#recombinant reader

[puddle-nerd]

Our Little Family

Summary: The three of you were anticipating the birth of the newest member of the Rongloa family, though you might just have to reassure Spider just a bit.

Prompt #14 for my final submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Recombinant Reader, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Na’vi & Human Interactions, Pregnancy, Childbirth, Fluff and Angst, Spider is worried about the new baby, Spider needs a hug

Author’s Note: Originally, when I had first written this, I made it about Lo’ak’s future progeny with the reader but having to have some of these prompts be re-written after having my portable hard drive smashed during my move, well, Tsu’tey was determined to get more love this holiday season when I sat down to re-writes so we now have a part 3 for our Tsu’tey/Reader pairing for 14 Days of Love. This part’s not as explicit as the last chapter (Eternity) but it does involve details about Na’vi pregnancy, and it is my take on one of the deleted scenes we could have gotten from ATWOW had it not gotten cut. And since we only have the scripts to go off of, I got a little creative.

Na’vi Translation: Kuru – neural queue Muntxatan – husband | male spouse Nga yawne lu oer, oeyä’itan – You are beloved to me (I love you), my son Sa’nu – mum | mom | mommy Sempu – dad | daddy Syor – relax Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues

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Part 2

A nearly six-year-old Spider nestled himself into your side and kissed the side of your rounded belly tenderly, beaming up at you as you gently ran your blue fingers through his short braids that he had insisted on having to look like his adopted father, red beads, and all. (Tsu’tey had remained stoic when Spider had initially asked for his long blonde curls to be braided until the Na’vi male had had his son in his lap and then you had noticed a telltale wetness in the corner of one of his golden eyes as he carefully, gently, braided his human son’s blonde locks to match his own.) Your little family had settled into a routine after you and Tsu’tey had been married, Spider sleeping in the shack you and your muntxatan had had built to keep him close to you both. The three of you all ate in there as well as you would have your meals as a family should and you did not want Spider to suffer when the Pandoran air was toxic to him. The metal cabin was situated just outside your and Tsu’tey’s wooden kelku so that there would be no more middle of the night comm calls and rampaging through the forests if Spider was having a really bad nightmare or suddenly fell ill. Or that one very small period of time where he might have wet the bed once or twice. Now, you both could get to your human son in a matter of seconds if he needed you during eclipse. Especially as you had made the permanent switch to your Avatar body just a fortnight before the official wedding.

You enjoyed these moments you had, when it was just you and your little boy; you cherished them very much. You knew it would come to an end too quick and there would come a time when he wouldn’t want to do this as much if at all anymore, so you pulled him tighter against your body and sighed in contentment, until a small cramp made you wince.

“Sa’nu?” Spider suddenly whispered, and by his tone, you knew he wanted to ask a question, one he wasn’t sure you or he would like the answer to.

You looked down at your boy with a warm and loving smile upon your sapphire-colored lips and took a quick breath of air from the little mask hanging around your neck while you cuddled with your son within his oxygen-rich shack. “~Yeah, baby?~” you asked in English as you were a bilingual family and were determined to make sure your son understood both languages. And, you had been playing around with the idea that when your son got a little older, you wanted him to maybe start learning Portuguese in order to honor his birth mother – Paz Socorro’s – heritage, the same way you all made sure to continue to honor Sylwanin’s memory. “~What’s up, buttercup?~”

The five-year-old (almost six, he’d remind you as his birthday drew closer (it was currently forty-three days away and counting)) smiled slightly at the nickname you had given him because of his blonde hair before the grin disappeared once more, his brows creasing somewhat as he pondered how to ask. He spoke in the Na’vi language in response, asking, “When the baby comes… will you love it more than me? Because the baby will be your real child.”

You immediately stiffened, your whip-like tail lashing out in a surge of surprised rage at that innocent query and snapped your head down to look at him so abruptly you might have given yourself whiplash had you still been in your human body. “Miles te Socorro-Rongloa Tsu’tey’itan, why ~the hell~would you ask such a thing?!” You easily manhandled him into your palms, gripping his bare torso and easily holding his small body up in front of you so you could hold him up to eye-level and continue this conversation face to face. “You are most certainly my son! You are most certainly your father’s son! I might not have given birth to you in this body or my human one that I left behind, but you are and always will be ours! Do you not remember the official adoption ceremony we performed in front of the whole clan on your fifth birthday? You are ours by blood!” You referred to the small scar on the palm of his hand that had been placed there by Mo’at before she cut both yours and Tsu’tey’s palms to perform the rite that would officially make Spider theirs in the eyes of the People. Ignoring another cramp, you demanded, “Now, who ~the hell~ put such a terrible thought inside your head?!”

By the way that Spider wouldn’t meet your gaze and the way he fidgeted with the beaded bracelet he had woven for you, you immediately put two and two together and realized he had been eavesdropping on Neytiri or Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father’s acidic words against all Sky People. Again.

You would have words with either of them one day about their attitude. And while you realized they had reason to hate most Sky People like Spider’s biological parents, your son was not one of them!

“Sa’nu, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad,” Spider immediately pleaded, brown eyes tearing up.

You immediately pulled the boy close, murmuring words of love and reassurance that you were not angry with him, that you loved him unconditionally, and that everything would be alright. With practiced ease, he spread his little legs, his loincloth folding beneath him as he rested his bottom on the top curve of your pregnant belly and you hugged him tight, smothering him in kisses. You were noisily kissing his jaw, his cheek, his forehead, his scalp when the airlock beeped. You didn’t stop laying smooches on the boy as your mate ducked his head as he entered the shack and spotted his family upon the couch. He raised a hairless brow, the corner of his mouth lifting at your overenthusiastic display of affection.

“Your son needs some sempu-love, right now,” you declared just as Spider noticed his father, your face immediately turning into a scowl above the blonde head of beaded braids. “Someone has been putting a nasty bug into his ear that we will love the baby more than him because it will be our ‘real’ baby, Tey.”

The unvoiced threat was clear in your voice.

Tsu’tey plucked Spider up and off of you and tucked the child against his chest and immediately rubbed his cheek all over Spider’s scalp, scenting his son as he sometimes did with you. “What nonsense,” he muttered softly, coming to sit upon the couch beside you, careful of his tail and yours. “You might not remember this as you were about a year and a half old – just after the Great War and before your sa’nu and I were officially courting. Well, someone decided to put one of my braids within his mouth.” You immediately cackled, your happy mood beginning to get restored as you remembered this particular scene. Your muntxatan shot you a look but continued with the story. “And this little boy ate two of my beads.” You snorted, remembering the absolute terror Tsu’tey had experienced, thinking Spider would choke and die

Years afterwards, it was at least a little funny.

Back then, you had been just as frightened for his health.

“Your sempu commanded the scientists to perform an internal exam to make sure you wouldn’t be hurt,” you added, laying your cheek upon Tsu’tey’s shoulder and pulling at a loose thread on Spider’s loincloth. “Luckily, the beads were small enough that you were only a little uncomfortable until you pooped them out.”

You suddenly winced again, as you felt another cramp within your middle, causing your face to twist in discomfort.

“Sa’nu? Are you alright?” Spider asked. You tried to smile in reassurance but another cramp, even harsher than the one before made itself known and you groaned slightly, shifting in discomfort. Your mate frowned at you for a moment before his golden eyes widened and he sat up straight with a widening smile upon his features as you continued to scowl in pain. “Sempu?”

“Your mother will be alright in a little bit,” Tsu’tey declared, “but first, your sibling is coming.” He pressed his comm microphone button and called out, “Suli, do you hear me?”

“~Yeah, brother, what’s up~?” Jake’s voice came back half a minute later, his use of English a surprise as he had been dedicated to speaking the Na’vi language more and more.

With a proud grin upon his lips, Tsu’tey declared, “Spider’s younger sibling has decided to arrive. We need you to watch our eldest, please, while we make our way to the birthing pools.” There was a rude English curse on the other end of the comm unit before Jake agreed and said he would meet the three of them on their way to deliver the baby and that Neytiri was going to grab her mother. With a word of thanks, Spider was placed upon the ground and your muntxatan helped you to your feet, his eagerness and nervousness palpable within the air, his tail flicking back and forth swiftly.

Waddling out of the shack after securing Spider’s mask to his face, Tsu’tey guided you through the village towards the pools where you would deliver your baby’s chrysalis under the guidance of Mo’at, everyone recognizing the pinched look of pain upon your features and offering their congratulations.

Jake and Neytiri met you when you almost arrived, his mother-in-law in tow, the two Sullys looking both harried and excited for the upcoming birth while Mo’at was as calm and collected as she always did. “~C’mere, kid,~” Jake called, scooping up the human child while the baby sling on both his front and his back were laden with wide eyed toddlers, Neytiri’s sling pressing her infant baby to her chest. “You are going to be with us while your mother gives birth to your new sibling – or at least the chrysalis.”

“~I’ll see ya soon, baby boy~,” you told your son in English before reminding him in the Na’vi language once more, “Nga yawne lu oer, oeyä’itan. Understand?”

The little boy nodded and watched as your mate and Mo’at helped you away.

The water was warm upon your skin after your mate helped you out of your clothing before lowering you to sit upon his lap within the spring. Mo’at hummed a song-like prayer to Eywa as you groaned once more, hovering her fingers over the large curve of your belly. Tsu’tey took his kuru and made tsaheylu intertwining the pink tendrils of both black braids together so he could take some of your pain from you. You groaned as a sharper cramp hit you and you reached back, intertwined your fingers with your mate’s. Mo’at helped to ease your legs apart and began to sing her prayer a little louder while Tsu’tey rubbed his cheek against your own in a show of love and an offering of his strength for you. You smiled up at your mate as best as you could and tried to even out your breathing as a wave of pain washed over your senses and made you groan out loud.

“That is it, child. It is time to start pushing,” Mo’at hummed, her fingers still hovering over your belly. “Tsu’tey, help her up into a crouch. It will help ease her pain a little more.”

Your mate did as he had been instructed and he supported your body as you felt the need to push. “Oh, it hurts, Tey,” you whined, clinging to him as you felt your body trying to expel your baby’s chrysalis naturally. He grunted as he felt your pain coming through the bond but grit his teeth and continued to support your weight while you began to push, feeling the imago containing your fetus starting to ease towards your lower slit. He held you as you cried out and worked your inner muscles to force your unborn babe out of your body, the golden cocoon slowly but surely inching its way from your body while your mate took your pain as best as he could and Mo’at prayed to Eywa while making sure you didn’t run into any issues. “I think I want to wait to have another one,” you whined through gritted teeth as you pushed once more and felt your baby finally slide free of your body and into the water below.

Tsu’tey helped to ease you back down into the water and onto his lap. Mo’at gently scooped up the chrysalis and pulled the embryotic chord free of your body along with the afterbirth.

The older woman whispered, “Behold, your baby…” You and your muntxatan gazed upon the amber cocoon containing your unborn child in awe. She presented the fetus to the pair of you, murmuring, “One of you must make Tsaheylu now, to feed and nourish your baby in the last cycle before its birth.” Tsutey and you unconnected your kurus and he carefully took your braid and attached the pink tendrils to your baby’s embryotic chord, the fetus twitching within its casing for a moment before settling once again. You cooed, feeling yourself connecting with your child before glancing up at Tsu’tey to see tears trickling from his own eyes. “~Look at what we did, baby~,” you commented, feeling tears dribbling down your own cheeks. Later that night, when you were able to be brought back to your kelku and your son was brought back to your side, you hugged him tight, kissing his scalp as he beheld his baby sibling. “Is it a boy or a girl?” Spider asked, peering closely at the golden chrysalis. Tsu’tey shrugged and cuddled into his son’s back, replying, “We will find out in a couple of moon cycles when your sibling is ready to break free of this shell. Until then, you will have us to yourself for just a little while longer.”

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Originally Posted: 14 February 2024 Word Count: 2,342

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Part 2

[7s3ven]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[neteyamyawne]

🎀 — Cockwarming

༄ Pairing : Miles Quaritch x Fem!Scientist!reader

༄ Summary : You have always the colonel's personal plaything, His little slut, and when he says has a phone call in the midst of fucking you into oblivion, he makes sure to have his cock nice and warm till the call ends.

༄ Warning : semi-public sex? Cockwarming, PinV, Daddy/babygirl dynamic, age gap, explicit.

༄ Word count : 1k proof read.

༄ Note : Y'all I'm so down bad for him, like omg! And I'm sorry so SUCH a late update, but life's been giving me like a ton of lemons and I don't have enough time to make lemonade but I'm trying, I'm getting into writing again (in between my exams, i know I'm crazy) all my pending fics will come!!

It was usual wednesday afternoon, head bent down on your desk with a new plant specimen that Daniel, the department head, needed an detailed report on, which meant EVERY detail was meant to be written, rushing from one station to another as you collected information diligently as the afternoon slipped late and so did an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise but he was quick to place a hand on your mouth to stop it as he bent down and chuckled near your ear.

“Wacha doing, cupcake?” he grumbled against your neck, pressing a few kisses and a few nips to your cheek and ear, not giving you enough time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you out of the laboratory like a potato sack while you angrily protested, hitting him with your fists “Put me down, you tall smurf, I have work!!”

He raised his eyebrow at your nickname and smacked your ass making you squeak in embarrassment “What did you call me, cupcake?” his tone was low enough to give you your needed warning about what was to come but you couldn't help but whine

“I’m working, sir, Daniel would kill me if i don’t complete it soon!” you were slightly exaggerating it but who cares when you were with the colonel himself? He just chuckled at your complaints and walked around the lab to get out without hitting anything “where’s this Daniel guy-” he didn’t have to wait as Daniel himself came grumbling to your desk as he held a file in his hand “Y/n, how many time have I to- told….”

He trailed off as he Quaritch with you on his shoulder, ass up “puny, do you mind if i borrow one of your scientist for a while” his voice dared Daniel to say no, but the nosy scientist knew better as he immediately nodded to the secOps colonel “Of course, of course! she’s… all yours” he said with clear disdain written on his face, of course he couldn’t have you under his thumb for a long while now.

Miles was more than happy as he carried you back to his quarters while your embarrassed face stayed hidden in his muscular back, other passerbyers were not surprised at the scene, being used to it by now, it was a weekly occurrence if not daily and he took nothing but pride in the fact that others were watching, he didn’t give a fuck.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

You knew what was coming and you fucking enjoyed the thorough drilling he gave you, his sweet cupcake who could do no wrong, his hand on your bare back, guiding your wet pussy on his cock like a wet glove, ass smacking into his skin with rhythmic slaps, your gasps muffled by his huge hand covering your saliva coated mouth.

"just like that cupcake... Such a sweet little whore for me, ay? Letting daddy fuck your brains out" He growls in your ear as he fists your hair, gripping it tightly to send that delirious shiver down your spine, your messed up moans were incoherent to understand as he picks you up and flips you over like a rag doll before pulling out, laying down on his back after he pulls you on top of him, making you sink down on him again without any mercy.

Your whimpers were unheard of by him as Miles only gave you a few minutes before he was pistoning his hips back up into your dripping cunt, making your tits bounce almost pornographically, a string of slurs escaped your mouth as he coached your body to bounce on his cock "Fuck! Daddy... Thrust... S- shit"

He just smirked at your angelic voice, tired from the relentless rounds until a holographic square appeared on the bedside table, vibration loudly as bold letters showed who called "General Ardmore" bright on the screen

It was quiet for a minute as he stopped, placing you down, cock still snug in your warmth, both of you quiet for a while before he spoke "Keep your mouth shut for me okay? Don't want her to hear you, hmm?" He whispered before he sat up, an unwilling groan wisping through your lips until you shut up when met with his glare as he picked up the call and placed it on his ear.

General Ardmore spoke from the other side while he specifically shifted to torment your already overstimulated hole, nudging back and forth and watch as you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, his other hand gently caressing your waist, sharp eyes following your shaking legs to the point of connection of your bodies.

He purposely placed the call on the speaker, making you listen to her points about the new mission but all you see and hear were his smirk and quiet chuckles as he kept you impaled on himself, the call was long and agonizing, having you as his Cockwarmer while chatting with her like he wasn't engaged in something much more serious

As he talked to her about the details when he moved up inside you and you squealed suddenly and he stopped, Ardmore stopped "Colonel, is someone there with you?" He scrutinized you heavily and you couldn't help but squirm under his gaze "No, General must be some wild animal outside" he covered up for you as he covered your mouth.

He spoke and nodded to the general's words, keeping your mouth shut and fucking you silently "understood, General, I'd work on it" he said gruffly before ending the call the threw the phone on the mattress before he saw your tear-stained face and rolled his eyes "you sneaky slut, can't keep your mouth shut can you? Then show daddy how loudly you can scream my name" he smiled maliciously before flipping you over with his hand snaking to your throat.

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[barleyo]

Hybrid.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back from hiatus, sorry, I've been gone for so long. I got this idea while listening to one of my favorite nsfw asmr creators (feelgoodfilth, please go check him out y’all). Love you all, thanks for reading!

Tags: breeding kink, medical fetish, p in v, handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies

Wordcount: 1.7K

“Colonel Quaritch?”

“Hm, yeah?”

The woman walked into the small waiting room, taking only a few steps while clutching a clipboard to her chest. 

“I’m ready to run your tests. Would you follow me to the back office?” Her lips pressed into an awkward line, the pissed look on Quaritch’s face telling her that he wasn’t in the mood for a smile.

He stood up, head leaning down uncomfortably in the room. The ceilings got a bit higher when they turned the corner to her office, allowing him to reach closer to his full height. An examining table sat in the middle of the office, and an overhead light stood above it.

“Do I–?” Miles’ hand loosely pointed over to the table.

“Oh, yes, please. Careful of the light, Colonel.” The woman took her seat on a spinning chair, scooting it toward the table with her wheels. “Careful– careful now,” she said, holding her arms out as he roughly sat on the table, trying to protect his large body, as if catching him would have done any good. 

He snorted, lip pulling into a bored, fixed snarl. “Yeah, so sorry, miss,” he said, voice anything but apologetic. 

She gave a small nod, eyeing her papers clipped to her board, scanning over them quickly. 

“Ah– no matter. So, Colonel Quaritch, I have to run a few simple tests and check-ups before we start the extraction process. Please, hold still.”

Extraction.

“Lord, this damn thing couldn’t take any longer, could it? Fucking Christ,” he snapped, patience thinning by the minute.

The RDA just wanted to piss him off at this point, he thought. The whole situation left a bad taste in his mouth, from start to finish. Creating recoms with lab grown Na’vi bodies was getting too expensive, so this was the alternative. Why make them from the government and taxpayers’ money when they had all they really needed: a few female recoms, a few male recoms and a way for them to mix.

“I know, I’m sorry– I know this can’t be pleasant for you,” she said. She was trying to be as sympathetic as possible, but it wasn’t a great process for her to deal with either, especially when the medical wing was understaffed. 

“You have no idea, girl.” Miles groaned impatiently and spread his legs out, trying to work out the stress and kinks from his joints. “Can we just get this over with?”

The nurse nodded and scrambled over to her desk, pulling out an otoscope. She ushered him to lower his head to her level, having already pumped her chair up to its maximum height. “Hey, hey, hold still,” she inserted the tool, holding his blue ear to stop it from flicking as she looked through the lens. “Okay, all good.” 

“What’s even the point of this? Can’t I just jizz in a fucking cup and leave?” He took a deep breath and his nose twitched in irritation. 

“That– that comes later,” she said, face warm at his vulgar language, “just a few more tests, I promise. Now,” she pointed at her mouth, “open up, I need to take a look at your teeth.”

“What? Why?” Miles drew his eyebrows together, looking her up and down. 

“I’ve got to make sure your teeth are healthy, and strong before we pass your DNA down to our other soldiers,” she said while still pointing her fingers at her mouth. “C’mon, show me that handsome smile, eh, Colonel?”

A sigh escaped his muscled chest, stripes seemingly shaking as he breathed. 

“Fine.”

She brought a small light to his mouth, lifting her head up high to see all of his teeth. They were sharp and barred at her, shining in the reflection of her light. 

A few other meaningless tests were performed, each draining Quaritch of his patience more and more. If he had to do one more fucking thing, he was going to—!

“Here you are. Now just take this and, uhm, you know,” she said, passing him a sterile cup to fill. “Fill it to the top, if you can.”

She looked away and started to turn to her desk before she heard a zipper. Her head snapped over to the table to see Miles removing his heavy cock from his cargos, giving it lazy pumps.

“No, there’s– there’s a bathroom for that…!”

“It’ll take like two seconds,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “not leaving just to blow a load.”

She barely heard his response as she watched. She was too busy feeling her grip on the corner of her chair tighten, eyes hooked on the sight of his pretty, blue cock growing in his fist.

 “I, uhm, I think,” she paused, still watching as her voice trailed off.

“Huh? You think what?” He looked at her, smirking at her knuckles going white as she held onto the chair. “I think, little miss, that you want to come help me with this. Am I right?”

“That’s not professional,” she coughed out, turning her head away from him, arms going up to cover her chest. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t you want to help a patient in need? Don’t leave me here to suffer,” Quaritch teased, feeling his impatience being replaced by smugness. 

She bit her lip, eyes squinting as she thought. 

“Oh, nurse,” he called, voice smothered with satisfaction, “I need your help.” He let go of his dick, feeling it spring back to hit his clothed abdomen. A string of precum stuck to his shirt as his cock twitched. 

She walked over to him, pushing the wheeled chair to the corner of the room and out of her way. Taking his cock into her hand, she looked up to meet his blown, amber eyes. “Just to help? T-to hurry the process, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “but, I wouldn’t mind if you took your time.” 

Giving a few, testing strokes, she held as much of his cock that she could manage in her small fist. She went slow, from tip to base. Miles shuttered a bit, hips threatening to snap up into her hand. 

“You’re a little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you? Gonna– fuck,” he clenched his jaw, “gonna actually take your time, huh? Ain’t know you’d listen t’me.”

Taking her other hand, she takes her fingers and traces around his tip, collecting the slick and rubbing it in. She felt it kick in her hands, and gave it a sharp squeeze.

