#prager

[sunandsstars]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Recombinants x Medic!Reader

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

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

Word count: 1.6k

“Ouch!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Also the soldiers were fucking hot.

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

“Sorry colonel, just got too excited”

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

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

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

She was one intimidating lady.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything?”

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

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

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

“Zhang!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oorah!”

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

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

“I didn’t cry”

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

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

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

“I’m counting on it”

“Cut it out!”

[muhomora]

Perhaps I'll post them in one post. Boys after training~

[recom-recruit]

Every recom ikran pattern

Quaritch

Wainfleet

Mansk

Zdinarsk

Lopez

Alexander

Prager

[timetravellingshinigami]

Y/N: *at spider* You don't "take a run" at a woman. You woo her. You make her feel special.

Lyle: *walks in* Hey hon take a look at this! It's a picture of my butt 😃

Y/N:*looking back at spider* And then when you get her, you can tell her whatever you want.

[la-imp]

AVATAR RECOM HEADCANONS - INTRO

Recoms!Deja Blu Unit - Science"Puke"! Reader

This is my first headcanon series and I am incredibly nervous because there are so many good ones out there already. I have read quite a few amazing headcanon series by various blogs who practically carry the whole Avatar Fanfic scene, which I am really grateful for! I know these sorts of scenarios have been done a lot by now, but I wanted to get one out and put my own spin on it. I hope to write more and update this series as well as take in requests, one-shots, etc, expanding on the characters as much as I can. I hope you enjoy! Avatar has consumed my life, lol...

Disclaimer: I do not own AVATAR, nor do I own its creative properties and original characters. I do, however, own the 'reader' character as well as other created figures that do not appear in the Avatar films, video games, or comic books. Characters involved: Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Alexander Ja, Mansk, Zdindarsk aka Z-Dog, Zhang, Lopez, Fike, Warren, Walker, Prager, Brown - mentions of Jake Sully

Plot Summary: The story takes place during the events of TWOW, right before the great reef battle. I won't spoil any crucial plot details (for those who haven't watched the movie yet), so I'll end it there. The reader is a militant medic with a biochemistry background, now assigned special care to ensure Project Phoenix's success. As their body chemistry is quite different and unique from that of humans, they require some help getting used to their new vessel. This is where you come in... and boy... you were not prepared for this. A bunch of Na'vi Human hybrids at the peak of their prime, fuelled by hormonal rage, primal instincts, and a knack for vengeance, they sure as hell turned your daily life topsy turvy. To them, you were nothing more than another science puke here to bore them out of their minds,  even though you had some military training as well. It is up to you to show them otherwise. To earn a place in their ranks.

Will (y/n) be able to handle this task or eventually fold like the others?

Warning(s): Cursing - Mild bullying - Negging - Foul language - Playful flirting

Content: SFW (Minors DNI) The reader is human and female. I plan to write specific headcanons for each individual character, but this was just a very long and detailed starter in order to get the ball rolling. Also this is not proof-read, so take this with a grain of salt. Happy reading! (also English is not my first language, so please bear with me) ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Hailing from a gentle background of academics and artists, you've decided to take a completely different route from what your family had destined for you. Going against their wishes and dissapointing a few members here and there was a price you were willing to pay in order to fulfill a lifelong dream. The prize of independence. Or perhaps you were tired of people telling you what you could and couldn't do. The idea of an adventure, exploring new worlds and galaxies, far far away from home was far more attractive than spending your years trying to fix a dying planet. But you also had a knack for helping and aiding those in need. Being a healer with a vast background of medicine and herbs only came natural to you. And as you graduated top of your class, you sought a new challenge. So you joined the space force. Military training was hard but you managed adquedately.  And as you finally becamea full-fledged medic, you signed a contract with the RDA to be shipped off to Pandora.

Save to say, the six years of light-year travel did take a toll on your body. It was often emphasized that dreams do not occur during cryo sleep. Yet, your case was the opposite. Over and over you saw visions of a lush, prehistoric forest that almost looked magical and foreign. Due to overpopulation and pollution, nature seized to exist altogether back on earth, so thinking of what this mythical Pandora may look like, sparked a fire in the pits of your stomach. You began to wonder if these dreams held any meaning to them... or if it was just your brain chemistry running haywire during the cryogenic sleep. The closer you got, the giddier you grew - excited and electrified at the idea of setting foot on one of the most precious planet known to man. Perhaps in the entire universe.

After your space shuttle finally docked at the RDA's space station, you were quickly briefed on your assignment by the announcers, guiding you to the nearest secretary. The secretary looked over her glasses and tossed you an illegible glare before sighing with a shake of her head, handing you your paperwork. "May God have mercy on you," she mumbled before calling for the next candidate. You took the papers hesitantly, brows furrowing in confusion before your eyes cast down on  on these said documents. Your eyes widened as your heart nearly sank. You were assigned to assist military Avatar personnel? You looked back up at the lady who was now grinning at you, a glint playing in her gaze. "Fresh meat for the grinder. It's a bit crass they decided to assign a small girl such as yourself to help these beasts," You slowly nodded, an awkward semi-smile forming on your lips, "I guess I like a challenge," you said, tone matching her sarcastic one. You have studied them for three years now, after all. You were prepared.

A few labcoats accompanied by a good portion of cleanroom suits were helping you find your way before passing you your exopack mask. It was the first time you'd ever seen one of those from up close. The concept of not being able to breathe the atmosphere was somewhat daunting. But it was something you had to get used to if you wanted to survive Pandora's 'Adapt or Die' rules. Wasting no time, you quickly strapped them on and secured the clasps, allowing the small piece of machinery to flood your nostrils with fresh oxygen. Impressed, you found it was much clearer and cleaner than that of Earth's... sadly enough.  You then remembered the comment from the secretary earlier on, echoing in your mind over and over again until it festered in the back of your subconscious. Anxiety began to take a hold of you, shaking your confidence ever so slightly.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you then issued a curt nod to your superiors who lastly gave you a clipboard, detailing all of your duties and rank among the Recom unit members. "Ready, greenhorn?" Dr. Vasquez piped up, drawing you from your trance. You blinked at him with a wide-eyed deer-caught-in-headlights look, lips parting, "Y-yeah." he chuckled in response to your nervousness before slapping a hand on your shoulder in confidence. "Don' worry, they may look very scary at first glance, but you will soon realize they are professionals just like us, alright?" You nodded, swallowing the lump down your throat before clamping the board beneath your armpit. "Alright then kiddo, let's rock'n'roll," he said with a smirk before punching in a security code to unlock the doors to the decompressors.

The air was filtered to fit the atmosphere of the recoms. Which was in turn, extremely toxic to humans. Unconscious in twenty seconds - dead in four minutes. The prospect didn't sound like very glamorous death. As the door opened, a hiss emitted from the pressure, giving way to the bright light of the sun peaking through the glass windows. Vasquez marched forward before beckoning you to join him. Upon entering, the energy of the room immediately shifted. It was almost palpable to the touch.

A good part of your confidence was chipped away once you laid your eyes on your future teammates. Breath nearly caught in your throat. To say they were tall was a big understatement. They were huge - as a matter of fact - larger than life! Nothing could've prepared you for this. Most of them stood at around ten feet and nearly scraped the ceilings if they hadn't been adjusted to meet their physiology. You continued to saunter forward, one tentative step at a time, eyes still glued to their physiques without so blinking an eye. Their bodies were even more strange, striking you with awe. Slender, graceful, svelte, yet powerful. The complexion was a deep cyan or darker powder blue, decorated in interesting patterns and luminescent dots, all accompanied by a long prehensile tail that idly swung from side to side, giving them a more animalistic edge. They were all broad-shouldered, even the women, as you scanned the room with all the blue-skinned individuals lurking about, their poise signifying a certain strength and fortitude that of a warrior. They could easily toss a person across the room and break every single bone in their body with one blow if they wished.

Eyes were striking like molten gold peering from the shadows, intensely following your every move. Their previous chatter immediately died down as their eyes glued to you and the other scientists. Vasquez took his position next to someone who seemed much more commanding and authoritive compared to the rest. He stood slightly taller and wore a khaki tanktop, exhibiting a set of toned, muscular arms placated on his hips. You caught a glimpse of his tattoo on his left arm. A black eagle. A remnant of his previous life? Or something to distinguish himself from the others, perhaps?

The way he walked with a certain swagger, taking a stance next to Vasquez, sharp yellow eyes peering into the hall, had you nearly choke on your own saliva. He was an intimidating man,  "As you all know, we are sent here to accomplish a mission that we couldn't last time. To hunt down and terminate the leader of the Na'vi insurgency, Jake Sully.  And in order to ensure our success, we have been assigned our personal medical officers who specialize in Na'vi physiology. They make sure none of us step out of line and patch us up during missions. Treat 'em with respect, ya hear? They are as much our responsbilities as we are theirs," his tone was a low, commanding drawl, hinting at his possible origin back from Earth. He also sounded a tad older than his bio stats suggested.

"Wait, we're going to have these science pukes tag along?" Someone groaned in the background.

Doctor Vasquez nudged you with his elbow before whispering something into your ear. So he was the colonel. Colonel Miles Quaritch. The leader of the first recombinant unit Deja Blu, the first Avatar squad produced by Project Phoenix. Vasquez then nodded and brought you and another male medical officer. Thankfully you weren't alone. And as you peeked into the crowd, practically feeling their eyes rake over your forms in a very scrutinizing manner, you wished there were more human scientists to accompany you. "Listen up Recoms," Vasquez announced, matching Quaritch's energy. Which you had noticed, was now glancing at you over his shoulder with a lazed stare. You quickly turned away, hating that all of their attention was on you now. Just great. "Those are your new medical officers," he gestured to both you and your counterpart, earning him a few whispers and hushed conversations between the Na'vi hybrids. The heavily tattooed individual grunted loudly, expressing a clear distaste at the fact.

You watched as the one with the camo cap began to chuckle before leaning over to the tattooed female with the mohawk, gossiping something into her ear. Your eyes narrowed at her, hoping to God they weren't talking shit about you. The male medic next to you semed quite nervous himself, almost glistening with a faint sheen of sweat whenever the light hit his complexion. Oh man... what a great start. "This here is Mr. Ryan," Vasquez said confidently and clamped a hand on his shoulder before pulling you to his side with a toothy grin, "And this is Miss (y/n). They're going to do a quick checkup on your vitals before we make land on Pandora. Their status reports will affect your mission. If you have any further questions regarding any of that, feel free to ask them. Good luck and have fun," he said before departing, giving you a two-finger salute before vanishing out the door.

For a moment, you wished he hadn't abandoned you so soon, but as you stood there, again with the hundred yard stare, you instantly began pulling out your clipboard, training your eyes on the papers rather than the giant soldiers around you. Quaritch cleared his throat before stepping forward, closing in on your proximity. The heat practically rolled off of him. Almost radioactive in a sense. "Right. Welcome to the crew," he said as a deep rumble of chuckles resonated within the hall. You flicked your attention back on them, seeing as their expressions turned from scrutiny to amusement. The one with the hat flicked his chin toward Ryan, "So you get to touch us all around?" Ryan nodded cautiously, "Yes, in a sense. We need to do some physical checkups to make sure your bodies haven't mutated or caught any diseases on the way here and-"

"So you're gonna be cupping my big blue balls, too?" he said, making an obscene gesture as the team burst out in synchronized laughter. Mr Ryan pursed his lips in frustration. You felt his pain, it was nearly palpable.

You were so not ready for this... "Shut your horny mouth, Ja!" one of the female recoms hollered, smacking him on the back of his head.

Judging by the 'joke', you came to the conclusion that they were full-blooded jarheads. You sighed before ticking something off your clipboard. "And what about her? Is she good with her small hands?" At this your eyebrows twitched before you began searching for the miscreant of this statement. Seeing as the one with the bandana had crooked a finger at you. "Man, she does look cute tho... tiny lil thing. What's good, mama?" their banter continued, slapping and fist bumping each other, having the time of their lives. What a fucking farce - you thought to yourself begrudgingly. The behavior reminded you of teenagers experiencing the surge of hormones for the first time. You couldn't believe Vasquez had vouched for their professionalism. Perhaps he was in on the joke as well. "Shut your pie holes. They're here to help, not entertain you, you fucking lowlifes. Treat'em with respect or I'll have your ass handed back to the infirmary, you get me?!" Quaritch's voice boomed, immediately silencing the lively chatter among his subordinates.

