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“Colonel’s Orders”

(oh to be manhandled by Mansk like Tsireya)

Smut with Mansk, Miles, and Lyle

Summary: Quaritch gathers everyone outside for a new type of training session. The recom team don’t know what’s about to happen except for Miles and Lyle. This lesson is meant to increase the team’s hunting skills, however, you and Z-Dog are excluded. We have to pretend to be the prey first, which we think isn’t fair. Eventually, we are persuaded and have a head start before being hunted.

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT, a little Angst?, predator and prey kink, NON-CON SEX, bad language, tiny bit of voyeurism, breeding kink, degrading

Word Count: 6803

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Colonel's Orders Version 2.0

I was in the break room, getting a drink from the fridge when Lopez walked past, greeting me.

“Outside in 10. We have training.” he says, about to leave.

“What? But we finished for today.” I reply and he turns back.

“Colonel’s orders. Outside in 10, dressed appropriately for training.” he repeated before walking away. I just stare into nothingness for a while, wondering why we suddenly have to gather again when we just ended less than 2 hours ago. It’s not like I could do anything about it so I put the cold drink back and went to my room to go get dressed in Cammie pants and a tank top.

While leaving my room and walking down the hallway, I met Zdinarsk. She smiled, nodding to me.

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask and she shakes her head no, shrugging.

“Maybe the Colonel has some announcement.”

“Why outside though?” I say, asking myself more than her. She scoffs, wearing the same things I’m wearing and we walk out onto the large concrete jet runway. The sun is beaming down strongly and the warmth of Pandora hits our skin.

Quite a bit away, we see most of the recom-team already gathered. The Colonel, Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja, Brown, and Fike are outside, all standing around each other, talking.

Walker is busy with testing tools in the lab along with Warren and Zhang.

We walk next to each other and I squint, having to look at the ground because the sun was too bright. The wind caressed my face and made my hair flow. It made my hair flow… I forgot to tie it up. Oh no.

Quaritch got angry about that once, I hoped he wouldn’t mind me running back before we started.

“Finally, the ladies have decided to show up.” Quaritch loudly announces, grinning while his hands rest on his vest.

I tilt my head confused.

“Are we late?” I ask Z-Dog confused, who is already checking her watch. She shakes her head.

“We’re two minutes early.” she replies in a sassy tone but still keeping it respectful with our superior.

“Could have been another two minutes earlier.” he says, before fully turning around to face us. We choose wisely to not reply or fire any comment back. It could cause problems. He seems to be pleased with our silence.

“Y/N, hope that ponytail ain’t too tight.” Lyle chuckles, noticing my open hair. I glare at him, fully aware of my mistake. I almost always have to have my hair tied back, so it's rare anyone sees me like this.

I glance at Quaritch who is looking at my hair.

“I can run back and get it, sir.” I say, taking a step back to be ready to go.

“That won’t be necessary.” He calmly states, looking from my hair to my eyes, before speaking to the group.

“You won’t be needing it now. In fact, I think I prefer it like that.” he smirks, and I hear a few chuckles from the men. Z-Dog is just as confused as me.

“Alright squad, today’s… second session will be a bit different from what we did this mornin’. “ the Colonel starts announcing and everyone quiets down. I quickly scan the team, and notice Lyle grinning to himself. As if he knew about something. Maybe this was some sort of surprise.

“I discussed this matter with, Corporal Wainfleet here. We decided that this team needs less training as humans and more training as Na’vi. “ he continues. So Lyle does know what’s going on. I glance between him and the Colonel, wondering what they had planned. Maybe we would finally get to train our banshees today.

Lyle looks up at me and Z-Dog with a shit-eating grin on his face. I exchange judgemental looks with her. We wanted to know why we were dragged out here.

“If we want to find Sully, we need to be able to hunt Na’vi. I mean hunt like them and hunt them.” he says, his eyes roaming over all his soldiers, to make sure we understand and are listening.

“Which is exactly what we are going to do today.”

I raise my eyebrows. We were going to look for and hunt down Na’vi people? I didn’t know whether I was excited or terrified. Lyle is grinning again and looking at his buddies. They don’t seem to know all he knows and he signals to them that they’ll know in a second. Mansk is nodding along to what Quaritch says, staying serious while Lyle is acting like a teenager about to do something stupid. Maybe that is an exaggeration. He is standing still, keeping quiet and listening, but his grin is irritating me.

It doesn’t seem like a good sign.

“We’re just gonna go into the jungle and find some more blue freaks?” Fike asks, and Quaritch is now grinning too.

“Not exactly.” Lyle intervenes. “We’re going to practise that here, between us. We’re the only Na’vi for miles.”

“How?” I blurt out. To be fair, it what his fault for not saying all the information at once.

“Glad you asked, buttercup.” he smiles, turning to me. I frown at the nickname, straining my ears back. He does that often, to embarrass me in front of others I think, but it’s getting old.

“We’re gonna need two people to be the so-called prey.” he explains, while walking towards me. “The rest of the team will hunt them. As simple as that.”

“Who’s gonna be the prey? I don’t think anyone wants to volunteer for that one.” Prager announces after a minute and Lyle chuckles.

“We’ve already got our prey.” Lyle says, returning his gaze to me and looking me deep in the eyes.

Finally, I catch on to what he’s saying. I’m about to fire some comments back when Lyle is pulled away by Quaritch.

“Prey, my ass.” I snap at him, not angry just pissed off.

I glance between them and I hear Zdinarsk huff beside me in disbelief.

“No fucking way.” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

Mansk and the others understand now too. I hear a few chuckles from them, while I just stare at Lyle and Miles in disbelief.

“We’re not doing that.” I say, backing up Z-Dog.

“That’s an order.” Quaritch says, smirking amusedly.

“Why us? Why can’t one of them go?” I complain.

“That’s an order.” he repeats himself, underlining every word. I frown, letting my ears droop as my tail flicks behind me in irritation.

My silence is an answer to him and he returns to explaining.

“Now, our lovely ladies will get a five-minute head start. Then-”

“Five?!” I accidentally interrupt and he looks at me annoyed.

“I can make that three.” he threatens and I look down, not saying a word again. He turns back.

“Using the stronger senses we have in our bodies, it shouldn’t be too hard.” the Colonel continues to explain. The recom-men exchange glances and smirks, some nodding while others nudge each other’s arms. They seem happy.

Z-Dog and I exchange the hundredth glance for today, not seeming to believe what is happening.

“Pfft… stronger senses.” I mutter under my breath. I’ll make sure they won’t find me.

“That’s right Y/N,” the Colonel said. How did he even hear that?

“Some scientists told me that Na’vi get cycles. So-called ‘heat cycles’...”

My eyes widen. I just keep hearing more and more bad news.

“And apparently we are approaching our one soon…” Quaritch continues. Wainfleet is still grinning like the bitch he is.

Everyone is surprised and listening.

“Durin’ these times, it’s easier for us…” he points at the recom-men who are all gathered together, “to be able to pick up your pretty scent.” he turns to Z-Dog and me, smirking. Zdinarsk is very clearly not impressed, yet she seems almost unfazed by his words.

On the other hand, I am mindblown and I don’t know whether I’m pissed at Lyle, Miles or the scientists who summoned me into this body. I still can’t decide whether this experience is a curse or a blessing.

“To make it a tad easier for us, no shirts allowed.” Lyle added and Quaritch didn’t seem to disagree. That was it, that was my final straw. I couldn’t believe it. I snort, clutching my face in my palms while Z-Dog just chews her gum and watches my reaction.

“This is bullshit.” I say, letting my hands slide from my face. The entire team’s attention is focused on me and I don’t know how to feel about it.

Quaritch raises his eyebrow at me as if challenging me to continue my petty behaviour. I fall in line under his gaze.

Z-Dog sighs beside me before peeling her tank top off. I sigh as well. If she’s doing it, I must too. I turn away a little, facing the open runway and pull my tank top over my head, leaving me in a sports bra and cammies, like Z.

I turn around, arms crossed in front of my chest, holding the shirt. The team was oddly silent.

It wasn’t the first time we’d been in a sports bra in front of them. During the hot days or really intense training lessons, we would just wear them while the others didn’t even wear a shirt. But it still seemed different because this time it had a different meaning. But training is training, what can one do?

“Drink before you go.” Quaritch ordered, his own arms crossed over his chest, seeming pleased that we followed orders without complaining too much anymore.

After all, he was our superior, and responsible for us, so making us drink was not uncommon.

Lyle handed us each a water bottle, from which we took a few gulps. Some water trickled down the side of my mouth and on my chest but I didn’t care. It was too warm to mind that.

I handed it back to him, sending him a glare just to let him know that I was pissed.

“Alright, you’re ready.” Quaritch said, but I wasn’t finished just yet.

“What if I just don’t run?” I ask, more out of curiosity than sass.

He takes an intimidating step forward. “Then I’ll deal with you right here, in front of everyone.” He stated firmly, staring me down. I looked away again, nodding a little before turning away and standing next to Z-Dog again who was already facing where we have to go.

I didn’t quite know what he meant by that, I could only assume. And I assumed that he would do something I would not want others to see.

“Alright, you see the entry in the fence there? That’s where the forest starts. You go through there and then wherever you want after that. We’ll find you.” Quaritch says, pointing to the gate with the opening, separating the forest from the concrete. I huff annoyed facing the direction we were supposed to run in after throwing my shirt at Lyle’s face. It wasn’t far until the fence. I wondered if I would encounter any native creatures, thinking that perhaps I should be armed but then again, none of them ever get close to here.

“Happy runnin’ ladies. Time starts…now.” Quaritch says and once he finishes Z-Dog is walking away already. I jog up to her and we walk more or less side by side for a while. Then we hear someone yell that if we don’t start running now they will shorten the time. I groan out in frustration, letting my head fall back before picking up my pace and running to the fence, close behind Zdinarsk.

Before we know it we reach the fence where we slow down and look around before walking into the forest.

“Is it smart to stick together?” she asks me and I think about it.

“Probably not. If we’re working as a team here, it makes sense for us to split. That way if they all find one of us, the other is still fine.” I reply, not quite knowing what to expect.

“Let’s kick their ass. I say we continue for an hour, then we return home.” she says and smiles to herself.

“Heh- imagine if we just ditch the mission while they are still out here.” I chuckle and she joins.

Silence.

“We’d get in so much tr-”

“Yeah, Colonel would kill us.” She agrees.

We walk in silence again, thinking about what he would be yelling. Then I check my watch.

“They’ll come after us in a minute. We should split now.” I say and she nods in agreement.

“Aight. See ya’.” we bump our fists together before I take a right turn and she goes left. The next time I look over my shoulder, I don’t see her anymore.

I look at the time again. They must have already left the base. Probably just arrived in the forest right now.

I push my way through leaves, my ears flicking around, picking up small noises. The forest felt very abandoned. There was almost no noise.

I went deeper. If they would really follow my scent, I couldn’t have it going in a straight line. I let my feet carry me faster again and I made occasional turns while making sure I was putting enough distance between the base and me. With the new body came a new and better sense of coordination. If I would continue wandering for the next few hours, I still wouldn’t get lost.

I looked at my watch again only to see it had frozen. ‘Great’ I thought.

What feels like at least 2 hours have passed and my legs were getting a little tired. The sun was still up, it was only afternoon. I gave up on running. It seemed to me as though they had overestimated their capabilities and would not find me. Maybe I should start turning back?

I stop for a while, standing completely still, trying to pick up anything. Any noise, sight or smell. But there was nothing. While standing I became aware of an odd feeling in my groin.

I curse myself. The fucking heat cycle. It didn’t hit me, it slowly developed. I had felt something similar this morning, but it was growing now.

“My scent is probably stronger now.” I whisper to myself.

Once the 5 long minutes were over, Mansk had made it his priority to find you. While your aroused scent wasn’t present, your normal one was and that alone drove Mansk feral. He wanted to be the first one to get you.

Since your scent had a serious effect on Mansk, he was able to recognise it easier and he left the team, going out to hunt you down on his own.

I keep walking until I feel a different type of strange feeling. I look around myself and stay quiet, but no one is there. Yet, strangely I no longer feel like I am alone. As if I had some company that I didn’t know about. If my feeling was right, it was either a creature, Z-Dog or one of the soldiers.

Then again, Z went the other way and forest animals don’t come so close to the human’s area, so chances were one of the soldiers was close. I continued walking, looking in front for a while then turning my head, to glance behind me while still moving. I turn around and walk a few steps backwards, not changing the direction I was going in, trying to find any movement between the leaves I just walked by.

That’s when it happened. Suddenly I felt arms snake around me from behind. One held my arms down and wrapped around my waist while the other pressed someone’s hand over my mouth. I screamed from the sudden surprise but the short loud noise was muffled by the palm. It all happened so quickly, my mind was struggling to keep up.

I was pulled against someone’s body and I could immediately tell it was one of the recom’s because of the gear they were wearing. They held me close to their body, preventing my struggle and walking a few steps back.

“Shhh…” the voice cooed. “Stop strugglin’.”

My eyes opened wider. It was Mansk holding me. I let my eyes dart around, trying to find the others but it seemed as though he was alone. I calmed down, no longer trying to escape his grasp.

Mansk let his hand slip from my mouth but surprised me when he wrapped it around my neck, forcing my gaze up a little.

“Great, you- got me.” I say, attempting to get out of his embrace. “You can let me go now.”

“That ain’t happenin’.” he replied, tightening his arm around me. I whine in protest, letting my head drop a little.

“Can’t let you escape now.” he said and from the way the words left his mouth, I could tell he was grinning.

His presence affected me. Smelling his musk and being pressed up against his chest had my heart racing and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he would pick up on that.

“I won’t run away, my leg hurts.” I lie to him, knowing I need to distance myself from him as fast as possible. I wasn’t sure what would happen if he would know what was going on. Quaritch told us all about the heat cycles but I don’t think anyone was expecting it to start today. Maybe it was the fact that this predator-prey game had me feeling some type of way.

To my surprise, he lets me go but doesn’t step away. His arms just fall to his sides and he is examining my every movement. I turn around to properly face him.

Mansk and I were never really close. The whole team was close but we were never more than that. But it wasn’t awkward between us. Some other atmosphere was created. I would have said I felt sexual tension but that could be just because slowly I was becoming painfully aroused and he happened to be really attractive.

I took a few steps back, watching him as he watched me. Something about the way he looked at me had me thinking that he seemed frustrated. Perhaps it was the way his tail was flicking around behind him.

But without further ado, I needed to save myself and my ego. I was too prideful to give in to my feelings just yet. I couldn’t make it that easy.

My feet took off, back in the direction I came from and away from Mansk.

Of course, he was predicting a reaction like that so without hesitation, he was sprinting after me.

In the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, letting out an even louder scream this time. Mansk must have thrown himself at me and I was planted basically face-first in the ground. I was laying stretched out and I felt Mansk on top of me.

“Nice try.” he chuckled, pulling my arms behind my back. I groaned in frustration, knowing I had no chance to escape him and that time was running out. Mansk cuffed both my wrists together with the elastic red handcuffs we carried around.

“Really? Handcuffs?” I ask, trying to ridicule his actions as my last resort.

He turns me over so that my back is laying on the floor and I’m looking up at him. He’s on his knees, with each leg on either side of my thighs.

“I caught you, sweetheart. I ain’t lettin’ you out’ my sight.” he said, pushing his shades up on his head to get a better look at me.

I felt how my cheeks heated up and the feeling between my legs was now undeniable.

“Look at you, all pretty and flustered.” he smirks. His hand cups the side of my face and he runs his thumb over my cheek.

The sight and the scent of you have him feeling extremely fucking turned on. The whole hunt had him getting worked up and he had been fighting the urge to relieve himself. But it wasn’t something he could do himself. He felt the urge to breed.

Seeing you under him like this, experiencing your own heat problems had Mansk lose control. Once he picked up the scent of you in the forest, most of his common sense was gone. His mind could only focus on finding you. Now he succeeded and he wasn’t able to hold back.

Without another thought, he flipped me back around. His hands traced my body, running down my back and back up my hips. He fumbled with my bra, just touching the fabric before he attached his hands to my pants and started tugging them down. With his strength, the belt was useless. He removed my panties in the process too because his fingertips hooked under both waistbands.

Mansk pulled my hips up while my upper body remained pressed into the ground. He was positioned right behind me and I heard him groan a little once my pants were removed. My heavy breathing was accompanied by his.

His hand wrapped around my nervously swishing tail and he moved it out of the way, while his own tail was revealing his own frustrations.

Mansk’s urges were getting stronger the more he would try to solve them. He sense how badly I was suffering the heat as well and were both just desperate to solve our problems. I needed him so badly and vice versa.

I heard him undo his belt hastily while wrapping his other hand around my braid to make sure I can’t escape. Soon enough he let out a sigh of relief and I felt him press his bare crotch against mine. I felt his throbbing dick, pressed up against my pulsating core. The warmth of our bodies was mixing and he couldn’t take it anymore. Mansk was quite literally panting now, his big hands gripping my hips.

I felt him pull away before moving his hips forward. His dick was perfectly lined up with where I craved him the most and he thrust forward into me, burying himself as deep into me as he could.

I moaned, arching my back and pressing myself into him more while he bit his lip, letting his head drop back in relief.

“F-fuck babygirl… so tight f’er me.” he groaned, before pulling out and repeating his actions.