“God, just– let go, c’mon.” 

She let go quickly. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to!”

Quaritch took a breath through his nose and patted his lap. “Come here, come on. That’s right.” 

She sat, facing him. Her blue scrubs made euphoric friction against his cock, gliding across the length as she got comfortable. 

“I’ve gotten a taste of you, darlin’,” he started, “I won’t be able to hold back. Can’t cum inside that fuckin’ cup.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, mouth parting slightly as she felt his hands reach under her shirt. “Colonel?”

“Ain’t no point in growing another recom in a lab with my DNA,” he started, leaning to her neck, letting the warmth of his breath hit the exposed skin, “when I could put my DNA inside of you. Gonna let me breed you? Huh?”

He held onto the swell of her breast under the shirt, running a thumb over her hard nipple. 

“Gonna let me fuck a hybrid into you?”

Her mouth hung open for a second, unanswering. “Colonel….”

“Answer me, missy. Gonna do it? Let me fill you up with a fuckin’ alien baby.”

A slow nod was all he needed to see. In a swift movement, she felt her body turned and pushed, her back on the table. 

“Careful, please,” she mumbled, lips raw from her chewing them nervously. 

“No time for ‘careful,’ honey, I gotta take you nice and rough.” Quaritch pulled her pants and panties down, balling the fabric up and tossing them into a corner in the office. He brought his fingers to her cunt, collecting the slick leaking from her hole. “Worked up, huh?”

He placed one hand over her thigh, pulling her legs apart. She instinctively tried to close them back, unsuccessfully. 

“Keep ‘em open, I need to get you prepped for me.” He took one finger and rocked it into her, reaching to the far back of her walls. “All this talk got you wet already,” he said, feeling his finger slip in and out with ease. 

“Wait, I’m close, really close,” she said, legs starting to shake. 

A  dry chuckle left Quaritch’s mouth. “Yeah? I won’t stop you. Cum.” His fingers curled into the gummy spot in her, abusing the sensitive area. A soft clenching trapped the digit, tightening over him for a few moments. “There, there you go.”

“Thank you, yes– fuck!”

“One load ain’t enough for you, huh?” His eyes were completely blown and lust-filled. “God– your greedy little cunt, milkin’ me dry.” 

“Please, one more time– one more. Want your babies so bad!” she moaned, voice completely punched out. Her whines were breathless, and broken. 

Quaritch gave a soft hum as he continued at the same pace, slotting his hips between hers roughly. The squelches of her messy, wet cunt filled his ears and egged him on further. Dribbles of his cum from earlier dripped out of her with each of his thrusts.

“I’m just gonna seed you, girl. Spill my fuckin’ cum all in you for second time so it takes.”

Her walls clenched around his cock at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips. 

“You like that, yeah?”

“Yes, yes—” 

“Keep clenching on me, keep me nice and hard,” he growled into her ear gently licking the shell of it after he finished talking, “God– you got me right on the edge.”

“Don’t make me wait,” she sobbed, feeling herself go blind from pleasure.

“So greedy, so– so impatient.” Quaritch held onto her hips, using her hips for further leverage as he fucked her into the table. 

“Cum– cum in me, please, Colonel, one more time.”

Her begging threw him over the edge, and he spilled his second load into her, his cock kicking as he did. 

“Fuck, sweet girl, there you go. Not even gonna pull out of you, gotta keep you plugged up.” He sat up, pulling her on his lap, dick still inside. 

“Do you think I’ll actually, uhm, you know?” she sighed, looking a bit concerned.

“Get pregnant? I don’t know, girl. Maybe not. Or maybe you will, and you’ll get full with some little recom soldier babies.” He ran his hand over her cheek before speaking again, “Maybe I should fill you up again. Third time’s a charm.”

[whxre-bxby]

Could you do a recoms x recom!reader where all the guys suddenly go into heat (?) at the same time and reader is like 'oh shit' and tries to run but they catch and Fuck her?

Kinda like cursed by blue but then with reversed roles lol

Yes my lady, here it is

F. Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja

"Get It Together"

Masterlist

Summary: read the ask :)

Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst and fluff, cursing, non-con, breeding kink, mating, heat cycle, unprotected sex, oral sex, penetration

Word Count: 4085

A/N: sorry that the uploads are slower, I'm busy and losing motivation just a little. I've also revived my Harry Potter obsession

Today felt weird. Weirder than usual. Waking up in an Avatar is already odd enough, but something seemed even more different today. The team seemed different. 

Quaritch is desperate for you all to help him successfully find and kill Sully, so you’re back in the forest again. The Deja Blu squad seems to be spending more time outside than anywhere else. But you’re not complaining. To you, the world of Pandora is beautiful. You’re not as afraid of it as before. Probably because you’re no longer human. But that’s your secret. You’re scared to find out what would happen to you if anyone found out you like this planet and its nature. 

The Colonel split the squad into two groups again. He led his team while Lyle led yours. Lyle was ranking second highest out of all of you, so he was put in charge. He’s leading the way through the large leaves and past the hundreds and thousands of trees. Behind him, Mansk is following. You’re after him. Trailing slightly behind you is Lopez along with Prager and Ja is watching the back. 

You were pleased with this group because you all got along well. But today is different. No one is talking. You’ve tried to initiate a conversation multiple times but they either don’t listen or just nod and hum in response. Even Lyle has his mouth shut today. Not a soul seems to be in a good mood, so you decide not to push it. There’s no need to start an unnecessary fight. 

“You always wear that?” someone says behind you, suddenly breaking the long-lasting silence. 

You recognise Lopez’s voice and when you turn around you see that he is looking at your lower half. 

“The shorts?” you ask while continuing to walk. He glances up for a split second before fixating his gaze on your shorts once more. His head nods. 

“No. It’s just warmer today.” you answer him, not thinking anything of his question. Maybe he didn’t even know the RDA provided shorts. 

‘Fuckin’ right it’s warmer.’ Lopez thinks, wiping his hand across his forehead. It was warm but the temperatures here never reached the high of making their Avatar’s sweat. He doesn’t know what’s going on with him and why his body temperature seems to be through the roof, but he notices he isn’t the only one. Lopez had vaguely scanned the others and everyone seemed to be struggling. Everyone except for you. And he doubted it was because you’re wearing shorts. 

As you keep walking, you can feel Lopez’s stare on your body. It never leaves and when you look over your shoulder, he doesn’t seem to notice or bother to hide it. 

“Can you not?” you ask, making him suddenly lock eyes with you again. He looks confused. “I can feel you looking.” 

Lopez internally curses himself for being so obvious. He didn’t mean to, but his judgment is not trustworthy today. His ears occasionally ring and his mind seems to go blank. Especially when he looks at you. 

Prager lightly punches his shoulder, seeming to tell him off through actions.

“What’s he doin’?” Lyle asks, calling out his words from the front. You open your mouth to reply but Lopez quickly intervenes. 

“Nothin’.” he says, making Lyle turn around and cock an eyebrow. 

His words make your ears tip back. He never acted like this. 

“Walk in front of me then.” you say, stopping so that he can overtake you. 

Lopez shakes his head, taking your arm and pulling you along. 

“So that Prager can get a look? No way.” he scoffs and Prager glares at him. 

“The fuck does that mean?” you ask, pulling your arm from his. 

Mansk had turned around and saw how Lopez held you. It pissed him off too. 

“Keep walkin’.” Lopez says, avoiding eye contact. 

“What is up with you, today?” you ask with a small chuckle. 

But not even Lopez knows how to answer that. His behaviour is confusing him too.

You shrug it off, continuing to follow Lyle and Mansk. Many minutes go by in silence and you think that things have returned to normal again. 

They haven‘t. 

In the next few seconds, you feel your tail brush against something. Assuming it‘s a plant, you don‘t bother checking. But then it happens again. And again.

Finally, you turn your head and see Lopez much closer than expected. It gives you a little fright. 

“Shit-“ you gasp, inhaling deeply to calm down. “Lopez, what are you-“ 

“Look at her tail.” He exclaims, interrupting you and taking your tail into his hand. Ja walks up next to him, looking down at it. 

One of his hands is holding its middle while his free one caresses the tip of your tail, examining the soft hair coming out. You’ve also noticed that yours was longer. And your stripes continued all the way down. Everyone else had their tail partly shaved. 

“Check out the stripes.” Ja chuckles, watching the odd pattern of so-called stripes spiral up your tail until their eyes reach its base. The rest is covered in clothes.

“Yours are different from ours.” Lopez murmurs and you stop walking, trying to snatch your tail away but they won't let you. Both of them are still looking at where your tail ends and you don’t understand why they’re so fascinated by it. 

“What’s it look like?” He asks, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Your eyes go wide at his bold question and you frown. 

“Doesn’t concern you.” You snarl. What’s under your clothes is none of his business. 

“Hey!” Lyle calls from the front. He and Mansk both turned around, watching the interaction before Lyle felt like he needed to step in. “Let ‘er be.”

Lopez meets his eye, staring him down for a few extra seconds before scoffing and letting go of you. Once free, you’re being touched again. Lyle is guiding you by your shoulders to the front, not wanting Lopez around you anymore. 

You just go with it, assuming he has some kind of plan. At the end of the day, you trust Lyle with your life, so you don’t question his decisions. 

While walking away, you feel Lopez’s and Ja’s fierce eyes on you. Behind them you can hear Prager panting and nothing seems to make sense anymore. 

You keep walking and you hear Lyle faintly call them both insulting names under his breath before he stretches his arm around you. He starts by throwing it over your shoulder and your walking pace stutters. Mansk is keeping a close eye on what's happening, as is everyone behind you. He doesn’t want Lyle crossing the line either. 

But your presence and the close physical contact have Lyle under a sort of spell. It makes him crave more from you and within minutes, his arm is around your waist and he’s holding you to his side. You’re body tenses and you stop walking. Everything is so confusing you can’t even think straight.

Lyle looks back at you and your concerned eyes before Mansk grabs his arm and removes it from your body. 

“What are you doin’?” Lyle asks him, wanting to snake it around your waist again but you push it away. 

“No, what are you doing? All of you!” You shout, looking around. You’re about to exclude Mansk from the lecture you plan on giving them but you notice his pupils dilate and target lock on you. It makes you forget what you were about to say. Luckily you recover quickly.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but you need to sort it out right now so that we can focus on this mission!” You shout, folding your arms in front of your chest and glaring at all of them. 

There’s a few seconds of silence. As if they need extra time to let your words sink in. 

“All right.” Lyle growls. His voice is lower than ever. You want to nod and thank him for his agreement but the look in his eye tells you that you’re not both thinking of the same thing. 

You thought that maybe they all got in a fight and didn‘t want to mention it around you. But the dark hunger in his expression suddenly makes you feel like you need to escape. 

You don’t know why you feel the need to run when a part of you longs to be around them. 

Lyle is walking back up to you and his arm stretches out to grab a hold of you once more but Mansk once again intervenes. It seems as though his last functioning cell of common sense told him to help you. But right after he pushes Lyle’s arm away, he’s just as lust-blinded as the rest of them are. You see it in him now too. 

Which is why this time, you don’t hesitate to run. Your feet take off in the opposite direction and you’re sprinting through the forest. 

You hear Lyle growl at Mansk before your ears pick up the sound of hammering footsteps behind you. They seem to be moving faster than yours which surprises you because a human’s survival instinct is the strongest.

However, you’re not human anymore and neither are they. It seems as though your new bodies have a stronger instinct than just survival. 

Mating.

You’re fast, but unfortunately not fast enough. All weapons and tools have been dropped to chase you. They have to catch you by hand and force. The way nature tells them to. For once, they must give in to what their body craves and forget their human morals. 

But their rut doesn’t just affect them. Being around them, hearing them, smelling them, seeing them, and feeling them kickstarts hormones in your own body. Ones you were suppressing until you started running. Running and chasing are apparently common during heat-cycles so the instinct that told you to run is also the one that betrayed your mind and gave all power to your body and its needs. 

Lyle caught your arm, making you stumble and slow down. With his next step, he managed to wrap an arm around your middle and lift you off the ground but the sheer force of the turn had you both falling into the grass. 

You shriek as he spins you both around once before you hit the ground first with him falling on top of you. Immediately, you struggle beneath his weight, trying to crawl out from underneath him but you can’t move him. 

Suddenly, you felt like it wasn’t Lyle who was holding you down. You know it is, but he’s never growled and acted like this. It feels so foreign to you but then again, you feel your body doing things you would never do. 

Almost instantly his large hands start tugging your clothes off of you but for whatever reason, you lean against his touch. 

You’re still trying to hold on to your common sense, desperately attempting to not give in to his touch whereas Lyle is a lost cause. 

Your last spark of hope forces you to kick Lyle’s middle but he is unfazed. 

“Sorry- can’t help it.” he breathes out, pulling your shorts down your legs. Well, there you have it. You’re done for. Might as well enjoy it then.

The others have already caught up with both Lyle and you. Ja wanted to get closer but Lyle snarled at him, making him back off. You guess that since he has the highest rank in this team, he wants to go first. 

Lyle’s body feels strange to him and foreign. It’s overheating as well and the only answer to help him feel normal again is in front of him. His large hand comes up to knead the flesh of your ass before he’s hastily opening his belt and clawing at his pants. 

You know what to expect at this point. It’s inevitable really. There’s five of them and one of you. You can’t escape even if you manage to push Lyle off. And quite frankly, the longer you inhale his musky scent and feel him on you, the less you want to leave. It irritates you how easily your body is swayed by them but you can’t help it either. 

Lyle grabs the side of your underwear, hooking his fingers underneath it and literally tearing the fabric off your body. If you were in your right mind right now, you would have felt exposed. But no, you don’t even feel the need to hide from their eyes. In fact, their presence seems to make you more aroused. 

Suddenly ripping you from your thoughts is the feeling of Lyle pressing something right up against your entrance. Feeling its form, you straight away know what it is and without any hesitation, Lyle starts to push it inside you. He hisses as your walls clamp down on him, not seeming to be used to this intrusion. But it doesn’t stop him. The man is desperate for you and desperate for release. 

Within seconds he has bottomed out, holding himself inside you for an extra few moments to contain himself. But it’s no use. The second he starts to move, completely loses himself and his motions become primal.

Lyle doesn’t start off slowly either. He’s already harshly fucking himself into you while his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips. You spread your arms slightly past shoulder distance to steady yourself while your hips push back against him. 

Everything suddenly feels sensitive and all his touches spark more excitement in you. Which is why Lyle knows he won’t last long. You feel too good and it’s been too long. 

“Fuck- so good,” he groans, wrapping his hand around the base of your tail to pull you back against him. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips whenever it feels like he is pushing the air from your lungs. 

“M’ gonna fill you up,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. You weren’t expecting any of this to last long, but you know that just because he’ll be done soon doesn’t mean you will. The other four men around you look even more interested in you than before. There is no way you’re leaving without having to go through each of them first. 

“Gonna make this pussy mine.” he growls, not stopping his rough thrusts until his hips stutter and you feel him spurt his cum inside you. You still your small rocking movements, taking all of him into you. His large hands are holding onto your waist while Lyle gathers himself. His problem seems to be cured for now. But the others are still very bothered by it, so the second Lyle pulls out, Mansk takes his place. He pushes Lopez to the side because he can’t wait any longer. 

Mansk falls to his knees behind you, immediately pushing your tail to the side to see your throbbing cunt. God, what a luring sight it is. Especially with Lyle’s cum slowly dribbling out. It just makes Mansk want to wash it out and replace it with his own. 

To your surprise, Lopez settles himself in front of you. You can hear Ja complaining but Lopez doesn’t care. Sure, he would much rather be where Mansk is but right now he’ll take whatever he can get. His skin is glistening in sweat and he just needs to feel you on him in any way possible. 

Mansk’s pants are gone faster than Lyle’s and he doesn’t even need to line himself up with your entrance to guide himself in. He’s so hard he just bucks his hips forward blindly while pressing his chest against your back. He feels his dick sink into you on his third attempt and it has him melting against you. Mansk is and has been desperate for this kind of relief for so long. The fact that it’s you he’s getting makes this so much better for him. 

Lopez has managed to free his aching erection from its restraints as well and is now panting while watching you stare at him. He can feel your hot breath fan against his bare skin and it causes his eyes to flutter closed. He never thought he could get this close to you. 

Mansk moves behind you, making your body jolt forward. Your cheek brushes against Lopez’s dick and you give up on staring. The sight has your mouth salivating. Not only are they all so big, but fuck he looks so needy. 

You turn your head, opening your mouth and licking up his shaft. He groans and you notice the goosebumps erupt on his skin. Lopez is so hard it hurts so he attaches his hand to the back of your head, hoping to encourage you to finally help him out. You obey his silent pleas and open your mouth wider to welcome his tip. His breath gets caught in his throat and he doesn’t exhale until you’ve swallowed down almost all of him. 

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he purrs his praise, gently rubbing your cheek before holding the base of your queue to help guide you along his dick. 

Mansk’s thrusts are already getting sloppy so you arch your back to give yourself to him, making it easier for him to reenter you. 

Then you focus on the heavily breathing man in front of you and decide to finally focus on him. You gulp around him, feeling his tip in the middle of your throat. Having something stuffed so far down your mouth is not a pleasant feeling, but seeing how it drives Lopez wild just gives you the equal pleasure he is receiving. 

You don’t need to move your head, he’s already pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward again for you. All you have to do is not choke and not let him feel your teeth. This gets twice as difficult when you have fangs but so far you’re succeeding. 

You flatten your tongue out and occasionally swirl it around him when he draws back. 

Both of them have sped up their thrusts and you feel Lopez’s dick twitch inside your mouth which lets you know that he won’t last much longer. 

Mansk is now hugging your waist and one of his hands digs into your thigh. 

You start to feel your own orgasm slowly build up but with the way they’re feeling, you know you’ll still need more time until you start feeling euphoric.

“Shit, take it.” Mansk growls, biting your shoulder while he humps you from behind, shooting his load into you just like Lyle. But you honestly don’t care about that at the moment. You even doubt whether your Avatar is fertile. 

Mansk is regaining his breath above you when Lopez hisses and throws his head back. His hips reflexively buck forwards and he covers your tongue in his cum, making it flow down your throat. You lick him clean after swallowing everything he gave you before gently pulling away. 

He smiles down at you, lightly tapping your cheek in praise before getting up. 

Mansk carefully pulls out, running his hand over your smooth back and humming appreciate before Prager is urging him to move. He listens. You display yourself for Prager byopening your legs and lifting your tail but he seems to have other ideas. The sight makes his stomach twist in excitement but he still turns you onto your back. You’re looking up at him and he flashes you a smirk before Ja interrupts your moment. 

“Seriously, what about me?” he asks, not seeming happy with the sudden position change. 

Prager’s ears flatten back against the sides of his head and he frowns at Ja. 

“Work it out.” he growls. Then his hands find your knees and he opens your legs for him. He wants to properly see you, not just use you. 

Ja huffs in annoyance before lifting your upper body and resting your back on his lap. Prager runs his fingers over your entrance, parting your lips before pushing some cum back inside you. His motions make you shiver and you roll your hips forward while Ja open his pants just enough to relieve himself.

Your body starts reacting to Prager's touch and you realise he’s helping you reach your high too. But since he’s having a hard time containing himself, he removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces them with his length. Suddenly, it feels so good. You’ve gotten used to the intrusion now and it’s becoming pleasurable. 

You turn your head to the side, noticing Ja trying to win your attention over. His dick is next to your face and at this point, you’re too tired and too unbothered to question anything. You just do. They’ve already seen all of you, you have nothing to hide anymore. 

You open your mouth for him just like you did for Lopez but right before you want to wrap your lips around him, a gasp leaves you. Prager has started moving inside you and the new angle and change of position have you enjoying all of it. 

Quickly, you fill your mouth with Ja’s length to prevent moans from slipping out. Those are still something that makes you often feel embarrassed. You know it’s stupid because usually, you want to be able to hear how you’re pleasing someone. But then again, you happen to be in a forest full of creatures that may not welcome you. So you don’t want to be screaming and crying on his cock (you do, but you won’t). 

Your head gets all fuzzy with how good Prager is treating your body. You feel so stimulated that whimpers and moans do leave your body. However, they’re muffled through Ja but the vibrations of it drive him wild. 

He’s been touching himself while watching you with Mansk and Lopez, so he feels like he will spill any second now. 

Prager is just diving into you at this point. His hand comes up to apply gentle pressure to your clit while his other lifts one of your legs onto his shoulders. Everything is good right now. You have no worries. 

“You gonna cum?” he asks, knowing you can’t reply with words. You frantically shake your head, slowly arching your back off the ground in preparation for your orgasm. 

He grins and his pace never falters. 

Behind you, Ja is a groaning mess. He’s just watching you struggle to angle your head for him but he can’t help you with that. He’s so close, you just need to continue for a few more seconds. You do and in moments following you hollowing your cheeks for him, his tail trembles as he cums. Some of it spills out onto your lips but you don’t mind. You just need cum yourself. 

Prager doesn’t stop, in fact he just slightly increases his touch on your clit and you cry out once before your legs tremble and your orgasm floods your senses. Feeling you clench down around him has Prager in pure bliss and he follows almost straight after you. 

What an odd scene this is. You hadn’t expected your day to go like this. 

Lyle comes to your aid while the two soldiers redress themselves. 

“You alright?” he asks but he can’t hold back the cheeky grin on his face. 

“Yeah-” you breathe out. “I’m just so done.”

He chuckles, handing you your shorts and helping you put them on.

“You fuckers, it’ll stain the cloth.” you mumble, knowing all the cum will just leak out of you for the rest of the day. 

“Don’t worry, you can get a refill later.” Lopez smirks as Lyle helps you to your feet and you punch Lopez’s shoulder. 

A loud sigh leaves your lips. 

“I can’t even walk back now.” you whine in frustration. 

“I’ll carry you then.” Lyle offers with a grin and Mansk smirks. 

“No, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” you say, realising you’re contradicting yourself. 