Looking over at the colonel, you saw his hardened, chiseled features directed toward you with an unreadable expression. His pointed ears were tucked back against his head as he issued you a small nod. You repaid him with the same respect and inclined your head in acknowledgment before moving on to your first patient. "Brown?" you said, louder than originally intended before you flicked your gaze around the room, searching for any response. "Steven Brown?" you repeated with a bit more clarity. The mohawk lady merely snorted with arms folded, watching you as you searched for your first victim. Suddenly a blue hand lifted, alerting you of your designated recom, seeing that he looked a little less grim and intimidating. Although equally large, he seemed a bit more approachable, in your eyes at least. With that being said, it wasn't exactly a joyride pushing and squeezing yourself through, as some of them actively made an effort of staying rooted to the spot, entertained at your slight struggle. You could have sworn hearing someone wolf whistle at you but you pushed those thoughts aside when you reached your destination.

He was slightly shorter than the rest, not that you could tell right away as he was seated on one of the benches slightly hunched over, his posture overly lax. Much like the others, he sported that classical short military haircut and fade. "Alright doc, whaddya got for me?" he drawled with a certain bite. You decided not to overanalyze everything, as you were already extremely nervous. You meanwhile scribbled down all of the data before setting the clipboard down, looking him in the eye. He remained there, sitting there in silence, monitoring you with a peculiar glint playing in his topaz irises. "Alright, Mr. Brown, could you please stretch out your right arm? I need to take some samples and check your haemogram if that is alright with you," you explained as you flashed him a polite smile while the convos in the background resumed.

Brown simply nodded and muttered a small 'sure thing' before complying with your wishes. Once he extended his appendage, you got a chance to examine it closely - realizing just how large and sinewy his arm was. The texture was interesting too, differing not much from human skin, save for the lack of arm hair. "Finding a vein shouldn't be a problem," you jest before pulling out a small device for blood sampling. It was not a syringe, but a highly advanced gadget that locked down on the skin cell before drawing a bit of blood. "Alright, just let me disinfect this real quick..." you continued before wiping the spot with a small disinfectant wipe, clearing it from any bacteria. The feeling of his skin was curious, smooth yet somehow rougher to the touch compared to human flesh. Pandora's rough climates had evolved them to become perfect survivors as even their skin was harder to penetrate.  Brown tilted his head to the side, ears swiveling curiously when you placed the blood-letting machinery against the crook of his arm. A small pinch broke through his flesh, extracting only a few tiny droplets. "There we go, that's about it-" Before you could continue, however, you caught Brown sending you a mischievous wink. "Didn't hurt at all, doc."

"Got what ya need, Miss (y/n) or... did I get that right?" you felt blood rush to your cheeks, heating your face altogether. They were trying to rile you up on purpose now... "(Y/N) right, but just call me by my first name. No need for being formal," hoping it would somewhat diffuse the awkward tension between you and the recoms. However, things did not go as planned when Brown's brows lifted for a short moment before his ears rotated in your direction, more attentive than before. "Well good to know, (y/n), looking forward to working with ya," your breathing became heavy to his deliberate teasing as he allowed himself to lean forward. You nearly jumped at his sudden intrusion "So (y/n), what does my blood test say?" just then the analysis was completed, giving you a clear stats report on his bloodwork.

"So far so good... bloodwork looks normal. Cholesterol is in the green and.... well..." His face faltered a bit, "What?" "be sure to consume fewer sugary drinks or sweets but other than that, you're fine. Wouldn't want you to be the first adipose soldier on Pandora," his features continued to crack "You calling me fat, doc?" he said before warming up to a smirk. You leaned away from him to avoid his sudden boldness. "Nah, just reminding you to be on your best behavior if you want to keep up with the rest, alright?" Brown scoffed with a shake of his head as you took your clipboard with you, writing down all of the info as well as checking a few boxes. "I'll get back to you later, just need to do the same with.... uh.. Wainfleet?" you asked, squinting your eyes to spot someone a bit taller and a tad bit more athletic looking. He lacked hair, like some of the others as he wiggled his fingers at you flirtatiously, a crooked smile plastered on his lips. "The one and only," you grunted in affirmation, feeling some of the dread returning before you headed over.

A sudden ticklish sensation and force tugged at the crook of your knee, having you to stumble and nearly fall flat on your face. Walker clicked her tongue with a roll of her eyes, "Come on Kevin, leave the poor girl alone already!" Quaritch's nostrils flared when he caught Brown fucking with you. A move of his tail that hooked around your leg in order to trip you. "You better secure that shit, Brown before I clip that thing off, capiche?" He growled, causing Brown to stiffen immediately. Eventually, he lowered his head and ears ".... yes sir... sorry,"

You managed to calm your thundering heart as you eyeballed Brown with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. What an asshole. Is that how it was going to be all the time? Good lord... how much you began to regret signing up for this particular unit. "Mr. Wainfleet?" you said softly, approaching the man cautiously as he eyed you up and down with that same grin on his face.

"Call me Lyle, sweetums. Only my mother calls me Mr. Wainfleet. So.... here to check the goods? Or maybe even get a feel?" Lyle chuckled before flexing his built physique, making you watch his biceps bulge and swell. The action made your throat dry out like the Sahara desert. Just what in the world have you gotten yourself into...

[whxre-bxby]

For the hate-fucking with Brown or Ja, maybe they would hate each other because they like knew each other in the past (like high school rivalry) and they never outgrew it.

Or they're just really competitive keep trying to outdo the other.

Or when they woke up as recoms they were both really distraught by the situation and when emotions ran high they both said some hurtful stuff and after that they started hating each other

Just some suggestions! :)

Why not combine both into one :D , I chose the last idea. Thank you for your request!

Recom Brown x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Ja

Hatefucking with Brown and Ja

Masterlist (baseball cap buddies)

Summary: After waking up as recoms, many soldiers keep neglecting their emotions which leads to them exploding one day. Y/N gets into an argument with both Ja and Brown and they solve it by finally once giving in to their instincts and listening to their bodies.

Warnings: Smut, angst, cursing, arguing, manhandling, roughness, angry/hate sex, non-con, hurt/comfort, aftercare, threesome, orgasm denial, teasing, penetration, blowjob

Word Count: 6949

As you definitely already know by now, waking up in an Avatar wasn’t easy for the recoms. You all struggled but no one ever talked about it. Suppressing and ignoring is easier than acknowledging and solving. 

It’s an unhealthy strategy, you know that, but it does work. To a certain extent at least. Sometimes, bottling up emotions will cause them to suddenly burst one day. When that happens, things usually escalate. 

Now to bring up the inevitable, that exact thing already happened. 

About a week ago you lost your patience with two soldiers specifically. They broke too. 

You’re in the weaponry, holding a wetted rag in one hand and your assault rifle in the other. The weapon which now has scratches and a dent in it because of the way it was carelessly chucked at you by Ja. 

That was the first small spark of the huge fire that broke out that day. 

He’s clearly in a bad mood which infected you. His behaviour is unprofessional and you yourself aren’t in the best state of mind to be dealing with his moody self. 

But you have a little self-control left in you, so you don’t comment on his behaviour. You let it slide. Nonetheless, you’re pissed off. Your ears are flattened back and a frown is covering your usually cheerful face. 

Ja notices your mood change but it doesn’t cross his mind that it’s because of him. Sitting around the room on the other benches are Brown and Prager. Everyone is busy. Which is why Ja should focus on his work and not yours. 

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” he suddenly blurts out, breaking the heavy silence. The silence was comfortable and pleasant before he threw the weapon right next to you. 

Your movements of wiping the grease from the gun still and you ask yourself whether you heard that right. You hope for his sake that you imagined it because if he were to have the nerve to comment on your doings after his little childish fit, you would lose it. 

You glance up at him, studying his expression only to realise he did in fact say that and is now awaiting a reaction. Brown and Prager and now listening too. 

“You think I don’t know how to clean my own weapon?” You ask with an undertone of sass which has his ears flipping back too. 

“I can see you’re clueless.” 

That’s it. You can’t stand him anymore. “I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing, dipshit.” you sneer at him, resting your hands on your lap while he stands in front of you. 

“Maybe that’s why our weapons haven’t been working properly lately. ‘Cause you have no idea what you’re doin’.” 

You’re speechless and boiling with anger. Who does he think he is?

“Maybe if you wouldn’t throw them on the fucking ground they would work just fine.”

Ja isn't able to fire back an argument at that. Perhaps he forgot he even mishandled your weapon. That could very well be the case. The number of overwhelming emotions have caused many of you to become hotheaded, but you were too angry with Ja to excuse his behaviour. 

You get up to stand at eye level with him. His stare is hard and intimidating now but you won't back down. You're not scared of him. 

"Don't start bitching to me about shit I know. It's not my problem you're all moody." You snap, provoking him by mimicking his voice in an exaggerated manner. 

"Moody?" He scoffs, taking a step forward to intimidate you. "You've been actin' like a bitch all day." 

You laugh at his pathetic comment. There's almost no point arguing with him. It’s like talking to a rude brick wall.

"I haven't even seen you today, until now." You reply. 

Prager steps up, walking a few steps closer to Ja and me. 

"Cut it out, both of you. We have to finish this in an hour." Prager says. He's right, we have a tight schedule and this is wasting time. 

Ja glares at him. "This doesn't concern you. She's been like this the whole time so I'm gonna deal with her now." 

You scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "You don't have to 'deal' with shit. Brush it off like everyone else."

"Yeah, like that's what you do." He chuckles darkly.

"I let you, throwing my fucking weapon on the ground, slide earlier. I didn't call you out for almost breaking the door handle when you came in and I didn't complain about Brown not putting the fucking weights back." You snarl at Ja but now Brown stands up too. 

"Don't pull me into this shit." Brown says and Prager sighs before taking his weapon and leaving the room. 

"Just like your mess almost pulled me to the floor?" You continue to provoke, shifting your gaze from Ja to Brown. 

Brown had left his weights on the ground of the gym the other day instead of putting them back and you almost tripped over them after your workout. 

"Hey, I'm not the one blocking the shower for an entire hour." He snarls and you roll your eyes. 

"At least I fucking shower." You fire back. "Both of you smell like shit."

Ja takes offence again and glares at you as you turn around to pick up your weapon. The second you straighten your posture, a hand is on your shoulder and it roughly spins you around to face the two of them. 

"You do it on purpose don't you?" Ja snarls. 

His words catch you off guard. You don't understand. 

"What?" You ask, genuinely confused. Your angry tone fades with the question. 

"You wind us up." Brown adds, seeming to understand what Ja is saying. 

"I wind you up?!" You almost shout in disbelief. "Do you know how long I've been fighting the urge to punch you two?!"

They grin evilly at you, probably imagining you attempting to punch them. It makes you want to do it that much more. 

"I saved your lives you know?" You tease, shifting your weight from one leg to another. 

"Oh yeah, how?" Ja scoffs. 

"Pure self-control." You snarl, hinting at the fact that you're trying your best to not kill them.

"Something you both lack."

"Yeah, well you don't make it easy." Ja replies, stepping forwards so that he's all up in your space. His chest bumps against yours and your heart is racing. You tell yourself it's from the anger but really, it's because of them. Your hatred for each other has caused tension between the three of you. 

You don't know how to reply to that so you take a step back, trying to read his expression before your yes avert to Brown's. 

"What do you use? Is it some fuckin' body wash?" He asks and you just stare up at him in confusion.

" ‘S that why it takes you so fuckin' long to shower?" Brown grins scanning your body over. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, upping the tone once more and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

There's a small pause while you await their answer. Both soldiers exchange looks before staring at you a little while longer. As if they aren't sure why you aren't catching on to what they're saying.

"Your smell. It's different." Ja says. You're at a loss for words. Are they seriously insulting your hygiene after mentioning themselves you take the most care of yourself?