Mansk then leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands firmly splayed out on the ground on either side of my body. He tucked my waist right below his stomach and continued bucking his hips up into mine. My mind was getting cloudy and I whimpered, the pleasure saving me from the uneasy cravings I felt before. Mansk started to ruthlessly fuck me from behind, but the more he did the more he realised how deep and strong his need to breed was. He needed you to stay in your place beneath him and take it.

All chances of you leaving were eliminated when he wrapped both his arms around your tilted waist, hugging you while continuing to rut into my almost squelching pussy. My body's noises ignited a fire in him. The harder he fucked me, the louder the noise of skin slapping filled my ears. His head was lolling down and he quickly undid my handcuffs with one swift move. He needed to be closer to me. I pushed my upper body up from the ground, being rocked forward by his thrusts on all fours.

Mansk immediately pressed his chest against my back, one toned arm holding him up while the other hugged me, bringing my entire body closer to him.

“Mansk-” I whine, feeling the building-up pressure deep inside me. It felt like too much but it was so good.

“Take it.” he growled into my ear. His fangs were bared and his ears strained back as both of us had our primal sides take over our bodies. Mansk’s head rested in the crook of my neck, his panting breath heating up my already warm skin.

I started to clench around him, feeling my orgasm approach sooner than expected. He felt the way I squeezed him and it stimulated him more, so he sped up his pace a little. My body was tensing and with a few more thrusts, I came undone around Mansk.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I let out what sounded like another scream, followed by a string of moans calling out Mansk’s name.

He relentlessly pounded into me and then had his climax take over his body. Mansk was drowning in pleasure and was only acting on his instincts. He needed to keep you in place so he tightened his grip around your body, caging you in, bit down between your shoulder and neck, stilled his hips and released his load deep into you.

His tense muscles soon relaxed and his arm dropped to the ground to ensure he wouldn’t fall. My legs were shaking and both of us were trying to regain our breath.

The mating bite he gave me didn’t even hurt in the moment. Once he released, he removed his fangs from my skin, just letting his hot open lips rest on it.

I let my head drop, releasing a breathy sigh. The fuzziness in my mind was fading away and reality was returning.

Mansk then slowly lifted himself off my back, pulling out in the process. He rested his hand on my back, while the two of us calmed down. I sat back on my knees, lazily lifting my head and checking our surroundings.

“Y’ alright?” he asked me, and I heard a hint of worry in his voice. Maybe he thought that he hurt me.

I nod, smiling.

“Yeah, great.”

He smirked, handing me my pants before pulling his ones up and adjusting his belt.

I sit there for a while, holding the clothes and just trying to focus on clearing my mind. That’s when I pick up a noise. My head turns in the direction of the distant rustling leaves. I wonder whether I’m just hearing things but when I turn back to look at Mansk, who is geared up again I can tell he’s hearing it too.

Seeing that you haven’t quite recovered yet, Mansk steps forward, feeling the need to protect you. His ears were tipped back but still trained on the approaching noise. He raised his weapon, waiting to see what would come out between the tall grass, huge leaves and trees.

He stood in front of me as if he were shielding me from what was to come. I watched as well, staying alert in case of any danger. My hands held my clothes over my exposed self, trying to cover up what a few moments earlier I had exposed.

After a few moments, the noise got so close one could tell it was footsteps by the pace at which the noise was coming in. My eyes widened and I went pale. Mansk wasn’t the only recom hunting me.

Quickly I stood up, holding the clothes in front of my abdomen, fastening them by wrapping my tail around myself. I stood behind Mansk, peeking past him to see.

A faint voice was heard and some mumbling until we saw the leaves rustling. Suddenly, Quaritch emerged from the forest with Lyle behind him.

They looked just as surprised to see us as we were to see them. Well, the two men were following my scent just like Mansk had done, but they were surprised to see Mansk there with me.

Manks lowered his weapon, wanting to let out a small sigh of relief at the false alarm of danger until he realised that they must be in the same state he was in before. While he still felt protective, he couldn’t prevent anything from happening. Especially because both of them were his superiors. Colonel Quaritch and Corporal Wainfleet.

“Well won’t ya look at that,” Quaritch said looking at me. “I was hopin’ to catch you.”

I don’t think either of them had caught on to what had happened. Lyle only now realised that I was standing behind Mansk. The Colonel observed Mansk, raising an eyebrow at him before Mansk huffed and moved out of the way.

Miles’ and Lyle’s eyes landed on me and instantly noticed the newly bare skin I was showing. They seemed surprised again. The Colonel raised both his eyebrows, just staring at me pathetically trying to cover myself and he scoffed.

Lyle was grinning, both of them seeming amused by how I was standing in front of them. Mansk on the other hand was cursing himself for not dressing you when he had the chance. He wasn’t thrilled about the idea of them seeing you like this. At least he got you first.

That’s when I heard a voice in my ear and realised it was Z-Dog. My ears perked up and I flinched a little.

‘Y/N?’ she asked and I pressed the call on my throat to reply.

“Z-Dog? How you doing?” I ask, wondering whether she hasn’t been caught yet. Miles notices what’s happening and presses his own call on his throat, listening to our conversation.

‘I’m kinda fucked, not gonna lie.’ she replies and I have to suppress a giggle.

“Same here.” I reply and she starts complaining about this taking too long. Miles dismisses it with a wave of his hand and stops listening. I do too, needing to focus on the situation I was in.

Quaritch walks past Mansk and towards me, while Lyle follows. He stares me down but not in a hateful way. He’s examining me. My reactions to him. He needs to know how I feel because my scent has had him and Lyle both feeling sexually frustrated over the past hour.

Lyle passes his fellow soldier. “What? Don’t like sharin’?” he teases Mansk before returning his gaze to me. Mansk grunts, clearly not pleased.

“I thought you were innocent, princess.” Miles said, putting his finger under my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes.

I started feeling all flustered and overwhelmed again. If more soldiers would come after Miles and Lyle I would pass out.

For slight comfort, I curled my tail around my lower thigh. My eyes looked away from Quaritch’s ones and I naturally had my ears tipped back, showing my restless state.

“I think I prefer you like this, though.” Miles added and Lyle smirked. I looked up at Miles and noticed how his nose twitched.

He picked up your scent which was 10 times as strong now. He had it flooding his mind with vivid imaginations for the past hour, but never was it this strong.

I watched how his pupils seemed to dilate and his eyes magically grew darker. Lyle smelled it too, and groaned, adjusting his pants. I glanced down and almost gasped. They seemed to be just as lust-hindered as me.

While my problem had just been solved by Mansk, seeing them had me feeling aroused all over again. I bit my lip and clenched my legs together and Miles’ eyes shot down, watching my movements. That’s what broke his restraining form. He grabbed my shoulder, angling me to the side so that his hand could grasp my braid. His other hand then went down and he tore the pants that were covering me from my grip. I squeaked at the sudden movements and then felt how Quaritch kicked in the back of my knees, making me fall down to mine with his guidance.

Lyle chuckled, moving forward to stand in front of me. Quaritch got down on his knees behind me, examining me for a few seconds before his hand reached out for my bra and pulled it up so that my breasts were now bare in front of all of them. My face heated up in embarrassment because I was the only one exposed like this.

He then pushed me further down and I found myself on all fours again. My tail was trying to cover my pussy but it was no use. The Colonel had one hand wrapped around my braid, tugging it back, while the other grabbed my tail and moved it to the side.

Suddenly, Lyle got down on his knees in front of me and I noticed how strained his pants were from his hard-on. He took over, holding the braid so that Quaritch could focus on my lower half. He held my tail to the side and let his fingers glide through the folds of my pussy.

Still being a little sensitive from last time, I flinch but it feels so good that a soft moan escapes my lips.

“Look at you, acting like a bitch in heat.” Miles teases, delivering a harsh spank to my right cheek. I yelp, biting down on my lip and the Lyle cups my face, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb, just staring down at me while his superior continues to tease me.

I was in fact, a bitch in heat.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want.” Quaritch says and I feel a little relieved that the teasing will end.

The Colonel would have continued but he needed to solve his own cravings and they couldn’t wait any longer.

Behind me, I once again heard a belt being undone and a zipper opened. Lyle did the same in front of me and I gasped a little when I saw his dick. Holy shit, he was big.

I felt Miles, push his head against my hot slick skin, rubbing it for a bit before he lined himself up with me. I held my breath, knowing there was almost no time for foreplay because our needs were too strong. One could call the hunt, foreplay.

Quaritch’s hand wrapped around my tail and his other hand gripped my hip and he thrust himself into me swiftly with one move. I was still wet from Mansk so it was easier to fit this time.

Miles hissed at the feeling and pleasure started clouding his senses too. I moaned, arching my back into Miles and Lyle chuckled.

“I didn’t think you’d be greedy, Buttercup.” Lyle teased, placing his cock on my parted lips. “You just got fucked and now ya gettin’ it again.”

I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying because Quaritch started moving his hips against mine, not being able to stop himself from mindlessly rutting into me.

“Open that pretty lil’ mouth, baby.” Lyle said, grasping my jaw into his hand. I do as he says and look at him through the eyelashes of my half-lidded eyes. Lyle lets my tongue glide over the tip of his dick and he bites down on his bottom lip, tightening his grip on my hair. Then he slowly angles my jaw down and pushes a bit of himself into me, so that his dick presses against the inside of my cheek. I wrap my lips around him, using my tongue to continue to worship his cock.

Miles grunts, speeding his pace up. “Ya feel so good- fuck, sweet’eart.” he curses, keeping his eyes fixed on where he’s disappearing into me while occasionally glancing at how I’m taking Lyle.

Lyle holds my head in place and rocks his hips back a forth a bit. I can see how he is fighting the urge to just fuck my face but if I would let him I would most definitely suffocate. Each time he pushes himself down my throat a little more, until I reach my limit and he’s only halfway in. Luckily, Lyle doesn’t seem to care because once he pushed in as far as possible, his head lolled back in bliss.

Each time Miles hit a specific spot inside me that made me lose my mind, I moaned around Lyle which stimulated him even further.

“Such a slut for us, huh baby?” Miles said breathily, knowing damn well I couldn’t reply.

“So good…” Lyle sighed, his eyes watching my lips.

I was being tugged back and forth, and I felt Quaritch’s nails dig into my hip. Their pants and grunts were sending shivers down my body and I felt my legs start to shake.

“Who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart?” Miles asks, speeding up his ruthless pace. I moan around Lyle in response, squeezing my eyes shut.

Lyle can’t help himself but push himself a little further into you. It’s been overwhelming from the start and now I can’t restrain a choke, followed by a muffled cough. Quickly, I try to relax my throat and I feel tears stinging in the corners of my eyes.

I look up pleadingly at Lyle and see how his bottom lip has almost turned white from how hard he is holding it between his teeth. His tail is flicking behind him in satisfaction and his muscles keep flexing.

I feel Miles’ thrusts go sloppy and he lets go of my hip, his free hand travelling beneath me and almost immediately finding my clit. My eyes shoot open and I whimper.

He applies pressure to my clit, rubbing it with his middle finger while I can’t stop myself from pressing further into him.

“That’s it, almost there, baby.” Miles says between clenched teeth, focusing on having me release at the same time as him.

I hollow my cheeks around Lyle and he groans again, throwing his head back while guiding my head up and down him. The fact that I’m able to take so much of him into my mouth turns him on so much he can’t suppress his climax anymore.

Lyle thrusts forward, holding my mouth firmly close to him while his entire body tenses and he empties himself down my throat. Since he’s so far down, I swallow all of his cum out of reflex.

Lyle pulls out of me and I manage to finally breathe again. His fingers wipe some spit and cum off my lip as he watches the way my face contorts in pleasure.

“Sir-” I moan, wanting to let him know I’ll cum soon. Addressing him like that at this moment made his stomach twist in excitement and he continued to pound into me.

“I know baby, you can let go.” He breathes out, his finger still massaging my clit. He switches his angle again and perfectly hits my G-spot making me cry out.

I come undone and swear that I can see stars. My mind and vision go blank for a few seconds as I spasm around Quaritch who rides out my high before climaxing. He curses under his breath, both hands gripping my hips as he thrusts himself as deep into me as possible and stills his movements.

The Colonel’s muscles flex and his head falls back while he releases his cum deep into me, having it mix with Mansk’s.

Lyle had zipped his pants up again, and was holding my head up with his hand, grinning at the way my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I hear a sigh behind me and Miles slowly pulls out and I start losing balance. My body starts tipping to one side but both men hold me steadily again before I can fall.

“You still with us, Buttercup?” Lyle asks, chuckling when he sees my glossy eyes. I’m completely fucked out and they know it.

I nod, with a small cough and a sniffle. He wipes a few tears away, caressing my cheek again. My bra was adjusted down again and after Miles dressed himself, he helped me back into my underwear and pants.

Mansk helped me to my feet while the other two adjusted their belts and picked up their weapons. I was leaning against him, my head pressed against his arm while I tried to regain my senses in reality.

“You doin’ okay, pretty?” Mansk asks, his hand comfortingly rubbing up and down my back. I gently nod, sniffling a little again and rubbing my eye. I was so exhausted.

“We’re headin’ back. We reassemble the squad and then return to base.” Miles orders and both soldiers nod. He walks up to me, smiling when I look up at him.

“You did good, sweetheart. Can ya’ manage?” he asks, wondering whether I will be able to walk home. I tiredly nod, and he returns it before leading the way. Mansk guides me, letting me lean on him whenever I have to while Lyle walks at the back, to ensure our safety.

Even though I was still in a rather scary and unfamiliar environment, to be completely honest, I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer in my entire life.

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Colonel's Orders Version 2.0 (Ja and Prager smut)

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Speak up, Love. - Pt. 1

Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Summary - Selectively mute!reader is an incredibly important scientist + medic who was killed while tending to soldiers in an active warzone before becoming a recom and getting taken under the wing of renounced colonel, Miles Quaritch.

Warnings - Explicit content, no smut, selectively mute + smart reader, sub reader, mention of blood (he spits blood into her mouth), fighting, alludes to bullying (Lyle to reader, other soldiers to reader), smut in future parts, petnames ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, and ‘good girl’ used

‘"they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."’

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Colonel Quaritch is wrapping up his orientation speech to the rest of the recoms, yourself included. Amongst the tall blue aliens all of you have found yourselves representing as, you are visibly smaller than most, if not the entirety of the crowd. Even in your human form, you would’ve seemed pitiful compared to them.

It would be easy for anyone here to portray you as inferior to them. You’re not a soldier. You don’t hold the rank they do.

You’re unimportant; simply a medic who was somehow trusted enough by your superiors to be present on a hostile planet, yet idiotic enough to have wound up fatally injured.

Very few, maybe even none, of these people are aware that given the incentive, you could end them without a second thought.

"Ah, Corporal Wainfleet. Good to see you again." The colonel says after wrapping up his speech, looking at the man next to you, Lyle Wainfleet. You've never even made eye contact with the guy, yet he dislikes you.

You’ve heard the way he speaks of you when he assumes you can’t. The way he degrades your work, your intelligence, you.

Lyle nods in respect, shaking Colonel Quaritch's hand as he stands and leaves.

"Ah." The colonel says as he steps to the side, leering over you as you look up from your seat. "Hello." He tilts your head up, his fingers pressing under your chin.

Your eyes narrow, but only slightly. Lyle halts in his tracks. He looks back towards your conversation, as do most of the recoms still in earshot. Hums and Haws start to slip from their mouths.

So, they’ve pinned you as an outsider then.

Corporal Lyle leans his weight onto the foot closest to you. He sucks in a breath. “She’s, um.. That is-”

The colonel leans back on the heels of his boots. He’s looking at Lyle through the corner of his eyes, not bothering to dull his harsh expression.

“I know very well who she is, Lyle.” His voice drawls on the other man’s name, his tongue running over his teeth as his inferior hurries to justify the stuttered attempt of an introduction that Col. Quaritch didn’t want nor need.

"She doesn't speak very often, sir.” Lyle offers finally, a smirk dancing across his lips as he finishes the sentence. “In all honesty, we don’t think she can, except for when she is displaying her quote en quote, ‘revolutionary’, scientific work.”

He laughs. “I think she might be too cowardly to face peoples reactions when she opens herself up to conversations that don’t affirm her high opinion of herself.”

The colonel raises his eyebrows at you, a soft expression of concern, his fingertips grazing your jaw as he turns away. "Hm, Lyle?"

"Yes, sir?"

“It would do you well to mind your own business.”

His eyes flick back down, returning his undivided attention to you, while lowering his voice for just your ears to hear. "Oh, I definitely know who you are. Would you be interested in, well I don’t know, proving your competence to your superior?"

As your eyes widen, you realise that it would probably be in your best interest to respond to him. You ought not to be disrespectful to your superior, so you move to nod in response.

If you speak, you will either embarrass yourself and attract even more attention towards you and the colonel, or you will try and your voice will simply not comply, humiliating yourself in front of one of the few superior officers who has not yet been properly acquainted with you, or your work.

Colonel Quaritch’s fingertips hold you in place, depriving you of a silent manner of response. You can hear his voice in your ears, despite it not leaving his lips. ‘If you want to say yes to me, you have to find a better way to do it.’

You open your mouth, your shoulders shaking in tune with your voice as it fails you. "Y- ye, I.. hm."

His fingers leave your face, taking pity upon you, allowing you the privilege to respond to him without losing any more decency than you have already, which if you consider it, may be statistically impossible.

As soon as he allows you the ability to move your eyes away from his, you do. You glue your eyes to the ground, giving a small nod. Noticeable enough to satisfy him as a response, yet not so frantic as to prompt mocking comments about your enthusiasm.