Mansk raises an eyebrow at you and you wipe your hand over your face. 

“I just like to complain.” you mumble, starting to slowly walk ahead. Your first few steps are wobbly, but you manage because Mansk and Prager walk next to you, letting you use them for support. Lyle leads the way again. 

He’s calling off the mission for the day. We just have to come up with some excuse as to what happened. 

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AVATAR: THE NEW MISSION

Chapter 1 || Masterlist || Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: Miles makes a deal with you...a deal that he violates when he doesn't take the answer "No."

Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch X Na'vi Reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Colonisation, Weapons, Death Threats, Coercive Control, Rape, Forced Mating, Forced Orgasm.

Author Notes: I am incredibly grateful for your support and enthusiasm for the story! Liking, Reblogging, and Comments mean the world to me, and your engagement helps me greatly. I must confess, I have a particular fondness for comments, as much as Miles has for the reader ;D (though that's a whole different topic)! I make an effort to reply to most thoughtful comments, so please don't hesitate to share your thoughts or ask any questions you might have. Your input is truly valued and greatly appreciated.

Inspiring Song: "Girl With One Eye" By Florence & The Machine

Waking up in a different body is always difficult. But waking up where you don’t know is worse.

Your eyes opened slowly, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings heightened by the soreness in your face. The intense light stung your vision, one eye struggling to open as widely as the other. The sensation of nausea overwhelmed you, and you groaned, feeling bile rising in your throat.

You instinctively lifted your hand to cover your mouth, attempting to suppress the rising nausea, only to feel the cold touch of metal. Confused, you looked down at your body, resting on a soft white cushion surrounded by little metal rails. To your growing horror, you realized that your hand was ensnared in a clanking rope of cold iron – you were shackled to the bed.

Panic and anger surged through you as you furiously sat up on the bed, using your free hand to desperately attempt to tear off the restrictive chains. Your body tensed as you crouched on the bed, exerting all your strength to tug and push against the unyielding metal contraption. Frustration and desperation overcame you, and you let out a tormented scream, the sound bouncing off the walls of your confinement.

With determination, you frantically searched the space, desperately searching for anything sharp or heavy enough to cut through the chains. Your eyes darted around the small room, noting the pristine white walls. The single light bulb above cast an intense fluorescent glow, blindingly bright, like the glowworms back in the caves you called home. The prolonged exposure to the harsh light caused your eyes to water, further irritating your vision. The room was starkly clinical, bathed in a sterile white hue. The walls seemed to enclose the space like a cold embrace, their smoothness offering no solace or comfort.

Frustrated and desperate, you returned your attention to the chains, determined to escape. Your teeth bit down against the cold metal, you persisted despite the pain. As you reflected on the recent events, the memory of fleeing from the demons flooded your mind. You realized the urgency to warn your clan. Rawm, the wise and experienced warrior, would know how to handle the situation. Only he could protect the village and ensure safety for everyone.

Your heart sank as you noticed a small black eye peaking down at you from the corner of the room. It made noises, purring at you with its red blinking iris. Despair overwhelmed you as you gazed at the purple marks rising on your trembling wrists, the result of your futile attempts to break free from the chains.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently pleaded to Eywa for salvation, making a pact with the Great Mother that you would willingly submit, accepting the role of Pukxaw’s obedient bride without complaint. Anything to escape this nightmare.

You swore to yourself that you would heed your mother’s words and never again embark on forbidden journeys to play games.

Suddenly, a wall beside you slid open silently, and the one who had captured you entered the room. As the wall moved back into place, it sealed the gap without leaving a single trace behind, as if the open wall had been nothing but a fleeting illusion.

The towering figure of the Uniltìrantokx known as the Colonel entered the room, his presence imposing and intimidating.

“Well, good morning there, sunshine.”

His gaze was unwavering as his golden eyes met your watery ones, and his smile sent chills down your spine.

Desperation taking hold, you tugged anxiously at the shackles that held you captive, the rattling of chains filling the air as you pleaded, “Tokx oyeä lonu, ruxte.”

The Colonel’s eyes darted to the cuff encircling your wrist before returning to your pleading face, a malicious glint was filling his gaze.

“English,” the Colonel spoke firmly, his gaze fixed on you. “I know you understand it. So, what did you say?”

Tears streamed down your face as you pleaded, “Please, let me go.”

His smile widened as he leaned towards you, unlocking the cuffs with a loud clatter. In an instant, you found yourself cowering in the corner on the other side of the room, holding your purpling wrists tightly against your chest, attempting to shield yourself from further harm.

He release you, it’s what you wanted, but you were scared, he took you from your home. What did he want with you. Why were you here?

The Colonel knelt down on one knee, his gaze locked on your trembling form.

“Why did you...” you stumbled over your words, struggling to find the correct translation in English, “stolen me?”

His smile widened, revealing his sharp, canine-like teeth. He repeated your question with a hint of surprise. “Why did we steal you?”

You nodded frantically, desperately seeking an explanation. “Greenhome, I want,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. “Brother, I want, Mother, I want.” Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you fought back the sobs that threatened to escape your throat.

With a deliberate move, the Colonel stretched out his large hand, and you instinctively flinched away, anticipating further harm. However, his touch was surprisingly gentle as he carefully caressed your shoulder and pushed your hair away from your ear. He inched closer cautiously, bracing himself for a potential attack, as if prepared to deal with a primitive, savage creature.

The Colonel settled down beside you, his hand softly rubbing your back to comfort you. “I bet you want your family, don’t you?” he continued in a deceptively gentle tone. “Now, here’s the deal. I will help you get back to your family if you do something for me in return.”

Your lips parted slightly as you focused intently on his words, your ears perked up anxiously as you tried to comprehend his meaning. You shifted onto your hands and knees, adopting a hunched position in an effort to understand better.

“A deal?” You sniffled.

“That’s right sugar cube,” he chuckled, “If you teach me the Na’vi way, I will let you go, you won’t be couped up in this here box.”

Your brows furrowed, “Na’vi way?”

He pinched a strand of your hair and you fought the urge to bat him away.

“Like,” he pondered, swiping a hand down his face and sighed, “Na’vi lì’fya, ‘okrol, syvue and um traditions, hunt ah taron?.” Na’vi language, history, food, hunt.

Your mouth felt dry and you tried to understand his terrible translation, he sounded very dim when he said your peoples words.

“I teach?” You asked, “And I go home?”

He nodded, “See, you have the idea! Pretty sharp.”

You didn’t understand how you were sharp, your skin might’ve had a scar or two but it was very soft to touch.

Sitting on your knees before him, you bit nervously at the inside of your cheek, torn between loyalty to your own kind and the possibility of sharing knowledge. This Uniltìrantokx was undoubtedly a demonic entity, yet he had demonstrated a desire to learn. Growing up, you had been taught that knowledge was a potent force, that all beings were entitled to the opportunity to learn and grow.

“What’s your name, sugar cube?” the Colonel inquired, waving his fingers playfully in front of your face, sensing the depth of your thought process.

Your immediate internal reaction was one of guarded caution. If you revealed your name, could that knowledge be used against you?

He paused for a moment, his lips momentarily retracting into his mouth before announcing, “Alright then. I’ll tell you mine. My name is Miles.”

Your gaze fixated on his outstretched palm, its size impressive and intimidating.

“You’re supposed to shake it,” he exclaimed with a slight cough.

Your gaze shifted back to his face as you tentatively grabbed his fingers and gingerly moved them around in a tentative motion.

A deep chuckle escaped him, and he withdrew his hand, shaking his head. “No, no, no, here, let me show you. Give me your hand.”

There was a hint of uncertainty in her face. With trembling hand, you cautiously extended it towards him, your fear evident in your hesitation. What if he intended to bite it?! However, his much larger fingers enveloped your hand tenderly, gently squeezing your palms together before slowly moving them upwards and then downwards in an up-and-down motion. This unexpected contact triggered an involuntary happy surprise on your face. It was funny. You wondered if all Uniltìrantokx created each other like this.

Miles continued, “See?” he began to explain, “That’s how humans greet each other after sharing their name.”

Your hands were still connected, the warmth of his touch creating a sense of comfort. You responded, “My name is [Y/N].”

His reply was laced with a pleasant hum, “Pleasure to meet you, [Y/N].”

In an attempt to mirror the behaviour you observed, you responded with a hum of your own, believing this was indeed part of the meeting ritual.

"Where did you learn to speak English?" Miles queried, his eyes watching you closely. "Was it Grace Augustine's school?"

You shook your head in response, taking a moment to carefully choose your words. "No," you explained, "My... mothers, sisters, son, he learned English and he taught me because I wanted to become a wise teacher."

He figured you meant to say ‘cousin.’

His laughter filled the air as he exclaimed with glee, "You're in luck then! I want to be your student!"

The situation was becoming increasingly overwhelming for you. Your tail anxiously flicked, betraying your desire to create some distance between yourself and him.

Miles observed your unease and seemed to understand. “[Y/N],” he said softly, “I may not have been born here, but I am one of you. I want to help you, I want to learn.”

His words carried a hint of reassurance, and his pet name, ‘sugar cube,’ added a touch of innocence.

Your teeth clenched tightly as you pinched your eyes shut, deep in thought. Could you actually do this? Could you teach these demons from the stars? It was a tale passed down that the great Toruk Macto, the legendary figure, had been a Sky People – yet he had worn the same skin as the Na’vi. His transformation into the revered leader of the Omatikaya stood as a testament to the power of change.

You pondered over the potential impact this dim-witted kidnapper could have on the Tawkami. Your fingers gently rubbed against the tender, reddened skin of your injured wrists.

He promised to return you home.

You turned to face him, your voice firm and resolute. “Your name,” you gritted out, “Miles, yes?”

He nodded in affirmation, a smile spreading across his face.

 “I will teach you the ways of my people,” you declared with determination.

“Great to hear,” he replied eagerly, his eyes lighting up. “Care to join me for a walk?”

Your eyes widened with excitement as the realization sank in – an opportunity to escape! Miles tapped the wall, and it obediently expanded, creating an opening. He stepped through, gesturing for you to follow. You were initially hesitant, but his hand reaching out to grasp yours forced you into motion. The touch of his larger hand enveloped yours, making you feel unusually small and insignificant.

Miles took charge, guiding you firmly through a dimly lit hallway. You stumbled along beside him, adjusting to his quick pace as he led you through a maze of corridors.

During the journey, he suddenly remarked, "First, let's get an ice pack on that shiner of yours."

He continued walking, his grip on your hand tugging you along as he instructed you to keep up. Unconsciously, your feet moved in sync with his as you walked alongside him. You glanced down and noticed the stark difference between your feet and his. He wore some sort of binding made of animal hide, secured in place with ropes. In contrast, your feet were completely bare. Your twitching nose betrayed your curiosity as you observed the unusual difference between his footwear and your lack thereof.

Miles led you into a room where you encountered the same Uniltìrantokx warriors you had confronted in the forest. Some engaged in an odd activity, lifting strange objects overhead, while others were fiercely punching sacks suspended from the walls. As your gaze fell upon them, your teeth bared in a defensive display, and a loud hiss escaped your lips.

One of them sprang to his feet, brandishing a long thick blade in his hand. "Colonel, what the fuck is she doing in here?!"

"Shut your pie hole, Pike!" the Colonel retorted firmly. "This is our guest, [Y/N], also known as your new Na'vi teacher."

As you watched, the soldiers' faces displayed a mix of shock and confusion. Pike, in particular, seemed to struggle with the sudden change of plans.

“But boss,” he protested, his voice laced with disbelief. "The mission was..."

“Do you Nittwits think I’ve forgotten the mission! No! So shut up and listen to what I tell you! Zhang, get us an ice pack. Seems you hit the lady a little too hard yesterday.”

Your eyes fixated on Miles, the venomous aura surrounding him palpable. You couldn’t help but take a small step back, feeling a mix of fear and unease in his presence.

Although you didn’t fully comprehend the words he spoke, their tone and inflection conveyed an underlying malice.

When the soldier named Zhang returned, clutching a very cold rock wrapped in woven clothes, you observed him with curiosity. However, his hesitancy was apparent as he offered the item to you.

“…You put it on your face darlin’, here,” Miles instructed, gently guiding your hands up to apply the cold object, known as an ‘ice pack,’ to your face.

He tugged on your elbow, leading you to the front of the room, positioned in front of a large mirror. Surprisingly, he allowed you to take a seat on a sizeable plastic box.

Miles spoke quietly to the female Uniltìrantokx named Walker, who diligently jumped up to retrieve a box from a shelf. She handed the box to him, and Miles quickly flicked it open, retrieving a peculiar cloth from within. He extended it towards you with an expectant expression.

“Here ya go, put that on. My boys won’t stop perving at your chest.”

You found yourself puzzled by the unfamiliar English word he used – “perving” – but from his reaction, it appeared to be a negative term. You wondered if wearing a shirt was forbidden in the ways of your own clan, yet you considered the item a gift and believed there was nothing wrong with accepting it.

As you fumbled with the shirt, attempting to figure out the correct holes to insert your head and arms through, Miles observed your struggle. However, before he could intervene, you successfully managed to put it on.

You heard the others snicker, “Ah, our teacher huh Colonel? Maybe next lesson she can teach us how to put on pants.”

“Or boots.”

“Or a G-string.”

“Shut it Sampson! Or you’ll be doing laps in the rain” Miles barked.

“Yes sir.”

Miles gently removed the ice pack from your face and replaced it with a book. You studied the unfamiliar symbols on the front, struggling to recall their meanings.

As you carefully opened the book and flipped through the pages, you discovered an alphabet and a numbering system. With every glance, you felt a sense of familiarity, drawing parallels to the lessons you had listened to from your cousins.

“You’ll need to be teaching us basics sweetheart, or else you might not ever see the other side of these walls, do you understand what I’m saying.”

Miles’ gaze bore intently into you, a stern expression upon his face. His personae was firm yet different when addressing his men. Feeling intimidated, you swallowed nervously and responded with a nod, saying, “Yes.”

He quickly corrected you, “Say ‘yes, sir.’”

Confusion crossed your face as you wondered if you had made a grammatical error. Not fully understanding the meaning of ‘Sir,’ you echoed, “Yes, sir.”

Your response prompted a wide grin from him, seemingly pleased with your compliance.

“Good girl, now let’s go back to your room and I’ll have you fed some good grub from the kitchen!”

As you silently returned to your cell, a feeling of trepidation washed over you, causing you to clench the book tightly in your hands. Initially, you had agreed only to teach Miles, not the entire group. The realization of having to teach them all now filled you with unease.

The rough, hot fabric of the shirt against your skin caused discomfort, prompting you to tug it off as soon as you entered the cell. A deep longing for home consumed you, and the urge for a comforting embrace grew stronger with every passing moment.

Miles observed your troubled expression, easily deciphering the anxiety written on your face. He held a small, plastic box in his left arm and sat it down on your bed. Opening it up, he offered it to you with a gentle touch.

“It’s food,” he reassured you.

Your nose instinctively wrinkled at the unappealing smell emanating from the contents of the box.

Miles chuckled, attempting to reassure you. “It’s not so bad. It’s definitely better than just mud and twigs, right?”

You frowned and asserted, “I do not eat mud and twigs.”

Miles’ interest piqued as he found himself enjoying the sound of your voice. He closed the cell door by tapping on the wall, securing it shut.

He observed you descending to the ground, your fingers delving into the gray goop within the small food box. You brought the morsel to your lips and slurped it down with relish.

Miles was well aware that you would never utilize the spoon that he had provided. He found himself taking a strange pleasure in observing you eat in this primal manner, devouring the food directly from the box. The sounds you made while consuming it were loud and wet, arousing a certain sense of lewdness. A wicked part of him said it was probably what you sounded like if you sucked cock...

A wicked part of him fixated on your innocent mannerisms, captivated by the contrast between your naïveness and his own desires. There was a sweetness, gentle shyness and innocence he really loved about you. The thought about corrupting the little naive na’vi woman was making his pants a little tight.

As he took a seat on the edge of your bed, Miles caught your eyes as you looked up at him. A sly smile tugged the corners of his mouth as he began to fidget with the end of his queue, his fingers pinching and twisting the tendrils, causing them to move wildly in the air.

He cleared his throat before asking nonchalantly, “So, what’s all this about?”

Leaving the food momentarily forgotten, you moved closer to Miles and took a seat beside him on the bed. Eager to share your knowledge, you presented him with your own queue and began to explain, "This connects all living creatures. It connects us to Eywa. She resides within us, just like this."

With a touch of innocence, you placed your hand gently on Miles' stomach, guiding him to breathe deeply and synchronize his breaths with yours.

“We feel each other, and help one another. We ride and connect with pa'li which help to carry many items long, far, far away.”

“I have a banshee,” he proudly cut in.

You didn’t understand.

“Uh - An ikran!” He corrected with a chuckle, “Named him Cupcake because he was sweet enough to try and kill me.”

The unfamiliarity of Miles' words left you puzzled, but you understood that his claim of possessing a banshee without undergoing the Iknimaya ceremony was indeed unprecedented. Even you, yourself, had not been able to attain an ikran.

In response, you leaned back a bit and observed his captivated fascination as he toyed with his own tendrils. Without thinking, you instinctively smacked his arm in reprimand.

“Tìftang si, ngeyä tswin fil ke!” Stop, it is not a play thing, You scolded.

Miles chuckled upon witnessing your reaction, holding his hand up in a gesture of apology. "Sorry, sorry, I was just curious," he expressed.

He then took your queue in his hand, lifting them up and bringing them close together, contemplating the possibility of connecting their queues.

“What would happen if we connected?”

However, your response was immediate and embarrassed. "Not right," you explained emphatically, shaking your head. “Not allowed! Done only between mated couples."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized the implications of his suggestion. He still held it, his grip growing tighter making your breath catch. You tried to take it back but he moved it away.

“This is not funny, Miles.”

He joked, “Come on sweet cheeks? Why, don’t ya wanna mate?”

You shrieked at him, “Not a game, it is sacred!”

His grip on your queue became increasingly tight, creating an excruciating pain that triggered a flood of tears to stream down your face.

"Let me go! Ah, let me go!" You pleaded, frantically clawing at his bicep in a desperate attempt to alleviate the torment.

He clenched his teeth and stared at you with unwavering determination, pressing you hard against the bedhead. With a forceful tug on your braid, you cried out in pain. Effortlessly, he secured both your wrists underneath his knees, applying uncomfortable pressure onto your sore wrists. The agony intensified as his kneecap rubbed against your injured wrist, prompting a guttural howl.

He snapped “Enough!”

Miles grasped your tendrils tightly and brought them up to your face, his gaze locked onto yours as he forcibly connected them. The connection erupted a series of shrill wails and curses from you in Na'vi. The intensity of his essence invaded your being, burning your soul and forcefully tearing you open, as he siphoned off your energy mercilessly. You felt vulnerable and violated as you desperately struggled to break the connection before the damage became irreversible.

With the unwelcome union of your tendrils, you felt a surge of intrusive sensations as Miles' heartbeat, breath, anger, and hate penetrated your senses. The heat of his blood and veins pulsated within your own body, forcibly connecting your souls deeply. His essence burrowed into your very core, writhing and wriggling savagely, seeking to fully consume and possess you.

His physical form above you trembled with violent intensity, the bedrailing shuddering under the impact. Your tormenting screams were perceived by him only as the symphony of his conquest, a sound of submission to his authority. His lips curled back into a wicked grin, revealing clenched teeth in a fierce expression. His body shifted and writhed with unrestrained ecstasy, the power flowing through him like a potent intoxication. The tight fabric of his camouflage pants strained, tenting and bulging beneath him, betraying the primal lust that consumed him.

“Mine,” he growled, “You belong to me.”

The most distressing aspect of the ordeal was the conflicting feelings within you, the equal surge of power and desire coursing through your body despite your unwillingness to submit to him. You felt torn apart, the struggle between your own resolve and the primal urge to yield to his dominance. Your mind was ready to just accept his seed by the will of Eywa and make babes.

A guttural grunt escaped Miles. He tore off his shirt with a loud rip of seams and buttons while he tore his belt and spit his pants down the middle, kicking his boots off.

You were in a similar rush, your face flushed and sweaty while you tugged at the strings of your tweng cloth. Flipping yourself onto your belly as you pressed back to him. Your tail curled back and around his thigh, tugging him, encouraging him to take your slick flower.

It was fast, he entered quickly and felt you squeal from being taken so hastily. Surprising even himself he muttered, “sorry” and pushed deep before pulling back out and designing a rhythmic thrust. You were both hissing and panting. Trying to feel each other more an more.

With this connection it was a strange and exciting feeling. It was like you were controlling his movements but you knew he must’ve felt the same about controlling you.

Did he feel that growing warmth of the wet moist pad being grazed with every movement? You felt his length and how his tip was happily strangled inside.

“F-fuck,” Miles groaned into your ear. His fingers wrapped around your waist and savagely hauled you back onto his abusive cock. His face dug into your neck and he began to lick and suck the crease of the shoulder.

Your eyes were tightly shut but they managed a peak when you felt his desperate hand explored you. Your small swaying breasts were like soft pillows for him to grip and pinch. You turned your face into his and nibble his ear, he gasped and shut his eyes.

He took control once more and this time he shoved his mouth over yours. His mouth was hot and wet, coating yours. His sharp teeth tugged you lips before his tongue stabbed its way into your mouth possessively.

His thrusts started to falter, his knees on the bed were trembling and you turned to face back at the mattress. Feeling his body lift off you a little and slam into your now sore core.

A few more lazy pumps inside of you and he finally fell out, soft cock drowned from your pussy and his cum. You felt it…your hand gently moving beneath you, feeling a light patter on the bed and drip on your hand. Your eyes flutter. Your queues separated and you both tried to catch your breath.

When you managed to swallowed and steady your beating heart, your eyes drifted down the foot of the bed where Miles was slowing his breath and trying to understand what just happened.

Frustration and agony consumed you as you desperately attempted to kick him, but your quivering legs lacked the strength. When the intended blow connected, it was as a meek touch only, failing to cause any real damage.