"I smell different?" You ask in disbelief, trying to understand what is going through their heads. 

"You didn't smell like this before." Brown adds. You feel like you’re going mad. What the actual fuck are they talking about?

"Before what?" you fire back, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"Before we became recombinants. When we were human." Brown replies. Their eyes are fixated on you and their full attention makes you slightly nervous. You’re not used to this. 

“What are you even saying?” You ask again, telling yourself you will just leave like Prager if they don’t start making sense soon. 

Ja exhales loudly and still looks angry at you. 

“You expect us to be able to work properly with you smelling so fuckin’ good?” 

The words slowly sink in and you realise they are actually not insulting you. That’s a surprise. 

“Whatever you’re usin’, let it be.” Brown growls, backing up Ja. They both seem fed up. 

You think about their words and reactions for a minute, putting the puzzle pieces together in your mind while they just watch you. 

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind which has it all making sense and you gasp in shock before bursting out in laughter. 

Now it’s their turn to be confused. Ja and Brown exchange a quick questioning glance before turning back to you. 

“What so fuckin’ funny?” Ja asks. His bad mood is still very much present.

You have to pause your giggles to explain. 

“There’s no body wash in the bathrooms you morons.” you wheeze, holding your side to prevent stitches. “We’re not even allowed to use it.”

They don’t quite understand and continue to cluelessly stare at you.

“Poor babies, you’re going through your cycles.” You coo teasingly, trying to piss them off even more. 

Both their ears instantly flip back at the pet name and it makes you grin even more.

You turn away, wanting to wash the cloth you were just cleaning your gun with but once again, you’re pulled back to them and turned around. Ja tugs you back with such force you land right in front of them, almost bumping into their chests. 

You sigh, finally being able to relax your aching facial muscles from the laughing. “You didn’t read the documents did you?”

They stay silent for a few seconds before shaking their heads. Apparently, you were one of the only soldiers who read all the information about the new bodies. 

“Being all frustrated and moody tricks your body into thinking it’s your fucking seasonal cycle. Then you get all angry and horny for one specific person.” you grin evilly, pushing Brown’s chest back to create some sort of space between you and them. He just stumbles back one step, suddenly listening intently. 

“You’ve been honoured with me.” You tease. “Too bad you hate me and vice versa.”

Something in the atmosphere changes. Their gazes are no longer curious, but predatory in a way. 

“You’re serious?” Ja asks. His voice seems deeper than before. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t make this shit up. The last thing I’m doing is trying to get in your pants, asshole.” you snarl. The insults naturally come to you at this point and you’re not sure whether you’re even speaking the truth. 

“Quit it with the attitude.” Brown growls. The way he says the words makes shivers run up your spine but at the same time it pisses you off.

“Me? Look at how you’re fucking behaving. Leave me the fuck alone before you fall in love.” you torment him, taking a few steps back to reach for the cloth again. 

“You’re too much of a bitch to even like.” he snarls at you. You would have thrown insults back if you���re wandering eyes wouldn’t have accidentally landed on his crotch. They then flickered over to Ja’s pants and he seemed to have the same problem.

This is pathetic. “Awwh seems you really have it bad for me.” you fake a sweet voice, giving them puppy eyes. 

“Yeah?” Brown scoffs. “Not the only one. I can fucking smell you Y/N.” 

“Apparently you always can.” you fire back, trying your best to avoid being exposed like them. 

“Why do you make everything so hard for us?” he sneers and you chuckle. 

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Bitch.” he growls, muttering the curse under his breath. 

“That’s your problem.” you say, shrugging your shoulder and turning your back to them once again. If they spin you around once more you will deliver a punch to one of their faces. 

“Our problem.” Ja corrects and it makes me scrunch my face in confusion. The fuck does that mean?

“Glad you have something in common.” you mutter, not bothering to give them your full attention anymore. 

“And I’m gonna deal with it.” Brown mumbles, probably talking to Ja but you overheard what he said. You want to turn around and question him but suddenly, a hand wraps around the base of your queue while the other catches both your wrists behind your back. 

You gasp in surprise at the sudden roughness but before you can comprehend who is doing what, you’re being pushed forward. Your chest and face are pressed down against the hard surface of a metal table. 

You can hear Ja chuckle from somewhere behind you but it’s now clear to you that Brown has had enough and is pinning you against the furniture. 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” Brown teases, growling the words. You hiss at him, trying to break free from his harsh grip but it’s useless. 

“Get off of me you son of a-”

He chuckles darkly at your miserable escape attempts. “Then don’t think that I will. By the time we’re done, you won’t be able to fucking talk like that anymore.”

Within moments after he speaks those words, you can hear him unbuckling his belt. You freeze, wondering whether you heard that correctly. Was he being serious?

When his hands start roughly opening yours and tugging down your cammies, you realise he wasn’t playing around anymore. 

Your body is in a state of unexpected shock and you don’t quite know how to react, but your stomach still continues to twist in excitement. An excitement they can smell. One that clouds their minds with lust and blinds out all common sense.

Ja comes around the table, squatting down in front of you and grinning at your helpless and surprised expression.

“Thought we’d let you just leave after all that?” he teases, lifting his hand to demeaningly stroke your cheek. You tilt your face away from his touch but he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him while Brown continues to strip your bottom half naked. 

“Why the fuck are you doing this?” you hiss at him in between struggles, hating how easily they took control of the situation. “I thought you- hated me.” 

Brown has now removed both of your pants and underwear and his large hand suddenly slid over the curve of your ass before roughly groping at it. It makes you whimper when you feel how mean he is being with you, definitely leaving the skin red. Ja glances up at Brown and when his eyes meet yours again, his grin has grown wider.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ hate you. Your attitude most of all.” he chuckles, deeply staring into your eyes. “But at least we can fix that.”

You frown, wishing you could slap that smirk clean off his face. But he isn’t taking you seriously. Not when you’re bent over a table, half naked and being manhandled by his friend.

Suddenly, Brown delivers a stinging slap to the area his hand just assaulted and it makes you flinch. You have to bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from crying out. Something tells you that even tears won’t help you out of this. 

“But there’s no denyin’ that you’re the hottest bitch around.” he grins, before getting up and pushing your head to the side. 

Above you, Brown chuckles again and you feel his hand slide lower until his two fingers slip down between your shamefully wet folds. 

“You’re sure you don’t have the same problem as we do, baby?” he asks, teasing you for being equally as worked-up as they are. 

“Never in a hundred years would I feel any sort of attraction to you idiots.” you spit your words, trying your best to still resist. 

“Guess we’ll find out.” he replies. His voice sounds strained. “I’ll fuck you dumb, Y/N.”

His words startle you and in the next second, Brown thrusts forward and his tip instantly penetrates your throbbing pussy. Your hands ball into fists at the intrusion and you press your forehead against the cold table, clenching your eyes closed. It felt different than you remember. Maybe it’s because your Avatar isn’t used to this.

Brown hisses in pleasure, not stopping his movements until he is buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck-” he groans, letting go of your queue and now just holding your hip and wrists behind your back. “So tight.”

You whimper, clenching your jaw. “It hurts.” 

Your voice is quiet and shaky but he hears you. He hesitates to move after what he heard you say. To test the waters, he slowly pulls out, keeping just the tip of his dick between your lips. His eyes peer down to where you two are connected and his whole body freezes when he spots a few specks of blood. He knows very well it’s not from him and now he isn’t only questioning what he is doing, he’s regretting his actions. 

His eyes are wide with shock as he just stares at it. His thoughts are racing and his heartbeat picks up. What made him think he could do this to you? Instantly, his hands let go of you and you let them fall to your sides. 

Ja notices something is wrong and glances under your tail to be met with the safe horrific site his friend is seeing. It’s horrific to them, but surprisingly less bad for you.

They don’t understand. You’re scent clearly told them you were ready for sex and it fueled their instincts to mate. Now, seeing the potential harm they caused, snaps them back into reality for a few moments. 

“Shit- Y/N, I thought you wanted…” he stops mid-sentence, being reminded of your protests. We’re they that ignorant?

To their horror and confusion, you suddenly look calm. Your body is relaxed and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m bleeding aren’t I?” you ask, feeling almost certain you know what is happening. 

“Yeah…” Brown replies and Ja takes a step back, not sure how to react. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I-”

“Brown, calm the fuck down.” you say, silencing not only his panicked voice but their worried thoughts. 

Your tail lifts higher and you caress his jaw with it, looking over your shoulder with a grin. He doesn’t move away, he lets it happen. The silence makes him uncomfortable and he draws his hips back a little to completely remove himself from you but suddenly, you push back against him. Your hips follow his and you slide yourself back on his dick, taking him slightly deeper than just the tip. 

He freezes again, watching you in confusion and shock. Neither of the soldiers understood what was happening but watching you willingly press yourself up against him again made his dick twitch. Almost making him harder than before which is nearly impossible. 

“Tha Avatars are virgins. It’s normal.” you say, hoping to help them realise they didn’t hurt you in the way they feared. You didn’t expect to bleed because you didn’t bleed when you lost your virginity as a human. Either way, you know it’s nothing to be worried about. 

Both men are silent as they start to rethink everything and process what you just said. Then Brown speaks up, wanting to make sure he understood correctly.

“You’re okay?” he asks. His voice is tainted with worry and you can hear a small tremble. 

You chuckle, facing forwards again. “Aw, look at that. You guys give a shit about me.” 

Behind you, Brown and Ja exchange looks again. As if to make sure they’re both back on board with their original plan. 

“Main thing is you act like ‘big boys’, being all mean and grumpy and then you almost cry about a few drops of blood.” You laugh at them, with the full intention of winding them up again. You don’t know why you do it, but it's amusing to you because it’s so easy to get under their skin. 

You wiggle your hips against Brown for a few seconds and that’s all it takes for his original self to be back on you. 

“I knew you do it on purpose.” he snarls but you know he is grinning to himself. Now you know that he likes it, even if he complains about your bitchy behaviour. Maybe you need to be like this more often. 

“Do what?” you ask, playing dumb which makes him chuckle. Fuck, do you do things to him. 

“If anyone’ll be cryin’ it’ll be you on my dick.” he says, groping the soft flesh of your hips. Brown loved how soft you were. It very often made him weak when he would watch you. Now, he gets to touch you 

“Make it happen before you have another crisis.” you tease, and with that Brown thrusts forward once more. This time, he goes slightly harder than before. 

You inhale sharply, stretching your arms forward to hold on to the edge of the table. He pauses, tapping the insides of your ankles with his boot for you to open your legs wider. You move one and he doesn’t bother to wait for the other so he kicks it to the side. 

The pain is very mild and is rapidly fading away each time he thrusts forward. 

Ja moves in front of you again, leaning down to look at you. 

“Dirty girl,” he tuts. “Been needin’ this, huh?”

You stare at him, trying to look composed but your lips constantly fall open in synch with Brown’s movements. 

“Needed us to take care ‘f your pretty pussy.” he coos and oddly, the words make you let out a silent moan. He notices your attempt in hiding it. 

“Not you specifically.” you push the words out unevenly because you feel like the air is being fucked from your lungs. “You just got lucky.” 

Brown was listening and he hums before spanking the sweet spot under your ass. It makes you yelp and jolt forward. Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you than before and you feel like you forgot how to breathe. 

“You wanna cum?” Brown asks, seeming slightly agitated by your attitude again. 

“You can’t make m-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by reaching beneath you and softly brushing his fingers against your clit. As if he knew what you were going to say so he decided to prove you wrong instead of answering. 

“You wanna clench down around my dick? Finally let go and let me take care ‘f you?” he asks, leaning forwards to reach your ear. 

Ja is looking up at him with a doubtful and questioning expression. 

The offer sounds good but you choose to not answer. 

“I’ll take real good care of ya.” he whispers through his heavy breathing. “Fuck you until you’re full of cum. I’ll have y’er legs shakin’ and shit.” 

You whimper, feeling overwhelmed. It’s as if he knows exactly what your desperate body needs. 

“You want that?” he asks, urging you to answer by fucking you deeper. You feel so close, loving the way he seems to fill you with the girth of his cock while rubbing your clit through your wet lips. Everything suddenly seems perfect. 

