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puddle-nerd · 6 months

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Sharing is Caring

Summary: Miles is late coming back to your shared quarters one night, so you attempt to take care of your own needs…

(Recombinant Miles Quaritch/Reader/Recombinant Lyle Wainfleet)

Prompt 25 (Caught Masturbating) and Prompt 27 (Anal) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

Author’s Notes: Sorry it’s been a couple of days since my last Kinktober post but I wanted this one to turn out well. I kept editing it and re-editing it. I hope you all enjoy. So, this one, like the summary says is going to cover two prompts, #25 – caught masturbating and #27 – Anal. That’s another reason why I also waited to post. Unfortunately, I only have one more to finish up and post and that’ll be on Halloween day. And last but not least, like in Part 1 – Forever, the Na’vi language is gonna be depicted with ~ on either end of the conversation piece spoken and in green writing. Na’vi Translation: Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader Tawtute – human | Sky Person Tsaheylu – a bond or neural connection Tewng – loincloth Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Caught Masturbating, Anal Sex, Use of “baby girl and darlin’ ”, Cultural Differences, Na’vi Culture (Avatar – Cameron), Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, M/M/F, Threesome, No gay sex mentioned in this one, Bonding, Creampie

Part 1

You were mated to the one known as Colonel Miles Quaritch. Not by choice but when you had made Tsaheylu, Eywa hadn’t rejected your bond so… you were mated to Miles. Forever. You hated most aspects of it because he forced you to interact with his comrades and they were all so tawtute, despite looking like Jake and Lo’ak Sully. At least the Olo’eyktan had been willing to learn the ways of The People. These recombinants… they did not See, nor were they willing to learn how to See and it broke your heart over and over and over again.

There was one aspect you had… begrudgingly… begun to enjoy, though, and because he was your mate, only Miles could fulfill it for you. Or, you thought that was the case until Lieutenant Lyle Wainfleet off-handedly told you otherwise.

Despite you being mated to Miles, you were still considered to be a liability and were often stuck being babysat when your mate had to go to meetings or you didn’t want to sit around watching him lift weights, although you didn’t mind watching when he went hand-to-hand with one of his men. Watching all those muscles of his stretch and glisten whenever he began to sweat made you want.

Today was Lyle’s turn to babysit you.

You’d made him eat lunch with you outside so you could at least see nature instead of the stuffy walls of the oppressive tawtute settlement.

“I’m, uh, I’m getting calluses all over my hands, baby girl,” Wainfleet chortled at you with a leer, “hearing all those performances you and sir put on every night.” His golden eyes flickered over your form where you were reclined upon the observation deck in your usual style of clothing, although you had been introduced to a new material called paracord instead of the natural fibers you were used to harvesting. You had been experimenting with designing interesting new chest coverings for yourself with it although you hadn’t found a suitable material to create new tewngs, yet. Now, you understood English fairly well because of your friendship with the Sully family and the tawtute scientists that had been allowed to stay on Pandora after the Great War almost two decades prior when you’d been very little, but you still sometimes had trouble understanding sarcasm and innuendos. Now was, unfortunately, one of those times and you cocked your head at him in confusion. When he saw your reaction to his joke, he chuckled, adding, “ ‘Cause I can hear you through the wall…?”

You blushed, your cheeks going lilac, realizing he was talking about late at night when Miles drove into you over and over, but you still didn’t understand the English innuendo.

Lyle gulped and looked around before leaning in, muttering quietly, “I’m talking about me rubbing one or two out every night.” There was no telling when Quaritch would be done with his meeting and come to collect you and if the colonel found out that you were learning these sexual things from someone other than himself, well, during sparring, Lyle was sure he’d find himself getting more bruised and bloodier than normal for overstepping for not asking for permission first. However, who was he to deny a pretty little thing like you the answers you sought?

When you still looked at him with confusion, he stated bluntly, “I’m talking about masturbating, sweetheart. When you… when you touch yourself… between your legs to feel good?”

“You can do that?” you asked in English this time, blinking owlishly in surprise. “But that doesn’t… ohhh.” You blushed as understanding bloomed inside of you as to why he was developing calluses. “And you… every night… because you hear us?”

He shrugged, golden eyes skimming over your body hungrily once more, stating, “You’re fucking sexy.”

You scented the air and blushed as his arousal became noticeable in two aspects.

“She is, ain’t she?”

You and Lyle both looked up as Mile appeared beside you both, a brow raised as he sat down beside you, pulling your bare backside onto his lap , his hand fisting the base of your tail and pressing upon a spot that made you mewl as pleasure suddenly raced through your body at his sudden touch. “You tellin’ my girl something she ain’t supposed to be hearin’, lieutenant?”

“No, sir. Just a joke, sir,” Lyle muttered.

You nodded, glancing up at your mate and blushing as you told him quietly, “He hears us at night.”

Quaritch paused and raised a brow higher and looked at Wainfleet. “That true, huh? You hear us at night while I acquaint myself with my little wife, here? It gets you all hot and bothered?” Lyle and you blushed at his question, Wainfleet answering reluctantly in the affirmative. Instead of getting mad, Miles chuckled and tucked into his own food, saying instead, “We gotta head to a meetin’ tonight. It’s gonna be a late one.” Turning to you, he added quietly, “Gonna have to go without Daddy’s dick tonight, sweet thing. Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it tomorrow.”

You flushed once more and turned your face away from him, your ears flicked back in embarrassment.

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Just as he had promised, Quaritch hadn’t come to bed that night around the time he usually did, and that man was usually very good with his schedule, so, on your own, you used the terrible tawtute shower with it’s strange liquids by being surrounded by cold, alien tile and metal to wash your body clean and headed to bed without a stitch of clothing on, laying down on top of the covers at the moment. Since the moment he’d mated you, Miles preferred you both to sleep naked in his bunk, your skin touching his in its entirety as he held you in the circle of his arms, your backside nestled nice and tight up against his groin. It also made it easier to fuck whenever he wanted to slip his fingers or his cock into one of your orifices. This was one of the few things you enjoyed about being mated. He was a very generous lover, whenever he decided you had been well-behaved. If he was deciding to punish you for some transgression, well, those nights lasted a very long time.

You’d grown accustomed to experiencing pleasure every night and yet, your mate wasn’t here at the moment. Still, apparently, you could pleasure yourself if what Wainfleet had told you this afternoon was true.

Thinking about how your mate always touched you those large, strong hands of his, you spread your legs and explored your body with tentative touches, starting as Miles did and working your way down from your neck. You circled your nipples and huffed at the tingling sensation you garnered from your exploratory touch but it was still nothing like your mate’s fingers or his hot, rough tongue or his sharp fangs teasingly raking over your sensitive peaks. Still playing with one of your sensitive nipples, your other hand softly moved down your stomach and caressed the soft skin of your mons pubis, hesitantly caressing the outer lips of your labia.

A shiver of pleasure raced up your spine and your tail flicked in arousal.

A huff left your lips as you stroked over the seam of your opening, finding yourself slick. Down and up, you rubbed at yourself until you lifted your index finger to your clit and shuddered with a quiet moan. You added your thumb and rolled the little button of flesh between the two digits, your hips making little aborted jerking motions into your touch. Your breathing grew heavier as pleasure pooled in your belly and your legs tensed slightly, digging your heels into the bed beneath you.

More slick seeped out of your cunt and you gathered some onto your fingertips before you moved to dip your index finger into your opening. It was nowhere near as big as Miles’ but still, it felt nice.

You sighed, sinking your finger deeper into yourself and touched your clit with your thumb at the same time. Your hips were moving more now as you slipped a second finger inside, the friction sending little tingles of pleasure trail through your limbs. Your wetness was beginning to trickle out of you and drip down the curve of your backside, the need building within you. You bit back a whimper, wishing your mate was here to shove his fat cock inside you and build you up into a shattering orgasm. You wanted his girth and his length stretching you out and plundering your depths; your hips were moving even faster to meet your touch, your breath coming in soft pants and quiet moans.

You bit down upon your lower lip as pleasure continued to build up within you, your two fingers buried in your cunt speeding up their movements. You curled them slightly and choked on a cry, your hips lifting off the bed a couple of inches as your tail lashed in ecstasy.

Oh, it was really feeling good now.

Your fingers were completely slick now and a small pool was forming beneath you as you rutted into your hand. If only your fingers were longer and thicker, like your mate’s were, not quite getting the depth Miles could within you but rubbing at the spot inside you that felt soft and spongey, it made up for it, especially as you continued to thumb your clit in teasing little circles.

You were too focused on your growing pleasure to hear the doorknob turn or the quiet hum of voices until–

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Holy fuck.”

You froze as you opened your eyes and gasped, seeing your mate standing there watching you with arms crossed and a raised brow, Lyle gaping at you directly behind his shoulder. The bald recombinant immediately dropped his hands over the front of his trousers to cover the fact that he was starting to pitch a tent.

You tried to curl in on yourself only to yelp as your mate lunged forward, grabbing you firmly around the throat. “Ah, it’s too late now, darlin’,” Miles chuckled, licking his teeth in hunger and jerking you to your feet. “You’ve been caught.” Pulling you to stand in front of him, your naked body on display for Wainfleet to see every inch of your front. “And here I was, gonna wake you up with Daddy’s cock so the three of us could play.”

That caught your attention.

You looked up in surprise at your mate, muttering, “Three of us, Mylos?” You tail curled in curiosity while your cunt clenched, more slick dribbling out of you and trickling down your leg.

Your mate raised his nose and scented the air, chuckling.

“Oh yes, the three o’ us,” he chuckled, kicking your legs apart slightly to give Lyle a better view of you. “Ya see, we talked and turns out… Lyle here has a bit o’ a crush of you and…” Miles informed you, the hand still on your throat remaining where it was while his other hand came down to caress the skin between your belly and your pelvis, “he’s the only one I don’t mind sharin’ you with. Heck, even shared a human woman with him once or twice b’fore I got turned blue like you.”

You tried not to get jealous of the idea of your mate being with someone other than you, gritting your fangs in disdain at the thought. Technically he was Spider’s father. Instead, you focused on the other part of his words and met Lyle’s heated gaze with your own as he took in your naked body like he’d never seen anything like you and wouldn’t ever get to again. “So, Ly-ahl will be our third, Mylos?” you asked cautiously. Seeing the lieutenant with the hard line of his engorged cock pressing against the front of his trousers all because he’d seen you playing with yourself, it was flattering. And you were so needy to be filled up.

“That a Na’vi thing, darlin’? Takin’ on a third?” Miles asked.

You nodded. “Third mates are not uncommon,” you agreed, adding, “especially after times of war. I have my father and two mothers.” Your mate smirked and pushed a hand against your belly to grind your backside against the hardness in his own trousers. You whimpered, your eyes rolling slightly at the familiar feel of your mate’s shaft hidden behind his tawtute clothing.

“I guess can agree to that, adding Lyle to the mix,” Miles purred suggestively into your ear, his large hand dipping closer to where you needed his touch, your tail curling in excitement. “So, what about you, Lieutenant? Think you can be faithful to my little wife, here? Be her other partner?” The colonel’s golden eyes darkened as he smirked, adding with a rumbling purr, “Won’t have t’use yer hands as much when yer the one makin’ her create those sounds that got yer dick all hard every night. Trust me… it’s even better watchin’ and feelin’ it all firsthand.

So, this is how you found yourself sandwiched between two large males, a cock stuffed up your cunt and one pressed halfway down your throat.

“Fuck, her mouth really is good, sir,” Lyle moaned, rutting his hips into your face as your mate fucked you from behind.

Miles chuckled and spanked your behind lightly, replying, “Ya think her mouth is good. Ya should feel her pussy. Just not today. Today, wanna try something else, lieutenant.” Your mate grunted and pulled out of your pussy with a ‘pop’. He moved to sit on the bed, having you straddle his thighs and allowing Lyle to stand behind you. “Take her tail in one hand or else she’s gonna be whippin’ ya with it and it’ll sting like a bitch.” You whimpered as the bald male’s hand fisted the base of your tail, lifting it so he could inspect your anus. “Now darlin’,” your mate said, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “We’re gonna try somethin’ I think yer gonna like after ya get used to it. Don’t bite or I’m breakin’ yer teeth. Understood?” You nodded and he looked past you at Wainfleet, adding, “It’s in the top drawer.”

You nodded and glanced over your shoulder as you heard a plastic “click” and the “sploosh” of some foreign liquid a moment later.

“Might be a little cold, baby girl,” your second lover warned you before his finger suddenly prodded your anus, cautiously.

You hissed and tried to jerk forward away from his touch. Lyle tightened his grip on your tail to painful and Miles’ fingers dug into your jaw and your thigh. “Don’t fight it, sweet thing,” he rumbled out. “We’re tryin’ this, at least once. Ya don’t cum, we don’t have to try again.”