With a cold detachment, Miles stood upright and walked away, not sparing even a glance back in your direction.

Desperation etched itself on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks, the pain of his rejection stinging fiercely.

Miles had committed an egregious act – he had plundered something of profound spiritual significance and meaning from you. Without a hint of care or empathy, he left you broken and alone, oblivious to the magnitude of the harm he had inflicted upon you.

The depth of his transgression was immense, leaving an indelible mark upon your very soul.

The pain you felt between your legs was like a inner burn. You felt incomplete…..you felt like you’d been played with and that the world would now have its back turn on you. You felt violated. You had firmly asserted your refusal but Miles ignored your protests and proceeded with his own desires, binding you to him in a cursed union that would persist until the final breath of either one of you.

Anxiety gnawed at your heart as the gravity of the situation became clearer. Doubt haunted your mind, leaving you to ponder if Eywa would ever pardon you for your role in this unwanted arrangement.

Exhausted and defeated, you muffled your screams into the mattress, eventually succumbing to sleep as fatigue overpowered you.

★HELPLINES★

If you are a victim of sexual abuse, assault or domestic violence or know someone who is please reach out to these links that share helpline services, phone numbers or emails. Consent and respect is important in every relationship whether between friends, family or even strangers. .

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SWEET GIRL ❤︎︎

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 - 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖣𝖠 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗒- 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 ’𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉’. 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍．

𝜗𝜚 miles quaritch x female sully reader (22)

warnings - 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶!! choking, degradation, hair pulling, slight kuru play, degradation, praise, begging, orgasm denial, unwanted creampie, I didn’t know how else to end it 😭

word count - 2.2k 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡．

vocabulary - vrrtep: demon/s, uniltìrantokx: dreamwalker/s, tawtute: human, skxawng: moron / idiot, thanator: (palulukan) creature on pandora.

tagging - @neteyamsoare ❤︎︎ （ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍! ）

Getting kidnapped by Colonel Miles Quaritch - the man who was presumed dead, murdered by your mother herself - was one thing. But the things the two of you did behind closed doors was another thing. Another very, very bad thing.

The RDA had taken you after holding you and your younger siblings hostage, spider as well. You had been moved from room to room over the few weeks you stayed there. Or maybe it was months? You had no idea.

Just the other week you had been moved to a different room, a much smaller room. And the very first thing you noticed was that all the walls were a clean white colour, not a single wall held your reflection in it like the large one in your past room.

The vrrteps must’ve thought you were stupid, you thought. You always knew that they were watching you from the other side of the reflective wall as well as the small contraption in the corner of your old cell, which would have a small dot that flashed red whenever they were watching you.

Not only did they watch you. The vrrteps in lab coats would often strut into your room, running all kinds of tests as at least a few uniltìrantokx stood around, their big guns firmly held in their grasp. You couldn’t do anything but sit or lay there helplessly, occasionally hissing to show your displeasure as your hands stayed bound in orange cuffs.

Other than that, you were pretty much left alone. Sometimes you wondered how spider, the human boy who often hung out with your younger siblings was. He had been taken by the RDA too, but you still haven’t seen him since the first day, when you watched with worried eyes as the sky people used their awful machines against him.

It was a horror sight to see a kid be tortured like that, to be in that much pain just because a woman in military clothing wanted answers from him. You were grateful for whoever stopped the machine before your eyes landed on the culprit, the person just happening to be Quaritch.

That was the first time you got a good look at the man. You studied him from your place on a bench in the lab, where the scientists poked and prodded at you with their sharp needles and gloved hands.

His muscles flexed as he tensed up, quietly speaking to the tawtute woman who looked up at him with a frustrated expression. Only the most unholy thoughts filled your mind as you watched his outstretched arm flex, his biceps hardening and fingers slightly twitching.

Your mouth went dry and you internally scolded yourself as you remembered who this man was, disgusted at yourself for even allowing those thoughts- those images to come to mind.

You didn’t know what came over you the first night he came to your cell, predatory eyes scanning over your slim figure as his hands tightly held onto his vest. Hell- he didn’t even know what he was doing.

He felt like he had already failed his mission the second he realized that he- no, his body was attracted to you. Your figure was slim and lean with just the right amount of muscle and the perfect amount of fat in all the right places.

He couldn’t help it. I mean, he gets bought back in a whole new much younger body, of course his hormones are everywhere. He felt like a horny teenager all over again.

He knew it was so wrong being in your room for this reason. You’re his targets oldest kid for fucks sake. But the second he had you on your knees, the side of your face pushed into the soft mattress beneath you and your hands held tightly behind your back while one of his it all felt so right.

You were the perfect stress relief. The perfect distraction. He guessed that's why he would find himself walking towards your cell almost every night, his cock throbbing painfully hard inside of his pants.

The events from earlier today had him especially stressed. Him and his team had gone out into the forest, this time without Spider. Big Mistake. They had almost gotten lost a countless amount of times and had a bad run in with a Thanator.

One of his soldiers was injured, not too severely but enough to be put in the hospital wing for a decent amount of time, definitely putting him at least a couple days behind on his mission.

However, all of that stress seemingly disappeared as soon as he rubbed his pink tip against your wet cunt before pushing inside of your tight hole, relishing in the way you suck him in so perfectly. You were always so good for him on nights like these, so obedient.

You didn't know why you would succumb to him every time. Maybe it was the fact that you were equally as horny, desperate for release. Or maybe it was the fact that you were slightly attracted to the man.

Whatever the reason was, you didn't really care. Especially when he’s pumping in and out of you this fast, his cock filling you up so perfectly that you’re starting to think it was made just for you.

Your heels dug into his shoulder blades as his hand found its placement on your knees, helping to hold our legs up. You didn't even know what to do with your own hands as they gripped the bed sheets above your head, your moans getting choked up in your throat with each rough thrust he gives you.

There was no denying that Miles was rough and relentless when endorsed in intercourse, well at least with you he was. You weren't complaining though, no. You secretly loved the way he would tug on your hair, the way he would switch up between praising and degrading you, a perfect mix of both.

His voice was always rough and demanding, authoritative would be the best way to describe it. And excitement filled your body every time he would speak, making your pussy clench harder around his thick cock. “Such a good girl, hm? Sweet girl.” He would murmur, one of his hands moving to wrap around your throat.

Your hands instinctively move to wrap around his wrist, but still not making any effort to tug his hand away as your nails now dig into his skin instead of the soft bedding beneath you.

“Fff-uck!” You curse, struggling to get any words or noises out as his hand wraps harder around your throat, almost restricting any air from entering as you lightly gasp. With your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head and every now and then fluttering closed you mewl, hips bucking upwards to match his merciless thrusts.

There's a low growl that emits from his throat, his hand unwrapping from your throat before he grabs your waist with both hands, lifting you up off his cock as you unhook your legs from over his shoulders.

You let out a pathetic whine at the feeling of being so empty, the pressure that had just started building up in your abdomen already lost. Miles lifts you upright as if you're some ragdoll. Some toy just for him to play with when he's bored. And maybe that's really just what you are to him, a dumb slutty toy.

Now straddling his lap as the both of you sit on your knees, you grind against him, your wet cunt gliding smoothly against his cock. Your hands wrap around his neck, dainty fingers running through his buzzed hair before finding the base of his queue and wrapping around it.

“So needy aren't you, doll? Always being such a little fuckin’ whore.” And with his harsh words he lifts you up by your hips, roughly slamming you back down on his cock.

You cry out, nails scratching and clawing at his back, surely leaving stinging red marks. The sudden penetration was painful, taking you by surprise as your body stiffened.

Miles let out a quiet hiss, one of his hands tightening its grip on your hip as the other grabs a fustful of your braids and roughly tugs. Tears cloud your vision as the stinging pain in your scalp replaces the throbbing pain in your pussy, your teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip.

Suppressing a moan, you bite down on your plump lip harder, eyes staring up at him. You didn't want to admit it but you didn't mind the pain, it was pleasurable even.

A guilty feeling brews in your stomach as you’re reminded of all the pain that this man has bought your family, your people. However, that feeling is forgotten almost as soon as his hips bucked upwards, cock burying impossibly deep inside of you before he lifts you up to pull out again, continuously slamming you down on him.

Your mind was numb. Silent. You couldn't think of anything except for the way his length slid in and out of you so deliciously, a wet clapping noise echoing around the room every time you bounced back down on his dick.

His grip on your hair loosened, allowing you to tilt your head back down and face him. Your mouth is hung wide open, breathy moans and whines escaping, worming their way out of your sore throat.

That familiar pressure in your lower stomach begins to build up, encouraging you to bounce harder, Miles’ hand still holding your plush hip as he guides you up and down. A series of moans leaves your mouth, followed by a few curses here and there.

Miles can tell you're getting close by the way your cunt is clenching around him. He lets out a groan of his own, watching your flushed face as he fucks you. “You close, girl?” He questions almost pridefully.

With another whine you shake your head, denying what's true as to save yourself from the humiliation that's soon to come.

He lets out a gruff chuckle, grip tightening on your hip. “Yeah you are. I know you are.” I can tell by the way your pretty pussy is gripping me even tighter. Miles thinks to himself, smirking slightly as his eyes drift down to where his cock is ruthlessly fucking you.

“Please- please just let me come!” You plead, speaking with a heavy accent in English in hopes that that will help convince him to let you have your release. Miles always liked when you spoke in his mother tongue.

“Please what?” His words are harsher than intended, sharp and demanding.

Sucking up your pride you answer. “Please sir.. I need to come!” You sucked in a breath of air, on the verge of snapping and finally feeling your blissful climax.

“Fuckin’ wait. You’re so fuckin’ impatient.” And as his hand tugs your hair once again and his cock begins to twitch inside of you, you can tell that he's close as well. Miles isn't one to give. You know that for a fact. He just takes and takes, not leaving anything else for others.

And that's exactly what he does to you. With a long strangled groan he stills inside of you, tip pushing against your cervix as he spills his hot load inside of you.

“Nooo-” You pathetically whine out, tears finally leaving your eyes and sliding down your cheeks as you lose your upcoming orgasm completely. Trying desperately to move off of his cock you choke out a sob, hair now freed from his grasp as both of his hands are now gripping your waist, sure to leave marks.

Eventually you give up, falling forwards to rest your head on his shoulder, getting over the fact that he just came inside of you. There's nothing you can do about it now other than pray to Eywa that his seed doesn't take.

“Fuckin’ shit-” Finally Miles lifts you up and pulls out of you, coming down from his high as you weakly sit on the bed infront of him with a pout. “Why didn’t you let me come?” Your eyes look up into his as your brows furrow in frustration.

Your stare follows him as he stands, watching as his back muscles flex before the red scratch marks on his back momentarily catch your attention. You can feel his come slowly ooze out of your hole as you continue to wait for his reply, still kneeling on the soft bed.

“Next time.” He nods, pulling his pants up and not even bothering to put his shirt back on as he holds it in his hand, hurriedly leaving your cell.

Your anger grows at that, brows furrowing even further as the crease between them deepens. He said that same exact thing last time, yet he still didn't let you come. What a skxawng. Getting up with trembling legs you grab your loincloth and beaded top, the same clothes you've been wearing for the time you've been here.

With a sigh you finish dressing yourself, fixing up your bedding before plopping down on your back, hands resting on the top of your head as you wait for the other uniltìrantokx to come and pleasure you in ways that Miles Quaritch never could.

[nesaluvstherecoms]

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Mentions of male and female Na’vi reproductive cycles, combat training, light injuries, semi-animalistic instincts, pheromone induced arousal, male masturbation, perv Miles?, erotic fantasies (includes: sexual intercourse, breeding, dirty talk), masturbation with inanimate objects, light angst.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕: 𝐆𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say to me?” Y/N presses, eyebrows raised at the female scientists as they stand in front of the check up bed in the medical wing, where the Recom is currently sat on. The women squeeze their eyes shut for a moment at the General’s reaction, embarrassment creeping up their necks.

“Ma’am please, let’s keep this professional-“

“Professional? You lost that the second you compared me to a horny animal.” Y/N replies, arms now crossed under her bust.

“That’s not what we said ma’am, please listen to us.” The same woman continues, a faint, frustrated blush on her face as she tries to make the Recom in front of her understand.

“As you and the rest of the Recombinants continue to develop, your bodies are fully waking up. It’s a natural part of the Na’vi reproductive cycle, to go into your heat-

“Oh my god, there you go again with that word. I am NOT going to go into heat. I’m not a fucking animal!”

The scientist woman clenches her jaw, taking a deep breath to ground herself while the other two women, her assistants, exchange worried glances behind her.

It’s been several months, getting closer to a year since the Recoms first boarded on Pandora. The science and health department has been monitoring their wellbeing for quite a long time. Through the most recent blood analyses, slight changes in their behavior, and changes in the reactions of their bodies like sweating more, enhanced senses etc., it is clear to the scientists that they can not avoid what they have been avoiding for this long. The hormone blockers that they doused them with in their amnio tanks, when they were still developing, are wearing off. The Recombinants are getting closer and closer to their reproductive cycles. However, because they were filled with hormone blockers since before coming to life, the department is concerned about the intensity of these cycles. They have not come up with a solution yet, however the Recoms have recently been put under intense supervision. After weeks of analysis and different check ups, the scientists have decided that it’s time to inform them of their own situation.

That’s why they are being called into the medical examination rooms one by one, with male scientists explaining it for the male Recoms and female scientists for the female Recoms. It was supposed to be an easy task, however it turned out differently than what they had expected. As Y/N sits there on the examination bed, arms crossed under her chest and neck deep in denial, the woman in front of her is getting frustrated. If Y/N doesn’t understand what’s happening to her body, then things will get complicated for everyone.

“General L/N, please, for the love of God listen to me.” She speaks up calmly after moments of deep breaths, trying not to run out of patience. Y/N rolls her golden eyes, uncrossing her arms to use them to lean back, long tail flicking next to her nonchalantly.

“We are not saying that you will lose control and turn into an animal in heat. You are misunderstanding. Just like when you were a human, as a Recombinant you also have a reproductive cycle. As I explained it to you before; you were fed certain hormone blockers in your amnio tank that prevented your reproductive cycle from functioning normally. But now these hormone blockers are wearing off, and your body is trying to adapt. The problem is that it’s going from one extreme to another, firstly having no hormones to work with, and now starting to get bombarded with those of a nearly twenty one year old Na’vi, which are very strong hormones. We are concerned that when your cycle gets to ovulation week, your behavior and the reactions of your body will change significantly. Again, not saying that you will lose your mind, don’t get me wrong, just saying that you will undergo changes that are too intense even for yourself. That’s what we mean by heat. It’s not literally heat like an animal’s, it’s just the ovulation part of your cycle, stronger than a human’s but weaker than an animal’s.”

Y/N sits there, listening to this woman with displeasure plastered all over her pretty face. She doesn’t like this conversation. Not one bit. She’s being talked to like a child who’s going through puberty.

“With that being said, what we want from you is to monitor the changes of your own body and behavior because we cannot be there with you 24/7. You should keep a note in mind and tell them to us in your next check up. Alongside that, we would like you to take these pills.” The woman continues, turning her medical swivel stool around and sliding away to grab a prescription bottle from the counter behind her, that’s filled with medical and lab equipment. Y/N raises a brow as she slides the stool back in front of the Recom, bringing the prescription bottle up to her.

“What are they?” She asks, eyeing the orange color of the object.

“They are light hormone blockers. We do not want you and the rest of the Recombinants to experience a very intense heat for your first time. Therefore we are prescribing you these blockers to water down the intensity of your ovulation. And we’re prescribing your male Recombinants blockers to reduce their testosterone levels. This goes for all of you.” The doctor in front of her explains. Y/N watches the bottle for a few seconds, not moving even though the woman is waiting for her to grab it from her hand.

“No, thanks.”

The three scientists in white lab coats turn to look at her with wide eyes, confused. Y/N puts on an unamused expression before continuing.

“I don’t need your hormone blockers. I will not fuck with the balance of my own body by taking them. You all fucked us up by putting these hormone blockers in our amnio tanks in the first place, and now even though you’re “concerned” for the misbalance of our reproductive cycles, you tell us to take them again? What kind of logic is that?” She replies, her significantly larger body already moving to stand up. The woman’s eyes in front of her widen further, panic setting in.

“Please, General L/N, you don’t understand!” She starts saying, but Y/N is already on her feet as her combat boots start heading for the door. Her ears remain folded back in annoyance, long tail flicking behind her to mirror the irritation.

“Without a mate, the intensity of your ovulation will harm you-“

“I’m done with this conversation. I’ll come to your next checkups and I’ll take a note of the changes in me, but I’m not taking those pills.”

And with that, the door slides closed in the doctor’s face behind her, and the Recom is gone. The scientist stands there, prescription bottle in hand, as she stares dumbfounded at the dull surface of the metal and lets out a deep sigh, squeezing her eyes shut. One of her assistants stands up from the medical swivel chair she was sat in, and walks up to her, turning to look at the side of her head.

“Do you want me to try explaining it to her again?”

The woman shakes her head, opening her eyes to turn around, and putting the orange prescription bottle back on the counter where it was before.

“No, it’s fine. She’ll be back for them, eventually.”

“Move yer fucking arse, if we were in combat I would’ve sent you back to God seven times already!”

Miles’ breathing is heavy, saffron eyes focused on the male Recom in front of him as he clutches a dull combat knife. Riley returns the stare, glaring hard enough to burn a hole through wood, as both men circle each other, steps slow and calculated while their tails swish behind them slowly. Miles’ body is covered in a thick layer of sweat, dripping down his partially healed face and falling on the training room floor below. It slides down his bare chest in droplets, between his pecs and down his firm abs. His short black hair sticks to his drenched forehead, poking the skin uncomfortably. A week has passed. A week since that cursed meeting occurred. And here he is, panting and struggling for his life against someone who’s lower in rank than him. This is so fucking embarrassing.

Riley strikes forward, swiftly handling the combat knife to slice Miles’ right ribs, but the other Recom quickly dodges, missing the weapon by a hair strand. He clutches his own knife, preparing to counterattack, and just as he’s about to, Riley’s combat boot collides harshly against the side of his right knee, and Miles soon finds himself on the floor, staring up at the other man in shock.

“Pay attention to your fucking legs! They’re the foundation of your body! Ground them firmly on the floor so you don’t end up arse first on the ground with one bloody kick!”

Miles clenches his jaw, staring up at the Lieutenant. God, he’s fucking unbearable.

Riley scoffs, his long tail flicking behind him in annoyance. He walks a few steps, circling Miles’ form on the floor, his piercing amber eyes narrowing down at him. Miles follows him with his own narrowed pupils, staring up at the Lieutenant’s large form. Even for a Recom, Riley is large. His body looms over the humans, Avatars and some of the other Recombinants. His muscles are hard, firm and bulky, arms covered in sleeve tattoos with massive biceps and large pecs that even Lyle expresses jealousy over sometimes. And not only are his muscles scary to look at, but they’re much harder to fight against. Throughout this entire week’s training, Miles has been able to land three hits total, and Riley is getting impatient. As Miles has come to learn, Jones is very aggressive in his training. Not only physically but verbally as well. He yells and cusses like Miles’ old drill instructors when his predecessor was just a young recruit. And besides tearing him down with his use of profanity (in his British accent which in Miles’ opinion is even worse), he shows no mercy in his attacks as well. Since Miles is a Colonel, Jones did not see the need to hold back on him like he does with the recruits. That’s what happened the first three days anyway. After almost stabbing Quaritch over fifty times those three days, he realized that he does indeed need to take it down a notch, at least until the Colonel becomes better in combat. They switched the real combat knives for training ones, and put on boxing hand wraps. But yet, he’s still brutal, using nearly all of the force in his powerful muscles to hit him, while not wasting a single opportunity to let Quaritch know how useless he is, as he batters and bruises him.

But for Miles, even though Jones’ behavior pisses him off immensely, his training is actually of really high quality. You can tell by his sharp reflexes and the sheer control he has on his body alone, how much expertise and experience he has in combat. His moves are immensely fast, calculated and precise, always hitting their target effectively and dealing great damage in the process. If Miles would’ve fought Sully with this amount of skill, he would’ve killed him easily no doubt. Guess this is the level of an elite special operator.

However, even though Miles can get over Riley’s yelling and belittling in favor of getting quality training, there’s one thing he cannot get over no matter how hard he tries. And that’s the scent that seeps from the other Recom’s striped blue skin. His scent is masculine, a sweet, soft musk with pheromones that attract a lot of attention. To humans and to some of the female Avatars & Recoms, Riley actually smells very enticing. But to the rest of the male Na’vi on base; whether that be Avatar or Recombinant, this scent is not as pleasant. Matter of fact, the more Miles remains in Riley’s presence, the worse the scent gets. Not that it smells bad, but the way it fills his nasal cavity, blocking his airflow, is aggravating him more and more.

Riley’s fragrance is thick in Miles’ feline nose. It’s filled with masculine pheromones that irritate the shit out of him, and he wants it gone. And by the way that Riley is staring back at him, jaw clenched and breaths short, it seems like Miles’ own scent has the same effect on the Recom Lieutenant. Matter of fact a few minutes ago he had walked away mid fight to open the windows of the training room fully, nearly tearing them off their hinges as he let the Pandoran air flow inside, the ventilation not having been enough. Miles was in fact very grateful for that, as it faded greatly the scent in the air. But now as he stands up from the floor and starts circling with Riley again, a few feet away from each other while clutching the dull combat knives, his scent fills his nose yet another time.