Muffled snickers make their way to your ears from across the room, and your heart falls. You had assumed that the colonel’s squad of recoms had left the room, or removed themselves from earshot at the very least.

Colonel Quaritch turns to face the group of recoms in the opposite corner of the room, his face twisted in irritation. Clearly, he is a man that doesn’t approve of being interrupted. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" He snarls, his hand resting on your shoulder. The group of eavesdropping soldiers quickly scatter, trailing off in the direction of the mess hall. If they are in search of food, they shall be disappointed. Any leftovers were likely cleaned away a while ago.

"C'mon." He commands, tugging on your shoulder. You stand, finding the height difference between him and yourself impressive. He must’ve been one of, if not the tallest in the room. There must be at least a foot between you. You could probably find his file somewhere, get his exact height. The colonel interrupts your train of thought, placing his hand in a fist around your wrist. It’s gentle, allowing him to have leverage without putting you in pain.

He leads you behind him through the RDA base, drawing attention with every step he takes. While you walk, - he walks, while you get dragged - You attempt to make it seem as if the staring is lost on you, distracting yourself by watching his tail slide along the back of his calf, every so often lifting up and swishing across the front of yours.

On your tippy-toes, you reach out and use your free hand to tap on his, very muscular, upper arm and grab his attention. He wouldn't notice you otherwise, you think. Even if you stood in front of him and stopped him from walking, he would simply shove you aside. The colonel seems to be lost in his own world most of the time. Not in the way you are, though. In a cocky way. He holds himself in a way that says 'I don't care what you think of me. I don't care about you, why should I? Do you care about the roach that crawls over your shoe? About the millions of ants you squash throughout your lifetime? You are nothing but a mere insect to me, why should you matter?'.

He stops in his tracks and turns to face you. If the two of you hadn't already attracted enough attention, you're gaining more by the second. "What is it?"

You raise your eyebrows and point ahead of you, careful not to accidentally gesture towards anyone. Where are we going? You want to know.

"Oh darl, I have heard legends about the way you fight, your insane talent in mere hand to hand combat that most men cannot equal with any weapon known to mankind.. You have no idea what I would've done to get you in the ring. Yet, you - for some reason - opted out of being a soldier.”

You nod with a smile dawning on your face, him slowly matching it with his when he senses the pride that he instilled in you. His grip, almost loosened to the point of letting you go completely, tightens again as you walk towards the gym. A path clears in the colonel’s wake, your eyes facing the floor to avoid accidentally catching anyone else's as you pass. The colonel slows as he notices your discomfort, swapping his grip on your wrist for his arm slung across your waist. You lean into him, as if when you get close enough you can melt into him and disappear.

He pulls you down a hallway with next to nobody down it, "Shortcut. Less stares, if that was troubling you." He glances to the side, giving you his eyes. You nod. You dislike the attention that Colonel Quaritch is drawing to you.

His grip on your waist loosens slowly, and eventually he lets you slip out of his grip and trail a few steps behind, likely because of the severe decrease in crowding around you. You glance up from your feet when the soft thudding of his footsteps disappears, to find that he's stopped in front of a heavy-looking door and is fumbling in his pockets.

You run your eyes over him, zoning in on a shiny ring hooked to one of his belt loops. Hanging from the ring are a few keys, and a square card that gives him access to his room. You presume he's looking for one of the keys that are resting against the fabric of his pants, and remove the loop from his body while he rummages through his pockets.

You take a few steps forward, slipping past the colonel, and kneel down to look at the keyhole. Colonel Quaritch steps towards you in wonderment as you slide in the door’s key. You turn the key in its hole, and receive the affirming click.

You pull the key out and step back to let the colonel open the door, but you forgot he was directly behind you. You falter from the impact of stepping into him, stumbling downwards, but his arms snake around your waist on instinct as your back hits his chest. You let out a sigh of embarrassment.

You try to resume your plan of moving back to the side and following Quaritch into the gym, but his arms tighten around me, holding you in place.

"Not yet darl. How did you unlock that?"

"You were looking for the key, and I saw your keys. I took the keys, then I looked at the keyhole and I matched the key with it. I was right about all of that, so now the door is unlocked. If you would let me g- g, g-"

"Wow. That was a bit of a breakthrough for you huh, sweetheart? That's a lot of words in a short time. Good job darlin.”

You move your hands around funnily to accompany words that will not come out, slipping out of Colonel Quaritch’s arms and turning to face him. The Colonel raises his eyebrows patiently, watching you, slightly amused. He gives you his tablet to type on.

You nod softly, your fingers immediately beginning to type.

'I don't really like speaking. I never have. Eventually I just became accustomed to staying silent. Sometimes I just can’t bring myself to get words out. I find it easy to speak about my intelligence though, except when I feel like I am going to be singled out for it. I like explaining the process of my thoughts. People don't like it when they can't understand things, I like it when I can help them understand.'

When you turn the tablet around to show it to him, he takes a second, making sure to read it carefully and correctly. He doesn't want to miss a word.

"I'm glad you can speak about your intelligence darl. I'm sorry that people single you out for it, they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."

The blood rushes to your face as the colonel watches you carefully, taking you in. He taps the tablet lightly, tilting his head. 'Do you have something to say?'

You take the tablet from his hands, staring at the tablet blankly, before shaking it to erase the previous writing.

'Thank you, Colonel Quaritch.' You type.

"Colonel Quaritch is long. Colonel is fine." He mutters, his eyes on the tablet.

You shake the tablet to erase your writing once again, raising your eyebrows and biting your lip as you type.

'Just colonel?’

"Yes."

You slowly hand the colonel his tablet back as he leads you into the gym. He goes through the door first, capturing any possible attention, dragging it away from you. You follow through after him, glad to find that there's nobody inside.

The colonel grabs your wrist again, and pulls you towards the wrestling ring in the corner. He stops halfway, positioning you in front of a punching bag, and supplying you with a pair of boxing gloves. He stands behind you, the sight of his shadow towering over yours nearly bringing you to your knees with the wish of sinking into the ground.

You pull on the boxing gloves and tighten them appropriately, and stand still while the colonel repositions you. He lays a piece of tape a few centimetres in front of your feet, and you bring a foot forward to rest the tip of your boot against it.

You try to buck out of his grasp when he places his hands on your hips, but he simply pulls you backwards and grips you tighter, fingertips already forming bruises. He tilts your hips at an angle, and promptly releases you. "Sorry, darl, but you have got to be tougher than that."

You nod, quickly and apologetically, while he steps out from behind you. He stands, on the edge of getting in the way, far enough to be safe from accidentally getting wiped out by the punching bag, but not out of reach if you happen to do it on purpose.

'Square up' he gestures, and you follow his command, lean your weight into your toes, and throw a punch. A hard punch. It could've been harder, though. Even so, the punching bag is flung into the air. You step aside as it comes back down, catching it as it swings past you. Having slowed it down, you release it, and let it fall back to its original position.

"Good girl," the colonel snarls, positioning himself behind the punching bag. He takes a few steps back, for his own safety.

You shift your weight ever so slightly, and take a second punch. To the colonel's dismay, you hold back, and the bag doesn't swing into his face.

"Don't do that."

"W-?" You tilt your head slightly

"Don’t hold back on me. I'm strong enough to take whatever you throw at me, darling."

You nod, punching again, as hard as you'll go, so the chain that's hoisting the punching bag doesn't break or come unravelled. The force of falling to the floor usually splits the bag open. It's happened before. Quite a few times actually.

Colonel catches the bag, almost half effortlessly. He throws it back. You punch it once more.

He nods slightly while catching it. "Good job." He passes it back, and you throw another perfect punch.

Catch, throw, punch. Positive affirmation. Repeat, repeat.

The colonel catches, throws, makes his way behind you, distracts you. You step aside, and Colonel Quaritch gets hit square in the chest with a punching bag. He stumbles back and falls to the floor. After giving a small, quiet chuckle, you walk over and kneel next to him.

"Sorry darl, that was my fault.." He winces. You tilt your head softly, giving him a patronising thumbs up. He rolls his eyes, and smacks your hand down. You cradle your wrist to your chest in overly exaggerated pain. "You can punch harder than that. We both know it."

You shake your head, calling his bluff.

"Oh darling. Stop lying to me. I was there. I know what you can do."

You scrunch up your nose, tilting your head to the side in confusion .

"I saw you knock down those punching bags. Every. Single. One. Every time."

Blood rushes to your face again, your cheeks flushing a deep purple.

"Yeah, there you go. You know what I'm talking about. You know you're proud of yourself. You should be sweetheart."

I nod quickly, waiting for him to get to the point.

"You know what I want you to do, darling. You need to punch it as hard as you can, you want to and you know it. You want to break it. Can you do that for me darl?"

You smile through pursed lips, an attempt of hiding your pride in your own strength. You bring yourself to your feet, positioning yourself in front of the punching bag. When you look towards the colonel for his approval, you find his gaze already glued on you. He nods affirmation, and you take a deep breath while getting into position. Shifting your hips, you squeeze your eyes shut. Once you open them, you let out a deep sigh, and throw your fist against the firm exterior of the punching bag.

You step aside, breathing in and out with relief as the bag circles the rafter it's dangling from. The chain, rusted, ancient, and distressed, gets halfway unravelled before snapping off. The bag slaps the floor beside the colonel with a loud thump, and fortunately without splitting.

The colonel rises to his feet, and once you pull off the boxing gloves, he shakes your hand. You gesture towards the ring and he nods once, sharply. Your hair brushes the insides of his thighs as you bend down to retrieve your gloves, and he takes a sharp intake of breath before getting a pair of his own. You slip under the bottom rope, and he climbs over the opposing top one.

You meet in the middle of the ring, and the colonel's voice softly counts down.

"Three, two, one-"

You throw a punch to his chest, and he's forced to take a couple steps back and regain his breath. He doesn't get the chance though, as you throw yourself against the ropes to propel a kick into his stomach.

He coughs softly, spitting a little bit. He places his gloved hands on your waist, and throws you onto the ground. He places one of his feet on your spine to flatten your back, and sends a kick bouncing off your skull. Your gloves reach above your head, grabbing onto his ankle. You tug it, and the loss of balance removes his foot from your back and brings him down to your level.

Jumping to your feet, you force a foot under the colonel's stomach, and flip him onto his back. You bring a knee to his stomach, leaning all your weight onto him. Colonel Quaritch squirms. sputtering, trying to shove you off of him. He eventually topples you, your head slamming against the floor. His feet outstretch, trying to push you out of the ring and onto the ground as he squirms. Once he realises his efforts are going to waste, it's already too late, and you’re straddling his stomach. While you send a punch to his nose, his hands come to your waist, ready to throw you off. You slam one of your hands to one of his wrists, but it's too little too late. The hand you assaulted goes to the ground, but his other one pulls you down with it. He climbs on top of you, making you whimper slightly.

He's crushing you with his weight. You tilt your head back onto the floor and scrunch up your face before you look back up to face him. You take in his features for a mere few seconds before his gloved knuckles slam into your right cheek, the left side of your face landing against the ground so hard that you’re sure there's a black eye forming. A drop of the colonel's blood falls onto your bruised cheek, and you look up to see the blood from his nose dripping into his mouth, and dripping off his face.

"Need a break darling? Too much?" The colonel chuckles, looking down at you condescendingly.

A smile dawns across your face, before you punch him in the eye hard enough to send it spinning for a full 360 in the socket. His smile matches yours, and so does his attitude. The colonel punches you in the chest, making you gasp for air. He takes the chance and spits his blood into your mouth. You gag, choking on his blood, and turn to the side to spit it out. Well, you try to, but his fingers stop you from moving. Before you get the chance to resolve it by just turning to the other side, his hand slips from the side of your cheek to under your chin, holding you in place.

"What a fucking bitch." He grunts with a chuckle, and you shake your head as violently as you can with your face in his grip. "No, darling. You are. Yeah, you are."

You glare up at him, your eyes holding his.

"I knew you were strong, but god, sweetheart. You are fucking magnificent. Swallow." He growls, the familiar snarl you’ve heard him use many times before seeping into his voice, and a drop of blood falls from his philtrum onto your bruised cheekbone.

You gather up saliva to return his blood and spit, but his hand slides over your mouth and forces your head down on the ground as more of his blood drips onto your face.

"Nah, darling. Don't do that." He lets your head come up slightly, just to bring it back down to the ground, somewhat gently.

Your gaze softens as his hardens, and you reluctantly swallow, the metallic taste of blood sticking around as it usually does.

"Hm." He chuckles. "Good girl. Good girl."

You squint your eyes at him in anger, quickly flipping him on his back. Kneeling one knee next to him, you bring the other to his crotch, and strike as hard as you can. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Fi-

He grabs you by your collar and hoists you up to face level, making eye contact with you. He doesn't want you to miss a word he says.

"You cannot win, darl. You're strong. You might be stronger than me. But I am smarter, and I am bigger, and I am faster. I am purely better than you darling, and there is nothing you will ever be able to do about it."

You like the colonel in the ring. He thinks the way you do. He's cockier, yes, but that's because he thinks he can win. And he will. He's like you, you think you can win anything that you want to. You don't think you want to win this.

You don't like most people, but you like Colonel Quaritch. You like the colonel from the hallway, the person who gave you a voice and listened to every word it said. You like the colonel from the punching bag, the guy who fed your ego, was interested in your strength, was cocky enough to stand behind your punching bag. The guy who was strong enough to take it. You like the colonel in the ring, the dickhead who got blood all over you, who thinks he could win if you didn't want him to, who says what comes to mind without hesitating about if it's going to hurt you. It doesn't, by the way. He might be able to hurt you, but his words can't.

He wasn't incorrect, per se. He is smarter than you, but only tactically speaking, your job isn’t to win the war, it’s to make sure he can. He is bigger than you, his height is much, much larger than yours. The span of his shoulders is too. As is the size of his muscles. You don't think he's faster than you, but you’ll get the chance to find out. You memorised his room number. You could challenge him to a race, presuming he has any free time. But he is not using any of his superior properties, he is trying to outdo you in sheer strength alone. He could crush you if he wanted to, squash you like a bug in under a minute without so much as a second thought. But he doesn't know how to. You must show him.

You blink, slowly, encouraging him to make a move against you, give himself an advantage. The colonel looks you over a couple times, analysing your weak spots, questioning how to defeat you. Finding stability by wrapping your hands around the ropes bordering the ring, you hoist yourself up to sit atop them. You bring your hands to your chest, and throw a few weak, less-than-half hearted punches into his.

"Wh.. what are we doing here. Are you bored with this? Are you toying with me? You can punch harder than that. A lot harder than that." The colonel snarls, his frown deepening with each word.

You shrug, your legs growing restless, swinging back and forth, landing soft kicks above his knees every so often. He takes a deep breath, getting increasingly irritated, before pulling off his boxing gloves and lifting you from the ropes to the ground.

"What do you want." He sighs defeatedly, dragging his tablet out of his pocket and handing it to you.

You start to type.

'You can defeat me. I am inferior to you, but for some reason you are trying to outdo me in the area I excel in. I am as strong as you, but you are more tactical. And you are taller, bigger. If you wanted to squash me, you could. If you commanded me to lose, I would. If you had thought for two seconds before pulling out the hotheaded soldier who spewed his hormonal blood-saliva cross contamination into my mouth, I may respect you a bit more. Colonel.'

Once he takes the tablet from your outstretched hand, his eyebrows practically shoot off his face as he reads. Shaking away the writing, he slides the tablet into his pocket before giving you his full, undivided attention, which is accompanied by piercing eye contact.

"Big move, calling me hotheaded, the very second after explaining exactly how easy I would find it to 'squash you' like a bug. Oh and sweetheart," He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning slightly closer to you, as if trying to hear something you were going to say.

"Judging by the way you get all flustered and purple when I lean over you, the way I am now, I figure you shouldn’t be so high and mighty over my 'hormonal cross contamination' being inside of you so much." As he pulls back, one of his hands reaches out to cup your cheek as he tilts his head and examines you. He removes his hand from your face and stands back, semi-weary while awaiting your response.

You extend your hands, asking for help with removing your boxing gloves. You move slowly, to not threaten him or provoke him to lash out violently. He raises his eyebrows, and his fingers go to the velcro on the gloves. You nod, pushing your hands out more "can y- pl-"

"Yes darl. I've got you."

He removes the gloves from your hands, velcroing them together. He repeats the process with his own gloves after picking them up from the floor, then he slips under the ropes and places both pairs back on the stand.

You trail a few steps behind him, like a lost puppy. You figure that now that you’re done with him in the ring, You should feel free to go. You should probably return to your quarters, and stretch and nap or something, on your own. It would be comforting to be alone after having so much attention drawn to you. To go relax in your room, with nobody able to bother you.

But, for some reason, you'd much rather stay here, with the colonel. You find some sense of.. calmness, and pleasure, in following his footsteps, like a ghost indebted to him.

He halts in his tracks, turning around to face you. You tilt your head to the side, questioning his sudden stop.

"Give me back my keys."

Oh. You fish into the pockets of your cargo pants, and retrieve the hoop that has his room card and keys dangling from it, holding it out by gripping his keycard. The colonel snatches it from your hand.

"Why are you still here? What do you need darlin?" He murmurs, hooking the keys back onto his belt loop.

You shake your head, you don't need anything. He nods in understanding.

"You're dismissed." He commands.

You give a small bob of your head in acknowledgment, and return to your quarters.