You growled in the back of your throat lightly but tried to force yourself not to flinch again. Your mate distracted you by sinking into your pussy, thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit all the meanwhile. The finger sliding through the tight ring of your bum hole was an interesting experience, not unwholly uncomfortable but strange. It took more than just a few pumps of his fingers before you relaxed enough to allow a second finger inside and quite a bit of time before a third finger was added. Lyle and Miles were patient though while you tensed and relaxed, your body wanting to fight the strange penetration but also… maybe enjoying it a little as well.

As you began to accept the third finger, Lyle spoke up in encouragement, finally.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he hissed. “I’m so fucking hard just in anticipation to take your ass.”

Wainfleet began to scissor his fingers, causing you to whimper and whine, your hips flexing and making you grind slightly on your mate’s cock stuffed up in your cunt. Miles grunted but grinned, muttering, “I think yer really gonna like it, darlin’. I can feel you clenchin’ down on me. And when the lieutenant sinks himself up in yer ass, yer gonna feel so full. I bet we can get you to gush like a fountain. Think she’s ready for ya?”

“She’s gonna be tight still, sir,” Lyle replied, still fingering your ass.

Miles smirked. “That’s the point,” he rumbled out. “Slick yerself up and slide in.”

You whined as your new lover removed his fingers from your anus and heard the “sploosh” of the lube again as he slicked up his cock. Your tail twitched in his grip and then stood on end as Lyle’s bulbous cockhead prodded at you. He pushed in slowly, very slowly, rubbing his thumb over the base of your tail as he inched his way inside.

“Oh, that helps, Ly-ahl,” you whimpered as his thumb rubbed at the spongey spot on your tail’s base that sent shivers up your spine.

Wainfleet rubbed a little firmer as Miles continued circling your clit. Lyle went inside deeper, slowly, ever so slowly and pausing every time you clenched in discomfort. “Doin’ so well for me, baby girl,” he murmured hotly in your ear. “Such a good girl for us. Yeah, sir?” Miles grunted in affirmative, shifting you over his thighs to get a little friction. “Yeah, you’re doing so well. Just a little more. You feeling good, baby?”

“So full,” you whined, tears in your eyes at the sensations, your nails biting into Quaritch’s biceps.

You could hear the laugh in the lieutenant’s voice as he replied, “Yeah, I’m more than halfway in. You’re doin’ so good for me. Ya hear? So fucking good. Gonna make you see stars, yes, we are.” When he bottomed out, you were near sobbing as you got used to being so full. You hadn’t realized this was what you needed to feel even better.

Slowly, in tandem, the two began to move so you felt every vein, every ridge, every bump and nodule on their striped cocks, the pleasure sparking so much pleasure in you, your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.

Just as Lyle had promised, your eyesight went blury and stars sparked over your eyesight as the two of them picked up the pace, their cocks rubbing every inch of the holes they were lodged in and against each other, only a thin strip of skin separating them. It was almost too much for you. Without meaning to, you reverted to your first language, the one they barely understood at best, though Spider was teaching them. You howled, “~Oh fuck, oh, Eywa, oh Great Mother, please don’t stop. Oh, I need it…~”

Miles chuckled, hissing through clenched teeth as he continued to have you ride him, “Yeah, baby? You gonna cum for us, like a good girl? Maybe this time it’ll take when I finish, get you all nice and pregnant.”

You cried, tears leaking down your cheeks as you whined and moaned, tail lashing as your inner walls clenched down on both of the shafts embedded into your body. Suddenly, Lyle grasped your neural queue and brought it up, dipping his shoulder to swing his around. You knew it would bring more pleasure if Eywa accepted the bond and watched as he brought both ends together to make Tsaheylu. Your pleasure redoubled and you came instantly with a scream, your body clamping down upon both of your mates immediately and forcing Lyle to spend his seed up your ass. He cried out, curling over your back and hugging you tightly to him as you trembled in bliss. Miles grunted a moment later, his cock thickening a final bit as he spurted his warm cum up into your cunt.

The three of you stood there for a moment, panting heavily, skin glistening with sweat, all of your quivering in carnal satisfaction.

“So, better than just hearin’ it?” Miles broke the quiet.

Lyle chuckled in agreement, smacking your ass playfully, “Fuck, yeah, sir. We gotta do this again.”

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Originally Posted: 27 October 2023

Word Count: 3,345

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pandoraslxna · 9 months

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🩵 Happy Kinktober 2023 🩵

This year I actually got inspired to make my own kinktober prompt list, and I'd love for you all to participate –even if it’s just for one day/one prompt!

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timetravellingshinigami · 1 year

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#avatar 2 #miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #avatar 2009 #lmao #avatar way of water #na'vi #sci fi #alien boyfriend #miles quaritch x reader #lyle Wainfleet x reader

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byunpum · 9 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vinciwolf · 1 year

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Three Is a Magic Number

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

Warnings: SMUT, NSFT, THREESOME, sex, voyeurism, general cussing, blowjob, piv, anal, dom/sub, tail pulling, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, reader is female, Jesus take the whole ass car

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Being a newly awoken Recom, it wasn’t your intent when you caught the attention of the two fiercest Marines in the Deja Blu team. Whenever you would notice Quaritch side eyeing your figure from across the room, you hadn’t seen the other pair of eyes that equally shared that hint of yearning for your consideration. It wasn’t a competition to see who would get into your pants the fastest, neither Miles or Lyle knew that they BOTH had an infatuation with the same person.

However, it was Miles who approached you first. And first come, first serve.

Downtime was fleeting between missions, but he found a way to hint the obvious attraction he had for you. There would be a brisk tap on your elbow to make space for him at the briefing table, or your favorite, the gentle snatch of your tail when the two of you passed each other alone in the hallway. It was subtle… to keep suspicions from festering. Touch was hard when others were around but exhilarating when eyes could not see or hear.

The shower was your favorite spot for that.

"Ah, ah, AH!" you panted while being driven against the shower floor, legs hoisted up by Miles' tight grip as he quickly speared himself into you, the splatter of water coming from the showerhead the only other noise to be heard in this secret alone time. Or so you two thought was ‘alone.’

There, standing a few stalls down, Wainfleet had been fisting himself roughly to the sounds of your echoing whines, the butt of his fangs driving ever deeper into his bottom lip to muffle his arousal. Jealously wasn’t in his wheel of emotions, but he was a little disappointed that his superior had wooed you so easily when it was difficult for him to open up around you. Over time, he embraced the fact that he would have to admire you from afar, even if that meant also hearing Miles seethe and growl on top of you when plowing your lovely pussy that sounded so divine with the wet noises it emitted. Pressing a thumb into the head of his length, he ejaculated into the drainage, a hand bracing on the tile wall as he came hard.

A few days had gone by and you were jogging along the perimeter of Bridgehead with Z-dog and Walker, still heating up in the cheeks as your mind was occupied by the shower incident. If only these two women new that you had been fucking their superior and having constant horny thoughts about the image of his cock. Did they know what it looked like? How good he sounded whenever you kissed the tip before devouring it whole with your tiny mouth. Another wave of blissful shame deepened the color of your face when Z-dog asked you what had gotten you biting your lip. You hadn’t realized that your daydreaming expressed itself so shamelessly in front of her and Walker.

“Oh, just thinking~” you went along, waving her off.

Then the jog came to a standstill.

“Yeah? Thinking about someone?” her tone was playfully curious, egging you to go on.

“Thinking about Wainfleet?” Walker smiled, teasing.

“Oh, my goodness! It happened! You two finally fucked!” Z-dog chimed excitingly.

If your cheeks were a deep lavender, they sunk even farther down into the dark tones of purple at this point while the two Recoms joked about your love life, only to your shock that they got the wrong person mixed up with Miles.

“Oh, god, we broke her, Z!” Walker laughed.

“No, no, we didn’t fuck! You got—” you paused yourself from blurting out ‘you got the wrong person’ like an idiot. “You got it all wrong!”

“What’s there to get wrong?” the tattooed one exclaimed puzzled. “Do you see the way he looks at you? If y’all haven’t fucked already, I’d be surprised because that man is in love.”

This was all a little overwhelming and sudden to hear. It took everything not to run as you quizzed and reflected on the two Recoms’ indirect confession for Lyle. Had you really been that stiff not notice his movements or his gaze that screamed his heart wanting you to notice him. This pissed you off that you were so entangled with the Colonel that you didn’t realize the other affectionate Marine in front of you this whole damn time.

“Anyway, let’s finish,” Z-dog said to then hop into a run as Walker followed suit.

Not a moment longer, you joined them from behind, mind still in thought at how Lyle liked you from afar. Your chest ached with guilt when you thought maybe he knew and didn’t confess because he understood you had been heels to Jesus for another man, more specifically his closest friend.

After completing your run, drenched in sweat, you headed to your private shower in your room. The sports bra you flung to the floor make a smack as you undressed and turned over the handle to splash your face with hot water, hands scrubbing your body furiously as you were still tossing over what the two Recoms had said earlier. It made you angry, sad, and anxious, fogging your mind up trying to figure out when Lyle had started acting differently, and if you DID notice but never paid proper attention. This more your mind fell down the rabbit hole, the more you understood, and the more you found yourself falling little by little for the poor Corporal. Had you had feelings for him all along and not realized? He was handsome and nice to be around, always cracking jokes. Maybe you could love him eventually just like you had with Miles.

There was a click to your room door as it slowly slid open, unbeknownst to your riled up mind occupied by washing away the day and your anxiety. Once you were clean, you dried yourself off, still wiping the backside of your ear, and stepped into your empty room, only to halt when your eyes landed on Miles and Lyle filling the tiny space, towel slowly inching down to try and cover your naked tits and privates, cheeks flushing hot. Your tail curled at the sight of them. They were away on a mission but guessing they are here with you in your quarters, alone, as you were naked, you guessed the mission was a success. Nonetheless, your body reacted, mouth swallowing deeply, as the two Marines were in their basics. Lyle had his cargo pants and not a single article covering his topside making your heart jump at how toned he was, a V of muscles disappearing into his beltline. Miles had a tank top on, big arms braced on the hip, and pants hugging his tight waist just right that had your folds excited, almost making you forget that you were naked and vulnerable.

“We had a talk,” Miles gravelly voice filled the room.

That was all that was said before Lyle stepped forward, took your face, and kissed you, tongue shoving deep into your mouth, your towel falling from your hands as your mind soared. His tongue was needy and coached yours around his in a fiery dance that had your hands trembling as they wrapped around his neck before your knees could give out.

It definitely wasn’t your plan to fall for one of the top agents on the Deja Blu team, let alone having his second in command fall for you as well. But nevertheless, here you were, on your knees, cock stuffed balls deep in your mouth while nipples were pinched and tugged from the Colonel at your back.

"Fuck, Boss, her mouth does feel amazing~"

Eyes blurry, it would be an understatement if it was said that the tears begging to spill down your overheated face were hard to suppress considering you were choking happily on the length that passed itself in and out your mouth with glee from the Corporal who groaned at the sight of your face around his manhood. Feeling a tear about to fall, you scrunched your eyes and pleaded that it would stay inside your eyeball. Lyle helped you with a thumb swiping the ball of your cheek to keep that pretty face clean of any wetness that wasn't from him, like the mixture of semen and drool leaking from your swollen lips as you delightfully whimpered sucking him up. Then a hand landed a harsh blow to the soft flesh of your ass, already angry and burning from previous disciplinary swipes to your rear whenever you allowed a drop to shed. It took many hits, but you learned, leaving your one cheek painful and aching.

Wetness pooled onto the huge, bare thigh that sat beneath your rear, pussy clenching around nothing, when you began to imagine the Corporal’s cock in your mouth inside your folds instead as, feeling the hips near your face sputter, you knew he was about to cum any minute.

“Not yet,” Miles commanded before popping you off his cock, a string of saliva dangling between your mouth and the tip. “It feels better when you’re inside her.”

Lyle tsked trying to prevent his cock from jutting his excitement on your face. He wanted to save that for later, for you, but it was hard when he took in the sloppy mess you were on his superior’s leg on the floor, as the bed was too small for three to share. Pink flashed over his bottom lip from the neediness you displayed. Wanting to give you everything, he slouched to your position onto his knees, cock still straight and weeping, wiped your face with his fingers, then embraced your lips into another breathy kiss causing you to mewl into him as he dragged his tongue around the edge of your mouth.

Being pulled into the Corporal’s lap, nothing could prepare your mind before you felt his hardness nudge against your clit as it sat upright between the small space of your legs wrapped around the body in front of you. Heat swelled your face, hands bracing his chest, as you melted further into his body edging you closer to him, hands raking down the tenderness of your backside. It was lengthy and squished into your mound that made your head dizzy. You wanted him inside you so bad, voice in your throat needy trying to get more from the Marine with every swab of your tongue along his. He rumbled out his chest and indented your skin in response, but the Colonel started to speak from behind, eyes dark and blown out from your squirming form.

“Being such a good girl, imma prep you first,” the Colonel said. “He’s gonna be big for that tight hole….” Then he chuckled. “I would know. He’s actually a good lover.”

Breaking away, your heavy lids blinked slowly at the thought of Miles and Lyle fucking in the woods while away on their previous assignment. The Recom at your front smirked.