Riley is in no better shape. Miles’ own scent is so overpowering, musky, with strong pheromones that reek of testosterone. Not only is he annoyed with the Colonel’s skills in combat, but he has to deal with his fucking smell too. And the worst part is, he shares the living quarters with seven other pheromone-filled male Recombinants, who also reek of testosterone and musk. Just the thought of going home after this training session and being hit with seven times the male essence that he’s inhaling now, makes his stomach twist uncomfortably. Although… Scott’s scent isn’t actually that bad-

Miles has lunged forward, quickly swinging his arm backwards into a sharp motion that for sure will let him drag the blade into a thin line across Riley’s face. But Y/N’s Second Lieutenant remains quicker. He immediately steps back, leaning backwards to dodge it effectively, with his fists balled up. As soon as Miles’ arm goes into motion, Riley’s sharp eyes catch sight of his now vulnerable stomach. Powering the muscles of his strong tattooed arm, he sends a short, quick and sharp punch on it, that knocks the air out of Quaritch’s lungs immediately. The other Recom releases a choked gasp, the momentum of the swing he had on his arm breaking. Riley then places the same hand he used to hit him with on the middle of his chest, pushing him away firmly and Miles stumbles back several steps until he catches his balance again. There’s a sharp pain in the very back, bottom of his throat, his gag reflex having been triggered with Jones’ punch to his stomach.

“You’re slow. Extremely slow. You can’t dodge or hit effectively without taking some form of damage yourself. We need to work on your bloody agility.” Riley growls, throwing his training combat knife up slightly so it can make a full 360 degree turn in the air before falling back in his palm, a habit he has picked up over the years. Miles straightens up his posture, staring back at him with his lips pressed in a thin line.

“I’m just tired.” He argues as he clutches his own knife, his tail flicking behind him in annoyance.

“Tired?” Riley frowns back with his voice raising in tone and his eyes pinning Quaritch’s form down. “What’s tiredness got to do with this? You fight when the fucking necessity arises, no matter how tired you are! NOW FIGHT!”

And with that, Riley takes a spacious step forward, his long legs allowing him to reach Miles’ space with only a stride, before he too swings his knife in the same cutting motion. This time, Miles manages to dodge, again by just a hair strand, before he thrusts his own arm forward to try and jab the knife into Riley’s ribs. But Riley immediately blocks it with his elbow, forcing Miles’ hand away, before his other arm comes up to throw a punch in the Colonel’s face. Miles ducks, effectively missing the incoming punch but just as he’s about to throw one of his own, a sharp pain pierces his side. He grunts, looking down to see that Riley has quickly but forcefully jabbed the handle of his training combat knife into his side, surely having left a painful bruise. Riley then quickly shoves Miles back with a surprisingly soft kick to his stomach, creating distance between the two of them and sending the Colonel stumbling back with a grunt.

“As I said: slow.” The Recom Lieutenant comments condescendingly, his amber eyes judgmentally staring down at Quaritch. Miles clenches his jaw, glaring up at him as he presses his palm against the newly forming painful bruise on his side. This is going to be another long and exhausting training session.

There’s a bunch of things that Y/N dislikes about her Na’vi body. Like her tail, flicking around and hitting humans in the face everywhere she goes. Or her neural whip, which sends the most nerve wrecking throbs into her head every time it’s slightly harmed. But over the months, she has come to like and cherish the traits of her new body, even if she still finds them alien. However, Y/N hates every fucking thing about this cursed cycle. One week, one fucking week, and she’s already losing it. Her body feels on fire, the heat so intense that she isn’t able to fill her lungs with air. Her form is sweating profusely, her military tank top uncomfortably tight and damp against her striped cerulean skin. She feels like her body is maintaining a constant layer of heat around her, feeling like steam is emerging from her pores. But at least, luckily for her, she doesn’t feel any… needs… yet. Just this god forsaken heat. She doesn’t even know why. One day she was fine and dandy, and the next she’s sweating like a racehorse. By this point, she has removed her carrier plate, her tactical jacket, her gloves, the gear from her modular shooter’s belt, and has unwrapped the military-grade black adhesive camo tape from her long tail. The exposed skin feels much better under the cool air of the base, but it’s nowhere near enough to suppress the heat.

Her steps are long and hurried as she walks in the direction of the medical wing. The halls are deserted, with people having gone back to their dorms or quarters after the end of the workday. It’s 8PM as Y/N speed walks quickly through the building. The medical examination rooms should be closed for the day but the emergency wing is for sure active. After suffering this awful heat for two days straight, Y/N can’t take it anymore, especially with the amount of gear she has to wear all day, every day. She thought long and hard about having to take the hormone blockers that that doctor scientist prescribed her a week ago, and she came to the conclusion that if they lessen this goddamn heat, then she will have no choice but to take them.

She frowns as she keeps walking through the halls. It’s not even ovulation week, and this heat is already unbearable. A shudder rakes down her spine at the thought of how much worse that week could feel like. Fuck these animalistic Na’vi genes. When she signed that Project Phoenix contract no one had told her predecessor that for one week of every month she would be overcome with the unbearable carnal need to get dicked down. The worst part about it is that she even researched before signing it, and none of those books had anything in them about this “heat” part of the Na’vi reproductive cycle. Matter of fact none of those books had anything in them about any reproductive cycles. Research her ass. What do they even pay these scientists for if they’re gonna write half-ass informative books? And now here she is; breathless and sweating bullets, having to face the absolute fucking embarrassment of telling those humans that she needs her hormone blockers, because her body is preparing to want to be treated like a common brothel whore. Disgusting.

A new wave of scorching heat washes over Y/N. She almost cries out at the frustrating intensity of the temperature that overcomes her body, hotter than anything she has experienced these past two days. Her jaw clenches tightly, teeth pressed hard against each other, holding in the urge to release a cry of frustration. Her RDA standard-issued military tank top dampens even more with the new wave of sweat that soaks into it, feeling uncomfortably hot and sticky against her skin. Her throat closes up briefly, blocking her airflow. She grabs onto her Recom Breather desperately and brings up the mask to take the deepest inhale of carbon dioxide she has ever taken in her life.

“Fuck.” She breathes out in frustration, keeping the mask on her face for a few more seconds before putting it down, and clasping it against her belt again. Her body now feels worse, like there’s an open source of heat burning from inside herself. Her tail swings fast behind her, as if crying out at the discomfort. Immediately she grabs onto the end of her tank top, elegant fingers digging into the fabric before pulling it up and over her head in a quick and desperate motion. As soon as it’s out of her arms, she lets it drop on the hallway floor, closing her eyes at the cool air that hits the now exposed toned stomach, back and cleavage. Fuck that feels a bit better.

Y/N forgets about the fabric she just discarded as she continues walking faster towards the emergency wing, now in only her tactical pants, boots and bra. Her jaw is tense, cropped ears folded back and golden eyes searching angrily for the entrance of the facility. She needs those fucking hormone blockers. Immediately.

。。。

Miles pants like a dog, still catching his breath after that gruesome training, even though Riley left twenty minutes ago. He remains laying down in a starfish position on the training room floor, staring up at the ceiling as he fills his lungs with air. His heartbeat is still fast, the organ pumping blood rapidly through his exhausted body, deoxygenating its cells. His broad chest moves up and down with each breath, filling his lungs fast to get as much CO2 in his blood as needed. Fuck. That was intense. Jones had yet again beat his ass, as he has been doing for the past week. That damn cocky brit bastard. He hadn’t even spared a glance his way as he mumbled a “Tomorrow, sixteen hundred.” before grabbing his military jacket and walking away, leaving Miles breathless and exhausted on the training room floor, with new bruises littering his body.

Miles clenches his abs, lifting his upper body from the floor and sitting up, leaving behind a large sweat print of his back, while his bruised arms come up to wrap around his knees. His tail swishes slowly behind him on the black floor mat. He lowers his head and stretches his long fingers, clenching and unclenching his fists to feel around for any pain in his knuckles, and to see if the boxing wraps are still tight and fitted on his large hands. He had never tried these wraps before. When he had walked into this training room, the day after that meeting on the Holofloor, he was quite impressed at the amount of quality training equipment provided for the Recoms. Since he and his team had switched training in Bridgehead for training in the forest, he did not have a clue about any other facilities provided for them, except for the private gym that his team had. That was the only place in base that they frequented regularly.

He clenches and unclenches his fists again, his sharp eyes trailing over his hands. A deep sigh threatens to come out of his chest as he remembers that the day is not over, matter of fact he has so much more work to do. That report is proving to be a whole other pain in his ass. He remembers a good part of the Manual and Handbook, so he’s not having much trouble going over them, but the fact that he has to rack his brain to find each rule and regulation that he broke is really bothering him. Imagine then having to write whole paragraphs of explanations and reflections for them. He frowns at the thought. That damn woman, reducing him to this as if he’s an elementary school kid who has been punished with writing “I will be good.” one hundred times. At the pace he’s going, this report alone will take him at least two months to complete. He has to act faster. The sooner he is done with these damn punishments, the sooner he can get back on the field. He just needs to do everything according to the Major General’s liking. He has been a military man for long enough, he knows how to get on a General’s good side. She might be pissy right now because of what happened at the Three Brothers, but she will surely pipe down. When that happens, he can easily charm her, like he did with Ardmore. Surely, it will be easy work for him. He knows how to stroke a woman’s tail after all.

His throat bobs, swallowing down a fat glob of dehydrated spit that has pooled in his mouth. That General… She’s quite different from Ardmore. While Ardmore is calm and indifferent, L/N seems cocky, arrogant and clearly full of herself. The way she acted a week ago, dismissing people like they were trash littering her base, walking around like she owns and pays for the place, and condescendingly staring down at him and Lyle like they were just some other savages that stepped in her space. Miles’ lips press into a thin line at the thought. His brows furrow and he glares down at the floor mat below him. He had met plenty of military officers who looked down on him during his career, however this woman was by far the worst. She had no respect for his rank as she spoke to him, treating him like she would treat any other amateur soldier, in front of Ardmore and a two story hall full of people no less. The audacity.

With a grunt of effort, Miles stands up from the floor mat of the training room, hopping on his feet. It’s been a week now since he has started wearing combat boots and full tactical pants again. Because of the amount of time he spent barefoot, the new footwear and fabric on his sheens and calves feels very uncomfortable. It’s tight, harder to move in, and it leads his feet and legs therefore his body to overheat. But he has no choice but to get used to it again.

He walks over to one of the benches from the row placed against the east wall of the training room, where he has set down his personal backpack. Bending down, he grabs his large Recom-sized water bottle and towel, bringing them both up. Another thing he discovered besides the Recom facilities in Bridgehead, were the equipment and gadgets provided for them. (Well except for the ones he already knew about.) Like the water bottle he’s currently holding. The hydration bottles for the Recombinants are large, even for them. That’s so they can have a large amount of water without having to duck into human facilities to refill their bottles. They’re made with stainless steel, they’re triple layered insulated and the most useful thing for Miles is the bottle’s spout which has an open mouth with a built in straw, giving him the option to either chug or sip from it.

He pops open the lock of the water bottle to reveal the spout, before bringing it up to his mouth and putting it between his lips. His striped cheeks hollow as he tilts the bottle up and chugs down the much needed water, finally providing some relief to his dry mouth and throat as he gulps. Miles continuously drinks nearly two thirds of the bottle, before setting it down with a satisfied sigh and locking the cap over the spout. He places it in his backpack before unwrapping the thick white towel in his other hand, and bringing the fabric to his drenched skin so it can soak up the sweat his body has produced for the past six hours. He carefully drags it on his face and head before moving it down to his neck and chest, his tail moving behind him at the soothing motion.

Another thing that bothers Miles about Riley is that he doesn’t let him drink water or take breaks longer than five minutes during those six hours of training. He argues that he wants to strengthen Miles’ durability, because in battle you don’t have time to take a break or quench your thirst (debatable, considering the hydration packs on their backs), but man is it a pain in the ass. Especially after just starting to somewhat recover from his injuries.

After soaking up all of the sweat on his body with the towel, he places it behind his neck, letting the sides hang around it. He zips his backpack shut before throwing it over his right shoulder, the rustle of fabric echoing through the now empty training room. Prior to leaving, he walks over to the windows, taking one last deep breath of fresh air before closing and locking them. He shuts off the lights, plunging the training room in darkness, and walks right out the doors, letting them slide closed behind him.

Miles’ steps echo loudly through the empty halls of the building, even though he’s not walking firmly. His eyelids feel heavy, the exhaustion of the past six hours setting in as he continues walking through the SecOps facility. To get to the Deja Blu dorms, which are almost entirely empty now that his team is gone, he must find his way to the main hall, a large, open corridor that connects most of the departments in this part of Bridgehead. He really wants to just go to his quarters, take a shower and head to bed. He desperately needs sleep. Maybe he should postpone that report, work on it tomorrow…

He suddenly stops in his tracks, the echo of his footsteps dissipating with his halt. Turning to look around, Miles’ sharp eyes widen slightly, as his cropped ears raise up in interest. His sensitive feline nose has picked up something that has caught his attention, immediately clearing all the sleep away from his brain. His long tail swishes behind him curiously, as he tries to figure out what he’s picking up. There’s a very faint scent in the air, something that smells so damn good, piquing his interest strongly. His eyes roam around, trying to process what’s happening. His jaw clenches, and he swallows. What’s going on? Why is he suddenly so hyper focused on a scent in the air?

Not being able to help himself, he sniffs around lightly, taking in focused breaths to try and figure out where it’s coming from. His feet start moving on their own, following the information that is being picked up by the sharp V1R receptors in his nasal cavity. With now faster steps, he starts walking through the empty hallways again, now taking a different route. Continuing to focus on sniffing for the scent, he moves hurriedly, taking multiple turns through the corridors of the building, until he finds himself in the medical wing. The more he walks, the stronger the fragrance in the air gets, filling his airways nicely and making it easier for him to follow. Fuck. It smells so good. It’s so…. enticing…

With a final turn, he stops in his tracks. The intensity of the scent in the air is high, blocking his airflow in the best possible way. He lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes as he takes a deep inhale. He can tell what it is now. Pheromones. Female pheromones to be more precise. But Recombinant or Avatar, he can’t tell. His mouth starts salivating, pooling and dripping down the sides of his tongue as he swallows it down, opening his eyes again. With his tail swishing behind him, he looks around, trying to figure out where his feet have taken him. Isn’t this the hallway that leads to the emergency wing? What’s going on here? Suddenly his sharp eyes catch something on the floor, a patch of forest green color that doesn’t match the dullness of the hallways of Bridgehead. His head lowers, ears folding back in confusion as he looks down at the floor. A military tank top? Why is there a random piece of clothing on the floor, in the middle of a hallway no less? If there was such a rush to remove someone’s clothing for an emergency, there would be much more noise coming from the emergency wing. But quite the opposite, it’s dead silent, the only sounds in the corridor being those of his now heavier breathing.

His feet are a bit hesitant as he takes a few steps forward, towards the fabric. He bends his massive frame down, reaching out for it. His large hand grasps the piece of clothing before he straightens up again, bringing it up with him. His tail is now fully raised up in interest as he stares at the fabric in his hand. It’s damp, and still warm. Unbeknownst to him, his pupils have dilated, now larger as the concentration of female pheromones in his nose completely fills his entire head. It’s this. This tank top is where the scent is most prominent. He swallows down again, staring down at it for a few more seconds, before slowly raising it up and pressing it against the flat pinkish tip of his feline nose, inhaling.

Immediately, a hot rush of pressurized blood travels down his body, washing down his crotch in an intense wave. He lets out a groan at the sudden pleasurable sensation, forgetting that he’s in the middle of a hallway, as he holds the tank top against his sensitive nose harder. His cock completely pops out of his sheath folds, pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs and forming a bulge beneath his tactical pants. Miles’ mouth salivates uncontrollably at the mind blowing fragrance that rushes through his entire nasal cavity. His eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow, as he deeply inhales the scent that emits from the forest green fabric clutched between his fingers. It smells so fucking enticing, keeping a hot rush of blood flowing through his dick, making it twitch in his pants. It’s so similar to the one he jerked off to a few days after he had just woken up for the first time. Yes, yes that’s it. It’s that specific scent!

His eyes snap wide open as a sudden wave of wetness seeps into his boxer briefs. With his ears folded back, he panics, thinking that he just creamed his pants, and immediately unbuckles his tactical belt and pulls the zipper of his camo pants down. His thumb hooks under the elastic band of his boxer briefs and pulls it away from him, allowing his eyes to peak down at the hardened thick cock between his legs. The light purplish head of his length is leaking a copious amount of precum into the fabric that it’s confined in, forming a considerable wet patch in the process. Miles lets go of the elastic to slide the same hand underneath his boxer briefs. His large palm wraps around his thick shaft, giving it a tight and pleasurable squeeze. He moans softly as the sensation courses through the genital, the sound echoing through the empty halls. His cock is sensitive, leaking another wave of precum under the touch and he squeezes his eyes shut. The Recom slides his hand out of his boxers, letting the elastic band fall back into place, before he zips up his camo pants but leaves his belt unbuckled. His long fingers clutch onto the fabric in his hand tightly, as a few drops of sweat form on his temple. He brings it up to his face again, taking another deep inhale and letting his eyes roll back at the scent that fills his head once more. His mouth salivates further, cock twitching desperately in his pants.

Noises emerge from the emergency wing, footsteps following shortly after. His head snaps up, amber eyes widening in caution as his heartbeat quickens in his chest. Someone’s coming. He needs to head to his room. Now.

Miles is no stranger to masturbation. Matter of fact, he used it a lot as a way to overcome his insomnia the first few months of waking up as a Recombinant. The rush, the pleasure and the fatigue it gave him when draining his balls empty was everything he needed to fall asleep soundly. But as things in his life started changing rapidly week by week, he stopped. Didn’t even cross his mind once. However, the position he currently finds himself in, threw all of that self control out of the window.

Miles is laying on his back on the bed, completely naked and with his thick thighs spread. His feet are planted on the mattress below him, and his large right palm is wrapped impossibly tight around the fat, veiny shaft between his legs. No lube or spit is needed as thick precum leaks from the slit of his penis, wetting down his cock and providing filthy squelching sounds with each jerk.

“Fuck.” Is the only grunt that manages to come out of his salivating mouth, as he inhales deeply the scent that emits from the fabric pressed tightly against his sensitive feline nose. His room is dark, the only light coming from the large window that faces the monotone landscape of Bridgehead. With eclipse having fallen hours ago, the beautiful night sky is illuminated with the array of stars and constellations that decorate the Alpha Centauri System, casting light in his room and over his form, as he indulges in his filthy, perverted self-pleasure.

A soft moan escapes Miles’ throat as he inhales again. His arm rapidly works to pump his solid hard cock, eyes closed in concentration and brows furrowed in pleasure. The muscles of his abdomen are tense, clenched under the pleasure he’s providing himself with, while his heavy balls jerk upwards with each tug of his dick.

Fuck it smells so damn good. It smells so enticing, inviting him to come over and force a horny bitch underneath him, before stuffing his cock into her hot, ready to be bred cunt. The pheromones that are soaked into the dark green fabric of the tank top have awakened every single breeding instinct within his brain, immediately rushing hot blood into his length to prepare it for impregnation. His head is dizzy in lust, intoxicated by the scent of female essence and the thought of milking his cock with a tight, drenched pussy.

Another light moan leaves the base of his throat at the thought, his deep and raspy voice echoing through the silence of the room and the claps of his hand fisting his cock rapidly. He takes another deep inhale, pressing the tank top harder against his face as if trying to inhale the piece of clothing itself. With his amber eyes squeezed shut, it’s easy for him to fantasize in his head the image of him fucking into a hot, horny female Na’vi. Her blue, striped skin is drenched in sweat, secreting out the same pheromones that are soaked into the fabric against his face. He’s taking her doggy style, large dick wrapped in the hot velvety walls of her cunt as he plows into her from behind like there’s no tomorrow. She moans like a whore as she arches her back for him, her tail raising up in pleasure as he grabs it by the base to use as a handle so he can stuff his cock in deeper. Her plush asscheeks recoil each time his lower abdomen comes down on them with loud claps, echoing like music to his ears.

“Fuck my cunt, please! Stuff it to the brim with your hot cum and breed me!!” The faceless woman below him pleads with a horny moan, moving her ass back to meet his heavy thrusts.

Back to reality, Miles grunts loudly, eyes still squeezed shut to prevent his mind from losing the filthy image in his head. Immediately he pulls his upper body to sit up, turning around impatiently to grab one of his large Recom-sized pillows on his bed. He moves himself on his knees, opening his eyes as his long tail raises behind him in an excited high arch. Maneuvering the pillow in front of him, he makes short work of it as he folds it in half. His large hands bring it closer to himself, until the bulbous, leaking head of his cock touches between the folded sides. He moves his right hand down to grasp it, giving a few tight pumps before sticking his hips forward and sliding it in between the fluffy sides of the pillow. With a horny moan he grabs the pheromone drenched tank top again, putting it in front of him on the mattress. This time he leans forward, his stomach and chest resting over the pillow as he holds himself up on his elbows and knees. Wasting no time, he smashes his face against the tank top on his sheets, nuzzling the clothing with his muzzle before his hips start thrusting, fat cock fucking into the fluffy headrest below him. His eyes squeeze shut again, mind going back to his fantasy. This time he has leaned forward on his elbows above her sweaty, naked frame, still in doggy as his firm stomach and chest press against her toned back. Her soft ass is mushed against his lower abdomen, cushioning his hips nicely as he fucks into her hot, drenched pussy. Instead of the fabric against his face, he imagines that it’s the crook of her neck; the part where her pheromones are more prominent, as it secretes more sweat with the heat that has enveloped her.

“Ohhh yes~” She moans out beneath him, her vice tight cunt gripping onto his fat cock for dear life as he splits it apart. Miles grunts, increasing his pace before his wet tongue darts out to lick at her neck, tasting her sweat off her skin. The saliva that has overfilled his mouth drips down on the fabric against his face, forming a dark wet patch as he licks a long broad stripe on it before taking that part of the cloth into his mouth. Another filthy moan resonates from his throat as the sweat drenched into the tank top falls upon his taste buds, his brows furrowing further in delight. His eyes roll back into his skull, even though they’re squeezed shut in pleasure, as a new wave of precum washes down his length, soaking into the plush mass of the pillow below.