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frankcastleonlyfans · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒, 𝐌.𝐐

pairing: recom!quaritch x latina!recom!reader

summary: colonel miles quaritch has a thing for the lieutenant, but he would never guess that he could perhaps be her type of man.

author's note: so i was listening to mayores by becky g and i couldn't get the idea of miles with a latina gf out of my head.

warnings: just lots of cussing

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Colonel Miles Quaritch had a crush. He would never admit it out loud, but ever since he was human he only had eyes for you. But of course, he thought you were way out of his league, so he never tried anything. Why would a pretty thing like you bang an old man like him? And clearly, he wasn't the only one thinking about you, as Lyle hit on you every time you walked past him, and rumor has it that you had a thing going on with Lopez.

When you all came back as recombinants, Miles remembered the way his old self felt about you. His new na'vi body intensified the desires he had for you. He couldn't avoid staring at you whenever you were training at the gym or the shooting range. There was something about your presence that just wholly captured his attention. Maybe it was the way you flirted with everyone around you, or how you lightened up the mood every time you stepped into a room.

He couldn't understand how someone as sweet as you could be a marine. And how you could be such a damn good marine. He wondered if there was something you are not good at.

You walked down the hallway to the cafeteria with Walker and Zdinarsk by your side. You chuckled at one of your friends’ stupid dirty jokes as you made entrance to the room.

"Y'all are late," The Colonel stated.

"Geez, good morning, Sir." You smiled, sitting between Wainfleet and Lopez, "Hola, papi" You smiled, kissing your friend's cheek.

"¿Qué pasa, mami?" Lopez took a sip from his cup. "Took you guys long enough. We started without you."

"Sorry we're late, we were at the gym. It turns out these new bodies have a lot of stamina." You poured yourself some black coffee, "Damn, I feel like running a marathon!"

Quaritch huffed. His dirty mind was running with ways he could get you exhausted. Clearing his throat, he uttered;

"Save yourself some of that energy, Lieutenant. Gonna need that for when we go hunt Sully down."

You playfully shrugged and quickly took Lyle's glasses out of his head, putting them on.

"Hey!" He frowned.

"How do I look?" You questioned, turning yourself to Lopez.

"Hermosa" He smirked.

You turned around and met eyes with the person in front of you across the table.

"You think I look pretty, Coronel?" You grinned sweetly, but before Miles could answer, Wainfleet stole his glasses back from you, "Damn, Lyle!"

The corporal snickered, "Sorry, but no business with these shades, sweetheart. Try Mansk's instead."

You glanced at Mansk, who just stared at you over his glasses. He silently shook his head and you just nodded.

"What do you have for us today, Colonel?" Walker asked.

You secretly hoped that your squad would hunt Jake Sully today. Looking for a chance to show off your new abilities, your new na'vi body has made you way more flexible, agile, and stronger than you once were. And having the memories from your human life, you remember how Quaritch used to praise you every time you repeatedly shot in the center of a target, or how you easily overpowered some of the boys at training. Your Colonel's validation was a big part of your human life. Miles thought you were the best on your human team, and now you wanted him to think that you are the best as a recom as well.

"Most of you will take the limp dicks scientists to the forest, they'll take some samples outta the plants and I need you to keep them alive. The rest can stay and have the day off." The group whined about the task of bodyguarding the scientists, "Ah-ah, you know I don't like whining, y'all sound like a bunch of pussies."

Miles sipped on his bitter coffee while his eyes traveled through the avatars at the table.

"Walker, Mansk, Ja, Lopez and Fike will go. That's an odd number. Which makes me question, which one of my girls should I send to play outside?"

Z-dog gasped, "What!? Why not one more male?"

"Still whining, Zdinarsk? Maybe I should leave Mansk out of this one and send you and Y/N with them." Quaritch smirked, "But I'm still deciding. I'll report my decision before lunchtime."

You rolled your eyes, having enough of that matter. You knew he would probably choose you since Z-dog has been out on the last task in the forest. So you finished drinking your coffee and got up from the table.

"I'm still feeling energetic as fuck, so I'll tire myself at the shooting range. I'll be back in time for the report. Adiós."

If a stare could kill, your body would be mutilated in pieces from the eyes watching you leave the room, completely hypnotized by the way your hips and tail moved from side to side as you walked to the exit door.

Miles snorted at the reactions, "Y'all could be a little subtle for once?"

"I agree, you guys are looking at her like she's a piece of meat," Lopez commented.

"Nah, you're only saying that cuz she lets you hit it." Fike teased wickedly. Lopez brushed it off;

"I ain't hitting a thing, trust me. I'm not her type and she made it very clear."

"What's her type, then? She's into gringos?" Lyle joked hopefully.

Lopez scoffed, biting on his bread, "Not exactly."

"Damn, is she into girls?" Walker questioned.

"Yeah, I've been getting that vibe from her too." Z-dog pointed out. "She said I have a nice ass while I was doing squats."

"I don't know if she likes chicas, but I do know she has a soft spot for mayores." Lopez clicked his tongue at the revelation, but everyone looked clueless to what he said, "Aye, I meant viejos. She has a thing for mature men I guess."

"So she likes 'em older, uh? Man, I really thought I had a chance with her. That's a boomer." Wainfleet tsked.

But Miles listened silently, and Lopez's words got his mind in a non-stopping wonder. As a recombinant, he was 20 years old. He had the body and the strength of a young na'vi, but he also had the knowledge and the ways of a 50-year-old man. Was he old enough to your liking? Could you feel some sort of attraction to him? Could this mean he has a shot with you?

part 2

#miles quaritch x reader #colonel quaritch x reader #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch x oc #miles quaritch x you #colonel quaritch x you #recom team #recom quaritch

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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OMFG I LOVED YOUR MANSK WEARING HIS CLOTHES FIC!! PLEASE POST MORE ABT HIM HES LIKE SO SLEPT ON THERES BARELY SNYTHING OF HIM

I WILL DEAR ANON 💓

Here’s a little something something for now 👀

Jealousy, jealousy

Mansk x fem!reader, SMUT; choking

Mansk was a fairly chill man. He minded his own business, did his duty, and didn’t bother anyone as long as they didn’t bother him. But it seems that because of his stoic appearance people sometimes overestimated his chillness. The man was not blind to the way Lyle looked at you, his tail ‘accidentally’ swatting against your ass as you walked by. He even had the balls to look back at Mansk and laugh like it was the most normal thing in the world. Though Lyle was generally known as a flirt, he should know better than to try anything on his colleague’s mate.

Another glance of Lyle at your cleavage had resulted in the situation in which you currently found yourself in; Mansk’s hand wrapped around your throat as you bounced on his cock. His other hand had a bruising grip on your ass, slamming you down onto his length at every thrust.

He glanced down between your bodies, his pubic area shining with your arousal. “He could never get you this wet, could he?”

You shook your head desperately as moans fell from yours lips. “No! Only you!”

He groaned at your words, his thumb applying even more pressure onto your neck. You couldn’t help that you had drawn the luitenants attention, but he had to take his frustration out on someone. More than a firm word with Lyle could not be done as he outranked Mansk, and that was not nearly enough to sate his jealousy.

The sight of your parted lips as you let out little gasps for air made him pound into you even harder. He wanted to see you completely fall apart for him. Wanted to see your pretty eyes tear up from not being able to take it any longer.

“Mansk!” your cry was muffled by the pressure on your throat, your pussy tightening around his cock at the sensation.

He watched with a grin, his own groans increasing as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Are you going to be a good girl for me? Take all of my cum in that tight cunt of yours?”

You nodded your head desperately, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. Your hands held onto his shoulder for dear life as he fucked up into you, too out of it to move your own hips anymore.

Mansk’s fingers found your clit and his cock twitched inside you when your mouth opened in a silent scream. Only a few careful strokes of his fingers and you were cumming around him, your body trembling as your gasps for air turned more desperate. As soon as he felt the soft walls of your cunt spasm around him, he let go of your neck, letting air flow back into your lungs.

He held onto you as you let your head fall against his shoulder, continuing to fuck into your overstimulated body till he found his own release. He snarled as he slammed into you one more time before his cum flooded your insides, eliciting a whimper from you at the lewd feeling.

Oh, but you were far from done. A mere minute later Mansk had put you on all fours, and then in the round after that he had fucked your body roughly as you laid flat on your stomach, tears streaming down your cheeks and screaming into the pillow from overstimulation. Time after time he had filled you with his cum, by the end both his sheets and your whole lower half stained with it.

Everyone saw how you winced when you sat down at their table the next day, your walking having been considerably slower too. Lopez and Z-dog exchanged knowing looks and chuckled as they glanced towards Mansk. The man seemed just as calm as normally, eating his food as if he was oblivious to it all.

When Lyle had slid into the seat next to you, he only had to breathe in once to smell that Mansk’s scent was all over you. It withheld him from moving a teasing hand passed your hip, a clear message having been left behind by his fellow Recom. She’s mine.

#mansk x reader #mansk #smut #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow x reader #na'vi x reader #recoms #mansk smut #na’vi smut

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blind0demon · 1 year

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Restless Night

Summary: Falling asleep wasn't usually a problem for you, until it happened to be at the same time when you decided to share a bed with your boyfriend, Miles Quaritch. Luckily, the solution for your sleeping issue lies just next to you.

Pairing: Na'vi! Miles Quaritch x Gender Neutral! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4K

Author's Note: This is a part two of my work "Center of Attention" Hope you will enjoy this one as well :)

The constant faint sound of the ticking clock became too frustrating for your ears as you signed tiringly and shifted in your mattress yet again. Staring at the time on your phone, you found out that you've been laying like this for over two hours now with no signs of falling asleep soon. Angry, you had no other choice but to scroll through your device in search of something that could occupy your mind enough to finally feel sleepy and drift off. You felt incredibly jealous for the man next to you, who slept like a baby with no care in the world. His chest was moving with the sync of his low breathing and his lips were slightly parted. He looked so peaceful, despite all the things he had to go through on a daily basis.

A grimace formed on your face as you looked at Miles for a while, before turning your attention back on the bright screen. You didn't really care about the negative effect it had on your eyesight as anything was better than staring at the ceiling and waiting for a miracle to happen that would let you doze off. It wasn't typical of you to feel this way so you assumed that the only explanation for your problem was the recom sharing the bed with you tonight. Perhaps you were just excited as it was the first time you did anything like this before or maybe your body was just used to resting alone, without an alien warmth radiating on it all night.You had to admit that it did feel intimidating to lay next to someone who was a giant compared to your form. It wasn't an issue for you before as you spend a lot of time with the guy from the moment when he decided to ask you out. Well, you were glad that at least Quaritch wasn't having any of your problems. All you had to do was to wait.

A few minutes have passed and you were still as awake as ever with your back facing the man and your thumb tapping on the phone as you read a monotonous article. At this point, you would do anything to experience tiredness and fall asleep even if it was to bore you to death. You heard Miles turn in his sleep and didn't think anything of it, too consumed by the irritation buzzing in your mind, before you felt his body brush against your back and his arms wrapping around your neck. Your hands almost let go of your device in surprise at the sudden action and you slowly looked up to see that he was still sleeping, not aware of what he just did.

Blushing, you thought about wiggling away as it wasn't a comfortable position, almost being suffocated by that huge man when an idea crossed your mind. With a straight face, you pressed your ass against his groin and heard a faint gasp leaving his lips. Your head immediately jolted upwards to see if he woke up but to your relief, he didn't. He felt so nice seated between your buttocks and would definitely split you in two, you thought to yourself as you bit your nail, perverted things starting to flood your brain. The two of you haven't tried getting intimate yet so all you could do is imagine the endless possibilities of how he could blow your mind, especially when he was a recom now.

With the now given strength than he had, he could effortlessly carry you around and anything that he wanted. You would be like a ragdoll for him, completely powerless and at his mercy. Damn it, you really shouldn't grind yourself like this against him, the voice of reason suddenly hitting your head as you were busy with wicked thinking. You forced yourself off of him, feeling cold after his body warmth left your back. It was inappropriate, that was true, but maybe if you could get yourself off, you would finally fall asleep. It wasn't fair that the man was the only one who was able to peacefully sleep while you were struggling. He could as well help you out a bit.

Your eyes stared at Miles for a moment as if to make sure that he wasn't aware of anything before you started to thrust yourself against him, enjoying the feeling of his covered member rubbing against your ass. If only he was awake and able to fuck you open and have his way with your tiny body, that would be enough to knock you out for days. You sucked the air in your lungs at the thought and slipped a hand underneath your shirt to play with your chest, imagining that it wasn't your limb but Quaritch's. His hot, firm touch would send shivers down your spine as he'd play with your buds, lazily twisting the sensitive flesh to hear your reactions.

You bet that he would take his time with you, he loved teasing you all the time so it wouldn't be a surprise if he did that in the bedroom as well. At the same time, he would grind his stiff member against your opening in a promise to rearrange your guts nice and good. Knowing that his manhood was just a few centimeters away from your clothed entrance only made your mouth water further. A muffled moan left your lips as you forced yourself to keep quiet while you put more pressure on the tender skin, abusing it with your fingertips and heavily breathing. The man had no idea that you were squirming beneath his massive physique and touching yourself at the thought of him. Your sex was throbbing at this point, eager for the slightest touch of your fingertips as your things were pressed together to muffle the uncomfortable feeling.

You decided not to edge yourself further and give in to your desires, moving your other hand down your stomach and under the material of your pants. The feeling of your fingers starting to form a pace brought another groan out of your throat and this time, you couldn't care anymore if Quaritch heard you. You were too consumed by the building up pleasure, too anxious that if you'd stop for just a moment, it would disappear for good. The man's shaft slowly grew harder as your soft ass kept grinding against it while his fingers slightly twitched at the unknowing stimulation. It felt even better when his thick tip was now pressing against your sensitive opening, hungry to push into your tight insides.

You could only dream of it, too drunk by the ringing ecstasy in your system as your hand worked hard to satisfy you, coaxed in your fluids. More, just a little more, you kept telling yourself, your hips now rapidly thrusting against Quaritch's body to squeeze every bit of pleasure that you could get. You were a mess now, desperate to reach your finish, driven by the thought of how good you would feel in a moment. Your face was red and you were gasping for air while your back was arching uncontrollably by the waves of pleasure hitting you one after another. Right, just a second and you will meet the greatest bliss in ages, just a bit more before you can finally finish and-

"(Y/N)... What are you doing?" His voice rang in your ears that broke you out of your transe and you stopped everything you did. Oh shit, you're fucked. You turned your head towards the source of the sound and were met with his yellow eyes looking down at you as he rubbed them tiredly. "Uh, nothing" You tried to say as casually as you could, not coming up with a more believable response as you squirmed away from him. All you had to do was pray and hope that he won't catch up with what you just did but it wasn't too hard as you looked like you've just ran a marathon. You stared at Miles in horror, your heart stopping in your chest as he took at your form, heavily breathing and slightly shaking.

Not only were you caught touching yourself, you didn't even get to climax, great. "You know, I understand if you would play with yourself when you're alone and it's completely normal, but doing it right next to me? You are bolder than I thought" He chuckled in amusement, his voice still raspy as he just woke up. "It can get quite boring when you can't fall asleep" You answered frustrated, the throbbing feeling between your legs still letting itself know to you. The man pretended to look sad and leaned closer to you, making the bed squeak as he shifted his body weight above you. "Poor thing, and you thought that this could solve the issue? Should've woken be up to help you, sweetheart" He cooed, his finger tracing over the soft skin of your face, taking in your fucked out expression.

You looked absolutely wrecked right now. "Didn't want to ruin your beauty sleep" You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Well, now you left the two of us with a problem" Quaritch commented and pressed his groin against your thigh, letting you feel the hard erection covered under his pants. You didn't think that he could get this excited just by your slight movements against him, especially in his sleep, it turns out that you're wrong. At least now, he has no other choice but to satisfy the two of you. "And what are you going to do now, Colonel?" You asked seductively, your fingertips tracing the back of his neck which sent a shiver down his spine. "Do what I do best" He answered and kissed you, taking a hold of your jaw to immediately deepen the kiss.

You moaned as he forced his tongue inside you, the sheer size making you gasp for air as he roamed your wet cavern. The effect he had on you was unspeakable, just with a kiss, he was able to make you fall on your knees for him. You sloppily returned the gesture while your hands held onto his broad shoulders, nails digging in his blue skin. His other hand roamed your stomach and chest, so big that he was covering almost the entire space. At least he could map every single centimeter of your body. He took off your shirt and you gasped when his hand moved down your back and grabbed your ass, squeezing it in his hand as he continued to assault your mouth.

He had no problem with lifting the lower part of your body and placing you against him, his stiff member digging into you against the fabric. "So sweet of you to get this excited just by thinking about me" Quaritch said with a smile, eyeing your throbbing sex that was clearly visible underneath your pajamas. "I might have also thought about you sometimes when I was alone in my room in a rather… intimate way" The man confessed, recalling the night before he asked you out, his memory still as fresh as ever. Now, the moment he was waiting for finally arrived and he won't wait any longer to devour you.

You flinched at his iron grip on your hips that was threatening to desecrate your most intimate regions, suddenly a bit embarrassed of what was about to happen. Sure, you waited for this moment for quite some time and were eager to get it done as well but you couldn't help but shy away as his predatory look ate you alive. His hands tugged at the corners of your pants and before you could say anything, Miles swiftly took them off of you along with the underwear, letting your skin hit the cool air. You were now naked under him, your skin still hot from your previous ministrations and Quaritch's touches as you laid on the soft bed sheets.