“Oh, yeah, babygirl, we exchanged boners while away.”

At that, the world tilted until you were horizontal with the ground from Lyle leaning back onto the cool floor taking you with him, your arms folded under your breasts and over his chest to support yourself, tongue continuing to lap and travel the expanse of your mouth through the quick change in position. Then a light cry fled your lungs when the base of your tail was used to hoist your rear into the air under your knees.

Miles’ eyes grew hungry when he spread your cheeks and found the mess that leaked from your folds. It was everywhere between your thighs and covered a good portion of your plush crack making for a perfect entrance as his two long fingers played with it before sliding into your cunt in a single push. You didn’t resist, tilting yourself into his fingers that pumped you full, whining from the overwhelming emotions their passage going in and out of your slit gave. It was addicting having your like this in such an obedient angle, taking him without much complaint and eager for him to make the most of your body. Your voice got higher when his fingers plunged you nearer to falling off Lyle, the Corporal’s fingers interlocking with yours as you rocked yourself on top of him to completion. Only when you calmed down, the pads of the Colonel fingers helping you through your spell of pleasure, did he exit, listening to you below panting into Lyle’s chest. Cum covered his digits to then be cleaned off with the hard suck of his lips. Now he was painfully stiff and in need of a release himself.

“I’d say she’s ready for you, Wainfleet,” his Boss grinned at him.

For so long, his hand was his only pathway to quell his needs. There were days when he’d desperately try to replace his palm with what he’d imagine your walls accepting him in from tip to base would feel like. Now that Lyle had you, he was nervous, yet excitement drew him to you. Curiosity led him to scoop you up in his arms to then gently place you on the floor with your ass facing his hips, hands trembling when he took your waist. No number of mental fantasies could prepare him for the moment the mushroomed tip of his cock passed your folds and descended into a warm, velvety bliss that had his eyes rolling backwards.

You took him with a drawn-out moan, nails scraping the hard floor as the shaft stretched you a bit and carried you to the burning edge. He was so long and heavy and took his time filling the void until you could feel his sack brush your clit. There was a pause as the Recom savored this moment. You enjoyed the sensation of him settled inside you and figured quickly that he’d also want to appreciate this for a few seconds. It was your first time with him, causing a deep blush to spread into your features as your nose nudged the floor in your attempt to hide your delight. Then the cock moved having you see stars.

Lyle watched where you were joined and ate with his eyes how you hugged him and sucked him in with every thrust. Each buck got him groaning with the way you clenched and grabbed him so tightly and it had his brain thinking of nothing but having his cum deep inside you. After not too long, the Recom’s body flushed itself skin to skin with your backside, his cheek pressing near yours as he panted into your ear sending bursts of arousal through your core. He was quick and desperate, ramming your cunt with everything he had. Your head was blistering with your heart taking flight while your mind was altered by the large shaft hitting just the right angle.

“F-fuck-right there-don’t stop-don’t stop!” you begged.

Miles gripped just below the fuzzy tip of his subordinate’s tail and yanked it, getting from him a husky grunt. The puckered hole of his ass needed some stretching first, so the Colonel gathered some of the slick that was spilling from your stuffed folds to hastily prep the Corporal. If the throaty and rough sounds blowing into the shell of your ear were low, they got deeper as Lyle took his superior’s cock with one push. Still holding onto the tail that tried to flick in his grasp, Miles pounded into the Recom at a rapid pace.

“Oh, fuck, you’re still tight for someone who took my girth in the woods.”

The air was filled with the lewd sounds of bodies fucking each other and heavy panting. Your face dripped with sweat with a hint of a smile tugging at the edge of your mouth as your face was smushed against Lyle’s who bated hotly into your cheek, both your faces flushed with a deep cobalt. Your hand had stretched out to pillow your head instead of on the floor to which gave the Corporal space to bend his arm underneath your armpit and curl himself nearer to you in this heated mess. His other arm snaked around your stomach and prodded your hardened clit, egging a sweet whine to flow from your mouth which had him frantically circling an orgasm out of you for the second time. You never knew your day would end up like this – in the thralls with two of the deadliest RDA personnel, but you couldn’t be happier. The air was thick and warm and nothing but the sway and coupling of these three bodies could be heard in your ears. You wanted to be used, you wanted Lyle to ruin you.

“I’m-I’m close-fuck I’m close-where!?” he blushed deeply as he whimpered beside you.

“Inside,” you breathed.

Miles rutted faster as he came unglued and spilled himself with a shameless howl.

Lyle couldn’t hold himself any longer and shot his release into your walls making you cry. His cum felt amazing while it pulsated and filled you to the brim, some flooding out and down your clenched stomach.

After that, you slumped, limbs weak, feeling amazing. The Colonel pulled out first and sat on your bed with a satisfied sigh. The Recom on top of you pushed himself up and delicately pried his cock from your relaxed cunt, having enough strength to take you into his arms and place you on the bed with Miles as the two went to work cleaning you up. It was a shame thought Lyle, having to wipe up his cum from your beautifully glistening lips. He would’ve preferred to stuff it back in, but he knew he’d be back to fill up that pretty pussy again.

That night, after you gave the two Recoms goodbye kisses, you had the best sleep of your life.

Jogging ahead of Z-dog and Walker, this was the first time in weeks that you had outpaced the two in a run. The tattooed Recom looked over too her friend and they both shared a look of oddity, the muscular one bunching her shoulders up to indicate that she didn’t know why you were acting so spunky today.

Knowing that they most definitely noticed your good mood today, a grin spread across your features. This time, they didn’t mix up any facts. You were happy, but little did they know that the source of that joy came from the cum stuffed panties beneath your sweatpants, courtesy of Miles and Lyle who fucked you that morning ‘til both their seed dripped out your cunt.

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“This Is What You Came For”

Based on the scene where Tuk, Lo’ak and Tsireya are being held at gunpoint by Quaritch and his squad. Miles tells Jake to hand himself in otherwise he’ll shoot Lo’ak. Imagine you are Jake.

Recom soldiers (Quaritch/Lyle/Mansk/Prager/Ja/Lopez/Brown/Fike) x recom-Y/N

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, Hurt/comfort, non-con (sorry i love it), gangbang, voyeurism

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I have a big story to tell. My past is long and changed significantly once I arrived on Pandora as a marine soldier.

I was originally meant to work under the command of Colonel Quaritch but when Jake Sully arrived, I was given the task to help him get used to Pandora. I had my own Avatar already. Before Jake came, I would provide protection for Grace and her team every time we went into the forest to get samples of new botanical species. Lyle would often join us, but he didn’t have an Avatar.

The day Jake got lost was the same day I left at night to go find him. He was my assignment and I would be screwed if I didn’t find him alive. So while wandering the forest alone, obviously fully armed with guns and knives, I encountered real Na’vi. They were on horseback and brought me to Hometree, to decide whether to execute me. It surprised me because I expected to be dead on the spot but then luckily Jake said he knew me and persuaded Neytiri to persuade her parents not to have me executed.

I was young at that point in life. But time went by quickly.

Once problems started to rise I had to make a decision and I chose to turn on my own kind and help Jake save Pandora.

I fought by his side and we won the battle. But at the time, we didn’t know it would only be the first of many.

Just like Jake, the clan and Eywa transferred my consciousness from my human body to my Na’vi Avatar.

Now, Jake and I were close friends. I was the aunt to his and Neytiri’s kids and we recently left the forest because the Sky People were back. We travelled to the coastlines and were accepted into a new clan.

Now, the fight had been going on for a while and Jake was badly injured. Neytiri had retrieved him on her Ikran and flown him to safety because she knew that Quaritch was going after him. Quaritch was hunting Jake Sully, and me, Y/N L/N.

I rode next to Ronal and Tonowari on my ilu to free Lo’ak, Tuk, and Tsireya. We stopped and I raised my sniper gun, checking to see whether it was safe to shoot one of the other recom’s from here. Suddenly, I heard Quaritch.

“Y/N, tell your friends to stand down.” he says with a pause. I gasp and I feel my heart sink. He has the kids cuffed and at gunpoint. Half of me wants to go there with the warriors behind me and kill every single soldier, but I know better than to act on emotions. I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t listen…

“You want your kids back?” he asks, knowing the damn answer. “Come out alone.” Quaritch orders. I tense, my ears tipped back. Of course, just like I remembered him. Nothing seemed to change about the Colonel other than his body. I noticed Z-Dog and Lyle on either side of him. I knew they all despised me. But I used to have quite a close relationship with Zdinarsk and Lyle and I were friendly. I guess that gave them more of a reason to hate me. That I chose this planet over everything I had with them.

“You know better than to test my result.” the Colonel warns, pointing his gun at the back of Lo’ak’s head. My heart is racing.

I snarl, cursing myself and putting my sniper gun down, knowing it won’t help me now. He kept on talking.

“I took you under my wing, Y/N. You betrayed me. You killed your own good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kid.” the Colonel snarls.

I lean my hand in front of me, taking deep breaths to think about my next move. I know I need to listen to him.

I glanced at Ronal and Tonorwari who were both furious about the recoms taking Tsireya. Then I looked behind me and scanned all the warriors who had joined us. We were enough people to take down the ship, but we couldn’t endanger the kids’ lives.

My ears droop to the sides and I let my head hang before telling Ronal and Tonowari to stay here and keep the clan away.

Tonwori warns me that they are killers of Tulkun and that they need to die here and today. I nod, agreeing with him.

“They came here for me… for me and Jake. That’s what this whole thing is about…” I tell them and Ronal snarls in general anger and frustration.

“You brought this upon us! You!” she says in a harsh tone and I flinch a little, but I completely understand her anger.

“Then it’s me who has to do this…” I say and Tonowari gives me a firm nod before signalling to his warriors to stand down. I take a deep breath, looking back at the ship.

“Offer’s fixin’ to expire…” Quaritch warns me. “What’s it gonna be?”

My worried gaze turns into a glare. “Check your fire. I’m coming out.” I say, moving my gun back around my shoulder and moving forwards on my ilu.

Neytiri is circling the sky on her Ikran, watching the scene play out. She presses her neck and asks me what’s happening.

I sigh, feeling my gut wrench and stomach drop. Honestly, I feel a little sick. But I can’t tell her what I’m doing. I don’t have the heart to tell Neytiri. She helped me so much in the past years, I owed it to her to give my life for her children.

My ilu and I leave the warriors behind us and we dive under the water's surface.

I see one of the Tulkun nearby and it seems to acknowledge me. It was the outsider. The one that Lo’ak had befriended. I believed his story and he showed me the bond they had. I disconnected my queue from my beloved ilu, patting its neck as a goodbye before swimming towards the Tulkun.

If they want me to come to them I might as well make my entrance impressive.

The Tulkun lets me close to it and I hold on to its fin as he pulls me through the water. I look behind me to see the bottom of the clan’s animals and my loyal ilu waiting for me to return. It breaks my heart, leaving it behind, but it was the right thing to do.

We neared the ship and I moved on to the Tulkun’s back, and hold on to one of the horn-like shapes it has on its head. It swims up to the water's surface and soon, we slowly glide out of the water and in front of the ship.

Immediately everyone onboard shuffles around and all weapons are pointed at me. I stay, kneeling on its back as it brings me to the side so I can comfortably step on board. I glide my hand over its skin and thank the Tulkun before standing upright and for the first time, I set foot onto the ship.

I locked eyes with the Colonel, examining him and his team. Their guns remained pointed at me and followed my steps. I stopped, standing in front of them with nothing in my hands. The water was dripping from my body and hair, creating small puddles beneath my feet.

I shifted my gaze to the kids. They all looked worried but Tsireya and Tuk seemed a little relieved that an adult on their side was with them. On the other hand, Lo’ak looked upset. I saw him shaking his head at me before, he must not want me to give up my life. But I owe it to all of them. I owe it to Jake for helping me escape, I owe it to Neytiri for taking care of me, to the kids who have always been so lovely over the years and to Eywa. I saved Ewya once, but I also brought this upon her. I needed to make it right.

Quaritch firmly nodded, pressing his lips into a straight line and turning to face me while still pointing his gun at Lo’ak. That angered me.

“Slowly remove your weapon.” he ordered me and my ears tipped back, showing him clear signs of discomfort. I was about to rid my protection.

I listened, slowly pulling the strap over my head and arm, holding my gun in my hand before gently throwing it to the side.

A recom soldier kicked it out of my reach and I glared at him before looking back at Miles.

“Let them go.” I snarled and he glared back. With some hesitation, he lowered his weapon and signalled something to his soldiers. To my relief, they started opening the handcuffs of the children but still held them by the arms.

I stood firmly on the ground, my tail flicking around in irritation. I felt protective over them. They needed to return to Neytiri safe and unharmed.

“Let ‘em go.” The Colonel ordered, harshly pushing Lo’ak away from himself and towards me. Lo’ak glanced around and grabbed Tsireya’s hand before warily walking to me. Tuk couldn’t wait anymore. She was terrified of the soldiers so she sprinted to me and hugged my lower waist, hiding her face in my hip. I leaned down, cradling her body and holding her close to me. My hand stroked her head to try and comfort her in any way possible.