“Ahh~ Miles~” The object of his desire moans beneath him in his erotic fantasy, her elegant fingers clutching onto the soft, messy fabric of his sheets. He bites and sucks on her supple skin with fervor, loving every bit of the sweat that he licks off her and into his hungry mouth.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He purrs against her dewy neck, his breath caressing it lightly as he continues ramming passionately into her from behind. “Ya wanna cum? Is that what yer asking for?”

His voice is raspy, the pronunciation of his words more slurry and rushed, as his head gets lighter. She whimpers underneath him, nails digging into his velvety sheets as her cunt swells and stretches with each drag of his shaft along her hot walls, wonderfully tight around him.

“Yes~ Yes~ Cum with me, please! Dump your load all inside of my womb and breed me!” She screams hungrily, fucking back onto his cock passionately like a bitch in heat, her pussy clamping so impossibly tight around him as her hot arousal drips down his full, heavy balls.

Miles moans loudly, fucking harder and faster into the pillow beneath him with his eyes squeezed shut. His tongue darts out to lick another wet, broad stripe on the cloth mushed against his muzzle, taking in the taste of those delicious female pheromones again. The room is filled with ruffling, heavy breathing and raspy moans as he continues indulging in his self-pleasure. Another grunt leaves his throat, tingles starting to creep up his thick thighs and on his testicles which are continuously slapping against the soft, fluffy pillow he’s using as a fleshlight. By the heaviness in his balls and the strong tightness in his penis, he can tell, this is going to be a big load. Now he starts fucking into the pillow like there’s no tomorrow, his mind simulating the feeling of plowing like an animal into the woman beneath him, pistoning his hips to slam against her plush ass. Since he’s getting closer to his high, the image in his head gets a little blurry, some of it fading. He frowns, trying to focus, to create a clearer one so he can get himself to cum. Swallowing down hard, he concentrates, thinking to himself. What does she look like? His brain works, the image appearing again, h/c hair coming into view beneath him, soaked in the sweet sweat that covers her smooth, striped blue skin. Her beautiful moans echo like music in his ears, the voice sounding oddly familiar.

“Breed me Miles~” She whimpers softly, her thrusts back on his cock still as fast and desperate as before. “Breed me while I cum for you~”

And she follows on her promise. Her hot cunt clamps impossibly tight around his large dick, pulsing around him hard enough to milk the fattest load he can muster from his balls. And that’s all it takes. With an animalistic growl, Miles bites down hard onto the fabric against his face, imagining that it’s the crook of her neck as he sinks his strong teeth into it. His jaw locks on the fabric, before he slams his hips one last time into the pillow and lets go. His thighs flex, urethra throbbing intensively, pulsing hot pleasure coursing down his veiny cock, as a fat, heavy load shoots uncontrollably from the head of his penis into the depth of the pillow. His balls are tight as they empty their reserve, his tail raised straight up in the air, with the hair at the end of it now fluffed out and puffy. He cums for what feels like forever, grunting and imagining that it’s her hot cunt where he’s dumping his load instead of the headrest object beneath him. As he does so a shudder rakes down his spine, the idea of breeding a hot female Recom or Avatar and stuffing her round with his child prickling goosebumps into his bruised skin, the pain mixing sweetly with the pleasure of his mind blowing orgasm. After some moments, his body slowly relaxes, muscles unclenching and letting him fall down softly onto the pillow beneath him, squishing it with his weight while his spent cock remains inside of it. He pants, finally opening his sharp eyes only to find out that his vision is dizzy from the intensity of his high. His own body is now covered in a layer of sweat, cooling down the slowly rising heat of his skin and flesh. With a bit of effort, he swallows down the excess saliva in his mouth, that sweet, delicious taste still present in his tastebuds. His cheek is now mushed against the fabric beneath his face, as his half lidded eyes focus somewhere random within his room.

Fuck. These must be the urges that the science pukes explained to him a week ago. Heat in his body, constant boners, the overwhelming urge to have offsprings, enticed by the scent of the female Recoms and Avatars but irritated by the males’. These all sound like nightmares to him. Imagine having to walk around Bridgehead with a constant boner, which is in the humans’ eye level no less. Luckily, those hormone blockers that he was prescribed seem to be working. Hopefully there won’t be any more side effects.

Miles frowns. Reproductive cycle. Yeah right. Sounds like a whole load of shit to him. These science pukes probably fucked them up in some way that they weren’t supposed to and now they’re blaming it on this “reproductive cycle”, as a way to save their fragile asses. Fuckin’ wimps.

His thoughts are interrupted as the scent that comes from the fabric beneath his face, overtakes his airflow yet again. He closes his eyes, letting out a satisfied hum. It’s so good. So fucking good. How can a Na’vi woman smell so goddamn mind blowing? To the point that it catches his attention in the middle of a hallway and makes him rut into his own pillow desperately? He can only imagine what the real thing smells like. Must be even more than divine.

With a bit of effort, he pushes himself backwards to sit up on his calves. He looks down, before opening the fold of the pillow. Just as he predicted, it was a huge load. It has soaked into the fabric and left a large, wet patch, that glows softly in a blue hue against the darkness of his room. A week ago, the science pukes explained this to him too. Apparently, the more fertile the emission, the more vivid and bright is the glow. It depends on the male’s desire to conceive, and his sperm can glow just like the bioluminescent freckles on his body. Weird, isn’t it?

His cock lays there, spent and softening, having taken enough of the abuse by the cloth. It’s covered in cum, wet and slimy as it rests above the pillow, cooling down. Miles’ jaw clenches as a new thought pops up in his head.

Slowly, he reaches his large hand forward for the tank top on his sheets, his fingers grasping it before bringing it to his crotch. Carefully, he takes his sensitive cock into his other hand and places it on the forest green cloth, wiping it on the fabric and leaving behind patches of the mess of cum from his length. As he does so, a new but softer tingle of pleasure creeps down his genital, making it twitch against his rough hand.

Miles lets out a small sigh of satisfaction as he slowly wraps the tank top around his thick cock. His eyelids close, now more gentle as he throws his head back softly and soon enough starts jerking his dick again, now with the piece of clothing itself. Screw work for tonight. That report can wait.

“And then, he hit me with a “It was part of a strategy.” as he was standing there, in the middle of the Holofloor with his bare toes on display.”

The laughter of both women travels sweetly through the air, under the beautiful orange hues of the sky above them, right before eclipse. It accompanies the distant sounds of the aircrafts as they land for the day on the LZ, and the screeching breaks of the high-speed maglev trains stopping far away in the distance. Y/N and Toddy are sitting on the roof of an unfinished building, sipping from a respective can of “Viperwolf Ale”, with a large leaf on the ground between them that contains roasted sturmbeest skewers, served with hex root and beanpod potato over citrus, grain seasoned with rock salt and prepared exquisitely by Toddy. The dish now remains half eaten as both women tell each other about their week while enjoying the view in front of them. Toddy takes a sip from her can, letting the alcohol flow down her throat smoothly, before a small smile appears on her gorgeous face.

“Man, I wish I had this much of an effect over people as ya have.” She comments in a gentle voice, her beautiful saffron eyes tracing the clouds far away in the sky. Y/N chuckles, turning her head to look at the side of the Avatar’s face.

“It’s nice, up to a certain point. You can get shit done but then you realize that at the end of the day people are never true to you. They just fear you.” She replies, turning her head back again to watch the eclipse, before adding on to her reply with a shrug. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Toddy chuckles, sweetly as always. She then looks down, as if pondering on something, before she turns towards Y/N. Leaning on the heel of her palm behind her, her upper body faces the Recom. Toddy’s eyes slowly trail up Y/N’s form, almost half lidded, tracing every detail on her uniform, before they land on her pretty face. Y/N’s amber eyes stare back at her, her pupils reflecting the beautiful array of colors up in the afternoon sky.

“I ain’t afraid of ya.” Toddy says softly, her melodic voice low and smooth in the Recom’s ears, while her eyes move down to trace the Recom’s soft lips. Y/N’s scent has been filling her airways for hours now. It’s so delicious, soft and enticing, and Toddy holds back the urge to roll her eyes to the back of her head. Her scent was always so good but this time it has tripled. Judging by the beads of sweat on her temple and the way her pheromones leave no room for air in Toddy’s pink feline nose, Y/N’s body must be preparing to start its reproductive cycle. A soft, purplish blush emerges on her beautiful face at the thought, coloring the vivid cerulean skin of her cheeks, dotted by the unique pattern of bioluminescent freckles. Y/N looks back at her with a softened expression, her eyes hooding over briefly at the sight of Toddy’s soft blush before a deep chuckle leaves the bottom of her throat.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to conclude my judgement, Toddy.”

The Avatar breathes slowly as she continues looking over Y/N’s features with half lidded eyes. Before long, her elegant hand comes up to Y/N’s eye level, her soft fingers trail up her jawline, until they reach one of her cropped ears. Toddy’s gorgeous eyes hold a mix of sadness and anger as she softly touches it, stroking the cartilage gently.

“I can’t believe they’ve done did this ta ya. Cut yer long, beautiful Na’vi ears. Reduce them ta this as if they’re handlin’ animals. I wouldn’ even treat ma animals this way, I love ‘em too much.” She says softly, her smooth voice mirroring her mixed emotions as she continues stroking the cropped ear in her soft hand with her thumb. “This is just cruel.”

Y/N’s eyes are glued on Toddy’s gorgeous face, tracing over her beautiful feminine features. Her tail swishes softly behind her, as a foreign feeling starts to bubble in the pit of her stomach.

Toddy’s breathing gets heavier as she realizes that Y/N is letting her touch her like this, without saying anything or pulling away. They’re now even closer than they were a few moments ago, and Toddy can feel Y/N’s soft breath on her face. She swallows down, her plump pink lips coming apart briefly before closing up again. Her eyes slowly move away from Y/N’s ear, to her beautiful face, and then back down to her soft-looking lips as they were before. Toddy’s sharp jaw moves sideways once before coming back to place, as she considers something.

“Y/N…” She whispers softly, her melodic voice smoothly entering the Recom’s ears and prickling goosebumps on her blue skin.

“Will ya…” She hesitates for a moment, letting out a soft breath. “Will ya k-“

Footsteps echo behind them. Both women come apart quickly and turn their heads back, until their eyes land on the friendly male Recom approaching. Henry gives them both a smile as he makes his way towards them, stopping a bit further away from where they are seated.

“General L/N. Scout Williams.” He greets politely, giving each of them a respectful nod. Toddy smiles back at him, giving him a small wave of her hand and Y/N’s ears raise slightly as she nods in return, signaling for him to be at ease.

“General, I have a few documents that General Ardmore wants you to go over before she signs them off for tonight. It seems that her patience is starting to run thin, so it would be appreciated if you were to go over them at this time.”

Y/N nods in understanding, already moving to stand up from her place on the edge of the building’s roof. She gently dusts off her tactical pants, before turning to look down at Toddy with a soft smile.

“I’ll be back in a few.”

Toddy nods in reply, with a small smile of her own. However, Y/N doesn’t miss the faint trace of disappointment in her beautiful eyes as she turns to watch the horizon again. The Recom then turns around and walks away. But this time, she misses how Henry and Toddy exchange a look between them, before he turns around as well and follows behind his General.

“So… Toddy Williams, huh?” Henry comments with a slight smirk, watching as Y/N continues signing one of the documents on the datapad.

“What’re you on about?” The female Recom replies with a raised brow, sharp eyes already tracing over the rows of the next document.

“Nothing.” Henry chuckles in response, his head turning to look away at a random corner of his General’s office. Silence falls between them, the only sounds being the ones of the pen on the screen in Y/N’s hand. However, after some moments, the expression on Henry’s face soon falls, his eyes slowly hooding over as he stares at random decorations on the shelves.

“Can I ask for a favor? As a friend, not as a soldier.”

That catches Y/N off guard. The pen on the screen halts its movement as Y/N stares up from her datapad, towards the Recom sitting in one of the two cushion chairs in front of her desk.

“What?” She asks unsurely, with her cropped ears slightly folding back, wondering if she misheard the low-spirited tone in his smooth voice.

Henry hesitates for a moment, swallowing, wondering if he should continue. After a few seconds, he finally turns to look at Y/N, his handsome face bearing an expression that she is much too familiar with seeing on him. Sadness, pity.

“Be nice to Toddy for me, please. She has had a very hard life.”

Y/N’s jaw clenches, still caught off guard at the sudden change in atmosphere. She remains like that for a few more seconds before lowering her eyes and nodding her head slowly.

“I see. Well, if it puts you at ease, I was not planning on turning on her anytime soon. She’s… a pleasant acquaintance.” She replies as her hand starts moving again, continuing to sign the rest of the pages on the document. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, where exactly is this coming from? You don’t usually do this.”

Henry’s eyes lower again. He remains silent for a few seconds, breathing gently.

“I’ve had the chance to work with Toddy since we landed on Pandora. She has been nothing but kindhearted and gentle to me since day one, guiding and helping me at any chance she got, and I actually thought of recommending her to you as our very own personal scout. A part of our team.” His voice holds emotion in it, melancholic yet happy. But soon, his tone falls, plunging back to the sadness that Y/N is now sure that she didn’t mishear.

“However…”

He hesitates, allowing himself to take a deeper breath. Y/N now lifts her head to look at him again. Her beautiful face soon morphs into concern at the layer of wetness that has coated Henry’s amber irises. He swallows down hard, blinking a few times to clear his eyes before continuing.

“Toddy’s human body is very sick. She has terminal cancer, along with uterine cancer and type two diabetes. The retina of her eyes are badly damaged and she is partially blind. Her body is thin and her immune system is weak, she can move and run but it tires her very quickly and if she doesn’t rest enough she faints and vomits constantly. On top of all of this, you can tell by her human body that she has struggled heavily with depression, you’ll know when you see it. Her family is very dysfunctional, and they have caused her a significant amount of severe trauma, that haunts her every step of every day. She grew up in a farm and knowing how polluted those parts of the Earth are, she has developed these diseases throughout her life. By being poor, she could never get the right treatments, which means that the cancers in her body have developed to the point of no return.”

Y/N clenches her jaw painfully tight, her two rows of teeth clamping hard against each other. The upper canines and lateral incisors of her mouth dig into the inner flesh of her bottom lip, enough to hurt but not to pierce through. Her sharp eyes are frozen in place, pinning the man in front of her down. The grip she has on the electronic pen tightens strongly, the knuckles of her hand turning white.

“What are you saying?” She asks, her tone firm and commanding, yet the expert soldier in front of her doesn’t miss the traces of fear in it. He shakes his head, closing his eyes to prevent the wetness that threatens to form on the waterline of his lower lids from doing so.

“She doesn’t have much to live, Y/N.”

The electronic pen snaps in two in Y/N’s hand with a loud echo. The blunt fingernails of her hand dig into her palm below, forming painful half moons. Her golden eyes threaten to widen in disbelief, as she stares at her Master Gunnery Sergeant with her elegant brows furrowed. Yet something inside of her has already started moving through her chest, eating away at those feelings she let herself form these past weeks. What..? Toddy… is going to die? No, that can’t be. That can’t be true. A harsh, choking tightness forms in the depth of her chest, preventing her lungs from expanding fully.

Toddy…. is dying?

Y/N finally closes her eyes, focusing on grounding her mind. She bottles the emotions running through her chest, letting herself take a long yet imprisoning inhale. You’ve only known the girl briefly, Y/N. You can’t feel for her. She quickly tells herself, shutting out the other voices that have started speaking up in her head.

She swallows thickly, immediately forcing herself to push aside any emotions within her, as she has always done, all her life. She looks down at some random corner of her office, before nodding once in understanding.

“I see… I’ll be sure to treat her accordingly then. Thank you for filling me in on the situation.” Y/N says softly, before turning her attention on the datapad again, to try and distract her mind. Henry doesn’t answer, instead he watches as she goes back to work, fetching a small box from her desk drawer to take out another electronic pen, the last one laying snapped upon the surface of the wood. The male Recom’s eyes trace her movement, sad yet a hint of disappointment hidden within them. Y/N isn’t showing any hints of sadness. She’s avoiding feeling any emotions again, isn’t she?

After a few silent minutes, Y/N hands the datapad back to Henry, the documents reviewed and approved for Ardmore to sign off. The Sergeant takes back the device, a large gloved hand grasping it before putting it away somewhere in the pockets of his carrier plate. He stands up from the chair, giving Y/N a salute of respect. The General nods in return and stands up from her desk as well, watching him with focused eyes as he turns around to take his leave. Henry’s combat boots thud loudly on Y/N’s hardwood floors as he makes his way through the spacious office and to the sliding door, but they stop just as he’s about to cross the entrance. He turns his head, his handsome profile peaking over the right utility strap of his carrier plate, as he opens his mouth to speak again.

“You know… she kind of has a crush on you.”

Y/N’s amber eyes widen at the sudden statement, snapping towards him before blinking her long lashes rapidly, staring at her Sergeant as if he just grew a second head.

“Huh?”

Henry looks back at her over his shoulder, a deep chuckle gently leaving his throat at her reaction.

“Yeah. She really likes you.” He continues with a light smile, his eyes looking at Y/N softly. “Treasure that. Please.”

Y/N swallows thickly, her tongue moving to press against the soft inside of her cheek. She nods, looking down at her desk. A warm, soft feeling starts bubbling in the pit of her stomach, twisting like velvet against her insides, feeling so wonderfully gentle in contrast to the heavy pit that still weights into her from the earlier conversation. She tries to ignore it.

“I see… I’ll uh… I’ll keep that in mind.”

Henry smiles kindly, looking away before nodding and continuing to head out as before. Y/N stands there, fidgeting with the electronic pen in her hand and trying to hide a smile that threatens to show on her velvety lips. Then suddenly, her eyes widen in realization, head snapping towards Henry’s direction just as he steps foot outside of her office.

“Wait, how long have you known this? Were you the one who let her into my office that day?!”

But the Sergeant quickly takes his escape, his joyful laughter resonating through the empty hall outside.

Title explanation:

Gear Adrift - Gear found left lying around or unguarded. It comes from the military saying "Gear adrift, must be a gift!". It means that unguarded gear just became your gear, whether you need it or not. It’s also a warning to Marines to secure their equipment and personal belongings before they get lost or stolen. In this case, the gear adrift refers to Y/N’s discarded military tank top, which ultimately became a “gift” for Miles.

End of chapter notes:

Whose footsteps do y’all think came from the emergency wing before Miles escaped to his room? Take a tiny guess <3. (��ω・)ノ

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[ikranwings]

Oel Ngati Kameie

Part two for a surprize before the end!

Warnings: fingering, biting, water sex, p in the v , unprotected sex, slight cockwarming.

Summary: Lopez decided to take you on a short rendezvous away from the team. After your meal things turned a little more exciting.😏

Present: this is a present for @nin3kyuu on her very special 23rd birthday! You are the most wonderful, most creative person ever and i hope you have the best birthday ever! <3

I haven't written smut in a while like this so I hope you guys like it.

song to match the story

smut below the cut!

It was nice to see Lopez in this light, this side of him was relaxed, content with where he was at in his life.  Nothing could ruin this moment between the two of you, absolutely nothing in the world. For just one day the two of you could have that generic homie life that the two of you had only dreamed of having.

The rations were eaten fairly quick, he didn't exactly bring enough for a full feast that was for sure. However it was the thought that counted at the end of the day. Now the two of you sat beside the waterfall simply enjoying the quiet and serene effect the area had on you both. It wasn't long before you felt Lopez lips on your shoulder, trailing soft kisses slowly up to the juncture of your neck. Really he thought he was being slick with his movements but you knew what he was up to, you always knew what he was up to. To you he was for the most part an open book, the one he could be most vulnerable with and at the end of the day he would do anything for you.

Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, wanting each and every press of his fingers on your skin as he would give you. One hand snaked around to your middle,  fingertips sliding slowly towards the waistband of your pants. Fingers slipped past the fabric as he continued to his assault on your neck with his lips, faint little mewls where being pulled from you. Each sound being pulled from you was like music to his ears, encouraging him to delve deeper. Pull each and every wine and moan from you that he possibly could. You where away from the others, not confined to his room. The need to suppress either of your noises was gone and now he fully planned to draw as much out of you as he could.

Fingers now slipped past the waistband of your underwear in order for him to run his thick index finger along your slit and hum with satisfaction. A soft bite to the skin of your neck ensued the moment a second finger slid across your slit, moving gently to rub soft circles over your clit as the moan he pulled from you was something earth shattering.  God he loved every single noise falling from your pretty little mouth and yet there was something different this time around . He was gentler, more attentive to pleasure over pain. Like this moment between you two was something he wanted to savor for the rest of his life.

“ Join me in the water? “ fingers dipped into your entrance at his question, a gasping moan fell from your lips as he made it harder for you to form a coherent thought. His fingers continued a slow and languid thrust as your body practically went lip against him. Harsh pants and whimpers were building slowly into low moans and hushed pleas for more. Only his hand slipped out from the waistband of your pants before he moved away from you entirely. Standing in order for him to strip and toss his boots somewhere close to the makeshift picnic he has made for the two of you. The grin plastered across his face was unmistakable, he knew exactly what he did to you. How worked up he had gotten you before pulling away like that. Giving you a taste of what he wanted to do with you before abruptly stopping and forcing you to follow him for more.

You watched as he stepped forward into the pool of water below the falls as it rose with each step he took. Soft ripples splashed along his skin as he had gone in far enough for it to hug just under his navel. Hands lightly skimming the surface of the water as he beckons for you to follow once more. Whatever trance you may have been in before has snapped. Your body shot up as you tried to strip as quickly as possible without stumbling over yourself or seeming so rushed. However the adrenaline and excitement coursing through your veins made that extremely difficult.

The water itself wasn’t too cold, the cool chill of it seemed to help your nerves. Neither you nor Lopez had ever been able to enjoy moments like this alone before and really you never wanted it to end. You wanted this night to last for an eternity if it was at all possible, if you could get one wish that would be it. To spend the rest of your life with Lopez not having a single worry in the world about what might happen next to either of you as the both of you would be safe.