"Absolutely beautiful" He commented and leaned above you, his two fingers rubbing against your lower lip, asking for entrance. "Open up, sweetheart" Miles whispered with a heated voice and watched as you willingly parted your lips and let his digits slide inside of you. They were long and girthy, big enough to fill up your entire mouth as they lazily brushed against your tongue that was eagerly licking them. He played with muscle for a while, making sure that his skin was soaked enough with your saliva and pushed them further down your throat, making you gag at the sudden action.

The man let out a deep laugh as you tried to keep yourself together as they slipped up and down, before pulling them away from you. You coughed when your throat was released from his flesh abusing it and felt his index finger pressing against your opening. You felt pretty nervous at the sheer size that was at least twice as big as a normal human digit and gasped when he forced himself inside of you. "It's alright, all you have to do is relax" Miles whispered in your ear while slowly stretching you out as your hands dug into his shoulder, attempting to do what he asked you to. Calming down wasn't exactly the easiest but you tried anyway, growing used to the feeling of him now fully seated in your insides.

It hurt slightly but when he started to form a steady pace, you grew accustomed to him and the uncomfortable sensation began to disappear. A moan escaped your lips when you gave into the pleasure, bucking your hips against his hand as he worked on you. Encouraged by your noises, Quaritch launched an attack on your exposed neck, showering it with open mouth kisses. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked your warm skin, occasionally sucking on it to your approval. Soon, he added another finger to open you further, pushing them all the way till his knuckles touched your ass, amused by how easily you took him.

He thought that he wouldn't grow any harder yet he did as he felt your muscles squeezing around his digits so tightly. His mouth salivate at the thought of how good you will squeeze his throbbing member in a moment. Miles tried different techniques of stretching you out, enjoying every moan coming out of you whenever he changed it. Your toes curled whenever he hit a specific spot deep in your body as you held onto him, engulfed in the pleasure as you expressed your desires to him, babbling something about how good he made you feel and how you craved for more. His name kept rolling out of your tongue as he fucked you open, abusing your entrance to its limits in order to lengthen your bliss.

When he sensed that you were ready, Miles pulled out of you, staring down at your devastated form, a toothy grin creeping on his face as he swayed his tail in excitement. Still heavily panting and trembling, you watched as he slowly undressed himself in front of you, his muscles flexing as he proceeded to toss off the shirt over his head and his fingers immediately resting on his pants. He took pride in noticing your eyes widening at his pulsating erection that sprung from his boxers as he stripped himself of the last bits of fabric. It felt heavy against your stomach as it threatened to rearrange your guts.

"Are you sure this won't send me to the emergency room?" You asked in horror, making him laugh in response as he took his manhood and gave himself a few strokes. "It will fit just fine, don't worry" He reassured you, but you weren't having any of that. His shaft was enormous, in sync with the size of his body and you knew that taking him will be quite a challenge. "Lay on your stomach, sweetheart. I want to watch your ass while I fill you up" Quaritch commanded you in a raspy voice, his chest rapidly rising as he kept pleasuring himself. You swallowed nervously but complied, turning around and letting him lift your hips up.

Not being able to fully see him made you even more anxious but also excited. Your hands gripped a nearby pillow to brace yourself for what was about to come and you noticed your phone laying next to it. All of this started because you couldn't just keep on scrolling through it until you felt tired enough. You sucked the air in your lungs as you heard him spit on his member to make it wetter before pressing his heavy tip against your opening. "Miles!" You whined, when you felt him push his girthy length inside of you, forcing your walls to part and adjust to him. Damn it, you knew that he was big but not that big. The intrusion hurt like a bitch but it was the uncomfortable feeling of how much of him was filling you up that was the problem.

"It's ok, sweetheart. We're taking it slow, alright?" Quaritch reassured you, before kissing the side of your face in an attempt to soothe your pain. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes but you nodded anyway, knowing that soon the ache would disappear. The man started to thrust his hips against you, making sure to go at a slow pace to get you accustomed to him. Each time he slammed in your insides, his member went further inside of you, splitting you more than before. His palm grasped your neck to keep you in place as his thumb drew small circles on your skin. Miles growled each time your small ass sucked him in, watching his veiny manhood disappear each time he pushed himself against you.

You felt just as good as he imagined when he masturbated to the image of the two of you getting it done and now it was finally happening. His ears picked up the change in your voice as you were no longer growling in discomfort but moaning underneath him, your fingers digging into the soft material of the pillow as he railed you. The slow pace wasn't enough for him anymore, he wanted to ruin you, making sure that you knew how much he desired you from the moment he laid eyes on your frame. You cried out when he started pounding into you, his hips colliding with your ass as his strong arms curled around your waist with a bruising force.

"Wait, Miles! Not so.. fast!" You mumbled in between your whining, not sure if you could take the inhuman treatment he was delivering to you. "Really? I think you're enjoying yourself just fine, sweetie. Look how your body clenches around me. It's like it was made to wrap around my cock" He breathed out, drowning in the immense pleasure and continuing to hungrily slam his thick member inside of you. You were so bloody tight around him, making it barely possible for him to move in and out of you. It was torturous, yet you didn't protest, too immersed in the experience as well, your mouth hanging and only moaning his name as he pounded you like a woodpecker.

His tip brushed against every weak spot you didn't know you had as you felt every vein and ridge of his shaft rubbing against your walls. You will definitely have trouble walking afterwards, most likely sore from his ministrations. His hand rubbed against your back, sensing your muscles tense underneath his skin as he claimed your body, marking your hips with purple bruises as he held you. Everything about you made him grow animalistic, your captivating scent filling his nostrils, your broken voice calling out for him and your clenching walls squeezing him out of every worth he had.

All of your senses seemed to fade away as he kept driving into you, the only sounds you heard were the wet noises of skin meeting skin and the bed squeaking under the weight of the two of you. You had no idea how it didn't break as Quaritch was quite a big guy and the pace he set was inhumane. Your legs twitched each time he thrusted into you as your bodies collided with each other in a hungry dance for pleasure. You felt overwhelmed with ecstasy, each of his movements squeezing you out of your oxygen. You felt like a wreck underneath him and ready to burst at any moment, his raw penetration and throaty groans driving you insane.

He was basically laying on top of you now, holding himself still with one hand and digging into the soft flesh of your waist in the other. His hot, feverish breath hit your neck as his massive body caged you to the mattress, controlling you to fit his erratic thrusts, hitting your squelching insides as his member drove deep inside of you. You were lost and judging by the obscene sounds Miles made, he was as well, prompting your walls to tighten around his enormous length each time he changed the angle of his entry. Your reaction didn't go unnoticed, a deep moan leaving his lips as he increased his hard movements, savoring the wave of bliss.

The sudden stimulation sent you over the edge, making you moan as your climax jolted through your system and pulsing through your veins. Prolonged by his hips continuously rolling against you, you were left a whining wreck that kept groaning against the pillow to muffle your noises at the overstimulation. After a moment, you felt him falter, fingers digging into your hips as his whole body went into shock as he growled, finishing deep inside of you. You shuttered when his warm fluids entered your insides, settling in your guts and pouring out of you as he kept still, making sure that you took every drop that left him. Sighing in relief that it was finally over, you rested your head on the mattress, coming down from the high of your orgasm.

Quaritch leaned against you for a moment, trying to collect himself as well, with his shaft still stuffed inside your ass. After a while, he slowly pulled out of you, watching his load escape your entrance and pour down your legs as you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He laid down next to you and pulled your body on top of him, enveloping you in a warm hug. You could feel his calming heartbeat against his firm chest as he rubbed your back in a comforting gesture. "Feeling tired now?" Miles asked with a smile and looked down at you. You only managed to slightly nod your head, murmuring something under your breath before closing your eyes. He knocked the living daylight out of you. All you could do is relax under his soft touch, letting your organism calm down from the intense activity. You heard the man say something snarky to you but you were too drenched out to come out with any sort of response, all the sounds around you started to disappear as you drifted off and finally fell asleep.

#miles quaritch #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #miles quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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How do you think Na’vi Miles would react when he finds out his fem!so got sexual harassed by one of his teammates (not Lyle I kinda like him) or someone else

Read a book yesterday and something like this happend and now I can’t get it out of my head

Thank you for the request, I won't lie I tapped into some of my own personal experiences with this one. And I will be cautious with writing prompts like this in the future.

Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment, Violence. blood. Manhandling. angst.

(Y/N) stepped into the control centre room, paperwork clutched close to her chest. Eyes lowered the ground. She wanted to stay out of sight and out of mind, she wanted to avoid him. She was successful in her mission until Miles entered the room, his voice catching the attention of all that are present.

"(Y/N) there ya are been looking all over for ya" a large smile across his face as he eagerly bounced over to her, steps slapping against the floor. He wasn't stupid he knew something was bothering her. But anytime he prodded she would close up. His only clue was it was worse on the days she worked, so now he was going to tail her. She didn't need to know that. She forced a smile onto her lips trying to ignore the eyes burning into the back of her skull. She hadn't told Quaritch about the wondering eyes, or wayward hands even the leud comments that rolled off his tongue. She knew how he would react and she had been dealing with this her whole life, she knew confronting him would make it worse. She could risk her safety, he was military and she was a scientist. She may know how to dispose of a body but she had no real ability to kill someone, if she spoke up. She didn't know how he would react. That would be if she spoke to a superior, if she defended herself directly he might increase his antics. She was a women, a scientist. She had dealt with narrowminded sexist pigs for over half her life, she knew there was no way she could handle this and end up better for it. So she stayed quiet, and it had been months and he hadn't stopped. "Hey you doing okay?" He draped his arm over her shoulders, leaning in. He made eye contact with one of the new recruit who had been hanging around a bit to much for his liking.

"Mmmh" she mumbled handed her documents to the nearest tech. "Just have a lot to do today, I'll catch you later?" She stepped onto her tippy toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. She slipped out of his grasp and made her way to her next arrand. The lab.

Hours passed, she was examining some epithelial samples from the recoms trying to asses the rate of regeneration within the cells. When she felt a presence in the room with her she looked over her shoulder and saw him standing a few meters away from her.

"Can i help you with something?" Her voice was on the brink of breaking she felt the pressure in her chest building and chill running down her arms

"Oh you know exactly what you can help me with"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, I am very busy." She turned away trying to peacefully prevent the situation from escalating. His steps were fast as he grabbed the handle of her chair turning him to face him. Fear gripped her muscles, anxiety bubbling in her chest. She tried to stay calm but something was different today, he looked at her different. She knew he wasn't going away.

"I saw you today being all slutty with the Colonel, if you spread your legs for that freak you can do it for me too right?" She tried to stand up and walk away but as soon as her back was turned to him he grabbed her waist with one hand, pulling her flush against his back. His other hand reached up and cupped her right breast. "Common, if you fight it'll just make it harder on you" She lifted her right arm jabbing his elbow into his ribs. "You bitch!" He removed his hands from her body but placed one in her hair pulling at the roots.

"LET ME GO" She screamed, her lips becoming hot a tall tale sign heavy tears were about to fall from her eyes.

"Get your dirty hands off my girl" Quaritch had heard her scream, already heading to check in on her he caught the young recruit in the act. He stormed over the younger soldiers hands releasing (Y/N)s hair. Hands in the air.

"It's not what it looks like Colonel" He was smirking, he thought that he could get away with it. (Y/N) ran over to her partner, standing behind him. Hand on his back.

"Common, lets go" She tried to encourage him. He took one look at the tears falling from her eyes and he decided then that he would deal with it himself. He stormed over grabbing the younger man by his shirt.

"It looks like you put your hands on a women, my women" He was seething with rage. "You've been doing this for months haven't you? touching her, hurting her"

"She's been begging for it for months. women like that need to be put in their place." The colonels other hand smashed into the creeps face Holding him in place with the hand on his shirt, he pummelled the guy. Only happy when his knuckles were covered in red blood. Miles dropped the guy to the ground. Leaving him there. He walked over to (Y/N) placing a comforting hand on the small of her back. Leading her out of the room. taking her to the med room just to make sure, even though she insisted that she was fine.

"I'll make sure he's on the next shuttle back to earth tonight. He's not touching you again baby" He placed a tentative kiss on your temple. In that moment you knew that you never had to deal with situations like this again. He would take care of you when you weren't in a position to do it yourself.

To be clear, women are fully capable of taking care of themselves but when sexual harassment takes pace in a working environment it can at times takes someone in a higher position to solve the problem.

#miles quaritch fluff #na'vi miles quaritch series #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #angst

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

ᴅᴇᴊᴀ ʙʟᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʙɪᴍʙᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴘʀᴀɢᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʙɪᴍʙᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader is obliviously nice, mentions of zombies, killing zombies, some team mate discrimination?, Prager being nice to reader.

A/N: Idk if anyone knows or has played with game, I wanted to write something involving reader being like Juliet. Ik it's short but meh I couldn't think much to add.

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When the team had heard of a new team member joining them, when they saw you, they thought it was a joke. You were probably some daddy's girl who wanted to play military and got what you wanted. They did not take you seriously at all. You were nice to everyone you came across, others weren't as nice to you. They often tease you for being a bimbo, but you didn't seen to mind since you've been called worse before.

Not only that but you hated being in the base, you wanted to go with your team out in the forest and stuff, but you were always stuck doing paper work. It was boring, sometimes you wish you stayed on earth killing zombies instead of doing office work. After you finished your work, you'd be making paper airplanes or just draw with your pink glitter pen. You also hated hearing the people around you saying how you must be an easy lay or betting on who can get you to sleep with them. Sometimes you regretted accepting this job.

Even your team treated you as if you were a dumb child, who needed supervision. Majority of the time you'd be on your own doing your own thing, your team never seemed to invite you to do stuff. When you'd ask if they wanted to do something with you, they'd always tell you that maybe next time, but there was never a next time. You understood that they didn't want to hang out with someone like you, but that's okay.

That day was just a regular day on the base, you were in the recom's breakroom sitting by yourself while the others did there thing. They'd come in and out, you'd say your good morning but they didn't, how rude of them. You were busy painting your nails a bubble gum pink then you heard someone approach you.

"Hello" you looked up and saw that it was Prager, you looked behind you then back at him. "You're talking to me?" you pointed at yourself, he nodded. "I don't see anyone else here but you" he said with a smile, making you laugh a bit. "Sorry, no one really talks to me unless for work purposes" you mentioned. "How have you been? Sit down" you offered, Prager sat down on a chair next to you. "I've been fine, these last few days were okay... how about you?" he asked. "Oh just the regular. Being stuck in here and filling out paper work, it's boring." You pouted.

It went quiet for a moment, but Prager talked again. "I'm sorry about them..." he said, looking down at his feet. "Don't be sorry, if they didn't want me in the team then they should complain to the people who hired me." You said with a smile. "I know but, regardless you're part of the team and we should treat you as such." He commented shyly. You couldn't help but think how cute he was. "It's fine, don't worry about it" you mentioned kindly. "Ya know what, we should be friends" you said, making Prager look at you. "I-I'd like that" he said almost shyly. You smiled widely then reached into the pocket of your skirt. "Here is a little something, I know it isn't big, but I hope you like it." You got his big blue hand and placed a lollipop on his palm. He looked at it for a moment then smiled at you. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He commented.

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how did quaritich and bunny meet?

omg omg !!! in my mind, quaritch & bunny met at a halloween party just shortly after his mind was put in his avatar body, and that’s why she got her nickname as well !!

they’d met because of lyle (ironic bc bunny is not his biggest fan LMFAO). quartich had been so busy running around and training that he’d forgotten to have fun. the feeling of taking up so much space, being so clunky and big, had begun to wilt away, and lyle had somehow managed to convince him to attend the science teams halloween party, which they’d put together on a whim to keep in touch with Earth culture or some shit

so, he ends up going to this party, a beer in his hand, his tail thrashing irritatingly because there’s so much of him now that he struggles to get drunk. his tail is flickering around so much, that it ends up hitting someone, and they hit him back.

and it takes him by surprise, because who the fuck would lay their hands on him? he turns around, teeth bared, ready to kill the morherfucker who’d touched him, when he sees her.

quite possibly the most adorable person he’d ever seen - a scowl on her face and her eyes narrowed, dressed in a playboy bunny outfit with some ears on her head, and if they were real, they’d be twitching with anger, and the thought would’ve just made him grin.

“watch where you’re going, asshat!” she’d snap, her finger pointing at him accusatory, “just because you and all your idiot recoms are all big and blue doesn’t mean you have to take up the whole damn room.”

and he’d just chuckle, because what more could quaritch do when he’s being scolded by the most cutest thing he’s ever seen? “i’ll keep that in mind,” he’d answered, his tongue wetting his lips, his fangs glistening in the dim light of the room as he murmured, “nice outfit, bunny.”

#🐰💕—bunny fics #💬 — asks📝#miles quaritch x reader

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OK OK OK

What if spider was never captured by Quaritch? INSTEAD by some other group of RDA agents. Since Quaritch isn’t there to help him, he’s just at the mercy of the RDA who torture the fuck out of him.

then, quaritch walks past a cell, and locks eyes with a beaten, bloody and bruised boy. Who’s file on the wall reads “Spider Socorro”

Ohhhhhhhh, oh boy.