“Yes-” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Can’t hear ya.” Brown breathes out, seeming to struggle to control himself.

“Yes!” you cry out, arching your back against him. “Please, please. Fuck-” Your hips push back once again. Any second now your orgasm will hit you. 

He chuckles again but it almost goes unheard because you’re about to be flooded with pure bliss. Brown straightens his posture again and suddenly, his hips still. 

You open your eyes, wondering whether he was readjusting his position but he just stopped. 

In confusion, you turn your head and look up at him over your shoulder. There’s an evil smirk stretched across his face and suddenly you realise he screwed you over. 

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” he says, clearly amused by how confused and desperate you look. 

“You’re fucking kidding-” you breathe out. He shakes his head no, looking at Ja who is now grinning too. 

In a last attempt to please yourself, you rock your hips back and forth on his dick. Brown’s hands fly to your hips and he curses while digging his fingertips into your soft flesh, holding you still. 

“Fuck- you slutty girl.” he swears. 

Brown had to force himself to stop even though he wanted nothing more but to have you cum around him. He felt the need to fill you up and he will, but first, he and Ja need to teach you a lesson. One you won’t forget. 

Ja stands up and starts to unbuckle his pants in front of you. 

“Choke on his dick and I’ll think about it.” Brown says, tugging your hair back and making you look up at Ja. 

“You assholes-” you mumble, still trying to calm down your breathing. Brown decides to take it up a notch and he slaps your pussy, making the area of your clit stingy unexpectedly. 

You whimper, flinching again and tightening your grip around the edge of the table. 

Ja pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh and you stare at him. We’re they both naturally this big or was it because we have Na’vi DNA now? Either way, it’s extremely intimidating and they is no way you think you can fit that in your mouth. You’re surprised you’re managing to take Brown who is still balls-deep inside you as we speak.

“Do it and I’ll let you cum.” Brown says, tilting your head up further to force your mouth open.

“If you listen, I’ll be nice when it’s my turn.” Ja grins, cupping your jaw now to replace Brown’s hand. Your eyes widen at the statement. His turn? You’ve never done anything like this. It’s always only been one person. 

“You guys are so cruel.” you mutter, tipping your ears back and drooping your tail in defeat. Both men would almost feel sorry for you if you wouldn’t have had such a rude mouth before. 

You huff out a sigh and Ja shifts closer, so you open your mouth. Your tongue slips past your lips and he rests his tip on it before inching forwards again. 

You make sure to show your display of annoyance when wrapping your lips around his dickhead and gently suckling on it. But Ja isn’t looking at your eyes, he’s watching your saliva-coated, plump lips close around his girth. His body shudders and he places a hand into your hair, unable to tear his gaze away from your mouth. 

You gently worship his tip, swirling your tongue around it before pressing it up against the slit of his dick. A low grumble erupts from deep within Ja’s chest and his muscles flex to prevent him from thrusting forwards into your warm mouth. 

Proceeding with pleasuring him, you remove your lips from his tip and start sloppily licking up and down his length. Your tongue starts at his balls, slowly moving up and tracing along a vein until you reach his tip again. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” he murmurs, clenching his stomach muscles in pleasure. 

Behind you, Brown slowly pulls out of you, making sure not to trigger your or his orgasm just yet. However, you relax at the feeling of him moving again and let your mouth fall open. Ja uses this to his advantage, almost shoving half his length into your mouth. You don’t protest, you take it. Moving your head forwards, he already brushes against the back of your throat. The uncomfortable feeling makes you freeze your movements so that you won’t gag. Instead, you hiccup while he’s stuffed in your mouth and he grins. 

“That’s it,” Ja praises, watching you fight back your gags. “So fuckin’ good for me.” 

You look up at him with glassy eyes of slowly forming tears and he almost loses himself in them. Ja feels pity for you and looks back to Brown who is intently watching you work your way down Ja’s length. 

“She’s bein’ good. C’mon.” he urges his friend and Brown’s eyes flicker up to Ja. 

He nods with a smirk, deciding to tease you a little more before giving in to his and your desires. Brown holds his dick and glides his tip between your folds, watching with dilated pupils how your hips naturally chase his movements in an attempt to stuff yourself full with him again. 

“Shit, you have it bad, huh?” he coyly teases, once again lifting your tail to clear his view of your dripping and throbbing heat. 

Your ears tip back again. Not as bad as they had it earlier. It’s their fault for getting you so worked up now. 

Brown notices the return of your attitude but this time it doesn’t annoy him, it fuels his lust for you.

He leans back down to you, placing his lips near your right ear and whispering, “I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until it hurts.” 

Your eyes widen at his words but he almost instantly draws back, not waiting for your reaction. You stop paying attention to Ja for a few moments, especially when Brown snaps his hips forwards once more and fills you to the brim with his cock. Almost instantly, your back arches and he grabs a hold of your hips, starting to roughly fuck himself into you. 

Ja gently nudges his hips forwards too, slowly urging you to take more of him. You resume your previous actions, and after a few minutes, you realise you can’t think straight. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure every few thrusts and your mouth is hanging open with small droplets of saliva spilling from the sides. You can’t concentrate on Ja anymore and he pulls away. However, he isn’t disappointed in the slightest. Seeing your fucked-out facial expression is a sight he never wants to forget. He would have had to pull away anyway because he didn't want to cum just yet. The first time he gets to have you, he will release his load into you, to mark you as his. Well, Brown’s and his. Brown seems to have the same plan. 

Brown’s thighs are slapping against the back of yours with each harsh thrust. He’s plunging his dick as deep as he can into you while digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass. To him, you are the most attractive and sexy thing he has ever seen. He never expected himself to be attracted to an Avatar, not even when he became a recombinant, but at the end of the day, it was you. And you are the best girl out there in both their opinions. 

Your new body kept the slim waist you used to have and your soft hips and thighs. They never touched you before but they remembered your body.

“Mmm- fuck, ‘m so close.” you whimper, spreading your legs even further apart and giving yourself to him. Your movement makes Brown hiss. Seeing the girl he was secretly chasing, offer and open herself to him like this is a gift from heaven. Brown and Ja both desired you for a while, which is why their attraction to you spiralled out of control today. It’s another reason why they hated you. You were a bitch to them that they found hot, and it angered them that they had to resist you. At least until now. You had no right being so nerve-killing while looking good. 

Brown once again decides to play with you, wanting to overstimulate you in the slightest. His hand once again dips under you and he’s rubbing his middle fingers between your lips and over your clit repeatedly. 

You cry out, trying to distance yourself from the rough touch. Your body was still very sensitive from almost cumming before. But Brown held you in place and you had to embrace it, taking everything he’s giving you. 

“Just like that baby,” he groans, “Cum for me.” 

He continues exactly what he’s doing and the more you tense your body, the faster your orgasm approaches. It hits you like a huge wave, making you hold on to the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white. Your tail stretches upward and is trembling along with your legs. In a desperate attempt to prolong the bliss, your start pushing your hips back against Brown’s to meet his thrusts. 

His breath gets caught in his throat and the mixture of your pussy clenching around him, almost sucking him in and refusing to let him pull out and seeing you fuck yourself on him again has Brown cumming. 

His hips stutter and he’s sloppily humping your behind, finally shooting his load into your begging pussy and keeping you filled up by plugging your entrance with his cock. Your movements calm down and after a few moments, you’re both still and regaining your breath. He wasn’t lying when he said you’d be crying on his dick. A few tears of pleasure and overstimulation have already run down your cheeks. 

He knows he’s been mean with teasing you and he loves how well you took his handling, baring through it all. Brown snakes an arm around your waist, lifting your upper body so that you’re standing in front of him while he stays buried deeps inside you. His arms embrace you from behind, holding you against his chest to make sure you don’t lose your balance. Brown rests his chin on your shoulder before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“You’re so good,” he whispers in praise, still not letting your warm body go. 

This is a new side of him you’ve never seen and it makes you instantly melt and relax against him. You weren’t expecting to be treated so nicely after the argument you had earlier. 

“Best girl out there.” he adds. His heavy breathing calms and gently fans against the skin of your neck. The praise sounds so rewarding. 

You lean back and close your eyes for a few seconds, relaxing and regaining strength after almost losing control of your trembling body. 

Ja walks around the table, watching your interaction before stopping in front of you. Your hazy eyes slowly open and meet his. His hand reaches for you and he leans forward, closing the gap between your lips. You don’t resist. Sure, there were occasions where both of them really got on your nerves and you were sure that if you had a loaded gun in your hand during those times, you would kill them. Earlier today, your weapons weren’t loaded. But somehow you seemed to solve each other's problems now, so why not let it happen? 

His hands were all over you, skimming down your waist before gently starting to bunch up the cloth of your tank top. You let him slip it off you while Brown watched, still not removing himself from inside you. Brown’s fingertips traced along your ribcage, exploring the new skin you showed them while Ja started fumbling with your sports bra, slowly tugging it up and over your head so that it could join your pile of clothes on the floor. 

You were completely bare in front of them but since your body was cradled between them so you didn’t feel exposed to the room.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty…” Ja whispers, staring at all of you. Behind you, Brown hums in approval and you can feel the vibrations come from his chest. He continues to hold you while Ja cups your breast and kisses you again. 

You’re so lust-drunk even after the orgasm Brown gave you, you moan into the kiss. It drives Ja wild, and he intensifies his actions. 

“My fucking turn.” he grumbles, pulling away and staring down at your bare pussy. Brown obliges. He’s had his time with you, now Ja should too. 

Slowly, Brown retracts his dick from inside you, leaving you sore and hollow. You let out a soft whimper as he pulls away, being nudged against Ja’s now bare chest. He holds you upright while Brown sorts himself out, probably putting his pants back on. 

After a little less than a minute, I feel Brown’s presence behind me again. It confuses me but Ja doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

His left arm once again wraps around your waist, tighter than before and his right hand stretches down to grab the backside of your knee. Ja reaches for your other leg, placing his palm on the back of your thigh before both men suddenly lift your feet off the ground. You hold on to their arms, gripping their biceps in an attempt to steady yourself. The sudden movement is a surprise to you. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Ja grins, placing one of your legs over his shoulder while Brown continues to effortlessly hold you in the air. “We got you.” 

You’re staring at him with wide eyes, definitely impressed by their strength. Ja doesn’t waste time with you. He’s already pressing his leaking tip against your entrance. The fact that Brown’s cum is dripping out of you doesn’t bother him at all. As long as it’s either of them fucking you and no one else, they don’t have a problem with it. 

“Ready?” he asks, helping Brown hold you up by holding the underside of your thighs. 

You gulp nervously, still feeling slightly sore from Brown’s brutality. 

He smirks. “I’ll be careful.”

You exhale shakily before nodding. “Okay.”

He pets your thigh as if to show you he liked your answer before he starts to slowly enter you. You squirm in their arms but they keep a firm hold of your body, holding you in place until Ja bottoms out. It’s easier for him to enter you after your pussy has been worked open by Brown. 

“Good girl,” Brown whispers into your ear. “Show him how well you can take him.”

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, faintly nodding your head. 

Ja’s lips are parted and his mouth is slightly hanging open as he pants. It’s been too long since either of them have felt pleasure like this. Too long since they’ve been with a woman, but hell, you beat them all. 

Ja is starting to hastily thrust himself inside you while watching your expression. It seems so soreness has faded or at least it’s been concealed by lust once more. He is also still stimulated from your sloppy blowjob so Ja has to hold back a little to not cum instantly. He’s into messiness and sloppy sex. It’s his favourite thing, which is probably also why the squelching sounds of your slick and Brown’s cum along with the way the fluids are dripping down you and coating his length, turn him on even more. 

“Got one more in ya?” he asks between breaths. At this point you’re so mindblown by the way they have and are fucking you, you could cum on command. 

“Yes- fuck. It’s so good-” you breathe out, arching your back again and throwing your head back. Brown’s lips attach to the side of your neck and he nibbles and sucks on your skin. The hickey that he is forming is the least of your concerns. To be completely honest, you want to be covered with them. You want to be theirs in every way possible. 