A hand came to rest suddenly around your wrist, pulling you towards his chest, a finger slid under your chin in order to tilt your head back gently and make you look up at his face. Head leaning down as he pulled you into a heated kiss, he was nervous. There was something he wanted to ask you and was trying to work his way up in order to do so. Whatever it was you wouldn't push him, wouldn't press for information as this moment between the two of you was far too good to put a pin in and deflate it.

“ There's something I want to try… Do you trust me princesa? “ Slowly he managed to move the both of you. Pressing your back softly against the mossy rocks that encompassed the small area of seclusion. Lopez waited for your reply as his head dipped into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His lips pressing light and feathery kisses along your skin as you hummed softly.

“ I… I trust you. I trust you with my life, what is it? “

Curiosity was the word that surrounded you. Curious to know exactly what was going on in that mind of his. What he had to ask your permission for. His knee came up between your legs, seating you there carefully in order for him to pull his hands away from you temporarily in order for him to reach behind his head and pull his braid forward rasing the end of it in order to expose the neural queue. Tendrils moving slightly in search of something to hold onto.

Without hesitation you did the same, he wanted this with you it had just taken him a while to work up to it. Lopez couldn’t see himself with anyone other than you. Couldn’t bear the thought of someone being this intimate with you. The thought of someone else having you for the rest of their life was something he couldn’t bear. You where his just as much as he was yours. “ I want you, I want to give all of me to you for the rest of my life. You’ve shown me there’s more to my life than all of this. I have you and after this mission I promise you if you want to leave all of this I’ll follow. We’ll figure it out. I don’t know how but we-. “

A smile graces your lips as he rambles on. In order to quiet him you press your lips to his, this time taking charge of the moment for just a few seconds. The tendrils of your neural queues connected with one another, taking hold and intertwining in order to lock you two together once and for all. A shiver ran down his spine as his hand smacked against the wall behind you. Overwhelmed by the feeling of finally feeling all of you, your breath, your heartbeat, your feelings. How damn much he had riled you up before all of this. His head had burried itself in the side of your neck trying to compose himself as a breathless and shuddering, “ Fuck.. “ left his lips.

“ mi amor,por favor… I need you. “ It was now in desperation that he was practically rutting himself against your thigh, craving a release he could only gain from you. Desperate to feel the pleasure that he could give you as well. Why hadn’t he done this sooner? All this wasted time he could have used intertwined with you like this. A shuddering breath fell from your lips as your arms fell over his shoulders, one hand burying your fingers into the short curls of his hair.

“ Take me.. I am yours. “ your words came soft, barely above a whisper and yet still enough to register in his lust filled mind. Carefully he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding the tip of his dick between your folds slowly. Even with the two of you connected, intertwined like this. Feeling what the other was feeling on a heightened level. He still enjoyed teasing you, enjoyed pulling your tiny moans and pleas of him to fill you up and claim you.

Legs wrapped around his hips as he finally, finally thrusted his thick member into your core without warning. Hips snapping harshly into your body desperate to feel you tighten around him. A sharp gasping moan fell from you as you tried to find the brain power in order to form some sort of coherent string of words, “ P.. please, harder. Ah fuck, so good. “  Water sloshed around the two of you, splashing with each sharp thrust of his hips into your body. The fingers of his one hand desperately clutching the wall as the other helped guide you back down onto his cock.

Lopez wanted more of you, all of you. The sensations were far too overwhelming and he wasn’t positive he would be able to last. Head buried into your shoulder you could hear every groan, every growl that rumbled through his chest. He wanted you to reach your peak before he did. Wanted to feel your walls flutter and tighten around his dick to the point he was to see your eyes roll back in your head, body shuddering within his arms. “tan bueno bebé, eres tan bueno para mí. “

The bond between the two of you made everything so different. You thought you had been drunk on him before but this? This was unbelievable, this was earth shattering.  Your entire body was on fire but only in the best ways possible. Thank god for this second chance the two of you had been given. Lopez couldn’t hold on for much longer and really neither could you.

Fingers came to press into your clit, his fingers trying to push you further to that crest of pleasure the both of you were trying to achieve no matter the passage of time. The coil in your belly wound so tightly begging to snap. “ Cum for my light, por favor necesito sentirte. Tan apretada, tan hermosa mi amor.  “ short, rough snaps of his hips were being pounded into your body. By now your moans could be heard echoing off of the rocky walls of the falls as he drew everything from you that he could. The pressure was far too much and that coil snapped. Your orgasm flooding through your body as you shook against him, desperately holding onto him as he continued to ride you through it all. Thrusts never relenting as he too was trying to chase his own release.

A deep and rumbling growl rippled up from his chest and erupted from his lips, nipping over the skin on your shoulder once more. Hips sharply thrusting forward into your body as he painted your walls with his thick seed. Slowly he had come to a stand still, holding your shuddering and shaking body close against his own. Insisting on staying sheathed in your body as you lay limp against him, panting softly as he pulled you up just enough to get a look at your face. Softly pulling your hair behind your ear as he came to kiss your lips.

“oel ngati kameie.”

He had been learning, learning for you as he remembered just how much time and work you had put into learning of the planet. Learning of the culture, the language. How you fell in love with all of it and he wanted to be a part of that.

“oel ngati kameie Lopez.”

[puddle-nerd]

Eternity

Summary: You had already been his love. Now was just the ceremony to make it official to everyone else and the bonding at the Tree of Souls afterwards.

Prompt #13 for my submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Female Recombiant Reader, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Established Relationship, Wedding Ceremony, Wedding Night

So far, the other posts have been rated G or maybe PG if you squint. This one is going to be for mature audiences with a steamy scene towards the end. I will clearly mark it so you know where it picks up in maturity levels. However, we’ll also be covering, at least a little, the Omatikayan wedding ceremony of an Olo’eyktan and while the reader isn’t going to be Mo’at’s replacement, it was touched on that the Tsahìk and the Olo’eyktan don’t always have to be married; it just usually happens that way.

This is also meant to be a part two of Lean on Me but at least a year, to a year and a half later. Spider is a little older, our reader has made the soul transfer into her Avatar body permanently, and now she’s getting married to the love of her life.

I also stole a couple of @eywaite’s phrases from at least one of her Tumblr posts, which you can see in the translation below.

Na’vi Translation: Irayo, oeyä’itan – thank you, my son ⁂Kalin – sweet to the taste⁂ Kuru – neural queue Mowan – pleasing/enjoyable (physically, sexually) Muntxatan – husband | male spouse ⁂Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang – Oh, Eywa! Don't stop⁂ Olo’eyktan – clan leader (gender neutral) ⁂Rutxe nìtam, new oe nga – enough please, I need you⁂ Sa’nu – mum | mom | mommy Sempu – dad | daddy ⁂Syor – relax⁂ Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader Yawntutsyìp – darling | little loved one

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You knew he didn’t quite understand why there was going to be a celebration for you and Tsu’tey today, though the little boy did understand the word ‘wedding’… kind of… being all of four-years-old because he knew you and your beloved both had promised and often reiterated that pledge to love him unconditionally and take care of him and raise him up together as you had been doing into a man of honor of The Omatikayan People no matter what trials and tribulations you all might face. And you did. You loved Miles “Spider” Socorro as if you yourself had given birth to him. And everyone within the clan certainly knew Tsu’tey adored the child if the Olo’eyktan continuous doting was anything to go by. You figured it would also take Spider some time to understand that your consciousness would no longer be bouncing back and forth between two bodies, having been there to witness your second rebirth from the circle of Trudy’s arms as you transferred yourself permanently into this body about a fortnight prior in preparation for today. You smoothed down the front of your beaded loincloth and Spider’s little, cherub face showed that he was clearly pleased to see you finished getting all dressed up in your beautiful new finery behind his oxygen mask, his grin so bright it could rival the sun, making grabby hands towards your towering, sapphire skinned figure. You automatically picked up your adopted son into your thin, striped arms and held the young child against your front, pulling the small boy in so you could rub your blueberry-colored lips through his freshly washed curls, the ones that weren’t tamped down by the straps of his mask. He giggled at the ticklish feeling and squealed, “Sa’nu!” Even after a year of him calling you that, it still made you light up with a beaming smile. You chuckled at his protest and pulled back, smiling down at the little human boy fondly. “~You look beautiful, Sa’nu~!” Spider gushed in English, leaning forward, and tugging on your woven chest covering and peering at the glittering stones you had painstakingly threaded together to make your wedding ceremony attire. “Irayo, oeyä’itan,” you replied softly in the Na;vi language as you and Tsu’tey agreed to have a bilingual home. You glanced up at Mo’at and Neytiri as the two other women came into view within the Sully matriarch’s kelku where you had come to get ready for your wedding. “And thank you,” you told the older female Na’vi happily, “for washing up this, little terror for me.” You tickled your son’s side, laughing at his answering squeal of delight. “Unfortunately, I give it an hour before he’s waist deep in dirt or mud again.” Mo’at chuckled and trailed a finger down Spider’s back with a fond smile. “He knows to behave for his grandmother. Is that not correct, little boy?” Spider agreed, nodding emphatically, and beaming up happily at Mo’at from behind his mask. Across the hut, Neytiri’s pointed ears flicked back as she took in you and her mother cuddling the human child, even now still a little angered by his constant presence within her village and what he represented (especially with his heritage) but not willing to spoil your day. Or, more accurately, Tsu’tey’s, since she was more his friend than yours. And for that, you were thankful, especially since she was getting close to expelling her second biological child’s chrysalis from her body soon and you didn’t want to upset her and cause her to push out the fetus early and disrupt its growth. “It is time,” Mo’at announced, and you nodded. Looking at your son, you announced, “Time for your Sempu and I to officially get married. Ready, baby boy?” He squealed with glee, clapping his hands.

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Tsu’tey was a vision that you couldn’t draw your eyes away from. Colorful beads – brighter and more elaborate than his everyday yellow and red carved wood – decorated his dark braids in a multitude of dyes. Bright feathers of bright greens and honey-yellows had been pushed into his hair into what almost resembled a crown. His battle belt encircled his trim waist, his dagger at his hip and a brand-new loincloth of bright red brushed his thighs, green and honey-yellow embroidery decorating the hem. Upon his chest, four painted handprints in different ochres coated his skin, one from either of his parents, one from his younger brother, and one from his grandfather. Woven armbands of those same bright beads encircled each of his lean biceps and his familiar choker necklace sat around his neck. His last gift from Sylwanin. You felt no jealousy at seeing it, no; instead, you were pleased he was honoring his first love as she had given you her blessing when Tsu’tey had brought you to the Tree of Voices before he had asked you to mate with him and she had hinted that had she survived, she might have happily been in the union with you.

You blushed at the memory of her teasing but intertwined your hands with Tsu’tey’s as Mo’at presided over the proceedings to officially bind you and the Olo’eyktan.

Tsu’tey’s parents stood behind him, arms raised in blessing to Eyway, though they didn’t actually look pleased with his choice of bride. Jake stood behind you as your parents weren’t on Pandora, nor would they ever be, his arms also raised in blessing as Toruk Makto. And Spider, not to be forgotten, stood as tall as a four-year-old could between you and Tsu’tey, a chubby hand raised high on either one of your shins, which had caused a few chuckles when he had escaped Neytiri and come to join you all. Before all of the clan, you and Tsu’tey exchanged vows to honor, protect, and love each other even after death until Eywa was no more, promising to remain steadfast and faithful during both good and bad times and to never give up on each other. Spider agreed full heartedly to more chuckles. Jake and Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father produced cloths of green and gold and red and tied of your and Tsu’tey’s palms together after a cut was made on each of you, your blood mixing together as it would, should you eventually decide to have biological children, in the future. Then, Arvok, Tsu’tey’s younger brother who had been stood behind his parents, produced both a drinking gourd and a small loaf of bread, which you and your groom shared, having to placate your son when he wanted some too. Your muntxatan, your husband – Tsu’tey was now your spouse, you thought gleefully – the beautiful, wonderful man that he was, gave a small bite to the young boy with a grin, cheeks coloring slightly as you beamed at him, eyes becoming shiny with happy tears.

Finally, your union was sealed with a kiss and the Tsahìk concluded the wedding rites, the clan erupting into loud ovations, cheering and whooping noisily.

It was a bit of a blur after that.

Feasting and dancing and kissing. Those you remembered… partially. And lots of congratulations sent yours and Tsu’tey’s way. Spider was fed, eating from both your meal and your muntxatan’s and eventually taken off to bed in the nearby shack specifically made for him to be close by for your and Tsu’tey’s benefit by an amorous Trudy and Norm who had promised you both to make sure the four-year-old was watched over for the night. When the moons were at their highest points, you and your love slipped away to head to the Tree of Voices for the last step.

Giggling, hand-in-hand, you went together under the lilac glowing tree and sighed, kissing and touching upon each other in chaste ways, though you knew it would become filthy shortly. He led you to a secluded little alcove and pulled you down onto your knees, his breath washing over your face as he took you in.

“You are so beautiful, Yawntutsyìp,” he whispered to you before leaning in nuzzle his cheek against your own, marking you with his scent. “And you are all mine.” You nodded, rubbing against him in turn and breathing in his scent deeply, trying to tattoo it into your senses and never let him go. Then his lips turned towards you, and he kissed you, softly at first before the hunger set it. Then, he seemed set to devour you, his tongue plundering your mouth, his sharp teeth nibbling at your lip, his hands grasping tightly at you and not wanting to release you. But you were just as bad, moving your mouth from his and down to his neck, nibbling, kissing, and sucking upon his skin there, determined to leave marks for all to see tomorrow and feeling yourself get wet as he panted and moaned for you, fingers greedily digging into your hips and thighs. When you began to massage him through his loincloth, feeling him harden beneath your five-fingered touch, his control began to snap. “Yawntutsyìp, rutxe nìtam, new oe nga,” he begged.

You chuckled to yourself and pulled away from him, pouting as he desperately pulled your chest covering away, a few of the strands breaking and the beads scattering over the ground in his haste to bare your skin to his gaze, only to whine as his lips secured themselves around one of your nipples.

You moaned his name and allowed your fingers to busy themselves with removing the feathers from his braids as he suckled upon you like a babe trying to nurse, his teeth skittering the edge of your nipples and sending little thrills of pain-pleasure through your senses. When there was no more plumage to remove from his scalp, your fingers trailed down his striped back to the base of his spine and your gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his tail. He stiffened as you found a cluster of nerves there and pressed ever so gently, causing his cock to pulse where it pressed into your leg.

“Syor. I have you,” you teased him.

He nipped at your nipple in response before lowering his body further down yours and making short work of your own loincloth and baring you to his gaze entirely. He growled, hungrily, “Mowan, yawntutsyìp.” He lowered his mouth to your cunt and licked up the seam of your lower lips and groaned. “Kalin… better than anything I have ever tasted.” He then gently delved two fingers inside of you, feeling your inner walls contract tightly around the intruding digits as he lapped at the sensitive bud above and set a deliberately slow rhythm to tease you and heighten your need. Your hips began to rock up into his touch and his tongue, forcing his other hand to press down on your hip and restrict you from bruising his face. He chuckled at your needy whine. “Syor, yawntutsyìp. I have you,” he threw back at you.

You flipped him off the human way, earning an eyeroll before he began to suck on your clit.

You came quickly after that, his fingers curling in just the right way to have your torso going rigid, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at the beach. Your jaw went slack and your mouth opened with a blissful moan as you rode the waves of pleasure that radiated from your core at Tsu’tey’s behest.

The male Na’vi eased away from your lower half and then leaned over you, enticing you to kiss him and taste yourself upon his tongue. You moaned and clung to him with one hand, the other working him free of his loincloth. He was hot as the center of a roaring fire and as hard as stone in your hand. He groaned as you stroked him and silently begged you for mercy, nipping at your lower lip. You spread your legs further and guided him to your entrance. He slid his cockhead agonizingly slowly against your core, gathering your wetness and coating himself with the proof of your want for him. You met his gaze and nodded, drawing one of your legs over his hip and slotting him where you needed him most.

The air punched out of your lungs as your cunt stretched to accommodate Tsu’tey’s girth, a groan escaping you as your slick, tight heat enveloped his thick cock. “~Oh, fuck~,” you whined, accidently slipping into English. “~So big. Give me a second. ~”

Tsu’tey smirked, chest puffing up slightly in masculine pride, even as he rolled his hips to ease himself slowly but surely further inside of your channel. Balancing on his elbows, he buried his head into your neck as his pelvis finally became flush with yours, your slick dribbling out of you and down his balls, reveling in the bliss of being connected with you in such a way and allowing your body to get used to your intrusion. When you began to move beneath him, he carefully slid back a bit before driving back inside of you. You gasped at the sensation, better than anything you might have felt with a human. Perhaps it was because he was so big. Or maybe it was because you truly loved him. You met each of his thrusts with a roll of your own hips, soft cries coming from your throat as your pleasure began to mount again. You grasped onto his back and accidently scored his back with red welts when you raked down his spine, your core pulsing where they were joined; you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

Your muntxatan’s breaths were harsh by your ear, his hips wildly shoving into your as he neared his own end. You felt incredible, pleasure coursing through your veins like pulses of fiery heat and you could feel the coil inside your belly building a climax by winding tighter and tighter within you.

You locked your ankles at the small of his back to deepen the angle, crying out, “Tsaheylu, please. Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang and make tsaheylu with me!”

He grunted and jerked his head to bring his kuru over his shoulder. Reaching for yours, the pink tendrils seemed to strain towards one another and then your pleasure doubled, and you climaxed with a cry, head thrown back, face contorting into a scream of ecstasy, your core squeezing the cock within you like a vice. His hips faltered and he came within your walls with a burst, a groan spilling from his lips as he shoved his pelvis as tightly against yours as possible, his seed discharging within your depths in thick spurts. You could feel his pleasure echoing back at you and shivered as he nestled into your side, his arms giving out finally. With sweat soaked limbs, you snuggled your face against his forehead, kissing him between the eyes and panting heavily as your orgasms ran its course.

“We are now one,” Tsu’tey whispered, his breath fanning over your breast. “We are mated before Eywa for all of eternity.”

You giggled, teasing, “Can’t get rid of me now.”

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Originally Posted: 13 February 2024 Word Count: 2,268

@crybabies-heart, @cryingwhilereading, @ikeyniofthetayrangi, @erenjaegerwifee, @bambithewriter, @lloreya

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[pearlsinmyhair]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ thinking about

quaritch coming back to his room after a long day, head hurting and overall just tired. how he’ll sit on the bed and rest his elbows on his knees and hold his face, rubbing at his temples to relieve some pressure.

how he’s almost too tired to hear your footsteps.

but you climb up onto the bed (those damn na’vi beds gotta be a mountain to get on-) and press your cheek to his, peeking at him from between his fingers.

“hey there, daddy.” you smile, with a humorous tone that makes quaritch want to scoff.

but his shoulders relax, and soon he’s pulling you with him as he lays back on the bed, carefully maneuvering you so that you straddle him, his tail wrapping around your thigh.

“hey there, sweetheart.”

BRUUUUUUUUUUH. IM BRAINDEAD BUT THIS SHIT DECIDED TO COME UP IN MY HEAD UGGGGHHHHH-

[7s3ven]

AVATAR... masterlist

[ full masterlist ]

who i write for ,

Avatar - Jake Sully, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Tsireya, Aonung, Quaritch, Recoms

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

human! miles quaritch... KIWIFRUIT

IN WHICH… quaritch replays his old memories of you but starts to (jokingly) regret his decisions when seeing the way you eat kiwifruit.

human! miles quaritch... SHORT STRAW

IN WHICH… miles quaritch needs a scientist on his team, and you just had to draw the short straw.

human/recom! miles quaritch… WHY DON’T U LOVE ME?

pt 1 | pt 2

recoms (quaritch, fike, lyle, brown, mansk)... UNDER THE MASK series

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9

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

neteyam... ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER

IN WHICH… Y/N and Neteyam’s walls suddenly come crashing down one night after a heart-to-heart conversation.

aonung… HATE YOU, LOVE YOU

IN WHICH... Aonung has no future mate; as a last resort, he is set to marry the eldest Sully daughter. The only problem is that their hatred for each other runs deep.

[roses-for-readers]

Silent Treatment (Mansk x Selective Mute Sully Reader) Masterlist

Part 1

After being captured with Spider, you tag along with the Recombinant squad

Part 2

After agreeing to join the Recoms on their mission, they set off to explore the forest of Pandora

Part 3

After getting back to the group, Mansk becomes frustrated with uncertainty

Part 4

After having a private conversation together, the group sets off to learn the next part of the Na'vi way of life.

Part 5

After some time passes since the group claimed their ikrans, Mansk and the Reader have an emotional conversation

Part 6

After getting to the training room, everyone bonds and learns of an interesting dilemma

Part 7

coming soon

[neteyamyawne]

╰ ₊Quaritch - Why so blue? ꒱༉‧₊

-‘๑’- Key Genres

◦ | Fluff - ♡ | Smutt - ✯ | Angst - ✦ | Hurt - ✩ | Comfort - ☾ | 

◦ | Romance - ◈ | Platonic - ❈ | 

◦ | Na'vi!Reader - 𑁍 | Human!Reader - ❁ | Avatar!Reader - ֍ | 

◦ | Daughter!Reader - ꕥ | Gn!Reader - ꨄ︎ | Pregnant!reader - ❀ |

◦ | Human!Miles - ✾ | Recom!Miles - ❃ |

◦ | Request - ☁️ | Non-request - 🌱|

-‘๑’- One shots

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Two Shots 

Betrayal - [ 1 ] [ 2 ] - [ ✦ + ✩ + ◈ + ❁ + ֍ + ✾ + ☁️ ]

You thought you knew your miles, maybe he would stop if you said it but he didn't, he pushed forward and ruined the one thing he had with you forever.

-‘๑’- Drabbles

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Head-Canons

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

-‘๑’- Series

➺ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ...

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[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.

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AVATAR: THE NEW MISSION

|| Masterlist || Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: From a sweet little game to a total nightmare, you will do whatever it will take to protect the children, even face monsters.

Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch X Na'vi Reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Colonisation, Weapons, Death Threats, Coercive Control.