It had been a lifetime. An endless cycle of day, night, pain and boredom that had stretched on for years, surely. Everyday, Spider found himself wondering if tomorrow would be the last day. If maybe his suffering would finally end with the next round of pain. Some days, he barely had any energy to resist. The last time they'd dragged him to the neauroscanner he'd passed out in their arms on the way. They'd had to inject him with something just to wake him up when it came time to try and prise his mind open. Today was no different. He ate the scrambled eggs that were pushed through the hatch, letting him know it was morning and that a fresh day of torture was upon him. Sometimes they didn't come for him, but that was almost worse. He couldn't sleep because his circadian rhythm was so fucked. He could just sit and stare at the blank white walls of the cell, waiting and wondering. He tried to avoid looking at his reflection because the physical changes he'd gone through since being captured unnerved him. He'd long since given up on the hope of Jake Sully being able to rescue him, but he knew that if any of his family could see him now, they wouldn't recognise him. He almost didn't want to be rescued, so he wouldn't have to deal with the shame of it. At least in the hands of the RDA he didn't have a reputation, he didn't have a personality, he didn't have pride or dignity... He had absolutely nothing of himself to protect. It was the only freedom he was afforded: the freedom to mean nothing.

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Miles Quaritch had been busy. SInce waking up in his new life, General Ardmore had mission after mission for him and his highly trained recom squad to accomplish in order to further their advancement towards planetary settlement. He enjoyed the field missions the most, which mostly involved hunting the biggest threat the enemy had: Jake Sully. In the six months Quaritch had been on active duty, Sully had evaded detection and it was his job to locate him before the Na’vi could form an actionable defensive strategy against the RDA. With Sully out of the picture, RDA dominance on the planet was inevitable. Which is why Quaritch found himself becoming increasingly frustrated that his efforts were still yielding very few results.

Sully was in the wind. A different squad had eyes on him a few months back, but allowed him to escape and since then… nothing. His weekly reports to Ardmore were becoming painful, because there was so little to go on. He and his squad had resorted to scouring the jungle themselves in the hopes of just stumbling across someone who knew something. Unsurprisingly, they weren’t getting very far.

He was currently on his way to a mission briefing in compound C, which was a little way further out of his usual haunts, but there was information from a mining crew that could potentially be important. Na’vi had been spotted near the mining site and there was suspicion they were from Sully’s specific clan. It could be the break they’d been waiting for.

Compound C was not an easy place to get to - it was on the other side of the mining quarter, and the fastest way was to cross beneath the military sector, through the cells. Quaritch had never been down here before. He’d had very little need, as his squad hadn’t found any Na’vi to detain and interrogate. Mostly, they were for human criminals and deserters. His boots made sharp squeaking noises as he strode down the long corridor of cells. Their clear glass fronts meant he could see in. Most were empty, but the ones that did have people in them had their names demarcated on small plaques next to the controls for the door. Quaritch watched with idle curiously as he passed, until he got almost to the end.

He saw the boy before he saw anything else. Across one of the final cells in the corridor was a kid, a teenager by the looks of him, though it was truthfully hard to tell. The boy’s eyes flickered up to meet Quaritch’s just as he passed, and something made the Colonel’s whole demeanour stutter. There was something about the boy…

Why was there a child in the cells? Had he been sent on one of the shuttles from Earth? But it was still illegal for children to make the journey. That didn’t make sense anyway - he was too old to have come from Earth recently.

His face looked like it had been beaten on. Dried blood crusted around a split lip, while sweat and dirt clung to his hairline. He was wearing grey RDA sweatpants and a sweatshirt, but his eyes were a fierce contrast to his appearance. There was fire behind them. Despite their green colouring, something dark blazed beneath the irises, making Quaritch stop in his tracks. The boy didn’t look away. His expression was hardened as if daring Quaritch to antagonise him.

Quaritch’s eyes flickered to the nameplate on the door, and his breath caught in his throat.

Miles Socorro.

Miles… Socorro.

Quaritch returned his astonished gaze to the boy, lost for words.

The boy - Miles - narrowed his fiery eyes. “What are you looking at?” He demanded roughly.

Quaritch’s lips were parted in shock, but he took a step towards the glass. “Miles?”

The kid looked him up and down quickly, surely trying to work out what was going on with Quaritch. “That’s not my name.”

Relief swept through Quaritch’s system, but it was quickly replaced in its entirety by confusion. Was it him or not? His Miles would be about this kid’s age… As far as he knew there were no other human kids on Pandora and there was something about his face… Paz was written into his features.

“Where did you come from, kid?”

The boy got up slowly, exuding hostility. “What’s it to you?”

The way the kid set his jaw… the way his cheekbones sat… It confirmed it.

Miles was here. He was in Bridgehead.

He was right in front of him.

Quaritch moistened his lips before taking a step back and drawing his best poker face. He needed to get to Ardmore, immediately.

“Where are you going?” Miles called out as Quaritch turned on his heel.

Quaritch paused, wanting to reassure, yet too afraid to look back over his shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

#miles spider socorro #avatar 2 #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #my stuff #atwow #maybe this will be my next thing #“prisoner”#oneshot

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journey through the reefs [an atwow series] chp. 3

summary: it didn’t take you too long to figure out that no one on this ship would be showing you any type of mercy, let alone your Na’vi cell neighbour. after witnessing the crew giving him a hard time, you made the decision to befriend the giant creature.

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pairings: ao’nung [25] x fem!human!reader [20]

word count: 3.8k

warnings: depictions of violence, torture, bodily restraints, weapons, blood, animal cruelty, abduction, human savagery, recoms being recoms, Quaritch (he’s a whole ass warning atp).

taglist: @jakesully-sbabygirl @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @eywas-heir @sweetirilly @myh3artttt

a/n: after a busy week of work, I’ve managed to finish chapter 3. so sorry this took so long, but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless!~

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The fresh shower you had prior did nothing to soothe the uneasiness that plagued your dark and running thoughts. Your heartbeat hastened with every pace you made in your cell, your front teeth nibbling on your thumb as you tried your hardest to stay as calm as possible, trying to convince yourself that the Na’vi was alright, that nothing too atrocious had been inflicted on him, that he would be back in his cell in no time.

“Agh! What the hell am I thinking?” you exclaimed, to no one in particular.

Of course, he wasn’t alright. There was no way he was coming out of whatever shithole these savages put him through unscathed. Just what kind of sick, twisted games were they playing with him? Were there special torture devices designed to be used on the Na’vi species? Perhaps they were trying to brainwash him extensively to the point where he loses himself in the process? Just thinking about all the possible violations he could have endured never failed to churn your stomach, as if your heart had found its way to it. Just the idea of him coming back a bloodier mess than before…

…or perhaps…

…dead.

You shook your head to rid yourself of those dreadful thoughts. Now was not the time to be fretting about an uncertain outcome. You had decided that your current goal was to get him out safely and if possible, back to his home, allowing him to return to the comfort of his family. If he had any, that was.

Your pacing was brought to an abrupt halt as you heard pounding on the door of your cell. Turning your gaze to it, Colonel Quaritch entered the room with three other recom avatars following right behind him, holding large guns in their arms.

“Well, runt, hope you had slept well last night, ‘cause you’re going to be needing that energy for what’s coming for you.” the colonel informed.

“What am I going to do?” you replied with a hint of anxiety.

“It’s simple, really. All you have to do is just observe the big guy, see what he does, maybe talk to him a bit. But our ultimate goal here is to gain his trust. You any good in Na’vi?”

“Know enough to probably scheme behind your back.”

The colonel eyes widened slightly at your retort, before chuckling lowly to himself. You glared back at him, while you never showed it, you felt a sense of pride and cockiness bloom within you, relishing in the fact that you probably hit a nerve.

However, before you could voice out another come back, the colonel charged forward and grappled you by the neck, lifting you up while applying pressure to it. It wasn’t enough to kill you, but sufficient in scaring the living crap out of you.

“Seems like this runt has gotten a little too smart with running her mouth, huh?” Quaritch commented, menace and rage lacing the tone of his voice. “Perhaps we should teach her a little lesson, let her know what happens when people back-talk. What do you think, Lyle?”

“We could start off by slicing that tongue off, that’ll get her to behave.” the recom named Lyle suggested.

“Her hair’s pretty long, perhaps we could shave her head clean” the woman from earlier chimed in.

“She’s got some pretty fingers. Hope she doesn’t mind losing a few.” another recom added.

Hearing every suggestion of torture these goons brought up filled you with a sense of apprehension and horror, making you flail in the tight grasp of the colonel. He retained his venomous glare on you as you struggled in your panicked state. You weren’t exactly regretting for saying that to him, but you did feel extremely stupid for putting yourself in dangerous situations like this one because of your bad habit of saying things before thinking them through. In that moment, the only thing that came into your mind was your father lecturing you about the importance of not being too straightforward and hasty with your words, as they could land you in scenarios that would be tricky to get out of. Oh, how you wished you had listened to him back then instead of dismissing it like it was just another one of those annoying parental naggings.

Your pride and stubbornness were going to be the death of you, so thinking to yourself that it would be wise to just drop the tough guy demeanour and start begging for forgiveness and mercy in order for your life to be spared.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, sir! I p-promise I’ll never d-d-do it again!” you managed to cry out, while pathetically grasping at the colonel’s grip on your thin neck.

“Or we could do it the easy way, just another squeeze of my fingers and her fragile neck will snap like a twig.” Quaritch muttered sinisterly while his comrades snickered at his words.

“Please d-don’t! P-Please just let me go! I’ll do a-a-anything you s-say, sir! Anything you want, j-just please! Have mercy!”

The colonel glared at you once more before releasing his harsh grip from your neck, causing you to topple onto the ground. You ended up on all fours, gasping for air and coughing violently from the assault, bringing a hand up to your neck to soothe the throbbing ache. It was definitely going to bruise for sure if you didn’t get it treated soon.

Before you could fully compose yourself, you were forcibly pulled to stand on your weak two feet by the female recom. She laid a firm hold on your shoulders while the other recom cuffed your hands behind your back. Next thing you knew you were being rushed out of the cell with the recom’s grip still on your hands and Quaritch walking in front of you leading the way.

There was difficulty in paying attention to your steps as you stumbled a few times, but at that point, you could care less about watching where you were going. All you have in mind was what you were going to be faced with, and you were sure as hell that you weren’t going to like what you saw.

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After what seemed like an eternity later, you were brought in front of what looked like an interrogation room, although it had a much larger interior and it lacked any tables or chairs. Looking in, you saw a group of scientists, all masked up, circling something at the far back of the room. You couldn’t quite make out what it was from where you were standing, but it didn’t seem necessary as you heard wails and cries of pain coming from inside. Your ears perked up at the noises, indicating to you that it was most likely your Na’vi cell neighbour.

The scientists soon dispersed from each other and exited the room, giving you a full view of the abuse that they inflicted on the already beaten up Na’vi. The number of bruises on his body seemed to multiply since last night. He had his hands cuffed behind him like you were, and was still being held by that spiked collar and chain, but around the lower half of his face, he adorned a titanium muzzle, possibly to keep him from biting people. Wow, they were really treating him like some rabid canine.

“Alright, let’s not waste any more time. Uncuff her and toss her inside.” Colonel Quaritch ordered, his comrades nodding at his words before doing as told.

His words barely registered in your mind before you felt yourself being hurled into the room, causing you to fall flat on the floor. You groaned in pain as you got up to your knees before turning your gaze to everyone outside the room.

“Don’t worry your little head in, squirt! He’s too fucked up to even do anything to you anyway.” said the female recom, who you came to know as Z-Dog.

“Even if he does, there’s nothing our guns can’t do.” Lyle added.

You averted your eyes from the group, resisting the urge to roll your eyes before turning to the blue man before you.

Well, it seemed the gut feeling you had earlier in the cell was unfortunately right. He was in a bloodier mess than before, and cursed yourself internally, almost blaming yourself for maybe foreseeing this horrible outcome. Perhaps if you never thought about it in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to see the sight before you.

As you scooted on your knees, you worked your way closer to him, feeling a little more confident than before although a part of you still felt nervous from being in such a close proximity to him. You reached your hand out, attempting to make contact with him, before he jolted in fright, backing away from you hastily, his back touching the cold wall. Though cowering, he still maintained his eye contact, making sure you weren’t trying anything again.

You nearly facepalmed at what you just did. Of course, he was going to be afraid of you after what the humans did with him before your arrival.

This was definitely going to be a long day for the both of you.

“S-Sorry. No harm. I’m here to help.” you spoke to him in simple Na’vi, hoping to ease him even slightly. “We have to get your hands free. Will you let me?”

The Na’vi just glared at you suspiciously, not wanting to trust you just because he understood you.

“If you stay like this forever, your hands will hurt. A lot.” you said again while gesturing to your own wrists that were slightly bruised from the stress of the cuffs.

He still chose to stay silent, backing away even more from you and turning around to face the wall behind him.

You let out a sigh in defeat. Well, there was no going anywhere from here, at least not in the current state he was in. It was apparent that he wasn’t going to be giving you his trust anytime soon. Hence, you mirrored his movements, backing away from him as well to allow him the space to collect his thoughts.

Walking up to the front of the window, you requested for the key to the handcuffs so you could unbind his wrists. The scientists were hesitant at first, but after reassuring them that you knew what you were doing, they placed the key into a small drawer that connected the outside to the room. You picked it up, went over to him but still keeping a good distance and showed him the key.

“This tool can unbind your hands.” you said as you mimicked the gesture of unlocking the cuffs. “Once you’re ready, just let me know.”

The Na’vi still refused to look at you, still facing the wall, but you took notice of his ears perking upwards, indicating that he heard you loud and clear. That action made your lips curl into a small smile as you found it quite endearing. These creatures were so easy to read.

Moving back to your spot away from him, you sat down on the floor with your legs crossed and hands on each knee. You figured it would be best to get to know him a little better since you guys were going to be stuck together for a little while.

“My name is [Y/N]. Just call for me if you wish to free your hands.” you spoke again, hoping that by giving him a name to work with, he would be more inclined to accepting your help.

“Alright, looks like you’re a natural at this, guinea pig. Why don’t we just leave you here for a bit while you continue to get friendly with ol’ Frankenstein’s monster here?” Quaritch suggested, a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone.

“That would be a good idea, sir. He would probably feel less threatened without so many eyes watching his every move. I’ll probably get him to let his guard down soon that way.” you replied.

“Well, I don’t care how you do it. Listen, once he’s on our side, get him to spill where the other tulkuns usually hang out. The demand is getting pretty high, and we’re going to need a lot more to meet our quotas.”

“…Yes, sir.” You muttered hesitantly.

“Just pressed the red alert button near the door if you need anything.” The colonel said before gathering his squad and most of the scientists to leave, leaving two of them to monitor you. One of them being Thomas.

Once they were gone, you let your head fall in shame. Why did you have to be reminded that your sole purpose of being near him was to gain intel? It became clear to you that you weren’t just a guinea pig for them to test run, you had also essentially become an undercover spy for the humankind. In the case that you did gain his trust, were you going to have to make the arduous decision to betray him at the end? To throw it back in his face like it meant nothing to you at all?

Sigh.

Why did every decision you make in your life had to be so stressful?

Why couldn’t things be a lot simpler?

Why did humans have to come here and ruin peace?

Why were you even here?

Why?

Before you knew it, the endless ‘whys’ had you dozing off into a quiet snooze, with the slight noise of snoring being emitted. You managed to curl yourself up in your spot, attempting to gain some warmth despite the cold atmosphere you were surrounded by. Not another thought came to mind as you allowed yourself to bask in some comfort.

What you didn’t realise due to your slumber, was that the Na’vi had turned around to look at your sleeping figure. While he was still terrified, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by you, especially your character. You approached him with some form of caution, almost in a non-threatening manner. You spoke to him in a gentle and soothing tone, which he found somewhat reassuring and helpful to some degree. His heart fluttered in a way it never did before when you still offered to help him, even going as far as to obtain the tool that will free him from his shackles, though he had rejected your advances in that aspect. While he felt a little overwhelmed by your zealousness, you never forced contact with him in any way. You respected his space and boundaries, never overstepping them, heck, just being within his vicinity made you feel guilty.

You were one peculiar human, that was for sure. Everyone else he encountered were vial, wicked, and downright evil. Everything that went down happened so quickly, too.

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He and his friends were out hunting for the day, prepared to bring a large feast back to the clan. They ventured out a little farther than they had before, a few miles out from Three Brothers Rock. This part of the sea was not the most welcoming. The tides were a lot harsher, the winds blew stronger, and the creatures lurking were unforgiving. But on the upside, the catch here was incredibly valuable. The variety of seafood that thrived here were rare to find and were considered the best kinds within the clan. In an attempt to prove himself to be worthy as the future Olo’eyktan, he decided that he was going to bring back the best of the best, showing that he could be a great provider to his clan.

So then off he went with his friends in search of the good catch. The hunt didn’t come without come challenges, such as fighting and chasing away some other fishes trying to steal their catch, as well as hiding away from dangerous predators that they stood no chance against. But after a couple hours, they managed to catch enough to feed the entire village for a good few days.

The men were just about to head back home when all of a sudden, an unfamiliar noise was emitted from a distance. Turning themselves towards the sound, they saw a large boat speeding towards them. Aboard were a few sky demons and fake Na’vis, and they looked like they were out for blood.

It didn’t take long for the Na’vi men to realise that they were in grave danger, and had to get out of there as soon as possible. Gripping firmly onto their skimwings, they swam as quickly as they possibly could to escape.

Unfortunately for them, it seemed that the demon boat was a lot faster than they had anticipated as it caught up to them in a blink of an eye. He noticed one of the demons aimed its gun at him, and before he could register a full dodge, the bullet was shot and it hit his skimwing, killing it instantly and causing him to fall into the ocean. He wasn’t exactly safe from the bullet either as it grazed his right arm slightly.