“Shh Tuk. It’s all okay now. You can go home.” I say in a soft voice, forgetting about all the danger around us for a second. Lo’ak comes around my other side and hugs me too. I hold them all for a few seconds as if we were one family and when Tuk lifts her head, I wipe her tears.

“Don’t cry Tuk. You are safe now.” I force a smile and press her forehead to mine. That was something that always helped calm her down when she was a baby. It seemed to still work.

In the next few seconds, I heard the cry of an Ikran and the flap of its wings behind me. I looked up and all soldiers had changed their aim from me to something behind me.

I just smiled in relief, knowing who it was.

I turned around and Neytiri had gotten off her Ikran and stood behind me, but luckily she wasn’t pointing weapons at the enemy.

“Don’t shoot.” I shout, wanting them to know she was here for her children.

Tuk gasped and ran to her mother and Lo’ak quickly joined her. Tsireya followed Lo’ak.

I want to walk to Neytiri too but I hear a shout behind me.

“You take one more step Y/L/N and I open fire.” The Colonel warns. “You’re stayin’ here.”

I freeze in my step and look over my shoulder to let him know I heard him before turning back to Neytiri. She had put Tuk on her Ikran already and Lo’ak and Tsireya got onto the Tulkun that brought me here.

Neytiri and I exchanged eye contact and as much as she hated that I was part of the reason this was happening, her gaze softened. She knew what I was doing and it saddened her. She also took to heart that I put her children's lives over my own and gave me a sad smile.

“I thank you Y/N…” she said in Na’vi.

I nod, smiling and bowing my head a little.

“You proved yourself to the Great Mother. It will not be forgotten.”

Her words make me feel proud and I thank her. She walks over to me, in slow strides, her eyes not leaving mine. Now I could see how saddened she was.

Her eyes are just as teared up as mine are.

She pressed her own forehead against mine and thanked me again, for helping her children. Then, she returned to her Ikran, looking at me one last time before taking off. Lo’ak and Tsierya were ordered by her to go, and I waved at Lo’ak slowly. He returned the gesture, also visibly sad and they dived under the water.

I stared at the open ocean for a few moments before taking a deep breath and turning back to face the Colonel.

I couldn’t read his expression but it had changed. Maybe seeing me with children had some kind of impact on him. After all, I knew he more or less thought of himself as Spider’s dad.

Then he signalled something and most weapons were put down. I heard a few chuckles from the soldiers around me who had now encircled me and blocked my exit. They were recoms. The humans didn’t dare get so close. I hiss at one that’s too close for my liking but he just smirks, not moving back.

“This is going to be fun.” the Colonel says, evilly smirking at me before turning around and leading the way. Almost instantly, a gun is pointed at my head and I am pushed forward, being told to follow him.

I let out a shaky breath but oblige. At least I wasn’t being held down.

We entered a large hall which looked like an empty car storage area inside the ship. There was a light in the middle of the ceiling that didn’t reach the dark corners. I sigh. This was probably the last room I was going to see in my life.

I knew whatever they had planned wasn’t going to go well for me. Then again, I was surprised I was still alive now. Maybe they wanted me for questioning first.

I heard a few footsteps behind me stop walking and then I heard a voice sternly say, “No humans allowed.”.

There was complaining coming from the humans on board and then the large doors started automatically closing.

All daylight was now gone and everything seemed dimmer. I was urged to walk to the centre of the room so that I more or less stood beneath the light.

The soldiers stopped around me, creating a type of wide circle to make sure I couldn’t escape. I assumed the doors were all locked anyway, so I wouldn’t test my luck.

“Zdinarsk, Warren, go to the deck and help Walker and Zhang.” the Colonel said and they nodded before walking off. I watched Zdinarsk and our eyes met but she left anyway without saying a word. I wasn’t surprised.

I slowly turn around, scanning everyone. Just to see what I was dealing with. Most of them looked the same, everyone wearing similar attire but something small would always differentiate them.

Surrounding Y/N stood Prager, Mansk, Fike, Ja(Alexander), Brown, Lopez, Wainfleet, and the Colonel. Their weapons were no longer pointed at her but they still held them firmly, in case she were to try something.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and you will answer them.” the Colonel says, stepping forward a little and resting his hands on his vest. I turn to face him and glare again.

What makes him think I’m going to willingly snitch on my family?

“If you refuse, then you won’t look as pretty by the time we’re done.” Quaritch adds, and a bald soldier and a soldier wearing his cap backwards flash metal rods and another soldier cracks his knuckles behind me. I’ve seen them use those on other clans. They shock and electrocute them.

I recognize Lyle and Brown.

I frown at his words. He would always somehow manage to catch me off guard.

When I look back at him, he takes it as an answer to my understanding of the terms and conditions.

“How does it feel to betray your own kind, Y/N? Your own people.” he snarls and I scoff. As long as I answer I should be fine. What I say is up to me.

“Great.” I reply, staring him dead in the eye. He raises an eyebrow before nodding at Lyle. He steps forward and I feel a cold metal come in contact with my thigh before my whole body is tensed and I flinch at the shock waves running through me.

I yelp and quickly step away from him, my hand covering where he electrocuted me. I stared at him in shock. He didn’t even hesitate. After years of us knowing each other and that man mindlessly hurt me.

“Ah! Fuck- ‘in hell…You idiot- I answered the question!” I swear, not understanding why he did that.

My reaction amused the soldiers.

“Doesn’t seem to be going that well for you.” Quaritch teases and I look back at him, my eyes furious. God, I hated him. A few men chuckle and I twirl my tail around my leg. Being in the spotlight like this made me uncomfortable.

“Who’s here with you that we know?” the Colonel asks and my ears flick away a drop of water that fell from my hair.

I hesitate, not wanting to expose them. But then again, it wasn’t such a secret since they were watching the others leave Pandora after we had won. I hear the shock rod go off close to me as a warning and I jumped before opening my mouth to say something.

“Most of the science team…” I say, a bit quieter now. He doesn’t say anything and just keeps looking at me. I take it as a hint to elaborate.

“Dr. Norm Spellman, Max Patel, John, Lily, …”

“What about Augustine?” Quaritch asks and my frown turns into a blank expression. I stare at him in slight disbelief, trying to find out whether he was serious or not.

My silence seems to make him uncomfortable. So he signals his soldier to shock me but I answer before he can.

“You killed Grace…” I snarl at him, the memory paining me. He doesn’t seem upset but he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that.

“You shot her… in her stomach.”

He looked away, not saying anything.

“But the Great Mother accepted her. Her soul is with Eywa now.” I softly say. He looks back. I can tell not a single person in this room still fully understood the power of Eywa.

“Grace helped Pandora, unlike you. Eywa will have no mercy on you.”

After what was probably a minute of silence, he continued questioning me.

“Where’s Sully?” he asks. I decide to irritate him just a little more.

“Which one?” I reply, smirking. I knew I wouldn’t get shocked because I answered and played it off as an innocent question.

His ears tipped back and he caught on to my attitude.

“Answer.” Quaritch demanded.

“I don’t know.” I say and suddenly I feel the same pain and shock shoot through my body. But this time, it comes from my hip.

I whine, bending forward and resting one arm on my knee while I regain my breath. I throw Brown a dirty look before returning my gaze to Quaritch.

“He’s injured. I don’t know where they took him. He could be anywhere.”

“I feel like you would know where.” the Colonel replies, taking an intimidating step forward. I stand my ground.

“No.” I simply say and suddenly I feel both rods on my ribs and shock waves hit me again. My knees give out and I’m kneeling on the floor, one arm hugging my waist while the other holds me up.

Quaritch stares me down before sighing and shaking his head.

“You know Y/N, I used to think of you as my best soldier.” he says and my ears perk up.

“You were everything you needed to be. I was hoping you’d become Colonel one day too.”

He was playing mind games with me. I wasn’t going to fall for it. I got off my knees and stood in front of him again.

“I don’t know why you decided to run off with Sully. But I can see it changed you.” he locks eyes with me again and he looks angry.

“I didn’t think it would be possible, but turns out you really did become Na’vi, huh?” he continues, almost mocking me.

“You live with them, talk like them…Hell, look at you. Ya even dress like ‘em.” he growls and I look down at my body. I wore typical female Na’vi clothing. A top which I used to think barely covered my chest and a loincloth.

I heard some shuffling around me and then Quaritch smirked.

“Definitely not complainin’.”

The soldiers around me chuckle darkly. I used to be one of them and now they think they can treat me like a minority.

That’s it. He crossed the line. I know exactly what that meant and it was completely unnecessary.

“Asshole.” I snarl and his eyes widen at my comment.

“I see you kept your spirit at least.” he grins. “Guess it won’t be as easy to break ya.”

I huff and he watches me for a while before asking away again.

“Who do you have the kids with? Sully?” he asks and I look at him confused. Did he not know they were Jake’s and Neytiri’s?

“What kids?” I ask and Lyle takes a step forward but I move out of his way when he tries to touch me with the metal stick again.

“They aren’t mine.”

“I’m meant to believe that?” he asks me and scoffs. I’m getting really frustrated here.

“They’re Neytiri’s… and Jake’s.” I say, knowing they are safe so it won’t matter if I tell them.

“You don’t have kids? Ya didn’t settle down like Sully?” he asks and I glare at him again. But I know I have to answer so I shake my head ‘no’.

“Why’d ya give yourself up for them then?” he asks, genuinely.

“Because they don’t deserve to die. They saw me as one of them.” I coldly replied, still angry about how they were treated. “I on the other hand came here with the intention to kill for our kind. People like that don’t deserve a good life.”

A few moments of silence.

Quaritch claps his hands together and smirks. “Well then, that’ll just make this even better.”

I stare at him trying to figure out what he means but I snap out of it when I see Lyle move out of the corner of my eye and I move away again. He huffs out in annoyance.

“Cut it out, I swear to god.” I say, having enough of this bullshit. But Lyle and Brown both attempt to shock me again this time. I turn around, facing them now and hiss. It just seems to annoy Lyle even more and the next time he tries to hit me with the rod I lose it.

“That’s it, you fuckin-” I start swearing, grabbing the rod where he’s holding it and kneeing him in the stomach. He lets go, groaning and bending forwards. I immediately upper-punch him in the face and he stumbles back. Behind me, Brown attempts to restrain my arms but I elbow him in the chest, knocking the air out of him and he lets go, taking a few steps back.

I want to turn around to face Quaritch but now Prager and Ja have dropped their weapons and run forward to try to contain me.

They seemed to forget that I used to be a marine too.

Prager wraps his arms around my waist, holding my arms down. I kick myself off the ground in a launch-mode position and then kick Ja in the face, sending him to the ground. When I land on my feet, I lean down, keeping the motion and Prager is more or less thrown over me.

He lets go and then I see Lyle standing and coming for me again. I just throw myself on him and tackle him to the ground. Lyle manages to hit me in the face but it doesn’t phase me. He rolls us over and tries pinning my arms down but I knee him between the legs and he gives out much easier than expected.

I roll him around and am now straddling his waist, delivering punch after punch to his face.

Before I know it, someone grabs both my arms and my braid, pulling me off of Lyle and hurling me to my feet. I struggle and try to set myself free from their grip but I can’t. I’m held tightly in place and pulled against this soldier's body, with my back pressing against his chest. The tight grip on my braid pains me.

I look up and notice it's Mansk. He removed his glasses and looked pissed off. That was unlike him. Rarely things got to him, he would usually have a neutral stern face with occasional smiles.

This was new. But maybe, I was the problem. Not like I cared if I annoyed him. Nothing could compare to the hell these meathead idiots put me through.

Lyle and Brown are helped up and all eyes are back on me. My chest is heaving slightly more than before and I feel the blood running down from my nose.

Quaritch doesn’t even seem angry. He actually looks impressed. The soldiers that didn’t join like Fike and Lopez are waiting for orders and seem to be expecting a horrible reaction from the Colonel. The soldiers that I did hit on the other hand… those fuckers are out for blood. I mean every single one of them looks at me like they want to kill me. Lyle included. The once goofy dumbass I would work with has his eyes filled with fury.

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this is how I go down. This could very well be how I die.

“What? Did you forget I used to be like you?” I snicker, not being able to hold back a small grin. I took down most of them. I was impressed with myself. Damn. Jake would be impressed too.

Quaritch smirked. I amused him. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ the princess treatment now.” he said. I wasn’t expecting it. Usually, fighting others in combat would earn someone more respect. That didn’t work in this case.

“Anyway…” Quaritch started again, starting to slowly walk around Mansk and me while the other soldiers watched him. As if they were waiting for permission to kill me and finish me off. “Since you’re ours now and we can do with you as we please…”

My eyes shoot to him and my ears perk up. His words confuse me but they have caught my attention.

“And you’re Na’vi now so you understand your body… you can help us out.” Quaritch states, stopping and facing me again. His hands are still holding onto the top of his vest.