“Let go baby, can’t hold it much- longer.” he struggles to say. The feeling of your wet cunt welcoming him in is exactly what he needs.

And just like on command, you cum. Brown holds you tighter while your body trembles and your toes curl. You’re a moaning mess and a few seconds after you, Ja is stuffing your pussy full of his cum, emptying his load into your drenched hole. 

He’s cursing your name and holding you so tightly, his hands leave red marks on your thighs. 

“Goddamn. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” Brown grins, continuing to steadily hold you while you and his friend calm down. 

“Might have to start forgetting to put away gym equipment on purpose now.” he chuckles, and you scoff and Brown’s joke. 

“The only reason this happened is because you morons can’t keep your shit under control.” you say. You would have been fine. They were throwing a tantrum. 

Brown frowns. “And just like that, the good girl is gone again.” 

“Good girl my ass, this is your doing.” you reply. They’re the reason you get so annoyed with them. 

“Maybe we just need to keep fuckin’ her. Then she won’t be talkin’ to us like a bitch anymore.” Ja adds to the conversation. 

“Permanent sex to keep your filthy mouth closed and bad attitude gone.” Brown chuckles. 

“Forget it, I’m so done right now.” You shut their idea down as your voice slowly recedes to a whisper. You’re exhausted. 

They don’t argue with you and carefully place you back on the ground. While you all get dressed you continue to throw insults each other's way but at this point, it’s all playful. 

You’re all behind schedule now with your tasks so you sit down again and get back to work on cleaning your weapons. For the next hour or so, all three of you continue talking. The teasing doesn’t stop but you’ve discovered that you hate them a little less now.

Tag List: @ken-dala @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @numarusworld @number1gal @ikranwings @jatwow

[babyduk213]

Do y’all ever think about how all the recom soldiers came from a na’vi woman’s eggs (and they’re probably all related🫢) and how the mother was probably a woman kidnapped by the RDA 🙁 and how Quaritch might be related to Jake from their mothers eggs 👩‍👦‍👦or am I just fucking stupid🥸 i’m genuinely curious please lmk🧐

[recomgarbage]

[wain-fleets]

b&w with prager

[achemeanspain]

some sketches with recoms🔥

[sunandsstars]

Ok but how would the squad react if another human was putting the moves on their lil medic?

SCIENCE GUYS SUCK

Recombinants x Medic!Reader

Summary: A science guy was making a move on their girl, jealousy and insecurities ran through the squad like wildfire.

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1.3k A/N: I’m so sorry with not sending this off sooner, I have so many asks in my inbox to get through! 😩

Taglist: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @eywas-heir @reneehillary69 @cavvedinn @itsyoboysparkel @doggodorime @dumb-fawkin-bitch @pandoragalora @thecrazyswamp @the-black-pines @fanboyluvr @mooniequeen @berrybluez @netherklutz @luciddasher @avtprint @theesexystallion @annaleesworld

Soft laughter can be heard from the direction of ___’s office, catching the attention of Fike who wanted to deliver a fresh batch of cookies he baked. He crept towards the open door and stood behind the wall, blocking their view of him so he stayed hidden. Peering around the corner he saw his girlfriend with a…guy?

A human guy.

He was a scientist, judging by the lab coat over his body and Fike briefly remembered seeing him here and there around the medbay. He had very handsome features too, if the recom didn’t know any better he would’ve thought he was a model, staring on Vogue or whatever.

His ears pinned down when more soft giggling flowed out of ___’s mouth, what the guy was saying wasn’t even that funny. Or interesting. Just nerdy science stuff. What’s so funny about the composition of atoms?

Fike decided to interrupt whatever was going on and knocked on the door, walking to where they could see him. “Oh! Sean!” ___ stood from the chair she sat on and walked around her desk and towards the man “what are you doing here?” she looked up at him with pretty doe eyes and he couldn’t help but swoon.

“Just to give you these..” he held out the box of marbled sugar cookies, grinning when she squealed and took them. Opening the box and munching on one, giving her thanks.

“Oh, nice man!” the scientist walked behind his girl and took the cookie from her hand, biting into the spot she did just moments ago. “This is pretty good”

___ turned and smacked his arm, “Jason! You can’t just do that” she pouted, looking up at Fike “sorry honey, they were delicious though, where did you get the ingredients?”

“Um, just from the recent shipment” he stared at the man who stood too close to her, a look of bewilderment and confusion on his face. What was he trying to do? “Hey, I gotta go” the Na’vi man bent down and cupped her face, kissing her cheek and walking off towards the rest of the squad.

He’s gotta fill them in ASAP.

“No. Fucking. WAY!” Zdinarsk growled “a puny little science punk! Trying to steal our girl?!” she crossed her muscular arms over her chest with her ears pinned to her head. Glaring. “What did he look like Fike?”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, ___ said his name was Jason”

“Ah shit, I think I know him” all eyes turned to Zhang who stood against the wall of the gym with his arms crossed, muscles bulging out. “He’s got quite a reputation with the woman on base” he stood up straighter and walked towards the small group near the door who were gossiping “heard he was a real womaniser”

Fike rolled his eyes “yeah he did seem like a bit of a pretty boy, even got her giggling at stuff” he huffed.

“She knows she’s ours, we don’t have to worry about ___. But it’s him we gotta keep an eye on. I don’t like this team” Zhang, Fike, and Mansk, who stood silent, agreed with Zdinarsk. “Oh, and don’t tell colonel, he’d go ape shit” they murmured at that, nodding their heads. If Quaritch ever found out that a guy, a science guy, was hitting on their lover, he would smash his skull to pieces.

“HEY! What are you ladies gossiping about?! GET BACK TO WORK SOLDIERS!”

“YES COLONEL!”

The squad sat in the cafeteria for some good afternoon grub, munching on some veggies and drinking their water. The recoms had to have a specific diet to sustain their bodies, none of the sweet shit the humans were aloud to eat.

___ spotted her partners in the far corner of the room, grabbing her tray and preparing to head over there when a hand grasped her arm and stopped her form moving. “Hey pretty girl, just wondered if you wanna sit with me and my crew today?” Jason glanced down at her with a charming grin.

Unsure, the woman looked at him then towards the recoms, shaking her head and looking back at Jason “I’m sorry, but I gotta go sit with them, being their medic and all”

“But they got a medic already, they don’t need you” Jason’s smile turned a little sour upon closer inspection, ___ was a human, she was supposed to sit with her kind. Why bother with these animals?

“Yes but- Jason let go!” the man grasped her wrist this time, dragging her over to his table to sit her down until a blue palm rested on his shoulder.

Jason froze and looked at the hand, chest starting to palpitate and his pupils shrunk from fear. He may act all big and mighty, but he was all bark and no bite. The scientist strained his head to look up and saw one of the recoms glaring at him, “I believe the lady said to let her go”. Immediately Jason let go, stepping away from both of them and clearing his through, looking towards ___ for some sort of stability but she simply stepped behind Lopez for cover. “Cmon mì amore, let’s get you back with the others”

___ held Victor’s pinky with her hand and followed him as he escorted her towards the table at the back, offering to hold her tray of food and placing it onto the table in front of Lyle.

“So who was that prick that was botherin’ you?” Wainfleet immediately stated, not one to keep quiet. Zdinarsk, Mansk, Fike and Zhang audibly winced when a bang sounded onto the table. Quaritch stood up from his seat and glared across the cafeteria towards where Jason was.

“He ain’t cause you any trouble? Right darlin’?” he drawled in his southern accent, if she said yes then he’ll show no mercy. His hands were empty, and a human sized skull would be a perfect fit to fill it out.

___ noticed the change in atmosphere and wanted to sooth the man, she didn’t need anyone fighting on her behalf. “No! He wasn’t, just being silly. Sit down Miles, you gotta finish that plate” she reached over and tried to take both of his massive hands in her own, pulling him down to sit again. Quaritch huffed and complied, still staring the human man down.

‘That’s right…feel my stank eye’

Zdinarsk decided to cut the tension, not baring to sit through the heavy testosterone “so…who knew that scientists got game?”. Fike gave her a blank stare and Prager choked on his food, laughing. She weren’t wrong, none of the scientists could even stand taking to another human being, let alone try and get one in their bed.

“Z, enough” ___ laughed, covering her mouth, “I don’t want you guys to bother him ok? I think he almost had a heart attack seeing Lopez, I couldn’t imagine him seeing the rest of you”

Ja rolled his yellow eyes, “maybe he needs a heart attack just to get it through his thick ass skull that you’re a taken woman”

“Alexander Ja!”

“Oo she hit you with the full name” Prager cheekily chuckled, Lyle joining in and slapping Ja on the back, “don’t wanna make mummy angry do you?”. Ja’s face flushed a dark purple, grumping as he finished his food.

Mansk chimed in, having the perfect view of the scientist across the hall “He’s staring at you ___”. A squeak of a chair echoed through the room and the stomping of footsteps carried across the cafeteria.

“COLONEL NO!”

[muhomora]

I want to introduce you to my son. William Allen or just Will.

A cold, sarcastic Marine and just a wonderful person. He has a steely self-control, likes to tell people outright nonsense with a serious face, so that they do not understand whether he is telling the truth or lying, for fun. Loves knives. He has a charming laugh. Perfectly get along with everyone. Will is a loyal soldier of Colonel Quaritch, ready to carry out any order.

His full biography is in the process of preparation, but I already love him. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

[recom-recruit]

prager in hd finally

[tsukioreo]

Prager Study

I enjoyed it a lot ! Making Avatar studies is literally the best activity for my wrist and eyes !

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Tight spaces

Summary: The team get sick of you both dancing around one another and take matters into their own hands

Recom!Prager x Recom!Reader

@bookworm-07 maybe not a fluffy as last time!

Warnings: this is smut with barely any plot, fingering, dry humping, dirty talk

Prager liked you, no one could argue with that. The way he stared dreamily at any opportunity gave him away to everyone. Well everyone but you. No for all his sighs, compliments, lingering eyes and hands, you were oblivious.

Not like the kid was any better. Whining about how amazing you were and how you'd never go for a guy like him to anyone who'd listen. Despite the team remarking how you were doing the exact same thing.

Lyle quirked a brow up, watching you laugh at what couldn't have been a very good joke. Your hand resting on Prager's bicep just a little longer than necessary before you pulled it away, tucking hair behind the blush that had reached your ears.

Alexander slumped down next to him pulling his hat lower as he groaned.

"Oh it's too cringe I can't watch!" He moaned, sinking even lower. Lopez laughed from his other side, jabbing him in the ribs. Alexander yelped and crawled back up, punching his arm.

"We should do something!" Zdog smirked, turning back to face the group. A wicked smile crossed Lyle's face before a dropped tray startled him.

Quaritch scowled down at them. Lyle blanched, busted. No way big boss would approve of their meddling. Not when it involved two of his men.

"I got an idea." He drawled out. Lyle's eyes widened at the dark smile creeping across his face.

Across the room your ears twitched. The oddest shiver ran up your spine.

"You okay?" Prager looked down, voice tinged with concern. You could loose yourself in those honey eyes. You smiled gently up at him, Prager felt his heart flutter.

"No fine!" You chirped, sweet voice gracing him again as you continued your story.

Next morning Prager woke alone. The dorms were normally full of chatter at this time of morning. He crept out into the hall, still in just his boxers from sleeping. Prager rubbed his eyes looking around for anyone.

He called out, half expecting someone to jump out. No prank sprung, not when he popped his head in the next room and the next. He gently knocked on yours before he opened but even you were gone.

Had there been a mission? Had some alarm roused everyone else up and out? Why wouldn't Lyle have woken him? He normally loved dumping cold water or flipping him out of bed when he was late.

He rounded the corner to the mess hall, where he saw you. His breath caught in his throat. Instead of your normal gear you wore your own pjs. A tight tank top and tiny shorts riding so high he could see the curve of your ass. God he wished he wore something with a little more coverage himself.

"Prager!" You called, catching him out the corner of your eyes. You jogged lightly over and Prager tried very hard to keep his eyes on your face. Your tail swished behind you in apprehension.

"Where is everyone?" you fretted. You rung hands, fidgeting from foot to foot.