As he swam back up to the surface, he tried calling out to his friends, hoping they were coming back to get him out of there, but as he looked around, they were nowhere to be seen. No, he couldn’t believe it. He could feel his heart shatter at the realisation that they weren’t coming back for him. How could they? He had known them since childhood, they shared every moment together, he took the blame for every time they got into trouble with his father, and this was how it ended? To think they left him to take the fall to save their own asses. Some friends they are.

Before he could fully comprehend the betrayal that he felt, a giant net was thrown onto him before it automatically engulfed him. In his frantic state, he unsheathed his hunting knife and tried to cut his way out of the entrapment. However, his attempts were proven to be futile as he was then lifted by a crane and dropped abruptly onto the boat. Several of the fake Na’vis jumped into action and restrained him, preventing him from thrashing about. The next thing he knew was a sharp pain that went through his arm and his eyelids grew heavy due to a drowsy sensation drifting him off to sleep.

The worst part about this whole ordeal was the physically and mentally brutal torture sessions that he had to endure within the ship. He had been punched, kicked, shocked, strangled, whipped, he experienced almost every act of violence under the sun. During his torment, all he could think about was his family. Would he make it out alive to see them again? What if these sky demons returned him home dead? How would his parents feel of having to bury their first-born child? What would happen with his baby sister? Who would be there to wipe her tears away due to his absence?

Would he…

…would he be able to have the chance to say goodbye?

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His eyes snapped open as he jolted awake from his unexpected slumber. He quickly sat up straight and looked around him, only to be disappointed at the fact that he was still in the room, with his wrist bound and muzzle still attached to his face. He looked towards where you laid, and there you were, still sound asleep. It was around this time where he truly felt the discomfort that the restrictions on him brought, and he wanted nothing more than to be free from them. He almost felt bad for doing this, as he emitted some grunting noises in an attempt to get your attention. His actions alerted the two scientists monitoring the room, as they both looked up to check out what was going on.

After a few moments, you slowly but surely stirred awake from your snooze fest and was about to chew out whoever woke you up until your eyes fall on the Na’vi in front of you who was now a lot closer to you than before, his chain keeping him at least a metre away from you.

You stared at him in bewilderment and excitement, though you tried not to be too expressive about it. Had he finally let his guard down and decided to trust you? Was he finally going to accept your offer in helping him?

Okay, calm down, it was best to not get too ahead of yourself. You didn’t want to risk scaring him off again.

Before things got tense, you decided to break the awkward silence that hung in the air.

“H-Hi! It seems you’re still awake. What do you need?” you asked cheerfully.

The Na’vi didn’t respond, but gestured to his bound wrist, asking for your assistance in freeing him.

“Oh, of course! I’ll get to that in a bit. Just let me take that thing off your face first.” you got up to your knees to be eye level with him as you reached forward to grab hold the straps of the muzzle. “No biting.”

He nodded obediently at your warning as he watched you loosen the straps of the muzzle before removing it from his face and chucking it aside. Wow, he really felt he could breathe again. Next, you moved behind him and reached into your pocket for the key to his handcuffs, unlocking it and letting it drop to the floor. Once his hands were free, he brought them forward and massaged them a little to soothe the ache on them, with dark purple bruises becoming visible.

As you moved to sit yourself in front of him, your eyes drifted to his features once more now that they were closer in view. They seemed sharper than the ones of forest Na’vi’s, and every time he blinked, you noticed a secondary eyelid that would unfold after the primary one did, which reminded you of reptiles on Earth that had a similar trait. His eyes were a beautiful azure, you swore you could stare at them the whole day, but you forced yourself to snap out of it before you started creeping him out. You couldn’t help but find this man, despite being of a different species, attractive.

Wait, what?

Didn’t you hear yourself?

He was a different species.

Better to not embarrass yourself any longer.

But that wasn’t the only thing that caught you off guard. You could hardly believe your ears when you heard it escape his lips.

“[Y/N].” he said timidly, almost in a whisper-like voice.

“Yes. Yes! That’s me! [Y/N]! My name!” you responded enthusiastically, with your eyes shining brightly. Gosh, you sounded like a mother excited at her child’s first words. “What about you? Do you have one?”

The Na’vi pondered for a moment, his hands massaging each other in self-comfort, before he looked up at you and uttered,

“Ao’nung.”

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a/n: so that’s chapter 3 for you! hope you liked it, and please let me know what you think about it (but be nice please~). now excuse me, I’ll have to go write up chapter 4.

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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"

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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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avatarrecom · 8 months

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Freaks drink

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader

Word count: 1859

A/N: First time writing anything suggestive, let me know what you think!

You, Z-dog and Walker decided it was time for a much needed girls night. Unfortunately, your male partners can't mind their own business. So you threw them out of your quarters, telling them they could come back after twenty-four hundred. Your partners reluctantly complied, after Walker threatened that if they were back before midnight, they wouldn't have sex for quite a few months. At least not with you. Brown immediately complained and Lopez thought he could persuade you by saying that if they didn't get sex, you wouldn't get it either. Z-dog laughed and challenged him, saying that the three of you could get enough orgasms from each other. So, they agreed to let you three have your fun, and headed to the bar. Quaritch gave you a clear warning that he didn't want to hear about you causing trouble.

The moment the door closed behind them, Z-dog pulled you and Walker into the hallway towards her room. “Wait, I want to put on some more comfortable clothes,” you indicated and Walker agreed with you. Z-dog let go of your wrist and you quickly walked to your own room to change. You took off your clothes and stood completely naked in front of your closet to pick out something comfortable. Walker whistled at you as she walked past your room to her own. "Damn baby, can't you just come like that, it looks sexy," she says teasingly. You throw your cargo pants at her head, which she just dodges and walks away laughing. You put on clean underwear and pull out an oversized shirt from the closet, the shirt probably once belonged to one of your other partners. You skip to Z-dog's room, hooking your arm through Walker's. “This is going to be fun,” you grin at your lover. Walker grins back, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling you into Z-dogs room.

Z-dog has now changed into sweats and is just pulling a sports bra over her breasts. She looks up enthusiastically when you enter her room. "Look what I got!" she laughs excitedly. She holds up several bottles of liquid. Walker tilts her head, "What is that?" “Moonshine!” "Then how did you get that?" you ask in surprise. "Remember when we were on the Sea Dragon, when we were looking for Sully?" Z-dog asks. You both nod. “And do you remember Mick Scoresby?” You both nod again. "So that guy was drunk all day long, so I stole all his bottles of moonshine," Z-dog grins. You and Walker look at each other. “Honestly, I don't care where you got it from, I want to see how fast we can get drunk in these bodies,” you shrug.

Walker nods in agreement and flops down on the bed. You lie down next to her and take one of the three bottles. “Damn, these bottles are huge to humans but like little wine bottles to us,” you laugh. “Do you think these bottles are actually Recom size, and Scoresby stole them so he can say he only drank one bottle?” Walker asks, laughing. Z-dog settles in next to you and grabs a bottle and throws a third one at Walker, who catches it laughing. You open the bottles at the same time and take a big sip. “Holy shit, that's some strong shit,” Z-dog coughs. “No wonder the guy couldn't even stand up,” you laugh. "What happened to him on the Sea Dragon?" Walker wonders. "He's really dead," Z-dog replied. You shake your head, “I saw him this week.” "No, that can't be him, I saw how that space whale tore his arm off and then flew through the air, there's no way he's still alive." claims Z-dog. "I swear, I saw him, he's alive. I mean he's down a limb, but he's still breathing." you claim.

“Well, good for him,” Walker sighs indifferently, then takes another sip. "Does anyone have an idea about what we actually want to do?" she asks. “Ooh, I have an idea!” Z-dog shouts enthusiastically. She walks to her bookcase and pulls out a box. She throws the box between your legs, climbs back onto the bed and snuggles up to you while she grabs her bottle of moonshine again. Walker studied the box, "Freaks drink, seriously?" she asks. "How did you get this?" Z-dog shrugs, "I stole it."

You grab the box from Walker's hands and remove the lid. "So you have to drink when you have done the scenario on the card," Z-dog explains. You take the first card from the deck and read it out loud. "Never have I ever, faked an orgasm." Walker holds up her hand. “Really?” you ask, “With who, not one of the guys?” adds Z-dog. Walker shakes her head, "It was some weird guy, really didn't know what he was doing." She takes a long sip, "Next."

You take the next card "60 second challenge, Pin them up against a wall & kiss down their body." You look between your two female lovers. The two share a look, before Z-dog pulls you off her bed. She pushes you against the wall and holds your arms above your head. You look at her with wide eyes as Walker shifts to get a better look at the two of you. Z-dog presses her lips to your neck and starts sucking. Your breath comes out shaky. Z-dog trails her lips to your chest, pulling down the collar of your shirt to get better access to your chest. You moan when you feel her tongue slide over your body. Your head rolls to the side. You see Walker looking with big eyes of lust. Then you feel her thigh pushing between your legs and against your core. You press your body against her thigh and move back and forth.

Z-dog pulls away way too early and licks her lips, "You look a little red, Sweets." she grins. You look at her pouting. “Why don't we make a plan?” Walker suggests, before Z-dog pulls you both back onto the bed. "I'm listening." "We're looking for a reason that the guys can't have sex with us, so we can do all the sexual stuff while they can only watch," Walker grins evilly. You and Z-dog both grin. "Why don't we make a bet with them?" imagine. “They’d definitely fall for that.”

The three of you spend the rest of the evening working out the plan, continuing to play the game, and getting drunk. You giggle at the question "Never have I ever, had an orgy," Walker says thickly. The three of you look at each other, burst out laughing and each drink from your own bottle. The three of you already finished your respective moonshine bottles. It's a shame, but there is nothing to do about it. You can't look for more moonshine, especially in your current drunken state.

You start giggling more and roll sideways on the bed. "What?" asks Z-dog, who is also clearly drunk. "How do you think it would go if we played this game with the guys?" you laugh. Z-dog and Walker burst out laughing. "They would protest at first, but as soon as they find out what kind of sexual things you have to do, they would immediately join in." giggles Walker. You felt the small draft flow through the room, and heard the quiet opening of the door.

Z-dog sat on the bed, resting her head on your lap. You try to braid her mohawk but end up messing it up. Mansk smelled the smell of alcohol coming from the three of you and spotted the three empty bottles on the bed. Just three bottles. "Where are the others?" Between the three of you, you can drink half of the base under the table. "Mansk!" Z-dog called, as if she had just noticed his presence. "That's the bottle." You pointed at the bottle he saw. He almost rolled his eyes. "Yes," he said patiently, "Where are the others?" "That's it." A silly smile appeared on your face, and when he saw the three of you relaxed and carefree, he couldn't hide the raised corners of his lips. He sniffed the bottle. Moonshine. This explains a lot.

Z-dog glanced at you while Mansk absentmindedly examined the bottle. Picky bastard. “Attack him?” Her eyes sparkled. You nodded briefly and stood up. Things didn’t go as planned as you both bumped into him from both sides. But you barely knocked him off balance. Z-dog wrapped her arms around him, pinning his arms to her sides. He could easily get rid of the both of you if he wanted to. "I missed you too," he muttered instead, moving his arms to pull you two closer to his chest.

Walker stood unsteadily and reached out to pinched one of his cheeks. He bit her hand, but she quickly retracted her finger and laughed at him. You pinched the other cheek, but he grabbed your wrist and brought it back to your side. You gave him a shy smile and pinched his side. He didn't move or flinch, and you frowned. Right, he’s not ticklish. Your disappointment must have amused him, because a chuckle escaped his lips.

Z-dog broke out of his grasp and pulled you and Walker with her. "We’re gonna find more," she called over her shoulder, heading for the door. Suddenly a wall blocked the exit. "I think you've had enough," mused Quaritch, receiving three identical glares.

You look past Quaritch's shoulder and see your other male lovers. "Brown!" You shout excitedly when you see him. You push past Quaritch and throw yourself into Brown's arms. You almost fall flat on your face, but Brown just manages to catch you. "Damn babygirl, what happened to you?" he asks laughing. "Do not laugh!" you pout. "Quaritch is mean, he won't let us get more moonshine." “Aww, baby, that's sad,” Brown grins. You quickly turn around, almost falling again and Brown again makes sure you don't fall. You hear several laughs around you, but you pay no attention to them as you turn your attention to Quaritch. "See!" you exclaim. “Brown says it's okay if we go get more moonshine.” “Wow, wow, I didn't say that,” Brown quickly defends. "What!" you exclaim indignantly. “And I thought you loved us,” Walker says sadly, tears in her eyes.

"Ouch!" you exclaim, turning to Ja indignantly. He seems surprised by your anger. "What?" he asks. “You stood on my tail, you ass,” you say angrily. He smiles. “Why are you laughing, it hurts,” you snap, crying. “Look at your tail, cutie,” he says, chuckling. You look down and see your tail stuck under your own foot. You lift your foot and rub the sore spot on your tail. “It's not funny after all,” you pout, tears in your eyes. “Of course not, cutie,” Ja smiles sweetly at you.

You stagger over to her and pull Walker and Z-dog back into Z's room. "No sex for two months!" You shout to your men. "Hey!, what have we done?" Fike shouts indignantly. You grin at them and slam the door behind you. It's only twenty-three fifty-nine.

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Random Lyle HCs

These are purely selfish sfw headcanons of my favorite blue boy. I’m not personally really familiar with the Avatar lore so I’m just going off my own imagination on some stuff. Also not sure how I want to go about my smut hc/fic for him so I’m stalling by writing this lol. I’m hoping to have some free time later this week to sit down and write some more, but I can’t make any promises. I’m really torn because all of my writing so far is done with my human oc as the base of my headcanons and I’m not sure if people would read my stuff if I used my oc and not reader inserts. Let me know if you have a preference one way or the other, maybe it’ll help me figure out what to do.

* Lyle is the type of person who would carry around a picture of someone close to him wherever he goes. The specific picture of you that he carries around? It’s a mirror selfie where you and Lyle are standing in front of the mirror flexing your biceps with a huge grin on both of your faces. Every time he looks at the picture he feels comforted. I don’t feel like the other recoms would make fun of pictures like this because everyone has someone special in their life that they would want by their side during rough moments.

* I feel like Lyle would be the type of person who wouldn’t mind reading, maybe not college textbooks or romance novels. But magazines about cars, fitness, guns, or anything similar? Loves them and reading them is one of his favorite low-energy hobbies.

* Lyle actually thinks most of Pandora’s wildlife is pretty cool. Back on Earth a lot of animals had died out so there really wasn’t anything aside from the occasional house pets. (*Not super familiar with the lore of Avatar’s Earth so idk if this is even accurate but just roll with it*) Obviously has a very healthy fear of most of the things crawling around in the jungle but every time he sees a cool lizard or even those monkeys he always stares for a bit. His favorite animal on Pandora? Ikran, his specifically. He thinks they are dope as hell and loves how vibrant the patterns are. Flying is just an added bonus.

* Still dedicated to his mission but finds his mind wandering about other possibilities such as what would happen if they fail again. He’s weirded out by being in an Avatar body the way it is now and the idea that all his memories are on a data stick in someone’s lab somewhere makes him uneasy. He doesn’t want to die but has the sinking feeling that the RDA would keep bringing everyone back as many times as it would take to finish business so to speak.

* Not one to believe in happy endings, especially after everything he’s been through but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be a nice change. Your presence through the readjustment period was a godsend and he’s crossing his fingers that you’ll get to keep in touch even as the mission progresses. Sometimes in the morning, he’ll just stare at you in the kitchen while you make yourself breakfast almost like if he moved his eyes from your frame you would disappear. When you catch him staring you make fun of him a little bit. “I’m not going to share if you keep staring like that.” Or “Why don’t you make yourself useful and start washing some of the dishes if you’re just going to sit there ogling.”

* Doesn’t like sharing even with the other recoms, but he makes an exception for Z-Dog simply because she’s the only one he trusts not to break his stuff. Quaritch is usually a no too surprisingly unless it’s necessary for the mission or to maintain a decent relationship. Gets kind of possessive over his stuff just because he hates when people take his stuff and don’t put it back.

* Lyle likes to listen to music when he’s at home base during his downtime. Whether that’s just by himself in his room, out in the common quarters with the gang, or in the science loft with you while you play your own music. I feel like he’d be the type to like mainly rock music personally, but he doesn’t make too much of a fuss about what other people are playing as long as it’s disrupting the quiet. I could totally see him branching out to metal music when he’s in the gym cuz it hypes him up.

* He’s surprisingly decent at braiding his own hair but insists that you do it when he gets out of the shower. He’ll sit on the floor crisscrossed in front of the couch and nestles between your legs, enjoying the warmth that comes from your skin. Sometimes after a stressful day, you spend a little bit of time massaging the back of his neck and the area around his queue gently and he just about melts every time. Also loves it when you sing to him while you comb and braid his hair.

* Sometimes if he doesn’t want your bonding session to end he’ll purposely make it harder for you by moving or swiveling his head around (to your annoyance). “Seriously, sit still! You are such a toddler. You want your shit fixed or what?” You smack him on the side of his head and he lets out a snort. “I thought we agreed to no hitting outside of the bedroom?” You let out a huff and tug his queue a bit. “I never agreed to that, especially not with how annoying you can be.”