My ears tip back when I hear him ask for my help. The last thing I would do is willingly help them. He scoffs at my reaction and Mansk rearranges his grip on my body, making sure to keep it tight.

“We noticed we get, frustrated, more easily…” Quaritch spoke, pretending as if it were nothing. “And you just happened to trigger that reaction again.”

I huff, glaring at him again. My body tenses and I try to push myself away from Mansk who just tugs me back into him.

“How do we contain or… solve that problem, Y/N?” Quaritch asks, taking a step towards me. His tall and built form is almost towering over my slightly smaller frame. I was never small but I never reached their height either.

My eyes widen and I gulp. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he does. If they are going through their heat, or rut actually, then only finding a mate and forming tsaheylu can solve that as far as I know. And if that is the case here, I need to leave right now. The last thing I need is to be spiritually connected to these monsters through Eywa. She would probably banish me along with them.

He takes note of my reaction. “I can tell that you know the answer. Why don’t you open your pretty lil’ mouth and share it with us?” Quaritch mocks me and I notice how it spikes everyone's interest. It makes me feel more nervous than angry, to be honest. Nervous and even a little frightened because I don’t know what is to come.

I myself was nearing my heat cycle, so my pheromones could be stronger but I shouldn’t be due for the next week or two at least. I wasn’t feeling the symptoms either so I should be fine.

“No? You want to keep it to yourself? Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, sweetheart.” He says, turning away and walking to a chair. He picks it up, bringing it to the circle and sitting on it the wrong way.

“There’s one rule, squad. You listen to everything I say. If you don’t, you’re out and I’ll deal with you personally.” Quaritch threatened, scanning over his unit. A few soldiers nod while others just look between him and me.

I notice Mansk has tightened his grip on me and is almost hugging me from behind. If you could call his tight, bruising grip a hug.

“Understood?” Quaritch asks, wanting to make himself clear. Everyone responds with ‘yes sir.’ and the Colonel nods.

“Alright then. Deal with her.” he snarls and I hear a few dark chuckles and growls around the room. They seemed to know what to do while I was confused.

Mansk grins behind me and harshly pushes me forwards, almost making me stumble. I yelp and stop before I can get closer to the other soldiers but some of them are already making their way to me, their grins and smirks making me feel small. Almost instantly, multiple hands are on me and suddenly, my knee is kicked in. I whine as my legs give out and I fall to my knees while being pushed down. I feel two hands wrap around my queue and some push down my back, so I’m struggling to keep myself up on all fours. My hands are pulled from beneath me and arranged in front of me and I feel someone lift my waist.

I protest, curses and swear words spilling from my lips but they don’t faze anyone. I also continue to fight against their grip, hoping to make this as difficult for them as possible.

Quickly looking around me I notice some soldiers stood standing and watching. Around me, I recognize Mansk, Lyle, Lopez, and Fike.

“Come back here, hot stuff.” Mansk was behind me, pulling me back by my waist and hips when I tried to crawl away. Lyle was on my side and I assumed his hands were around my queue. Lopez and Fike were holding me down by pushing my back and grabbing my arms. Mansk had wrapped his arm around my tail, holding me in place.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’.” I heard Mansk growl and my eyes widened in shock when I felt my stomach erupt in excitement and realised my body was positively reacting to their handling.

Within the next few seconds, someone delivered a harsh slap to my ass and I cried out, arching my back in pain before dropping my head and trying to hide my embarrassed face.

Lyle chuckled at my reaction, moving to sit in front of me now. He picked up my face into his hand, forcing me to look up at him. I closed my eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Look at you turning all red, buttercup.” he cooed, and it felt like he was making fun of me. “This ain’t how I remember you.”

I open my eyes and glare up at him while he just grins.

Fike’s hands are on the waistband of my loincloth and he looks back to the Colonel for permission.

“Take it off.” Quaritch orders and the soldier's snicker in response. My eyes shoot wide open when I hear the words and I struggle again.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I will-” I start threatening but within seconds I feel someone quite literally rip the cloth from my waist. I scream in shock and in pain because the fingers that removed it scratched my skin. I pull my head away from Lyle’s grip.

His focus seems to have been distracted from my face and shifted to my bare waist. He could only watch his colleague's reactions to imagine what you looked like. Based on their groans and curses, he couldn’t wait to have his turn.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Mansk groaned, resting his hand on my bare hip and Lopez laughed.

“Christmas came early.” Fike jokes and I hide my face in my arm again.

Some soldiers standing around came behind Mansk to see and I tried blocking their laughs and jokes out.

“Show me.” Lyle ordered, becoming visibly impatient. His hand still held my braid while the other pulled me around by my waist. He leaned over to see what I looked like and when he cursed too I wanted to cry. The embarrassment was overwhelming. I’d never had this much unwanted attention and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

“You better hurry the fuck up. I’m next.” Lyle grinned, looking at Mansk who pulled my hips back to him. I closed my legs and managed to cover myself with my now free tail but it earned me another harsh slap to my other ass cheek.

“Don’t hide baby. It won’t help you.” I heard Quaritch say and my cheeks heated up even more. I forgot he was still there and he was probably watching the whole thing. The superior I used to look up to was watching and commanding his men to use me.

My tail was snatched away by Mansk again and Lopez untied the knot I made on my back, holding my chest piece in place. It fell open and I clenched my jaw together, tensing all my muscles. It was pulled over my head and I watched as someone threw it to the side. I was completely naked now. In front of 8 men.

Hands were feeling up and down my body, squeezing and caressing my bare, burning skin.

Lyle was back in front of me now, hand holding my face. I didn’t even fight his grip anymore, I just let him hold my head up.

My teary eyes and flushed face seemed to turn him on even more.

“You look so pretty, baby. Don’t worry, you’re gonna get what you want.” He cooed and I managed to gather the strength and snarl at him. He knew damn well this is not what I asked for.

I heard someone unbuckle their belt and shuffle behind me. Before long, my hips were pulled flush against someone else’s bare abdomen. I gasped, looking behind me and whining. I hated how the excitement in my stomach turned into the wetness that was gathering by my core. It wasn’t fair. I needed to stay strong. I wanted to prove to them that I was still strong and could resist as long as I wanted to. But the truth was, my opposing and rebellious thoughts were fading and being replaced with feelings I was denying for way too long.

Mansk grinded himself against me, feeling my slick on himself.

“Shit- looks like you’re enjoying this.” he snarled and I shook my head no, my ears strained back. But I was lying to myself at this point.

“Not yet.” Quaritch said and Mansk stopped. “Prep her first.”

Mansk pulled away and suddenly, someone pushed two fingers into me and I bit down on my lip.

Lyle was watching my reactions, falling silent and looking almost mesmerised. His ears were pointed forwards, trying to pick up all and any noises I made. Even just your heavy breathing had him feeling fired up.

The fingers inside me started moving and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, fighting the urge to just submit and let them use me. I whine again through clenched teeth and hear how Lyle sighs.

Luckily it stops before I can fall apart and the fingers which belong to Lopez are removed.

“Fuck, look at how wet she is.” he says, spreading the slick over my hot skin.

That’s when I know that I can’t hide it anymore. Hot tears start spilling down my face in embarrassment and I become aware of the fact that I am screwed. My pride is gone.

“Aw, don’t cry, buttercup. We’ll make you feel good.” Lyle teases me, running a thumb over my cheek and wiping away a few tears.

“No.” I whimper, trying in one last attempt to keep up my rebellious act but then I feel Mansk line himself up with me and then it’s all over.

One of his hands is on my tail while the other then tightly grips my waist and with one strong thrust, he’s inside me. I gasp at the stretch and the foreign feeling of intrusion. He mutters a curse under his breath, stilling for a moment.

“Shit- so tight. I’m only half in.” he says, his tone a little quieter now and a few soldiers laugh. My wide eyes meet Lyle’s when he says only half and Lyle laughs too.

“Don’t worry, baby. You can take it.” he says, and surprisingly his now softer voice comforts me. He rubs his thumb over my cheek again while Mansk pulls out and with his next thrusts, he pushes even deeper into me. A whimper and a sob leave my lips, but the noises seem to spur him on. He’s getting a reaction from me and that’s what he needs.

Soon, he’s thrusting in and out of me and it starts feeling good. His heavy breathing and grunting have my stomach erupting in sick butterflies and then he hits a spot inside me that shoots pleasure through me. My tensed figure suddenly relaxes and I involuntarily arch my back and moan.

The soldier’s heads shoot to me and Lyle looks surprised but the filthy noise makes his grin return.

“Look at you, taking it like a good slut.” he says and lightly slaps my cheek. It doesn’t even hurt, it just stings a little and manages to keep my head in reality.

Mansk speeds up his pace, pulling me back against him every time he thrusts forward. I feel another pair of hands move up and down my arched back while the others grope my breasts and play with my nipples.

Lyle grips my jaw again and takes advantage of my parted lips. He pushes his thumb past them and into my hot mouth. My jaw drops open a bit more and our eyes meet. My half-lidded eyes find his intrigued gaze and I watch his eyes widen as I swirl my tongue around his finger.

“Shit.” he whispers, unable to stop watching me suck his thumb. Mansk speeds up even more and I moan around Lyle’s finger.

Hastily, he removes it from my mouth and his hands fly to his belt. I watch as he opens everything, pulling his cammies down his waist swiftly. His toned abdomen, his v-line, toned thighs and huge dick make me moan again.

Lyle can’t wait any longer and pulls my head to his length, wrapping his fingers around my braid again.

Without any fucking hesitation, I stick my tongue out and sloppily lick a long stripe from his base to his tip. I keep my eyes trained on his face and watch how his lips are white from how hard he’s biting down on them.

Next, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his head. He moans and I notice his body shudder.

Mansk is relentlessly fucking into me and I feel myself get close too. He keeps hitting the same spot inside me and I moan around Lyle.

In the next few seconds, my legs shake and I clench around Mansk who curses again and rides out my orgasm. My eyes roll to the back of my head and then his hips still with his cock deep inside me. Mansk releases his load, leaning forward and hugging my waist to keep me close to him. My quivering legs slowly slide out from beneath me but Mansk gets up and pulls me back up by my waist. He pulls out with a sigh and Lyle removes himself from my lips.

“My fucking turn.” Lyle announces, getting up and taking Mansk’s position. Mansk moves to the side, regaining his breath before getting dressed.

Fike had been jerking off to my sounds and watched how I was being fucked. He finished just before I did and was now getting dressed with Mansk. They both got up, grinning at each other before taking their previous spots and holding their weapons.

Lyle doesn’t need to wait, he just immediately pushes himself deep into me and starts to fuck me. I moan, trying to crawl away because I’m still so sensitive but he just tugs me back and tightens his grip. Lopez is now in front of me and his pants open too. My vision is a little blurry now, but maybe it’s just my clouded mind. I can’t properly comprehend what’s happening but I sure can’t fight it. I just let it happen now.

Lyle grabs my thighs, spreading them further apart so that my legs are resting around his. One of his hands is wrapped around my tail while the other is groping my ass.

I want to moan but then my mouth is filled with Lopez’s dick. I open my mouth as he makes me almost choke and let my tongue trace his veins. Lopez groans, his ears tipped back and fangs bared. Their primal side turns me on.

"Watch it with those." Lopez growls out, his thumb tracing over my fangs. I don't even get the chance to nod before I'm urged to take more.

I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far into my mouth as possible before hollowing my cheeks. He snarls, responding to the pleasure and slowly moves in and out of me.

Compared to him, Lyle is fucking the life out of me. The area where the skin of his thighs and abdomen slaps mine has turned red and no longer stings, it's becoming numb.

I moan around Lopez again and because I’m already so fucked out, time passes quicker. Lyle finishes by plunging himself as deep as Mansk into me and cumming. He makes me come a second time because he paid attention to how my body responded to him and applied pressure on my clit to get me over the edge. Seeing my eyes roll back again sent Lopez into euphoria and after they both pulled away and my quivering self was laying on the floor regaining my breath, their positions were taken.

Strong hands pull me from the ground and back onto all fours. My knees and palms became red and sore. I open my eyes and see Prager, Ja, and Brown kneeling around me.

Brown lines himself up behind me while Ja cups my face, smiling. Prager is keeping me stable and holding me in place so I don’t fall over.

“I can’t- anymore.” I sob, feeling like a mess. My skin has beads of sweat covering it, my face is flushed and my hips are bruised. The blood from my nose ran down my lips and I can taste the blood.

Tears are wiped away by Ja and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Prager and Brown look over at Quaritch.

“She can take it.” Quaritch assures. His voice reminds me of how angry I felt before. Like he would know whether I can or can’t.

I feel Brown push into me and moan. My slick mixed with Lyle’s and Mansk’s cum is dripping down my legs now. I protest with a whimper, spreading my arms and legs so that I really don’t collapse.

“Someone’s been fucked dumb.” Ja coo’s but it no longer makes me feel embarrassed. It makes me enjoy it that much more.