"I dunno, no one was in the dorms when I woke up, you?" He answered, trying hard to sound in control.

"No, I haven't seen anyone since I got up. You check the gym?" You quivered out, eyes darting up to meet his from their nervous glancing. Prager stiffened under your gaze, quickly looking behind you, hoping you hadn't noticed his ogling.

"Oh no good idea!" he croaked, voice catching in his tightening throat. Prager quickly shuffled past, heading toward the gym. He heard your bare feet patter after him. Your soft skin brushing against his arm as you walked by his side.

He pulled the double doors cautiously but the room was as empty as all the others. Looking to you he noticed your anxiety rise again, tail twitching, ears satelliting and your expression made his heart cry out.

He moved his hand up, hesitating a moment, before he placed it gently on your shoulder. You looked up at him, eyes glassy but you gave him a tight smile. Prager returned it with a warm smile of his own before a shape caught his eye.

Just off center of the room there was a green box. It was large, with black numbers uniformly painted on its side. He hummed curiously, edging over to the thing. You gripped his hand suddenly, your face fearful. Prager smiled back, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

He felt his chest swell as you creeped up with him, hand still firmly clasped in his own.

"Hey it's cool, I got you. Just looks like supplies I think..." Prager reassured you. He was pretty sure he was right. The container looked a lot like the ones in the hanger bays. Normally they'd be full of gear or food but as he got closer he could see this one was empty.

You both stood right in-front of it now, staring down into its emptiness.

"Huh? What you suppose its..." You began, before a sudden push sent you both tumbling inside. You felt yourself fall against Pragers bare chest, flushing despite the situation at the proximity.

Before you could even understand what was happening the lid slammed shut closing you both in darkness. A chorus of familiar laughter rang out. Zdog, Lopez, Lyle? You could definitely make out their voices, along with what sounded like the whole team!

"Sit tight lovebirds! We'll be back soon!" You heard Walker coo from outside.

"Hey! Wait!!" You shrieked in the tight space but you could hear the gym doors close. You pushed up against the lid but it remained tightly in place. Prager groaned under you, the motion having ground you deeper against him.

"Oh I'm sorry" you began, hands reaching out to his chest to steady yourself. In the cramped space you had to bend your neck down, kneeling on the base. You could feel the heat from Prager's breath fanning across your face in quick puffs, you must be inches apart.

Prager wasn't doing much better half laying with his legs bent and you straddling his waist. His arms were raised, hands touching the boxes lid. He'd dreamed of having you on top of him but not like this, what kinda prank were they playing!

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, just barely able to make out Prager by the glowing freckles that peppered his exposed skin. There was a lot of exposed skin. You felt the heat pool between your legs, praying that the thin fabric would hold it.

Prager was cursing himself, he'd already been half hard seeing you in the mess hall but this was not helping. Then you'd gone and shifted, half grinding down on him. He prayed you wouldn't shift again no way he could hide his erection if you did.

You panicked feeling your wetness grow. Your hands were against his strong chest but where else could you put them in the tight space. You raised them a second but your weight shifted down again. Your clothed pussy grinding again against Pragers abs. You let out the tiniest moan, feeling something hard twitch against the curve of your ass.

"Fuck" Prager groaned, your scent overwhelming in the tight space. He dropped his hands, in the tight space there was no where for them to go but to your thighs. You jolted a little at the contact, again adding just enough friction to make him groan again.

"You gotta stop moving." Prager begged, his voice sounding rough. He breathed in your sweet scent, his bent head so close to your throat. It smelt so good, he just wanted to breath it in more. Shifting forward ever so slightly he breathed in again, nose just brushing the column of your neck.

You whimpered at the feather light touch, hands gripping into his shoulders. Prager's thoughts felt foggy, distant as he shifted running his face up your neck.

"Prager..." You stuttered out, feeling his hands creep up your thighs to your ass. He nosed behind your ear, his fingers gripping at the soft skin under your shorts. You shuddered out another moan, louder this time. Pragers ears twitched at the sound, drawing him back to his senses. His hands left your skin, head tipping away.

"Y/n..." He began but your hands gripped his face, smashing his lips against your own. His hands gripped you again, kneading with renewed vigor, trailing up and under your shirt. In the tight space you couldn't remove the garment, so you shifted to kissing down his neck. You mewled as he teased your nipple, bucking your hips back against his erection.

Prager growled, the low rumbling sending more heat pooling at your core. His hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he rocked you back against him.

Prager could hardly believe what was happening. In his right mind he should be embarrassed, trying to hold off for a more private moment but he can't. Your kissing him so passionately, so wantonly, who was he to deny you.

Your lips are back on his, fangs tugging his lip, nipping at the plump skin. He moans against your mouth, Prager's tongue darting out to meet your own.

He's still bucking against you, causing delicious friction. You want more, you want to feel him inside you but there's so little room to move. You shift a hand back trying to feel his length, breaking the kiss as you angle yourself.

Prager grits his teeth, your hand reaching down and pumping his cock. He breathes your name out between grunts, leaning up to litter your neck with love bites.

He's so big. Thicker than you'd imagined too but there's not enough room to raise your hips enough to slide down the length. Still you imagine it as your hips grind and your hand works him. How he'd feel against your plush walls. How your tightening core would practically milk him. You begin to whisper these thoughts to Prager and he whimpers.

"Please...please do it." He begs against your skin. His hand trailing down into your shorts. "I'll do anything just make it happen."

His fingers push into you, one, then two, pumping slow, then matching with your strokes.

"I can't." You moan, his thumb pressing up against your clit. He whines, rubbing circles as he mouths at your throat. His teeth graze your pulse, breath shuddering. You feel him twitch in your hand, cumming in his shorts.

His fingers stutter their rhythm, your rocking hips all that still builds you closer to your own peak. Both hands free you grip into his hair, tugging as you ride his hand.

"Promise you will." He breathes against you, fingers finding their rhythm again, thumb building you to your peak.

"I promise, if you make me cum I'll milk you dry myself." You groan, despite himself, Prager feels his cock twitch back to life with the deal. Then your walls are clenching down on him, his name rolling off your lips in a chant of ecstasy.

He continues his motion, slowing as you come down from you high. Both caught between the heavy breathes of the other. So talkative before but now your throat constricts. Unable to talk to the guy who's still knuckle deep inside you.

Prager slips the fingers out and you still, waiting for a response. In the dark you hear his lips part, he sucks his fingers clean, pulling them from his lips with a pop.

"You think we can go another round before they get back?" He asks. You feel his tip hard again, you shift your chest forward pressing against his. You cannot reach between you but you feel it press against your folds, pushing your shorts aside.

You don't answer, you just sink down his length and he moans,

[whxre-bxby]

I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I really need some fluffy smut with Prager. This man is no where to be seen in fanfic. I swear! (Except for you and I dig it ;) So can I please get some fluffy smut with Prager. Lots a praise. Bonus points if they’re a chubby reader or a virgin…or both…hehe. If not, all good! Love your writing! Keep it up! 🩷💫

Thank you! Sorry about excluding the bonus points.

Recom Prager x Recom f. Y/N

Face-Sitting with Prager

Masterlist

(1K request from @blue-bluee )

Summary: Prager can't get Y/N off his mind and his little crush gets noticed by her. It escalates every time they see each other and after a heated workout between the two, Y/N decides to give in to his crush and let him show her what he can do.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, violence, military combat, oral sex f. receiving, oral sex m. receiving, praise kink, sub Prager, begging

Word Count: 6727

Prager and I are finally alone in the gym. I’m waiting for him to explain himself and his weird behaviour, but he’s having a hard time talking. His behaviour started already a while back. 

If you would have asked me a week ago, how my daily life as a recombinant is going I would have honestly said I’m getting bored. Training sessions used to give me adrenaline rushes and they had just now started getting slightly boring. That was of course, until I noticed a pair of lingering eyes on me. 

Whenever I was around, they would rest on me for far too long. The small glances turned into stares and I often caught them. Normally, I would have grimaced or shrugged them off, but the reason for watching seemed different. It wasn’t just finding my body attractive, it seemed deeper and more emotional. I could tell by his reactions. 

Prager knew I would see him staring at me but it was something he would sometimes do without noticing and he couldn’t stop. 

The first time I noticed it was during training. It was always the same stuff over and over again. I was wrestling with Z-Dog, which we did nearly every day. Prager, like many others, stood around the boxing ring and watched as we attempted to pin the other down against the mat. 

I had her beneath me and I held one of her arms outstretched again my chest while my legs straddled her waist to reduce her space of action. 

Even with all the team watching, I could only sense one stare on me and it was to my left. For some reason, I gave it all my attention, leaning away from Z slightly and locking eyes with Prager. I sat still, just watching him the way he watched me. 

He had already been looking at me and I noticed how his eyes nervously flickered between mine. His tail stopped gently swaying behind him and I saw how he faintly gasped when our eyes met.

Before I could examine him any further I got a fist to the face which sent me backwards and off of Zdinarsk. Within seconds she was above me, pinning my wrists against the mat with a smirk which earned a few chuckles from around us. 

“The fuck were you doin’?” she asked me. Her smirk turned into an evil grin when I attempted to pull my arms from her. 

I glance up at Prager again and he looks nervous, but I don’t do the same mistake as last time. Z-Dog tried to follow my gaze and the second she turned her head I struck my knee into her stomach, making her lose her tight grip on my hands and the fight was back on. 

The second time I caught him staring wasn’t during training, where I was almost half naked, for once. It was at dinner. 

Prager was sitting a table away and I was sipping on a new kind of soda which was apparently invented while we were growing in a lab. The straws and the cups were upgraded to our size so we wouldn’t struggle. Anyway, I was listening to Walker lecture Lyle on how to properly dismember a body while drinking the fizzy drink. I had forgotten how we even got to this topic and the rest of my table seemed to have the same problem. But what really perked my attention again was Prager. Without thinking, my eyes shot to him because I felt his stare and we looked each other in the eye again. Except this time, Prager almost flinched when he noticed I caught him and immediately looked down. I watched him pretending to be doing something else for a few more long moments before diverting my attention back to the concerning conversation at my table. 

The first occasion could have been pure coincidence that he was looking at me. Maybe he saw something on me or I could have had something in my hair but the second time really got me thinking. I was starting to try and figure out what was happening and Prager would now occupy my thinking much more than he professionally should. 

From then on, I would find him looking at me countless more times. Usually, he stared at my face but I’ve seen him just stare and daydream while his eyes were locked on my body. This would mostly happen during our briefings with the Colonel where he would give us details about our upcoming mission. 

As time progressed, the small exchanges we had increased so much to the point, where I would look forward to seeing him just so that I could catch him sneaking his looks at me. I don’t know why I was so amused by it but I felt so in control of the situation. 

Things started to escalate but luckily nobody would notice our behaviour. Well, more like Prager’s behaviour. I had a good amount of self-control left whereas he seemed to be at his breaking point every time I entered the room. Once, Lopez did nudge him in the shoulder with his fist when he saw Prager zoned out and staring at me. Yet, he thought nothing of it. 

Two days after the ‘dinner incident’, all the recoms were back in the gym. Often we did our own workouts but the Colonel wanted to strengthen the squad to become one and get to know everyone better, so in his opinion, there is no better way to strengthen the team spirit than to make the team fight itself in a ring. 

Brown had just beaten Ja by tackling him to the ground and delivering a few allowed punches. They always had some sort of competition going on so it was amusing to watch. 

One thing you need to note is that while we were standing around and watching, Prager came over and stood right next to me. His body was slightly intruding on my personal space but I decided to not move away. I leaned against the elastic ropes on the sides, watching the fight with a grin until I felt my tail brush against something. I shrugged it off but then about a minute later it happened again. This time, I turn around and notice that Prager and my tails were entangled and lightly wrapped around each other. I notice him watching my reaction too and I wasn’t sure whether he did it purposefully or by accident. It didn’t really matter because I saw him grow nervous and retreat his tail back to himself. I did the same but when we directed our attention back to the middle, I deliberately caressed the back of his leg with the fuzzy tip of my tail. From the corner of my eye, I saw Prager immediately tense up and I heard his breath hitch before he held it for a good few seconds. 