Author Notes: Hi everyone! Life has been crazy but I finally got around to rewriting/editing The New Mission. I will post a new chapter once a week every Tuesday @ 3pm AEST

Inspiring Song: "Cosmic Love" By Florence & The Machine.

As Miles slowly opened his eyes, he was immediately met with a strange feeling of displacement. The bed beneath him felt unfamiliar, and as he sat up, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored window panel across the room. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his own reflection – the now distinctly blue skin and unfamiliar features staring back at him were both fascinating and disconcerting. For a moment, he had to remind himself that this was not a nightmare, but reality.

Waking up in a different body is always difficult. Well that’s what people with a second chance can say. Miles felt this was a curse at first. He hated how every time to passed a window panel the reflection of blue skin made him want to shoot it.

He hated how he had to crouch under door ways to get into the next room. Most of all he hated the way he was stared at. He thought back on his former human form, when people looked upon him with respect because of his rank and the battle-earned scar that marked his resilience. But now, it was different – people didn’t admire him for his achievements; instead, they gawked at him like some sort of aberration, a living testament to their ungodly science. Miles sat and pondered briefly...had the human race gone too far.

It came and went out of his mind just as quickly, consumed by the bitterness of why and how he came to be in this clone flesh suit he hated.

Confronting Jake Sully proved to be a rushed decision on Miles’s part, as his months spent with Spider had done little to equip him with ample knowledge about Pandora. He was, in essence, a greenhorn in this alien world, and the enormity of his possible failure dawned upon him with stark clarity. Miles was aware that his performance would have far-reaching consequences, not just for himself, but for his standing within the RDA.

The ride back on his Ikran was an ordeal, especially after the grueling battle fought on the fringes of Awa’atlu. He had nearly slid off the creature’s back twice due to his battered state. Arriving back at base, Miles was consumed by a mix of shame and anger, and he was promptly escorted to the medical tent to rest and heal. Weeks passed as he recuperated, until the shrill voice of the General invaded his solitude, a sound that brought a wave of uneasiness to him.

The General, standing on a stool to address the hospitalized Colonel, spoke with a chilling tone, her words sharp as a blade. “I granted you the opportunity to seek revenge, Colonel,” she began, her hand lightly resting on the bedside railing, “yet you have disappointed me. Your mission was straightforward – hunt and execute Jake Sully for his alleged crimes of terrorism and treason. But from what your team has revealed, your pursuit was anything but focused. Instead, you chose to chase after his children, wasting time and resources. Simply putting it Colonel, you fucked around.”

He longed to lash out, to tell her where she could shove her condescending attitude in a place where ‘The sun don’t shine.’. After all, here he was, nursing a broken rib, a split lip, a chipped tooth, a concussion, and a near-drowning experience, and she had the audacity to come down to the infirmary and give him an earful? It was clear as day that they needed him, yet now they were treating him like yesterday’s trash.

“General,” he began, forcing a strained smile even as he slowly sat up, disregarding the protests of the monitors and wires attached to his body. “If I may explain, my choice to pursue Sully’s children was a deliberate tactic. I intended to use them as hostages, to entice him out of hiding.” With a purposeful motion, he pinched off the heart monitor and swiftly removed the remaining cords that tracked his health. The machines worried and beeped loudly, attracting the attention of doctors and nurses. He rose to his feet slowly and bent at his hips to look down at her.

The General instinctively took a step back, taken aback by the imposing figure of the Colonel standing before her. Despite his injuries, his height and stature were intimidating, and she instinctively swallowed, her composure faltering momentarily. “Colonel,” she continued, her tone measured, “I regret to say that this incident has demonstrated a lack of confidence in your ability to carry out the mission effectively.”

Quaritch’s brows furrowed, his anger mounting within him, causing him to clench his teeth in frustration. But instead of lashing out, he nodded with resignation, his acceptance of her words thinly veiled. He would not succumb to the savage hissing urge building up in his throat.

The General let out a weary sigh, her gaze fixed on him. “I can’t afford to jeopardize more lives for your failings,” she stated firmly. “Consider yourself lucky that I haven’t demoted you or worse, discharged you from service.”

Quaritch’s eyes widened and his ears flattened in surprise at her words. He couldn’t help but retort sarcastically, “Discharging me, eh? Wouldn’t be much point in sending me back to Earth though, would there? Might as well stick me in the kitchens. Blue Shrimp! Order up!” he flashed his smiling canines down at her, they were gritting tightly. It took the power of whatever he called a god to not throttle the bitch.

The General’s nostrils flared, and she slammed her hands on the bed rail, her voice sharp. “One more smart remark from you, Colonel, and I’ll throw you out of this camp without a second thought.” Quaritch rolled his eyes in response, his patience wearing thin. Without another word, he stormed out of the medical room, clad in his scrub dress, determined to leave the infirmary behind.

Quaritch heard the General’s command echoing in his wake, “You haven’t been dismissed, Colonel!” He paused, the weight of her words and the eyes on him forcing him to consider her directive. But did he really care? No. Yet he remembered the gazes of the nurses, other patients, and the armed men standing guard – their stares burning into him, reminding him that he was nothing more than a freak, a monster, a clone of some nightmarish alien creation. What respect did he have left coming from them?

Quaritch whirled around, crouching down to meet the General’s eye level. He forced a smirk, and in a mocking tone, he inquired, “May I be dismissed, General?”

The General returned his smile with a sly one of her own, “No,” she replied, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re going to hear to your newest mission.”

Quaritch’s breath caught in his throat at her words. “New mission?” he echoed, his voice betraying a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He truly thought he was done for with the walls caving in. He was being given a chance, again. This one he didn’t want to fuck up.

    Sitting comfortably on the plush grass, you listened intently to the sound of muffled giggles emanating from the trees above. Your little brother Häewip and his best friend Rìngeay were engaged in a playful game of stalk-and-catch, but it was abundantly clear that they were dreadful at it. Their giggles echoed through the foliage, their hiding spots easily detectable.

You chuckled, recalling fond memories from your childhood. This game was a favourite pastime, meant to teach youngsters the art of stealth, concealment, and stalking their quarry. Young Häewip and Rìngeay had pleaded to be the ones to hide while you took on the role of the hunter, and you always obliged, knowing that they cherished these moments together.

Ah, the memories brought a smirk to your face. You never lost this game, even as a child, always skilfully evading detection whenever it was your turn to hide. And when you were the one doing the seeking, your younger siblings and friends could never find you. After hours of playtime and gathering fruits and meat for the village, you decided to play one final game before returning home.

Finding Rìngeay was easy; her red tail guard stood out against the yellow petals of the tsyorina’wll flowers, giving away her position.

Dropping silently into the soft moss and grass, you crouched, your smile widening. The sound of their giggles meant they could still catch glimpses of you, but you knew you had to hide and stalk even more covertly. With quiet precision, you reached for the riata tied to your thigh, navigating silently through the foliage and vines. Every step was calculated, ensuring not a sound escaped your presence.

With a swift, feline-like motion, you moved around the base of a sturdy tree, adhering to its bark and beginning your ascent up its sturdy trunk. Unseen from the children’s view, you continued climbing, your slender frame blending seamlessly with the foliage. As you ascended higher, you keenly overheard their heated debate – arguing whether you were concealed behind the surrounding tsyorina’wlls or the paywlls nearby.

Unseen, you surpassed them, nimbly ducking to avoid their flicking tails as you continued your climb. As you ascended higher and higher, you finally positioned yourself just above the pair, ensuring they remained oblivious to your position. A swift flick of your wrist and a deft swing sent the lasso loop hurtling towards them, ensnaring them firmly in the air. Their screams of shock echoed through the clearing, only to be overshadowed by your joyful cackles and laughter.

“Taronyut yom smarìl! Hehehe!” The prey eats the hunter; everything possible that can go wrong does! Hehehe!

Your fingers dug and danced over their sensitive skin making them shriek with laughter.

Rìngeay cried with laughter as she was attacked with tickles while she was still bound in the tether, “Ftang! [Y/N]! Ftang!” Stop! [Y/N]! Stop! Laughing tears filled in her eyes.

You turned to smother kisses and tiny bites over Häewip little arms and cheek. He too begged for mercy with a smile before you spat out the tip of his pointed ears with a “Ftxìvä’” Yuck!

Their playful attempts to resist your victorious gloating were thwarted as they promptly wriggled out of their bindings and tackled you with a barrage of affectionate hugs. Laughter rang through the forest air, filling the space with joyful abandon. The three of you took a moment to catch your breaths before settling back against the sturdy branches of the tree. The game had been a much-needed respite, a temporary diversion from the anxieties waiting back at home.

The gentle warmth of the breeze enveloped you, its caress a soothing touch against your skin. The sweat trickling down your forehead spoke of an impending rain, as the humidity had slowly been building throughout the past several days, culminating in this humid day. The soil beneath you felt parched, yearning for a refreshing drink. The feeling was strangely familiar – you sympathized with the great mother, feeling just as exhausted and longing for a fresh change in your life, yet uncertain about the path you were expected to tread.

“Tsmuke?” Sister? Häewip suddenly asked.

“Sran?” Yes?

With a pleading look in his big, yellow eyes, he asked, “Fta si tswin rutxe oeyä?” Please retie my queue braid? A fond smile tugged at your lips, for this was a familiar routine. Despite growing older, he still sought your help, asserting that you could tie it just right – not too tight, yet not loose enough for it to come undone easily.

You let out a soft sigh, gesturing to the space between your legs. “Za’u,” Come, you instructed, signaling where he should settle.

Rìngeay swiftly crawled over, joining her friend, both eager for you to tighten their braids. As she waited her turn, she took the initiative and utilized your lasso to hoist the sack of freshly hunted meat up towards you all. She knew all too well the importance of safeguarding the fruits of your labor, ensuring no lurking animals could snatch them away. After all, hunting effectively with only a knife was no easy feat. Your mother had strictly forbidden you to use a bow for hunting, and her word was law.

‘Häewip is getting taller everyday now,’ you thought to yourself as you realised where he head sat and how high you had to lift your arms now to carefully braid his long black mane around his queue.

It had been only nine wet seasons ago that you sat beside the birth of your brother. Your mother’s weeping and her joy at a son. The joy your father had, picking you up on his shoulders so you could have a better look at the wet ball that was of newborn Häewip. You wondered how you must’ve looked twenty wet seasons ago. Perhaps just the same.

Häewip was growing more confident and ambitious, dreaming of becoming a warrior just like your cousin, Rawm. You silently hoped that he would never emulate Rawm’s recklessness and ride out into a storm, only to be struck by lightning. Fortunately, the chances of that happening seemed slight, as more often than not, Häewip was practically attached at the hip to Rìngeay, his unwavering companion. Although they were the same age, Rìngeay seemed to consistently adhere to the village curfew, unlike your more daring brother. When you inquired about her dreams, she would blush and shyly admit her ambition to being that of the wife to a great warrior. You wondered if it was her own little heart that held the nobility of a warrior instead.

Finishing the last strand in Rìngeay’s hair you suggested to the two younger na’vi, “Pxoe kelku kivä ko,” Let’s All Go home.

And they agreed. The distance was far and if they didn’t get home before the sun hid beneath the mountains it would be your head.

You reckoned somehow it would not matter anyway because today you had been disobedient...

You were supposed to be diligently gathering utumauti and pixayzekwä berries, preparing to simmer them into a hot boil to create a wine for your impending marriage ceremony to Pukxaw – a warrior Na’vi of another tribe.

The thought of your mother’s furious reaction upon your return to Greenhome filled you with dread. Her wrath would be intense, and your ears would undoubtedly be in danger once you faced her.

As you traversed the familiar path back home, your younger companions sprinted ahead, effortlessly leaping over logs and foliage. A warm smile tugged at your lips, as you silently hoped that the great mother would bless your future with children as exuberantly happy as them. However, your thoughts briefly strayed to your intended mate, Pukxaw. You secretly wished for a spouse far better than him.

Pukxaw was a warrior Na’vi from the Anurai clan. He was tall, thin and nearing his elder years, and his personality matched his appearance – he was a dull and stoic Na’vi with little patience. He enjoyed hunting, but your scholarly vows restricted you from using a bow, this seemed to irk him when you meet him at the last clan gathering. To your surprise, once the decision was made for your clans’ mating agreement, you found yourself utterly shocked at the prospect of being bonded with such a bland and unappealing individual.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Ewya, the great mother herself, would have bestowed upon you a mate who possessed patience and the ability to communicate effectively. You longed for a mate who possessed a genuine sense of humour and one who could provide the comfort of a warm embrace when needed. Someone who, above all else, would graciously listen to your thoughts about your people’s rich history. The prospect of being eternally bound to a reserved and disrespectful mate who solely provided you with skins for your labor seemed utterly unappealing.

Glancing over at the grazing Yerik, you immediately noticed a shift in their behavior. They had halted their movements, their eyes fixated in a particular direction. As a show of respect, you lowered your head, but to your growing concern, they continued their unwavering stare. Something felt amiss in the air – the wind turned chilly, and an eerie silence enveloped the surroundings. Your eyes widened as you wondered, ‘Why is it so quiet? Where are the children?’

Panicked, you frantically scanned your surroundings, but your brother and Rìngeay were nowhere to be seen.

“Tsmuke! Srungsi!” Sister help! You heard Häewip scream in the distance. Your heart sank like a stone, and a wave of dread washed over you. They were in danger!

Dropping the sack of meat you sprinted ahead and screamed back, “Tsmukan!” Brother!

You strained your ears intently, hoping for a response, but all you heard were the terrified cries of the two young ones.

With the riata clenched tightly in one hand and the dagger in the other, you prepared yourself for whatever might await you. Realizing you would have to engage the threat at close range, you cautiously advanced towards the source of the whimpering and crying.

As you got closer, the voices grew louder, and a wave of worry washed over you. Regret stirred within you for taking them so far away from safety.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. Standing before you was a group of individuals unlike any you had ever seen before – no, they were not Na’vi. These were aliens from the stars, the dreaded Uniltìrantokx. Their unusual attire and strange, indecipherable speech sent a chill through your body.

Your heart squeezed tightly as you remembered the dark days of the war, the great battle – a tragic period that had befallen on Pandora fifteen wet seasons ago. The horrors and terror of that day still lingered, leaving emotional scars upon your soul.

Your heart sank further at the excited sound of a female Uniltìrantokx’ voice through the air. “Colonel, look at what we just found, two little blue rats!”

A surge of protectiveness flared within you, watching Häewip bravely threaten the aliens with dire consequences if they harmed “his” Rìngeay. However, his brave act earned him a sharp slap in the face from another Uniltìrantokx. Indignantly, your lip curled in anger at the sight, and a fierce determination surged through you as you plotted to make the offending alien pay for laying a hand on your loved ones.

Your nimble fingers hovered anxiously over the dagger’s hilt, contemplating your next actions. This was unprecedented; you had never confronted such a large number of foes before. Truthfully, fear and uncertainty gnawed at your thoughts, leaving you questioning your ability to overpower them all.

Retreating to Greenhome for help was not an option; the distance would be too great to cover in time. You would have to rely on your own skills and bravery to free your loved ones, and hope that a hasty escape would be possible. The plan was risky, but it was all you had at the moment.

The Uniltìrantokx held sinister-looking tools in their grasp – their dreaded guns. Memories of Toruk Makto, the legendary leader of the Omatikaya, sending these fearsome creatures away flickered through your mind. Rumors had circulated about their potential return to Pandora, yet you had always dismissed them as mere tales to frighten the children before bedtime.

The individual known as the Colonel responded in a dismissive tone, “Just our luck, Walker,” as he swatted away a bug that had landed on his shoulder. He surveyed the surroundings once more, his hand touching his neck, and spoke into a communication device, “Blue Bird, come in. We have what we need. Bring the chopper over here, pronto!”

His eyes scanned the trees and bushes and then he saw it…a whisp of blue. He smirked, he wasn’t surprised these kids would be all alone and so far from their village. This was exactly what he needed… an adult. He saw your numb expression in the bushes, devising an attack. His gaze met yours, and a sinister smile played upon his lips as he aimed his gun directly at you.

“Well hello, hello- Now, why don’t you come out and join us, friend?!” He spat and licked his canines chuckling, “we ain’t gonna hurt ya!”

Your grip on your knife tightened as you cautiously rose from the brush, your heart pounding in your chest. The Colonel gestured toward you, beckoning you closer, his weapon still pointing in your direction. You inched toward the group, and he observed your eyes nervously flicker between all five of the Recom. His smile turned predatory as he noticed your trembling hands and strained tail. He perceived you as an easy target, assuming your fear would render you vulnerable and helpless.

With a calm yet firm voice, you called out, “Lonu fo,” Release them.

Your footsteps moved cautiously around the group, your knife held firmly in your grasp. The Recom knew that your weapon was no match against their bullets. He had already devised plans for you, viewing you as a perfect addition to their plans in store

“Mefo eveng,” they are children, you pleaded, attempting to negotiate with the Colonel. Your body language – the tilting of your head and shrinking of your stance – was a clear sign of your surrender and willingness to cooperate. You desperately hoped that it would evoke a sense of mercy within these creatures, these pretenders.

The Colonel quickly realized that you were relinquishing control, and he noted your worried glances toward the rowdy boy and whimpering girl. He couldn’t help but speculate about you ‘Is she the mother of these two kids?’

 Rìngeay shouted out your name.

“Shut it!” the Uniltìrantokx who was holding her to her knees yelled causing the poor girl to start sobbing in fear.

The Colonel was not surprised seeing how your nostril flared and teeth bared like a wild cat.

He scowled, “Nga kem si ìnglìs�� tslam?” Do you understand English?

Your breath came hard and fast, betraying your fear. He advanced toward you, his gun still aimed in your direction, but it was now resting on his hip, rather than held at the ready. He casually scrutinized you from head to toe, his eyes taking in every detail.

“Well?” He drawled.

Your gaze flickered between the children and the Colonel, your heart pounding in your chest. You took a deep breath before uttering, “Let. Them. Go.” The words tasted foreign on your tongue, your mind racing to recall the right terms in English.

A sly smile formed on the Colonel’s face as he revelled in your broken English.

“Let them go,” he mimicked, his voice dripping with condescension. He was taken aback as he felt the cold blade of your dagger pressed firmly against his skin. Clearly, you did not appreciate his attempt at humour. He stared into your eyes, which had widened with anger, and observed the way your teeth were beginning to bare intensely.

“Let them go- now,” You said fluently, “or I take all your lives.”

He admired your confidence. The sound of guns cocking surrounded you both. He huffed softly from the cold bite that came from your dagger.

“You alright boss? This bitch moves we’ll smoke her.”

The Colonel could clearly see the rage burning in your eyes. He recognized the determined glint in your gaze and knew that you were not about to back down. His own golden eyes flickered, betraying his surprise at your fierce perseverance, he grunted, “Stand down. Release the brats. We don’t need ‘em.”

The other interrogators exchanged puzzled glances, clearly unsure of how to react to this unexpected turn of events.

Meanwhile, the Colonel watched with amusement as a look of relief washed over your face when he ordered his companions to release the children.

Your voice rang out, filled with urgency, “Nìwin! Hifwo! Hum! Kä!” Quickly flee! Leave! Go!, you shrieked at the children, urging them to flee to safety.

Your eyes remained locked on the Colonel, listening as the sound of the children’s footsteps faded into the distance as they raced away. The Colonel contemplated sending some of his men after them, back to their village, but he quickly realized the suicide in doing so.

With a pained expression, he felt the sharp blade of your weapon press against his skin, causing a small knick. You hastily pulled back, a look of realization and remorse on your face. In a soft voice, you whispered, “Thankyou.”

He was now impressed by your english and knew what he had to finish today,

He smirked, “You’re a polite one aren’t ya?”

The Colonel couldn’t help but be impressed by your improved command of the English language, but he knew that there was still work to be done.

Suddenly, an Uniltìrantokx stepped up behind you and forcefully twisted your wrist, forcing you to drop your weapon. You cried out in pain as you were struck in the face with the butt of a gun, knocking you to the ground. Blood trickled from an open wound on your forehead, and you instinctively covered your injured eye.

In a swift motion, the Colonel dropped to his knees and forcefully pinned you onto your stomach, restraining your flailing body as you cried out in agony. He cruelly stepped on your tail, intensifying your pain and causing you to howl in torment. Despite your struggle, you frantically tried to claw at his arm, desperate for liberation. A sharp jab pierced your lower back just above your tail, leaving you writhing in pain.

As his grip loosened, you wasted no time in scrambling to escape. You managed to push passed the Colonel and sprinted beyond the tree line, urgently pursuing Häewip and Rìngeay.

The sound of the Colonel’s feet pounding behind you echoed through the forest, filling you with a chilling sense of fear. Your legs and tail throbbed with pain from the numerous scrapes and cuts that littered your body. All you wanted was to reach the safety of home as soon as possible.

With every nimble move, you dodged branches, ducked under hanging limbs, and scrambled across fallen logs, but his relentless pursuit continued to gain on you. Your weary legs grew increasingly numb and your back started to ache from the arduous run.

As you forced yourself to keep moving, your body felt heavier with every step. You were overwhelmed by a wave of nausea and exhaustion, your stomach feeling like it was weighed down by an invisible burden. Unable to continue any longer, you slowed to a stop, preparing to vomit, but instead, you collapsed onto your hands and knees.

With trembling limbs, you tried desperately to crawl away from the approaching footsteps of the Colonel above. Your fingers felt distant and disconnected, while your head buzzed with a dizzying sensation. You emitted a weak cry and tumbled headfirst into a patch of slippery mud.

The figure above you started to move and became a dozen shadows, his voice filled your ears, “Going somewhere sweetheart?”

Your vision grew hazy and your eyelids felt heavy, making it impossible to open them anymore. In your disoriented state, you could only hope that Häewip and Rìngeay had safely returned to the villages.

The Colonel’s lips curled into a sinister smirk as he looked down at your drugged and unconscious form. With ease, he hoisted your body over his shoulder, carrying you effortlessly toward the waiting helicopter.

  To Be Continued....

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