Brown tugs my hips towards him, his tail caressing my thigh as he ruts into me with no mercy. Prager and Ja switch places and Prager is opening his belt in front of me again. I started feeling like I was about to lose consciousness from everything happening around me.

Once Prager rid himself of his pants, I instinctively opened my mouth and he chuckled. His former colleague who beat him in combat was now waiting for him to push his cock into her mouth.

“Didn’t think I’d ever get to see you like this, Y/N.” he teases but his words just went in one ear and out the other. The other men laughed.

“Hurry up before she passes out on you.” A voice from one of the soldiers standing called and more snickers followed.

“Take it easy on her. I’m surprised she’s still standin’.” Quaritch says and I can tell by the way he says it that he’s grinning.

Prager nods and Brown slows down a little. Then Prager places his tip on my lips, gripping the back of my head and pushing about halfway in. I’m more used to the intrusion so I can take more of him. He bites his lip, pulling out before back slowly advancing a little further in. He’s almost bottomed out and I choke a little, squeezing my eyes shut. Another tear runs down my cheek and Prager moans, his head falling back.

I hear a few voices around me exchanging words and in synch with Brown’s thrusts, Prager pushes all the way down my throat so that my nose is pressed against his abdomen. My eyes are wide because I can’t believe I’m able to take him so far down my throat. Especially because he and all the other soldiers are so big.

I hold back a choke and cough a little, swallowing around him which drives Prager feral. He and Brown both still their hips and the soldiers standing around cheer at him and whistle.

“Shit, she can take it all. Makes me want to have another turn.” Someone says but I’m too distracted to figure out who it is.

“Not today, otherwise, we’ll lose her.” Quaritch chuckles.

Prager and Brown both pull out while Ja holds me up now. Brown finishes quickly and then Prager follows. I swallow Prager’s load out of reflex because he is so far down my throat.

When Prager pulls out I gasp for air and cough, which has a few soldiers snickering darkly. He high-fives Brown as he gets up, but Prager stays kneeling by me to hold me up for Ja.

“You okay, baby?” Ja asks but I can’t respond. I feel so weak and tired. He lets go of my waist and I slowly sink to the ground. My limbs are almost useless at this point.

Prager is grinning while Ja takes a bit of pity on me. He carefully turns me around so that I’m laying on my back before climbing on top of me, his arms caging me in. I feel a little less exposed like this at least. He smirks when my eyes meet his.

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he whispers, taking into consideration how sore I am and how watery my eyes are.

“Oh god.” someone laughs. “Lover-boy’s fallin’ in love again.”

Ja’s ears tip back and he glares at the soldier that commented that.

“Hey. Cut it out and let the man handle things. Someone has to be last.” Lyle stepped in.

My ears have drooped, and I just watch him. I’m too tired to even turn my head.

Ja looks at me before undoing his pants. When he slips them down, he checks on me again to make sure I’m still awake. He seems very caring. Unlike the others. It makes me feel safer. It also makes me regret kicking him in the face before.

Ja takes one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist and then he takes both my hands and pins them above my head with one of his. I don’t even lift a finger in protest.

Then, he moves his hips forward and slowly enters me. He manages to push all the way in because I’m stretched out from all the others but it doesn’t feel any less good.

They’ve all been deprived of sexual relief for a long time and now they could finally let it all out.

He’s about to pull out again when someone comments on something. Ja was about to punch his colleague and take you away so he could have you to himself but the comment stopped his violent thoughts.

“Damn, look.” Lopez nudges Brown and Mansk, but their eyes are already fixed on your abdomen. Lyle chuckles and even Quaritch now stands up to look.

Ja is confused and looks down only to be met with one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. He examines the belly bulge, letting go of your thigh and pressing down lightly on your abdomen.

I whine, closing my eyes and it makes Ja want to claim me as his right then and there.

“Fuck, you don’t know how good you look right now, babygirl.” Mansk says, feeling needy all over again.

I whimper, letting my head fall to the side so that I’m not looking at them.

“Poor girl’s embarrassed. Leave her alone.” Prager jokes and they chuckle knowing you’ve been embarrassed from the second your knees hit the ground.

“You’re okay, baby. Let me take care of you.” Ja whispered, leaning down to my ear. I look up at him and nod a little in response which makes him smile.

Slowly and steadily, he pulls out of me. Ja starts gently thrusting into me, his one hand returning to keep my thigh around his lower waist. He rubs his hand along the skin, keeping it in place while he makes sure I feel good too. Every reaction I give him he takes into account and once I arch my back off the ground and into him, he grins, seeing it as a positive response. He speeds up just a little, but not enough to have our skin slapping.

I whimper and occasionally moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

He drops his head and licks the skin around my nipples before biting and kissing my neck.

The kisses surprise me but they piss Quaritch off.

“Not her mouth. Don’t you dare.” Quaritch orders, sternly. Ja looks up, not seeming happy with the order but still listening. He doesn’t nod, he just returns to kissing my neck which makes the butterflies in my tummy come to life again.

My mouth drops open as I feel another orgasm start to build up.

Ja’s thrusts become a little sloppy and he grinds down against my clit every time he bottoms out.

“You can let go, baby.” he whispers in my ear and I nod again. With the next few thrusts, I’m in heaven. My pussy clenches around him which pushes him over the edge but he rides out both our orgasms.

His head is dropped in the crook of my neck while we both regain our breath. I can’t even open my eyes, I just go limp. Ja gives my cheek a small kiss before carefully letting go of me and pulling out. Quaritch glares at him before Ja starts getting dressed.

I just lay on the floor, my legs resting on top of each other with one arm slightly covering my chest.

Quaritch walks over to me and squats down. He turns my head to look up at him and I notice the shit-eating grin on his face. He watches how my ears tip back and my little rebellion against him amuses the Colonel.

“You and I aren’t done yet.” he whispers before standing up.

“Prager, get the towel. Lyle, help the poor lady up.” he orders and Lyle walks over to me, sinking to his knees and pulling me up into a sitting position. Prager comes over and wipes away the mixture of body fluids than ran down my inner thighs. I flinch when he touches my pussy but Lyle comforts me by holding my cheek and rubbing my belly.

“You did well, buttercup.” he says and I would have scoffed at the pet name which I was now able to comprehend again, but I was mentally absent.

The towel is wrapped around me and Lyle pulls me to my feet. He’s about to pick me up but to his surprise, I push him away.

“I can fucking walk by myself, I don’t need your help.” I say. My previous attitude returning amuses the squad.

Lyle grins. “Go ahead.”

He removes his arms from under my arms and I take a step forward. Almost immediately my quivering legs give out but before I can sink to the ground, Lyle catches me again.

“Fuck.” I swear and he chuckles.

“Pick her up.” Quaritch orders and Lyle scoops me into his arms. I cover my face with the towel and don’t protest.

“What were you saying, baby?” Lyle teased and Mansk chuckled.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumble. Lyle grins and starts walking behind the Colonel. The squad pick up their things and make their way to the exit.

“I want to go back.” I say, only loud enough for Lyle and Miles to hear.

I wanted to go back to my family, but I knew that there was no chance of that happening.

Quaritch scoffed, stopping in front of the exit doors and tucking in my towel so that nothing was exposed.

“Not happening. This is what you came for Y/N.” he teased, making sure I was covered before pressing the button and the large automatic doors opened. The daylight hit me and I shielded myself with the towel.

Mansk and Ja walked beside Lyle to keep the people and other soldiers who weren’t recoms away. They felt protective over you. You were their Y/N after all.

No one needed to know about their business. All they saw was them carrying out a limp, not moving Na’vi. Whether she was dead or alive, they didn’t know.

What the recoms knew was that they were not finished with you and you knew Quaritch still had plans.

The team knew you from before. They wouldn’t shoot you and dump your body in the water. You were being taken back to their base, where they would take care of you.

(probably won't be able to post for the next 2 weeks, so sorry. I'm learning for finals and have so many assignments due.)

Let me know how you liked it <3 i appreciate all feedback. This took me way too long💞💀

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Kinky things with the Recoms

Characters: Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Mansk, Z-dog, Lopez, Prager, Sean Fike & Ja

Yea I excluded Brown, Warren, Walker and Zhang because… I just couldn’t characterize them rn

Warnings: SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, scenting, jerking off into panties, daddy kink, spit, choking, pain kink

A/N: just a bit of Recom thirsting while I work on the fics

Miles Quaritch ~ breeding kink

Everybody saw this one coming. This man loves making babies and just the thrill of the possibility of getting you pregnant.

He’ll have his dog tags hitting your back while he fucks you from behind, one hand tightly wrapped around your hair as he grunts about how he’s going to fill you up and make you a mommy. One of his big hands will find your lower stomach, stroking over it longingly as he imagines your curves filling out. God, you’ll be a real sight.

Will have you ride him in the cowgirl position so he can watch as his seed slips back out of you after he cums, continuing fucking your tight cunt. He’ll make you lean back slightly so he can see every little drag of your lips along his length. “Look so good, sweetheart,” he praises you. “Nice and bred.”

Miles loves pushing his cum back in with his fingers or having you cockwarm him after sex. He wants to assure his cum stays in you as much as possible, whispering to you how he won’t take any chances.

Lyle Wainfleet ~ Spanking

Any excuse to call you a naughty girl, he will happily take. He’ll lick his lips as he imagines what he’ll do to you later to punish you for whatever you did wrong, though he already knows exactly what he’ll be doing.

You’ll be laid over Lyle’s lap completely naked, his hand slowly massaging from your soft ass up to your neck. When he reaches your head, he tugs it back roughly by your hair, bringing his mouth to your ear. “Couldn’t help yourself before, could you, baby? Don’t worry, daddy Lyle will teach you some manners.”

He’ll bring his hand down onto your ass repeatedly, making you count every single hit in between your moans and yelps. If you lose count, he’ll tsk and tell you you’ll pay for that later.

When he’s done your ass is marked with welts in the shape of his fingers. After a slow massage and some soothing cooing of how well you’d done, you would normally be done, unless you lost count.

In that case he’ll lay you out on the bed, making you spread your legs and having your hands grab tightly onto the sheets. He’ll slap his hand against your wet, sensitive cunt. He’s far gentler than when he spanks your ass, but he still keeps on going till tears stream down your cheeks, begging and pleading with him that you won’t forget next time, that you’ll be good. The way he eats you out aftwards is divine though.

Mansk ~ Scenting

He loves to make you smell like him till the point that other Avatars regularly comment on it. He’s not really with the whole mating through Tsaheylu thing yet, but he still wants everyone to be aware that you’re his even when he isn’t by your side.

Will scent you through having you wear his clothes, sleep in his bed and just plain out rubbing against you. He loves smelling the nape of you’re neck when you’re naked and instantly recognizing his own scent.

Cumming both inside you and all over your body is a big thing for him. He wants every spot on your body to be marked by him and his release is the perfect way to do that. Plus it paints a pretty picture, his cock instantly getting hard again when he sees your face or tits covered in his seed.

Eagerly smear his cock past your lips or face and he’ll be seeing heaven. Messy blowjobs are his favorite.

Loves your scent as well. Will ask you to grind your wet cunt onto his shirt so he can smell it later. Is also a bit of panty thief for this reason but isn’t secretive about it, returning them unwashed after he’s jacked off in them.

Zdinarsk aka Z-dog ~ Spit

This is one mean gal and she tends to stay that way in the bedroom.

Will force your mouth open with one hand as the other is busy hammering her fingers into your cunt. “Needy bitch.” She’ll groan as she watches you. “Stick your tongue out.” As soon as you do so she forces your face lower till she can hover hers above it, letting her spit dribble slowly into your mouth. She’ll force your jaw shut, smirking evilly as she gives you no choice but to swallow her spit. And when you do, she’ll laugh and give you a nice slap across your cheek in reward. “You actually did it! God, you’re such a fucking slut.”

The type to spit on her hand to lube your cunt up with it before she fingers you or grinds her own wetness against yours. Something about hearing the lewd, wet squelches after your privates are nice and covered in spit sends a shiver down her spine.

Will be sloppy during both kissing and eating you out, making sure that your arousal and her spit gets everywhere. When she goes down on you she won’t stop till your thighs are coated and your wetness has stained even the bridge of her nose.

Lopez ~ Pain

Did you see all his tattoos? He loves a physical challenge. He’ll want to go all out with his partner, lots of the fucking resulting in bruises and tiny cuts.

Lopez wants your nails to scratch at his skin till he bleeds, wants your teeth to sink into his shoulders and your hips to buck into his till he feels they might break. He wants you to fuck him hard.

He’ll be bit rough himself as well, throwing you around to change positions and having no issue with tightly holding your hands behind your back or slamming you against a wall to take you like he might die tomorrow. He just wants you to be the one who’s giving the real pain.

Ride his face without reservation while sinking your teeth into the skin surrounding his lower abdomen and pelvic area and he’ll fall in love instantly.

Prager ~ Praise kink

Just wants you to praise him while you stroke his cock. Wants to hear how handsome he looks as he moans and how big he is in your hand.

Prager loves it when you kiss along his body, looking up at him through your lashes and blessing him with little smiles.