Ja was leaving the ring, seeming irritated with himself that he lost to his friend. Since Brown won, he could choose his next opponent. I watched his eyes scan the circle and suddenly they met mine. 

He looked at me a little longer than he looked at the others and I raised an eyebrow at him with a smile on my face, challenging him whether he really wanted to make the mistake and pick me. The others followed Brown’s eyes while he grinned, gliding his tongue over his bottom lip before he trapped it between his teeth. 

“Y/N. Let’s go.” he said, standing up and making space for me to go inside. Mansk chuckled and Lyle gave me a motivational slap to the shoulder. 

Next to me, I noticed Prager’s head shoot to me but he didn’t do anything, so I bent down and joined Brown in the ring. 

He was slightly tired from fighting Ja before so I had a small advantage, however, Brown was still stronger than me. One thing I learned in the military as a woman is that it’s definitely not all about strength and muscle mass. If you happen to be fighting someone who thinks that, which Brown does, then you are entitled to win. Strategy is something one must come up with by themselves and Brown didn’t have it. I did. All he had was the reassuring thought that he could lift almost twice the amount I could. But that doesn’t play a role in the ring. 

The second he lunged forward I dodged his attack and pulled him back by his arm. It definitely took him by surprise and messed up his thinking but he wasn’t going to give up. I knew him well enough to know that Brown would fight to the death if he wanted to win badly enough. Luckily he wasn’t allowed to, so I was safe there. 

It didn’t last long until both of us were writhing on the floor. I had kicked his shoulder but it didn’t stop his movements. He grabbed my leg and took advantage of the tiny mistake I made. I went to kick him too soon and he managed to dodge it and now he held it tightly. I was on my back, having a hard time figuring out how to get out of this position.

My other one was free and I pushed his head away with it which seemed to rile him up even more. Within seconds, he had a death grip on both my calves which suddenly found themselves on each of his shoulders. He leaned forward with a smug smirk on his face, trapping me beneath him. 

“Really?” I questioned him, taking note of his cocky behaviour. 

“What? This too much for you?” he joked and I heard a few laughs from behind me. 

Did he expect me to just give up out of embarrassment due to the slightly sexual position we were in? Apparently, he did because when I lunged forward and punched him in the face, he stumbled back in shock. The positions switched rapidly and I now had both my knees on either side of his neck while he groaned. The fall must have knocked the air from his lungs. I was definitely not going to sit down because this position was still rather odd, however, I did lean back and I managed to keep him pinned down long enough to win. 

Once Brown lost, Ja’s laughter filled the room while he held a bloodied tissue to his nose and watched Brown just stay laying on the ground for a few more moments. 

I stood up and waited for him to recover and get up, but instead of thinking about how well I did, Prager was once again on my mind. I had caught a few glimpses of him during the fight and had noticed the way his eyes never left my body. He was especially eyeing the way Brown would hold or touch me and the second I fell back and Brown had me trapped beneath him, Prager’s ears pinned back and his strained tail lifted. 

He did not look happy at all but I had little time to examine him. Once I was on top of Brown, he no longer looked pissed off. In fact, Prager’s cheeks were tainted with a light blush. 

Brown got up and gave me a fist bump before leaving the ring to me. I got to pick who to fight next. And in that moment, I got an idea. My eyes landed on Prager and I evilly grinned at him, watching him grow nervous under my stare. 

“Prager.” I sneered, watching his ears twitch in response to me calling his name up. “You’ve been out too long.”

He stared at me wide-eyed for a while, processing the situation until Lyle moved over and gave him a nudge. Prager hesitantly gets into the ring with me. His eyes stay glued on me while I crack my neck and take my position in one corner. This was going to be interesting. 

“Come on, Prager. Take her down.” Lopez called with a light laugh, making me grin at his unsure expression. If I win too many times in a row I get more points than winning separately. Lopez was close to the top so he couldn’t afford to have me take his spot on the leaderboard. 

Prager was good at this. He had the muscle mass as well as the tactics and strategies. Let’s see if he will use that against me. 

When I attacked I was glad to see he wasn’t going to dodge me. Prager tried to reduce the blow of my actions by catching my arms and letting them go again which not only confused me, but the others too. Each time I hit him he either took it or moved away. He didn’t strike me once and it was starting to piss me off.

“Prager, what are you doin’?” Someone called from outside the ring. He ignored it. 

I pushed him in the chest as hard as I could and he stumbled back a little but stayed standing without properly defending himself. 

“Fight me.” I breathed out, locking eyes with him. I couldn’t properly read his emotions but he didn’t look angry at all. He seemed to be somewhere between nervous and calm and it confused me. 

“What you think I can’t take it?” I scoffed, flattening my ears back daringly and flicking my tail in irritation. 

A wave of panic flowed through Prager. He didn’t think of the possibility that you would interpret his behaviour that way. 

I glared at him now, rolling my shoulder while impatiently waiting for him to do something. 

“Fight me!” I almost shouted this time and he seemed to be considering it. I couldn’t be bothered to wait for his answer so I lunged forward, throwing myself against his middle and bringing him to the ground.

Finally, he stopped his nonsense and I felt his arms on me, pushing me away. A small laugh escaped my lips as I grinned at him. He looked uncertain.

I fell back but quickly got up, attacking him again. He got a fist to the face and I got a knee in the ribs but despite the violent actions, he was using an absolute minimal amount of force against me. Why he didn’t want to hurt me was a mystery to me. 

It went on like this for a few more minutes. Me not giving up attacking him until finally, he started to fail in his defence. 

I kicked in the back of his knee and he was down on the floor in seconds. The anger I felt from him not trying gave me enough adrenaline to continue to fight him like I didn’t just go another round before. 

I stood above him, about to kick him down but he caught my leg and I lost my balance. He lay with his back half on the ground and I landed over his waist. I saw him reach for me but his arm was kicked away by my free leg. 

He tried getting up and I put my weight on his shoulder to prevent him from standing. Prager managed to sit up with me on his shoulder which surprised me but the next punch I delivered had him falling back. 

Prager was laying flat on the ground with his back pressing against the soft flooring of the ring. Once again I found myself in the unfortunate position of having my legs on either side of his head this time. 

He looked up at me and stopped fighting. I couldn’t care for what odd arrangement our bodies were in, I wanted to beat him. So I leaned back, pinning him down by his middle while resting my weight on his chest. My knees stayed fixed on the floor where they were. 

I was about to win when I noticed something. Prager was blushing. Not even to a normal extent. His cheeks were burning up. When I elbowed him in his side he whimpered, just loud enough for me to hear and my ears perked up. As I leaned back, I saw a small bulge forming in his pants and immediately put two and two together. Prager must have been getting a kick out of this. 

My eyes shot back to his face and he gave me a pleading look. I realised no one has noticed yet because all the recoms were talking about why Prager wasn’t fighting properly. 

So, for whatever reason on Pandora, I decided to spare him some embarrassment. I knew he was into me but we didn’t need the rest of the team knowing. 

Quickly, I lifted my weight off him and my hand grabbed his queue from behind his head. I forced him to turn around on his stomach and I sat on his back, holding him down while forcing his face against the ground. He didn’t move again and I managed to hold him down long enough to win again. A few of his closest friends laughed at him as I got off the ground, but Prager stayed laying there. 

“Alright, that’s it for today. Pack it up.” Quaritch said, getting up from a weight bench and throwing a towel over his shoulder. I looked at him and he gave me an approving nod for managing to beat both Brown and Prager before walking out. 

Luck must have been on Prager’s side because this was the last match. Meaning, people would leave before anyone noticed what he was struggling with. Prager got up as everyone started to leave but he bent over to fumble with the leg opening hem of his cargo pants. No one could see anything that way. I took my towel from the ring, drying my forehead from sweat after assuring a few others I’ll come after them. It amazed me how nobody had suspected anything happening and within a minute, the gym was empty. Just Prager and I were in it. 

That’s how we ended up alone in this gym.

I sigh, leaning against the elastic sides and tiredly watching him. He feels my stare and looks up before seeming to feel intimidated and nervously looking away. His reaction makes me chuckle. 

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” I ask him, sipping water from my bottle. 

“Uh-” he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. Prager chooses not to reply. If he doesn’t want to talk there are definitely better ways of making him confess. 

“You need to work on your attacks.” I grin, knowing very well he’s good at it, he was just holding back today. Prager nevertheless doesn’t say anything. His cheeks are still red. 

If I’m going to get him to confess, I know I’ll have to force it out of him. To achieve that, he needs to be distracted. Maybe showing more skin will do the trick. 

“You’re going to fight me properly now. Without all the previous bullshit.” I say, turning away from him and peeling my tank top over my head. My leggings join the top on the ground in seconds. 

I turn around to face him and Prager is respectfully looking away. His ears and entire body look tense.

“Come on.” I say and his eyes land on mine. He doesn’t dare to let his gaze falter and land on my body. 

“What are you doin’?” he asks, not taking his eyes off of me. His voice is strained too, trying to sound confident.

“It’s hot in here.” I smile up at him and he just stares. 

“What? You don’t feel warm?” 

My hand rests on his abs and I trail it down before tugging at the hem of his shirt to tease him. Prager shivers under my touch which makes me grin again. 

“No-” he pushes the words out as if he were running low on air. 

“Really? What’s this then?” I ask, letting my fingertip hook itself under the waistband of his pants, pulling it an inch away before letting the cloth snap back against his skin, making him flinch lightly. I gestured to his erection which was starting to strain against the fabric of his pants. 

He looked down at the ground with flattened back ears in shame. 

Finally, I come up with a good way to get him to break. 

“Prager, if you properly fight me now then I might consider helping you with your problem.” 

His eyes go wide while I playfully smirk up at him. Taking a few steps back to get into position, I raise an eyebrow to question whether he accepts the challenge. Prager slowly does the same, crouching down. 

His sudden eagerness amuses me. “Aw, you need it that badly?” I tease. 

“It was your idea.” he replies calmly. But his tail betrays him by excitedly swaying behind him. 

“Yeah, but I can also walk away now.”

“No-” he quickly replies, almost interrupting me which makes me scoff. He must realise how desperate he sounded.

“Just count down.” 

I decide to let it slide and count down. Prager doesn’t take his eyes off of me for even a second and once we pounce at each other, he’s on me in moments. I refuse to make it easy for him so he doesn’t manage to tackle me straight away. But soon enough, Prager has me pinned down in a way that restricts all my movements. 

“That good enough for you?” he asks, holding my arm behind my back uncomfortably. 

My own ears are now pinned back. 

“Yeah, but we’re not done yet.” I say, sneering over my shoulder. He lets me go which he shouldn’t have and in the next second I have him pressed face down in the mat again and his arm is in a tight twist. 

“Does this shit turn you on?” I grin, twisting his arm a little more until I hear him whine in pain. 

“Come on Prager, use your pretty mouth. What is it you want, huh?” I tease, leaning down to seductively speak the words into his ear. 

Taunting him was fun to me. Especially because he was so desperate. Prager was bigger than me and could easily overpower me if he wanted to but it seems that he prefers it being the other way around. Such a big recom being so whipped was something new to me.

His eyes close for a mere second. “You- please. I want you Y/N.” he stammers out, groaning in pain after finishing his sentence. 

Prager’s words take me by surprise. He sounded so needy, his words twisted my stomach in excitement and went straight to my core. 

I’m in deep thought which Prager seems to notice because my tight grip on his arm must have loosened. Being reminded of the possible prize he can receive as an outcome of wrestling me down, Prager removes his arm completely from my hold. His body swiftly turns around and his hands grab my shoulder, pushing me off of him and pressing me against the ground. Prager hooks his arm under my left leg, pressing it up all the way against my chest to eliminate the chances of me getting up before holding down my arm with his free hand. He is hovering over me and I can see in the fire of his eyes how worked up and eager he is. His heavy breathing allows me to see his fangs.

“Didn’t like being a bottom?” I question him with a grin. I had every intention of making him feel dirty and nervous. His tipped-back ears perk forwards as he hears my words and his heavy breaths suddenly become very uneven. 

“You said I need to fight you to get what I want.” Prager answered out of breath, managing to avoid the question. I chuckle beneath him. 