Will fuck into you with all he has while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His groans and pants sound so good in your ear, and you hold onto the back of his head lovingly. Will love it if you tell him explicitly how good he’s making you feel and how deep his cock is going inside you.

Might like being a called a good boy way too much. His hips will instantly start stuttering when you do so, his orgasm never far behind.

Sean Fike ~ Choking

He just loves to wrap his hands around your throat while he fucks in missionary, grinning madly at the sight of your pretty eyes rolling back.

Over the years he’s become somewhat of an expert at how to choke someone till they’re just at the edge, and if you allow him he’ll gladly take you there in bed. There’s nothing more mind reeling than cumming as soon as air flows back into your lungs.

Will want you to beg him to choke you. He’ll ignore it the first couple of times before his hand will snap to your neck, his grip tight. “Don’t forget that you asked for this, doll.” Is all you hear him groan before he squeezes.

Choking on his cock is also a sight he loves seeing. He’ll grab you by the hair and slam his cock down your throat suddenly while you’re sucking it, enjoying the way you gag and push at him as you choke. Doing it while he orgasms is even better, allowing him to watch you cough up his cum, your pretty mouth quickly becoming stained and thick strings of his spend hanging from them.

Ja ~ Outdoor sex

He loves to get down and dirty in, well, the actual dirt. He’ll chase you outside like an animal before throwing you down to the ground and grinding against your ass. He won’t mind mud or grass getting on him or you, pushing your face down with no regard of what’s below you.

Ja will drill you into the ground or fuck you up against a tree with a haste that he never usually has. It’s not that he minds getting caught, the thought actually quite thrilling to him, but something about being surrounded by all this nature gives him the need to fuck you hard and fast.

Doesn’t mind staying outside for days, taking you to a creek to wash off whenever you get too dirty. And then instantly taints you again by thrusting his cock into you till both your cunt and ass are filled with his cum.

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sunandsstars · 1 year

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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Recombinants x Medic!Reader

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

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

Word count: 1.6k

“Ouch!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Also the soldiers were fucking hot.

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

“Sorry colonel, just got too excited”

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

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

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

She was one intimidating lady.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything?”

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

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

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

“Zhang!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oorah!”

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

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

“I didn’t cry”

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

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

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

“I’m counting on it”

“Cut it out!”

#✰ — avatar works — ✰#avatar the way of water #x reader #atwow #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water x reader #fluff #lyle wainfleet #miles quaritch #sean fike #prager #ja #brown #lopez #zdinarsk #zhang #mansk

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adoreeenina · 5 months

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 11

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

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

I know I told @zzedah I’ll post on Monday but I finished early. I apologize I took longer than I normally do. Please give me feedback, it’s very much appreciated. I love reading your comments.

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“You just gave back my tweng and you expect me to change back into your ugly sky people clothing?” You pinch the sweatshirt between your thumb and forefinger, holding it aloft like it was a dead animal. Sadly this one you can’t rip it to your liking since it belongs to Quaritch.

Ardmore begrudgingly allowed the recoms have 3 days off since arriving back from their trip to the Hallelujah Mountains, it took some convincing from Quaritch of course.

Since this whole ordeal, they’ve been at the forest for almost four months, trying to adjust to their Na’vi natural elements, and wanted time to relax even if it’s only for a while before they go back to work.

You’re standing in the middle of their room, Quaritch standing in front of you holding a pair of black spandex shorts out to you. Lyle is sitting on his bed with elbows on his knees, and Spider next to him, watching TV, wearing sweatpants and a shirt. You still don’t know how they convinced him to change. They most likely bribed him, you just can’t prove it.

“They’re aren’t ugly” Lyle mumbles quietly next to you, obviously took offense.

“To me they are” Lyle stands up from the bed to walk to your side.

“Watch it” Lyle reach his hand out and tickles your sides. You slap his hand away with a giggle.

“Stop it” you pout up at him, he smirks down at you.

“Listen darlin” Quaritch interrupts to catch your attention, “we’ll be here for 3 days, it gets cold in here at times. I know for sure you’ll freeze with that on” he gestures a hand to your half exposed figure.

Quaritch been trying to convince you to get dressed. It’s true what he says when it gets cold at Bridgehead but it’s only the half truth. It’s also because he caught the others from the unit undressing you with their eyes, basically eye fucking you, even the humans. And he’s no better than them, he even caught Lyle standing behind you to catch a glimpse, claiming it’s to make sure you don’t make a run for it. But Lyle forgets Quaritch knows him as much he does him.

“No, I won’t” you say defensively, almost like you jinxed it, your body shiver and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to obtain warmth. “Maybe.”

Quaritch smirks as he tosses the shorts and sports bra at you. “Change”

“Fine” you reluctantly agreed, “but I won’t like it and I’ll complain the entire time” you pout. The two recoms couldn’t hold back a smile, finding your reaction adorable.

“We’ll be in the gym, baby. It’s the door at the end of the hall on your left” you nod at Lyle.

“Spider, let’s go” Quaritch calls for Spider. Spider wanted to watch TV a little longer but also wanted to see the recoms train.

“I’m coming” Spider slides off the bed. Quaritch opens the door and lets Spider out first, he follows right behind him, Lyle stays behind and looks at you.

“You okay, baby?” He questions. The question took you by surprise. Lyle’s been worried about you, he hates seeing you with that damn collar around your neck, it’s just reminds him what you’re supposed to be.

“Yeah, I’m okay” you smile reassuringly at him. Lyle nods but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“Okay” he echoes with a sigh, “I’ll leave you to it” with that, he leaves the room for you to change, the the door ajar.

You sigh as you tug on the collar. You untie your loincloth and place it on Lyle’s bed along with your top. You slide the shorts on, already hating it, feeling the shirts a little tight around your thighs and hips. You groan as you aggressively grab the sports bra and put it on, also feeling a little tight around your breast but not it’s not uncomfortable, grabbing the sweatshirt from the bed, you tug it on, it’s practically drowning you in Quaritch strong scent filling up your nostrils. The sweater covers your hands and reaches to your mid thighs, hiding your shorts. Almost giving the illusion you’re not wearing any unless you reach your arms up over your head.

You untie your songcord from your loincloth, and gather your braids back and tie your songcord to tie your braids into a ponytail. The songcord drapes down your back, longer than your hair.

After changing, you leave the room and close the door behind you. You wander down the hall. It's really quiet here with everyone out, so it's not hard to trace the sounds coming from one of the rooms. You take a look in and find Quaritch and Lyle fighting with each other. Training obviously but, given the fact that they both have the same strength and agility, they are able to go hard without fear of hurting each other. You watch from the doorway as they maneuver around each other, taking swings and dodging with impressive speed. It's actually cute to watch them, because despite the fact that they are literally fighting each other, they're laughing and smiling the entire time.

The others are surrounding the makeshift ring, making bets. Spider cheering them both on.

"Baby?” Lyle says, finally noticing you leaning against the door frame.

You don't get a chance to respond before Quaritch kicks Lyle’s legs from under him and then places a hand on his chest, slamming him down onto the ground. Even you flinch at the impact.

Quaritch then turns to you with a victorious smile. "Hey sweetheart”

Half of the unit groans seeing Lyle lose as the other half cheers as they take the money that they earned.

You bring your hand up to your mouth to try and hide the smile. "Hey guys." You say as you look at Lyle still trying to recover from the hit.

Lyle looks over at Quaritch, clear annoyance on his face. "I hate you."

You laugh as you shake your head at them.

“No you don’t” Quaritch says as he reaches his hand out to him, pulls him up and gives him a clap on the shoulder, “we both know this isn’t the first time I push you on your back” Quaritch whispers into Lyle’s ear. Lyle eyes widen feeling his breath tickle his ear.

“Y/n!” Spider excitably runs up to you. “Check it out. I won this thing”

“What is it?” You look at the small blue device in his hands.

“It’s an IPod” Lopez walks next to Spider, “you could listen to music and watch movies on it”

“You hear that? I could watch movies without the computer” you smile at Spider obvious excitement.

“I’m guessing it was yours” you turn to look at Lopez. Who sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah he bet on Lyle” Spider teases with a victorious smirk. It looks so similar to Quaritch, there’s no mistake who his father is.

“Want next match, mami?” Lopez looks down at you with the cockiest of grins.

“Kicking your ass once wasn’t enough for you” Lyle walks towards you with his hands in his shorts pockets.

“I don’t know” you shake your head. You’re not really in a mood to spar with anyone.

“C’mon darlin. Scared?” Quaritch stands next Lyle with arms crossed. He’s obviously trying to tease you to take up the challenge. And it’s working. One thing you’re known for back at High Camp is you don’t like being lookes down on.

You shrug. "Actually I think it's only fair that I go against the winner...which was Quaritch." You challenge. Quaritch licks his bottom lip with a smirk hearing his name coming from your lips.

"That's fine with me, darlin” Quaritch responds. "I could use more of a challenge." he says as he passes by Lyle and gives him a teasing smack on the arm.

What have you gotten yourself into?

"Ready?" Quaritch asks as he positions himself in the middle of the room.

"Almost." You say as you head over to a nearby bench. You tug the sweatshirt over your head. Exposing you once again half exposed but having a bit more coverage. The shorts are a little short on you, showing more than they’re supposed to, practically looks like underwear on you. The sports bra leaves nothing to the imagination, you’re breast are picked up and almost looks like it wants to spill over from the top.

Everyone’s eyes immediately gaze down at your body. Lyle sits down on a near by bench, grabs his hoodie and place it on his lap.

As soon as you get into a fighting stance Quaritch swings once and you quickly block it. He smiles, before swinging two more times and watching you block those as well. He takes one more swing with his right hand and this time you grab onto it, turn yourself around and use the momentum to throw Quaritch over your shoulder and slam him onto the ground.

“Impressive” Quaritch says recovering from the impact.

Standing back up, he makes his way back to you. He does another double punch combo, which you easily block, however that was only a distraction. Right after you block the second hit Quaritch swings his leg under you, attempting to drop you the way he did Lyle. As soon as you feel the hit you grab onto Quaritch’s neck and swing yourself up and around until you’re behind Quaritch, using that same force to push him down and press him into the mat, chest down. You put your knee on his back to keep him immobile.

“You really do love having me in the position, don’t you, mama”

While his body is pressed down, his arms are at his side. He reaches one up and pushes the leg that is on the mat, making you slightly lose balance and loosen your hold on him. He uses this momentary distraction to turn his body around and grab your arm, pulling you down on the ground onto your back. In one swift motion he throws his leg over, stradling your hips and pinning you down, as well as grabbing both your wrist and pinning them above your head.

You thought you had him and you were so ready to celebrate it, and just like that, you lost. The entire moment makes you burst out into laughter.

"Fuck! Take the 'L' Quaritch!" You tease.

Given the fact that he's keeping your wrist pinned, his body is completely pressed down on you. "Are you kidding? You want to beat me, you have to earn it”

“Alright! You win. Now get off of her” Spider grumbles making Quaritch laugh as he lets go of your wrist. With a groan he stands up and reach his arm up, intending to help you up from the ground.

You take it and he hoist you up. He turns to his unit with his hand still grasping yours. Taking his distraction to your advantage. You twist his arm then flip yourself around so you can lock your legs around his head, flipping him over and slamming him down again.

"Shit." You hear him whisper after you release him.

“I win” you chuckle out as you get up. You dust yourself off and walks to the bench that you left your sweatshirt and put it back on. Much to two recoms dismay.

Thirty minutes later the recoms, spider and you are sitting in their living room. The conversation is pretty light as Ja and Prager talks about their time in the military back on earth.

"What that string of rocks that you have on your hair?” Zdinarsk ask as she points at your tied up hair. You gently pull on your songcord from your braids, letting your braids drape over your back and shoulders. You hold your songcord between your fingers and caress at a specific stone.

“It’s a songcord” Spider says as he plays with his.

“A what?”

“Songcord. The Na’vi songcord is a symbol of our culture used for recounting information and stories. Individuals Na’vi creates a songcord that is used as a tactical representation of their own personal or clan history. The design behind each of our songcord is inspired by our personal journeys” you look down at the string in your hand, weaved with dozens of different kinds of beads.

All of the beads are made of natural materials, from stones to gems to bones to wood to nuts to shells and everything in between. The first bead is a rounded, shining blue river stone.

“So it’s a diary,” Miles replies. You turn your head, shooting him a grin.

“Each bead and item on a Na'vi's songcord is only known by them and their closest friends and family”, Spider continues to explain, “When a Na'vi dies, their friends and family sing their songcord during their funeral in mourning and remembrance. The individual is then buried alongside their cord”

“That’s deep” Lopez whispers to Prager who sits next to him. Prager elbows Lopez to shut up, making Lopez glare at him.

“I like your necklace” Zee points at her own neck. You absentmindedly reach for the necklace that’s above the collar. You’ve forgotten all about it.

“You made it?” Question Ja.

“Isn’t that the courting gift Tarsem gave you?” Spider ask. Your eyes widen and you snap to glare at him. He blinks at you not knowing what he did wrong.

“Courting gift?” Quaritch mumbles under his breath.

“W-who’s Tarsem?” Lyle ask.

“Boyfriend?” Lopez ask, obviously seeing his two superiors irritated about the thought of you with someone else.

“He’s not-“

“They’re mates” Spidee interrupts you. You gasp at his words and glare hard at him, the look in your eye gives it away on what you really want to do to Spider.

“He’s not my mate” you say through clench teeth, Spider smirks, seeing your reaction gives him a thrill. He knows how much you hate being wedded to Tarsem.

“Not yet he isn’t” you growl, ready pounce on him when arms wraps around your waist and pulls you back.

“Okay, calm down kitty” Ja chuckles as he puts you down once you submit.

“How about we play some football to let out all the steam?” Suggest Prager.

“Yes! Just like old times! Eyy Colonel?” Lopez shouts.

So that's how you found yourself outside with the Recoms. It was refreshing - they weren't Marines or Recoms anymore. They were just a group of young adults messing around and getting pumped up on competition.

"You understand the rules, mami?”Lopez asked you, you nod your head "Here, Chiquita, tie this around your waist. Put the hanging parts at your hips. Here, like this." Lopez helps you adjust the fabric to replicate what was on Lopez waist

You’ve already been assigned into teams. You were with Lopez, Lyle, and Zee while the other team was Quaritch, Mansk, Prager, and Ja. Spider would be your referee for the day, a suggestion Quaritch made to keep the teenager involved. He couldn't use a normal whistle because of the mask, but the screeching buzzer Lopez found made up for it.

"Hey Lopez!" Zee calls a few yards away as she stretches her legs, "we playin' full tackle or what?”

“Full tackle!” Lopez shouts. Lyle eyes widen before looking down at your small stature. You’re small compared to them.

“Lopez, are you sure, man?” Lyle leans closer to Lopez, Lopez looks at him confused till Lyle points his head at you.

You frown defensively. Just cause you’re small doesn’t mean you can’t take on a simple hit.

“I want to play how you normally do. Don’t you dare change cause of me”

Zee laughs at Lyle’s astonishment, popping a bubble with her gum before spitting it out, “alright baby, let get it on. Whose shirts and skins?”

“We volunteer!” Lopez raises his hand.

“We do?” Zee raise a brow at Lopez quickness. However, It doesn’t surprise her, Lopez just wants to see you take the sweater off again and catch a glimpse.

Lyle was about to object but you were already reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and pull it over your head. You already had your braids tied back with your songcord.

Quaritch was close by, his eyes trail down your figure, missing your bioluminescence freckles.

Lopez follows your lead and takes off his shirt, waving it above his head. He was getting a little too enthralled at today's game.

The teams lined up in the middle of the clearing, Spider placed in between them as he held an avatar-sized football in his hands. You still don’t know they even have one that size. “Everyone ready?"

Every single Recom had dangerous smirks and ravenous glints in their eyes. This was their favorite time of the day, evident in how they bounced on their feet when Spider moved to toss the ball into the air.

Right before the ball left Spiders fingers, you and Quaritch glance at each other at the same time. His facial expressions were more exaggerated than the rest of his unit, a devilish grin and gleaming eyes, "you ready?"

His eyes flicked down to your chest for one moment before looking back at you. Noticing this you smirk, “are you?” You turn the question onto him, “I hope you could handle being beaten twice by little old me, Colonel” you taunt.

Quaritch winks at you, clearly trying to distract you momentarily as Spider tossed the ball into the air, giving Quaritch a chance to grab it before throwing it towards Prager who was already running towards the water-bottle-marked end zone.

Lyle and Lopez chases after him, feet sending dirt and grass into the air as Lyle reach to grab Lopez's flags, but it was Lopez who throws himself at Prager and tackles him to the ground, hard.

“You got knocked the fuck out, man” Lopez shouts down at a dazed Prager.

“Lopez!” You shout and push him off poor Prager.

“Prager, you alright?” You look at him.

“Yeah, Sully, I’m fine” he waves you off.

“You sure, man? That was a pretty hard tackle” Lyle stands next to you.

“Please. That’s nothing” he laughs, Lyle laughs as he reach his arm out to Prager and pull him and claps his shoulder before you jog back to your teams.

“Alright! this is what we’re going to do” you all huddle in a circle, Lyle being the teams captain of course, “Lopez! You go after Mansk and Ja while Zee runs down. Baby, you’ll-“

“How about you two distract the Colonel? So we could catch the ball?” Zee cuts Lyle off.

You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion in confusion. Why would you and Lyle distract Quaritch? What could you possibly do to distract him?

“Why us?” Lyle ask next to you. Your team smirks as if they know something that you don’t.

“Trust me. I think you know why, Wainfleet!” Smirks Lopez.

“How do you expect us to do that?” You place your hands on your hips.

Zee smirks, "I'm sure you two can figure something out out. Alright, break."

As Spider pressed his ear-shattering buzzer, everyone moved instantaneously. Lyle threw the ball to Zee as planned and Quaritch moves to cut you off. He stood there, arms outstretched and ready to grab you but you dodge and move to run the opposite direction but Quaritch quickly caught on and moves his arms in rapid speed and wraps his arms around you.

In a split second, you felt his arms wrap around your waist as you twist in the air, making sure he would take the brunt of the impact.

As Quaritch rotates your bodies in the air, he managed to spin you around to face him. When he hit the ground, you landed right on his waist. Your mouth drops open in shock, not able to comprehend how Quaritch managed all that in a matter of seconds. Quaritch smirks from below, reveling in your expression before pushing up on his hands. The movement made her slip down from his waist to press against his hips. He tried to ignore the weight of her body as it pressed into his groin before reaching down and pulling on the flag around your hips.

"Flag down," he smirks. Given your current situation, you were at eye-level for once. With a snarl, you try to stand up, but Quaritch flips you over so you were pinned to the ground. Your braids spread out against the grass, braid falling over your bare shoulder.

“I think I like this position way more, sweetheart!”

Your body heats up feeling Quaritch so close to you, it was your body's natural response to having him on top of you, large hands on either side of your head. He straddles your waist as powerful thighs encased your softer body, muscles not even strained as he supported his massive body weight.

Quaritch could get used to this image of you under him like this. You felt the same, heat rushing to your core as he eyes follow a single bead of sweat travel down the expanse of your breast. You almost threw all your morals out the window right then and there when he bent over and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You squeal at the intrusion.

Your scent permeated his very soul and he found himself wanting more of it, to drown in it.

A puff of air leaves his nose as he buried his face into your shoulder. You bite back a moan as he continues to smell every inch of you, his mouth opening wide enough to allow his fangs to ghost over your shoulder.

“Miles!” You squeal your body tensing, and it's only when you do that you realize, this was the first he's ever heard you say it.

When he retracted his mouth, you relaxed your tensed spine.

Quaritch sighs as he pulled back, realizing what he just did. He doesn’t understand why he did it. It was like an instinct to claim you. He reluctantly push himself off her before jumping to his feet. You ignore his outstretched hand, brushing the dirt off your legs as yoi bent over to pick up your flag. Quaritch had to look away.

"I could've helped you, you know." He tries to banter with you, but you only shot him a playful glare before jogging off. He couldn't help the way his tail swished and his ears pushed forward to full attention as exhilaration took over.

Mansk and Ja snickers as Quaritch rejoined his team, "nice tackle, Colonel. A little much don't you think?" Teases Ja.

"Ja, mind your business." Quaritch challenges, eyes trained on you as you laugh with Lyle and Spider. Mansk and Ja hums, obviously not believing a word the Colonel said.

In the end, your team reigned victorious. The dirty tricks Lopez managed to do paid off. Lopez was slick enough to hide his tactics from Spider's watchful eye, so there was no way of getting caught. The final score was eleven-ten as Lyle managed to intercept a ball meant for Quaritch and dashed for the endzone just as the clock ran out.

The sun was beginning to set as the recoms stand next each other and chat. You sat down on the grass, watching as the sky blurred into rich reds and oranges. Spider approaches you, handing you a water bottle, "can I sit?"

“You don’t have to ask” you nod the empty space next to you. Spider sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry about mentioning Tarsem” Spider apologizes. Turning your gaze away from the sky to look down at Spider who nervously play with the label of his own water bottle.

“Don’t be. I wasn’t really mad” you say. That catches Spiders attention, “to be honest, I completely forgot about him. I know I should feel something but I don’t”

“You never wanted to be mated to him in the first place” Spider grumbles obviously irritated at your father for forcing you to mate with someone you clearly don’t want to be with.

“Yeah. I should be the one apologizing to you for the way I acted. I guess I just didn’t want them to know” you shrug as you absentmindedly tug on the grass.

“Who?”

Shit. Why did you say that? Why didn’t you want them to know of Tarsem?

“Lyle and Miles” you answer before you could shut yourself up.

“Oh my God! You’re falling for them!” Spider gasp a little to loud. You shush him and glance towards the recoms to see they haven’t looked your way, thanking the great mother.

“I am not” you shake your head as you take a sip of your water.

You deny it. But the truth is, you really are falling for them.

——

Warm water runs over your shoulders and down your back. You relish the feeling, but wait to actually start for several minutes, so you begin your actual shower routine.

Once done, you turn the knob off and swing the curtain aside. Toweling yourself dry, you change into a long sleeve shirt that belongs to Lyle.

Leaving the bathroom you walked down the to your room. Seeing the door ajar, you swing the door open and enter, closing the door behind you. A gasp leave your lips as you cover your mouth when you see a naked Lyle.

Oops, wrong room.

“Baby!” Lyle shouts as he quickly covers himself up by wrapping a towel around his waist.

“I’m so sorry” you let out a shaky breath. You were completely mortified on what you just walked into. “I-I’m just gonna go” you arkwardly point behind you and turn around and head for the door.

“Baby!” You hear Lyle say behind you, but you don’t turn around, you just head for the door.

"Y/n!" he calls out again, saying your name this time. But you keep going, feeling like you’re about to collapse and you’d rather not do that in his room. You’re so embarrassed.

You reach for the door knob and go to pull it open but you don't get very far when a hand presses against it, slamming it back closed.

You turn around completely startled and find Lyle’s face only inches from yours. With a gasp you try pulling back but you’re met with resistance when you hit the door behind you.

Lyle’s other hand comes up and he places it against the door as well, essentially caging you in. His body is extremely close to yours, yet you’re still not touching.your breathing is hard and ragged. Your chest is rising and falling and now so is his. You look up at him, your height difference giving you no choice. His eyes bore into you and you’d give anything to know what he's thinking at this moment.

You’re once again feel conflicted, you’ve never been in this situation before. What are you supposed to do in a situation like this? Are you supposed to push him away? Or let him be near you like this?

You should leave. You should push him away. But if you’re being honest with yourself, you know damn well that's not going to happen.

You nervously run your bottom lip through your teeth, a bad habit of yours. But it does draw Lyle’s gaze down to your lips as he lets out a raspy breath.

"Lyle” you gasp out.

"Shit." he whispers, right before bringing both of his hands to your neck, tilting your head back, and pressing his lips against yours.

And all of your thoughts go out the fucking window. Any strength you had left in your legs completely goes when he gently starts moving his lips against yours and you have to reach up and grip his arms to stop yourself from falling.

Lyle feels your struggle and he brings his hands from you neck to your hips as he pulls your body closer to his, helping you stay up.

You don't exactly know what's going on, but right now, with his lips pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips, pulling your towards him as if he can't have you close enough, you don't care about anything else but him.

You slide your hands up from his arms to his neck and throw yourself more into him. Once he notices your enthusiasm he starts moving his lips harder against yours. He pushes himself against you and you stumble back and hit the door again, but this time Lyle’s body is pushing you against it. You can feel him growing behind his towel as he presses his hips against you and you can't help the moan that escapes your mouth. Once he hears you, Lyle gladly returns it, moaning into your mouth and it's definitely a sound you could get used to.

You don't know how far this is going to go, and honestly, you really don't care. All you know if you could stay here, being consumed by Lyle Wainfleet’s lips forever and be completely content.

*knock knock*

Fucking shit.

“Lyle, you done?” You both hear Quaritch on the other side of the door.

Immediately you push away from Lyle. And turn away from him as you wipe your lips with sleeve of your burrowed shirt.

“Wai-“ the door opens before Lyle could continue his sentence.

Quaritch walks into the room wearing only a pair of joggers and his chest bare.

Quaritch looks between Lyle’s who seems slightly out of breath to you who has your back to him.

“Everything alright?” Quaritch brow raise questionably, having an idea on what he just walked into.

“I-“

“Excuse me” without making eye contact with either of them, you quickly walk around Quaritch to the door and leave, closing the door behind you.

You immediately bend over and put your hands on your knees as you take in gulps of air, feeling like you can finally breathe now that you’re out of the room. Ideally you want to sit on the floor for a while but you know you need to get out of here.

So you speed walk into your room, hoping you could get there before anyone sees you.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

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