“That was good.” I say, smiling to myself. “You’re good at listening, huh?”

He doesn’t say anything but his eyes light up. 

“What if I told you to let me go?” I say, watching him think about my question. 

Prager wasn’t sure whether you asked him a trick question. If he didn’t listen you would either be disappointed he wasn’t being good or happy he wasn’t backing down from the fight. If he did listen, you could be happy he is being good or disappointed he isn’t sticking to the rules of the ring. If one were in hand-to-hand combat and you’d ask the enemy to let you go, they wouldn’t either. 

But Prager wanted to be good for you. So good. He wanted to be the best person for you and please you however you wanted. At this point, he was so flustered and riled up he couldn’t be bothered to think about his ego and feel embarrassed. So he let you go, moving back to sit on his knees while you lay beneath him. 

This situation would have worked out for him either way. I would have praised him for not letting me influence his will to win but I’m also pleased that I have him wrapped around my finger this way. 

Of course, I can’t let this end so quickly, so I get up, tripping him so that he loses his balance. Once he does, Prager is back on the ground and he groans when the back of his head hits the mat for the countless time today. 

He lifts his legs in an attempt to hold me back but they just nudge me forward and for the third time today, which honestly blows my mind, my legs are on either side of a head today. 

Prager opens his previously squeezed closed eyes in pain and is met with a sight that had his mouth watering again, just like it did before. He wanted to sit up to regain control of the fight but quite frankly, the last thing he wanted to do was move you away right now.

I didn’t think much of it. Before, this position made him give up so I assumed he wouldn’t move anymore. That’s why I diverted my attention to fixing my hair from today’s training session while staying hovering above him. I had gotten so distracted by Prager that I completely forgot I was fighting him this whole time in just my underwear. That would definitely ensure he wouldn’t move, so I can take time with my hair now, retying loose strands of it back into the braid. 

I finish taming my hair and I run my hand over my queue one time before I prepare myself to move off of him. Prager was still for too long, he had lost again. 

Just as I wanted to plant my hands on the ground to move off of him I feel his hands snake around each of my thighs. Immediately I halt my movements and stare down at him with wide eyes. 

This time, he isn’t looking at me. Prager is staring at my thinly covered pussy as if he were enchanted by a spell. His pupils dilated, almost leaving no space for the colour of his irises to show. I also noticed that his lips were slightly parted and only now realised that I could feel his heavy breaths fan against my core. 

“Prager?” I ask, regretting how squeaky my voice sounded. 

His eyes tear themselves from my slowly soaking panties and they beam up at me. 

“Why do you want this so badly?” I question again, feeling curious to know why he’s so weak for me.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot…” he whispers, letting his eyes just drink all of me in. It seems he’s become so turned on he can’t keep his eyes fixed on mine anymore. 

“I wanna make you feel good. Please-” he begs me, gently tugging at my thighs. I gasp lightly, realising he wants this more than me helping him with his hard-on. 

“Tell me how.” I breathe out, starting to feel aroused by him. 

“Let me taste you. Y/N please.” he whines, slightly tightening his grip on my thighs. “Sit on my face.” 

My cheeks are starting to burn up whereas he is already completely flustered. 

I wasn’t sure with myself whether this was the right thing to do. I’d also never done this with anyone but he was asking so nicely and I just happened to really be enjoying this. I couldn’t say no. 

My mind was fuzzy with arousal, clouding up my common sense. 

Even though it was late and no recom would use the gym anymore, there was still a chance of someone walking in. 

But as I said, my thinking is blurred so I decide to give in to my feelings. Prager’s begging eyes widened and his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as I slowly lowered myself down on him. I still had my panties on but it didn’t because I was testing the waters. 

My lips parted in a soft gasp when he guided me down with his strong hands and lightly lifted his head so that his nose was now pressed against my clothed heat. 

I bit down on my bottom lip and my eyes fluttered closed at the oddly pleasant feeling. Prager gently tugged me further down. His head was resting against the ground again and I felt him nuzzle his face into my clothed core which sent a shiver down my spine. I sighed in pleasure and he heard it. The noise made his desperation grow. 

“Please, Y/N. Can I?” he asked breathily, mumbling the words against the skin of my bare thigh. 

I watch him for a few moments before my fingers slowly fumble with the fabric of my underwear and I carefully move it to the side. My eyes are glued on Prager’s face, carefully watching his reactions in fear of some sort of rejection but Prager looks like he’s in love. I’ve never seen a man so pussy whipped before. 

I feel my core pulsing in anticipation of his touch and his lustful eyes just increase my excitement. 

“Fuck…” he whispers, swallowing nervously. Before I can say anything or even do anything, Prager slips his tongue out from between his wet lips and I feel him lick a stripe over my slick folds. He waits a few seconds before doing it again, and then again. With each swipe at my pussy, Prager grows more confident and uses more strength in his tongue. 

My mouth is hanging open as I watch him with wide eyes. It feels so unbelievably good. 

Prager hums against my hot skin approvingly, sending soft vibrations through me. My hands fall behind me and I rest them on his toned chest, curling my fingers against the material of his tight shirt. 

Suddenly, his tongue starts to circle my clit and I whimper in pleasure, throwing my head back for a second.

Every noise Prager gets is what he had been longing to hear for the past weeks. A reminder that he’s making you feel good is enough to get him off. 

His fingers dig into the plush flesh of my thighs and his tongue works harder. He’s starting to use his entire mouth to eat me out and it has my eyes rolling back. 

“Shit- Prager…” I moan, leaning forwards and running my fingers over his bandana and through his thick hair. He groans against me again, pulling me further down against him. Prager constantly switches from sucking my clit to swiping the strong tip of his tongue through my folds. My hips start to rock against his face which makes his tail thud against the ground repeatedly in happiness. Hearing his name has his stomach clenching in excitement and he wants nothing more but to make you cum on his face. 

I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm, but then I realise that he had been the one with the aroused problem the entire time, not me. I knew he wanted to please me but he was doing so well, I wanted to reward him in some way. 

Prager continues to eagerly lap at my wet pussy while tightly holding my trembling thighs in a reassuring way. 

“Prager-” I say, trying to sit up but his grip has me struggling. 

Prager doesn’t think much of it when you try to pull away. Maybe you’re overstimulated which would be an achievement for him.

“Prager, stop.” I manage to force out, looking down at him now. 

Immediately, Pragers halts his actions and his previously lust-filled half-lidded eyes shot up and met mine. His ears lightly tipped back, in dread of him doing something wrong. I felt his hands completely loosen around my thighs. 

“Let me make you feel good too.” I breathily say, while my chest heaves. Desperately, I try to calm my heavy breathing. 

“Please, stay like this. I want you-” 

“You’ve been so good, baby.” I whisper, running my fingers over his hand. “You deserve a reward.” 

His ears twitch forwards and his eyes brighten at the praise. Prager can’t compete with that, so he lets his hands slip from your thighs and lets you move away. Even though his erection has become painfully hard, he would much rather focus on you. 

I turn around, facing his lower half and my hands start to unbuckle his belt. Prager moves up and leans against his forearms to watch my actions. 

“Is this okay?” I ask, waiting for his permission before I unzip his pants. He hesitates a little before nodding. 

“I need to hear you say it.” 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” he breathes out. 

“Only fine?” I tease him with a soft chuckle. 

“I want you to cum on my face.” Prager whines out. 

His ears droop to the sides and he looks like a begging kitty. You notice his eyes have become glossy with tears as feelings of desperation to pleasure you have taken over his body. He really wants nothing more.

“Beg for it.” I say, feeling surprised by my choice of words. But he doesn’t waste a second. Soft pleas and whimpers spill from him as he frantically tries to express how much he wants it. I watch him intently before not being able to resist it anymore. 

“Good boy…” I coo, leaning forward to his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek. His flustered face once again is tainted with a blush as his clouded eyes stare deep into mine. I notice him slowly leaning in, as if he were asking for permission to kiss me. Who am I to deny him of that?

I press my lips against his and we passionately make out for a minute before I pull away and he lays down on the ground again. The taste of myself transferred from his watering mouth to mine.

I moved my leg over his head again but this time I was facing the other way. Prager didn’t seem to mind at all. His hands grabbed onto my thighs once again and he pulled me straight back down on him. 

I exhale shakily as pleasure starts to flood my body once again. This time, I want him to feel it too, so I lean over his body while he holds my hips in place. My fingers find the zipper of his pants and I quickly open it before pushing them down just enough to reveal his throbbing erection. 

I gasp when I see him. Never would I have expected Na’vi dicks to be so big. God, it looked so mesmerising and good. The tip was leaking precum which was slowly rolling down the side of his cock and my own mouth started to water at the sight. 

Without wasting time, I wrap my hand around him, forming a fist and I hear him groan against me in pleasure. I start to stroke him, smearing the precum all over him and I can see how the muscles of his thighs and abdomen flex. 

“Fuck, you’re such a pretty boy…” I mumble to him and I can tell he hears it when the rhythmic movements of his skilled tongue falter for a second. Prager also pushes his hips off the ground, desperately trying to feel more friction. 

I listen to his body, leaning my head down and sloppily starting to lick his shaft from base to tip. I can hear his muffled whimper which just spurs me on to continue. 

With all the pleasure he is receiving, Prager wants to increase yours so once he feels your hot lips wrap around his tip, he circles your entrance with his tongue before pushing it in as far as possible. 

I gasp, squeezing my eyes closed before continuing to suck on his tip. 

Soon we’re both moaning messes, trying to please the other more while relishing in the blissful feeling. 

I feel my orgasm approach and feeling his cock twitch in my mouth makes me believe he is close too. 

Suddenly, Prager tightens his grip on my thighs even more, holding me down while absolutely burying his face in my cunt. His nose is now pressing against my entrance while his mouth relentlessly sucks on my clit. 

I whine, which is followed by his name being moaned. My thighs clench around his head as I feel it near. 

“Prager- fuck. ‘M so close.” 

He doesn’t need to reply, he just keeps doing what he’s doing and within seconds, I’m coming undone. My hips grind down against him in desperate attempts to prolong my orgasm for as long as possible. 

Once I start coming down and my eyes open, I resume swallowing down his cock while he gently cleans me up. 

Since we’re both Avatars, I’m able to take all of him down my throat. My nose presses down against the skin of his base and I bob my head up and down him. 

He’s cursing under me, digging his nails into my flesh and I swallow around him to make my throat feel tighter while desperately holding back gags. 

“Shit-” he groans and his hips stutter, lightly thrusting up to match my movements before I feel his cum shoot down my throat. Out of reflex, I start swallowing it, squeezing more out of him with each gulp of my throat. Once it seems I have milked him of all his cum, Prager’s body slumps against the floor. His previously strained limbs and body now relax against the floor. 

Slowly I get off of him and watch how he recovers from the euphoria. 

I sit down next to him, flinching as my pussy comes in contact with my heel. It was still throbbing. Deciding to take care of him, I pull my panties back over my crotch before paying attention to him, gently tucking him back into his pants. 

When I’m done, Prager lifts himself from the ground, now sitting in front of me and staring into my eyes with his tired ones once again. 

“Thank you…” he whispers and I smile to myself. 

“You don’t have to thank me. You did most of the work.” I giggle, gently nudging his shoulder. 

“It’s more than I could ask for.” he says, softly gazing at me. 

“Either way, you did a really good job.” I say, lightly tapping his cheek in praise. To my surprise, Prager pulls me to him and our lips interlock once again in a much gentler kiss. 

“Was this the only time we’d do this?” he asks, and I see a small spark of hope in his eyes. 

“Depends on...” I say, slowly getting up. His head raises and he watches me pick up my clothes and water bottle with sad floppy ears. 

“...whether you want to join me in the showers or not.”

A smile returns to my face as I watch his face once again light up. He was so cute. Within seconds, Prager is on his feet and he gets out of the ring before stretching out his hands to help me climb out. The small gesture makes my heart warm up and flutter. 

“Damn, what a gentleman.” I say with a giggle as we walk to the shared showers. 

“For you, always.” he smiles, carrying my things for me. 

How had I not been interested in Prager sooner? He was such a sweetheart. 

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