* Hates going up into the science loft since the ceilings are shorter than the main level and he smacks his head into the lights and stuff but does it anyway to spend time with you. He’s a pretty selfish person and prefers to have his time with you be just the two of you. He’ll sit on the floor next to your desk and make small talk with you while you work on your projects. When he thinks you’ve been sitting for too long he makes you get up and go down to the kitchen where he’ll make you a snack and have you do some stretching.

* After a long day of you at your desk he loves to go into your room and stretch out (as best he can) on your bed. You like to complain that he messes up your pillows but you really don’t mind it. Lyle likes to pull you onto the bed with him and squishes you against his chest. When it’s just the two of you he doesn’t bother holding back his purrs because he knows you like them, but in front of the group he does his best to quiet it. You’ll usually stay cuddled up together until it’s dinner time or someone calls for him.

* I also think Avatars have scent glands just like normal kitties so when he rubs up against your belongings like your bed or your clothes he’s literally marking you as yours. As a “scientist,” you already knew about this, but you were a bit surprised to catch Lyle marking up the stuff in your room. He was a bit embarrassed when you caught him the first time, but continues to do it to the annoyance of the other recoms.

* I feel like Lyle wouldn’t mind cooking because it’s a necessary life skill to have and he’s pretty good at it. Hunting on Pandora would be a breeze for him. The fresh meat coupled with the veggies growing from your aquaponics would make a damn good meal. I feel like there are also a lot of weird recipes he follows, kinda like what broke college kids/ prison inmates would do (Ramen noodle burritos anybody?). Loves being able to “provide” for you which sounds silly but is always happy to cook for you, especially when you’re busy doing other things.

* Keeps his belongings and room pretty tidy. He’s not one to leave his stuff lying out which makes rooming with him preferable to the others, as you tend to trip on their stuff when they drop it all over the shack. Lyle catches wind of your annoyance and starts shoving stuff into the recom’s rooms so you have a clean living space to walk through.

* Likes helping you out in the gardens, whether it’s the native Pandoran patch outside the shack or the Earth one inside the outbuilding. You and your friend grow a variety of food found on Earth since you were still learning how to adapt to the foods on this planet. You head out each afternoon to check the crops and scribble notes down about the progress and Lyle likes to sneak strawberries when he thinks you aren’t looking.

* Lyle likes to make himself useful however he can whether that’s doing the heavy lifting, reaching for high objects, or fixing stuff around the shack. Does chores without being told to which was a pleasant surprise when you caught him outside fixing the rainwater basin. Loves helping out even more when you reward him with kisses and praise afterward even if he gets teased for kissing ass from the others.

* Hates when he has to leave for extended periods of time as he’s always worried about your safety out in the wilds. He knows he can’t get out of it so he does what he can to prepare you. “Okay so don’t go outside after dark, if you have to you both leave. One of you needs a gun and keep your-“ “Head on a swivel for any hostiles.” You give a small smile and grab his hand. “I know you’re worried, but we’re gonna be okay. You on the other hand need to promise me you’re going to come back. In one piece.” He squeezes your small hand and does his best to look sincere. “I’m always going to come back to you, no matter what happens.”

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The Captive - Chapter 30

Chapter 29

30 Chapters!

Apologies for how long this one took, I've been really busy these past few weeks, so it’s harder for me to find the time to write. I hope the wait was worth it though, I loved writing this chapter!

For what was probably the tenth time that day, Kiri once again made her way to the infirmary to see if there was any news on Spider. By now, it was already midday, and it had been hours since Norm and Max had begun the operation. It felt like every minute that passed, the tightness in her stomach only grew.

Why was this taking so long?

It couldn’t be good that there was no news, right?

What happens if they can’t save the arm…?

The questions had been on repeat in Kiri’s mind for hours. Maybe this time she’d get answers.

She spotted Ronal outside the infirmary, tending to the moderate wounds several warriors had received during Quaritch’s escape attempt. With most of the infirmary cordoned off, the work had to be done outdoors for the time being.

“Ronal, I see you.”

The Tsahik spent a few seconds finishing some stitches on a cut, muttered something to the warrior, then finally stood back up and turned to Kiri.

“Kiri, I see you.”

As soon as the greeting was over, Kiri asked the same question as usual.

“Any news about Spider? What’s happening?”

Silently, she desperately hoped that there was finally something new, but the look on Ronal’s face answered her question before the Tsahik even spoke.

“I am sorry, there is still nothing.”

Kiri sighed, closing her eyes as the brief moment of hope once again faded, giving way to the now-familiar worry. She felt tears gather in her eyes…

“You need to find something to do, it will help ease the burden on your mind.”

Kiri jumped slightly as Ronal lay a hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes, looking downwards. If she could do anything to help Spider, she would. But for the moment, it felt like she was completely powerless. She had some basic healing experience from her mom, but she knew nothing about the kind of procedure the scientists were doing.

Suddenly, a thought formed in her head.

“What happened to Quar…er…the Demon?”

Kiri had been so worried about Spider, she hadn’t thought about the fate of the Recom.

Ronal hummed, and for a moment, Kiri felt her worry grow. If Quaritch was dead, then Spider…

Before she could finish the thought, Ronal answered.

“The Demon gave up his fight when Spider was injured. We have bound him completely, and he will remain bound until his trial.”

Kiri didn’t miss a strange, thoughtful look on Ronal’s face, but she didn’t stop to consider the meaning.

“He can’t eat, right? His hands are tied up?”

Ronal nodded in confirmation, raising an eyebrow at the line of questioning.

“I…I can bring him food.” Kiri proposed. She prepared herself to argue her case, convince Ronal it would be fine. But surprisingly, Ronal just nodded again.

“Very well. You may bring him the usual stew. Be careful, even though he is tied up.”

Kiri stared in confusion for a moment. She couldn’t help but be shocked at Ronal agreeing so quickly. The Tsahik seemed to sense the same thing.

“I think it would be best if you were to do this.”

Kiri felt slightly uneasy as Ronal gave her a seemingly knowing look.

Kiri knew Ronal had talked with her father. What had he said to her? Did Ronal know something about Quaritch? What was this about…?

Kiri shook off the surprise and nodded back to Ronal.

“I’ll go do it now.”

The Tsahik smiled.

“I will send someone to find you if I hear anything on Spider’s condition.”

“Thank you.”

Kiri nodded again, then turned to leave, still wondering about Ronal’s reaction.

(…)

Quaritch groaned as his eyes shot open. He’d somehow managed to nod off.

For a brief moment, he instinctively tried to move, straining against the binds that held him still. Then, he remembered his situation, and slumped. He let out a small sigh as he closed his eyes again.

He was exhausted, sore, and miserable. He was covered in sweat from the midday sun beating down on him. The various gashes and bruises he’d received last night stung and throbbed, the pain flaring up from his brief struggle against the ropes. His stomach ached with hunger pangs.

At this rate, maybe he’d die right here before his so-called trial even arrived. It would save him from that last humiliation at least. Rob Sully of the chance to kill him. But there was still Spider to think about…

Quaritch desperately wanted to see his son, even if from a distance. At the very least, he would know that the kid had survived, something which had been uncertain the last time they’d been together…

The Recom put the thought out of his mind and tried to sleep again. All he could do for now was pass the time. His position was supremely uncomfortable, but at this point he was so tired he may just power through it anyways. He turned his face away from the hot sun as best he could and tried to steady his breath. He focused on the sound of the nearby ocean…

Just as he felt himself start to doze off, he heard footsteps approaching him. He tried to act like he was unconscious, hoping to make the chief, or Sully, or whoever it was give him peace. But the footsteps kept coming and stopped right in front of him. A hand lightly tapped his shoulder.

Quaritch cursed under his breath and opened his eyes. They grew slightly wide when they realized who was standing in front of him.

It was the Sully girl…Kiri.

He stared at the teenage Na’vi, unsure of what to do. For a moment, she returned the look. Then, she offered a slight smile.

“So…how are you?”

Quaritch couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.

“I’m just great, kid.”

Kiri looked the beat-up Recom up and down.

“You don’t seem great.”

Quaritch groaned.

“Just tell me what you want, kid. I’m not exactly in a talking mood.”

Kiri gestured to a bowl set down next to her.

“Are you hungry?”

Quaritch smiled slightly. He was hungry, but his current situation meant he couldn’t eat.

“I appreciate the gesture…Kiri. But I ain’t exactly able to eat like this.”

Kiri picked up the bowl, and a small spoon.

“I’ll feed you.”

Anger flared in Quaritch. Was this some new plan to humiliate him further? Feeding him? He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the pain in the one that’d been punched.

“Not a chance, kid. Get lost.”

“You can’t just stand here and starve!” Kiri protested. She looked down for a moment, then, smiling slightly, said something else.

“Do it for Spider.”

Quaritch’s heart jumped. How could he have forgotten? Kiri was the only other person that knew the extent of his relationship with his son. And even more importantly, she knew what state his son was in.

He glanced around, making sure Sully wasn’t hiding somewhere, then hissed back.

“What’s Spider’s condition. Tell me!”

Kiri looked at him indignantly.

“Eat this stew, and I’ll tell you.”

Quaritch growled. He hated the idea, but what choice did he have?

“Goddamn it…fine! Just not the spoon, I’ll drink it from the bowl.”

Kiri nodded, then lifted the bowl, straining slightly to reach the much taller Recom’s mouth. Quaritch grumbled, then steeled himself and started gulping down the stew as fast as he could. It was still a bit too hot to eat comfortably, but he didn’t care.

Once he was done, he looked back to Kiri.

“Alright. Now, tell me. Is Spider alright?”

Kiri set the bowl down, then sat beside it, suddenly looking more somber.

“I…I don’t know.”

Quaritch growled again, but fear filled his mind.

“You don’t know? What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t know if he’s dead or alive?”

“No, no, he’s alive.” Kiri responded quickly, looking down. “It’s just…that…”

Quaritch stared down at her as she grew silent.

“What? What happened? Tell me, damnit!”

“He might lose his arm.” Kiri choked out.

“What…?” Quaritch tried to search for a way to ask for more details, but Kiri answered before he could finish.

“Norm and Max came, they said…the arrow shattered his bones. They’re doing a surgery now, to see if they can fix it.”

Norm and Max?

Science guys, from back at Hell’s Gate, Quaritch recalled. They’d also been on his list of people to find, but he wasn’t worried about that now. He looked at Kiri, waiting for more information. When she stayed silent, he spoke.

“Well?”

The girl looked up.

“What’s happening? Is it working?” Quaritch didn’t bothering masking the desperation in his voice.

Kiri closed her eyes, wiping a tear away.

“I told you; I don’t know. We haven’t heard anything since they started.”

She let out a shuddering sigh of her own and fell silent again. Quaritch followed suit, slumping in his restraints. His head spun with the new information. Spider was alive, at least. But the thought of his son being left an amputee at 16 was a gut punch.

They both remained quiet for what seemed like forever, just taking in the day’s events.

“What…happened last night, exactly?” Kiri asked quietly.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at her.

“You don’t know already?”

“Well, I kind of do, but…” She seemed to stop herself for a moment. “I want to hear another perspective.”

Quaritch thought for a moment.

“Well, I was trying to save Spider from Sully. The locals showed up while I was fighting your old man and they had us surrounded. That’s when the arrow hit.”

“Save Spider? What do you mean?”

The Recom pursed his lips.

“Well…um…Spider was…visiting me last night, and Sully found him out. I had to try to save him after that.”

Kiri drew her breath in sharply at the new information, making Quaritch more intrigued, though he didn’t show it.

The girl was silent for another few moments, deep in thought. Then, she asked one more question.

“What did Spider say to you?”

Now, it was Quaritch’s turn to consider his next words carefully.

Should he tell the truth?

Should he say anything at all?

Kiri didn’t miss the long pause, looking up at the Recom with concern in her face. Finally, Quaritch made up his mind. He took a deep breath…

“Spider wanted me to break out and leave with him. We’d escape together.”

“He…wanted to leave…” Kiri spoke slowly.

Quaritch couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness when he saw Kiri’s reaction. The Na’vi girl’s ears drooped, and her eyes were clearly glistening with tears. But she nodded slowly.

“I…I understand.”

“I tried to tell him to stay away.” Quaritch continued, feeling the need to say more. “I told him it was risky, but he wouldn’t listen. And now…this.”

After a short pause, he continued.

“He’d never have stayed away though. He had too much heart for that. He couldn’t bare leaving me there, waiting for me to die.

Kiri smiled.

“That’s Spider.”

“How could I just stand by after all that?” Asked the recom rhetorically. “He was in danger. He was counting on me. It’s…”

He paused, searching for the words.

“A lot has changed in the past two weeks.”

Kiri looked at him seriously.

“You should say all this in your trial. Tell the people what you told me. Make them understand…all this.”

Quaritch smirked slightly.

“You’re naïve, kid. Me and Sully’s fight goes way back. There’s no ‘understanding’ to be done. It just ain’t possible.”

“It was for me. I still understood.” Kiri said, thoughtful, but serious.

“This ain’t the same.” Quaritch shook his head. “You haven’t lost people the way me and Sully have.”

Kiri raised an eyebrow slightly, giving the Recom a knowing look.

“You…don’t know who my mom was, do you?”

Quaritch narrowed his eyes, confused.

“I thought you were Sully’s kid.”

“I was adopted.” Kiri explained. “My mom was Grace Augustine.”

Quaritch’s eyes widened.

Grace Augustine’s had a kid?

A Na’vi kid?

She hadn’t been pregnant. Ever. How…

But as Quaritch looked at Kiri with the new information, he couldn’t deny the resemblance. Hell, he felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. The girl practically looked like a carbon copy of Augustine in her younger days.

“Holy Jesus.” He muttered quietly, too shocked to respond properly.

Kiri stood up to leave.

“I have to talk with my parents. About Spider.” After a moment, she added: “Please consider what I said. Don’t hide the truth.”

As she left, Quaritch could only stare, dumbfounded.

IIRC, Quaritch never learned that Kiri was Grace’s daughter.

Thanks for reading. I know a lot of people were looking forward to another meeting between these two, so I hope I didn’t disappoint.

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blind0demon · 1 year

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Lucky Interruption

Summary: You walk in on your Colonel Miles Quaritch being busy with himself and decide to help him out with his problem.

Pairing: Na'vi! Miles Quaritch x Na'vi! Female! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,6K

Author's Note: This fanfic is the reason why I'm going to hell. (Literally came up with the idea ten minutes into the movie and left the cinema knowing that I had to write this down.)

"Out of the way, dwarfs" You shouted before nearly colliding with a woman walking past you, making all of her documents fall on the ground. Should've listened to me, you thought to yourself as you continued walking while occasionally taking a sip from your recom breather. You had to get used to your new body as an Avatar and having to walk past humans twice as short as you wasn't the easiest task.

However, it did make you feel superior to them. As a human you weren't exactly the tallest woman in the RDA so it was a nice change. Maybe you were a bit bluer, but you didn't really mind. All that mattered was that you weren't dead anymore and that was the most important thing. In addition, you were stronger and faster.

Your feet dragged you through the building, searching for a room owned by Miles Quaritch who is about to see your face for the first time this morning. You bet that he won't be happy about it and it made you grin. You were always quite a teaser no matter the people and situation. Some loved talking to you and some despised being around you. That was just your charm.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally made it to your destination and without a second thought opened the door and walked into the tiny corridor towards the white room. Normally, you're expected to knock but it's not like you're going to walk in on someone… touching themselves. Your wide yellow eyes met the same scared ones as you and Miles Quaritch stared at each other in horror without saying a word. He was sitting on the bed with his manhood wrapped around his large hand, clearly telling you what he was doing just a few seconds ago.

Your face immediately turned purple. "Oh my Lord, I've seen nothing" You yelled out, while quickly turning away and returning to the door. "No, wait (L/N)!" The man shouted after you while fixing his trousers. "Look man, everybody needs to take off some tension once in a while. Let's just pretend that nothing had happened" You murmured awkwardly, still facing him with your back and nervously playing with the metal pendant wrapped around your neck.

You could hear him cursing under his breath and walking nervously around the room in silence. "What were you even doing in my room? Your parents had neven taught you how to knock on doors?" Quaritch growled in your direction, making you turn towards him with an angered expression. You weren't surprised catching him like this, you're used to seeing dicks. After all, you have to see his face everyday.

"Excuse me, usually I don't walk in on people playing with themselfs at seven in the morning" You retaliated at him. "What even were you masturbading to? The wall?" You joked maliciously. "That's none of your business and you better show me more respect, Lieutenant" The man threatened, taking a few steps towards your figure. As usual, he's letting you know that you are beneath him which always pissed you off. You knew he hated you, but it didn't stop you from teasing him. Human or Na'vi, he was equally adorable when he was angry.

"Well then, I'm leaving you alone. Just don't get mad at me when you get in trouble because I didn't tell you why I came here in the first place" You said with a smile and slowly made your way towards the exit. "(L/N), hold up" Miles shouted after you, before taking a hold of your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. "Let's not argue at the beginning of the day. Just tell me why you're here" He said tiredly. As much as you wanted to argue with him a little more, you did feel sorry for him.

Being in a situation that he was in, he must've felt rather uncomfortable knowing that you've seen him at his most vulnerable state. "It's fine, I will let you know about everything but first, how about we take care of a different problem" You suggested as your eyes traveled down his tall figure towards his pants where his still hard friend was hiding. "I don't have time for your games, (F/N)" Miles quickly caught up to what you meant and took a step back. "I'm serious" You could tell that he had a difficult time remaining calm when you noticed his pupils dilated and ears slightly tilted back.

It turned you on and you decided to join in on the fun. "You know, I also wanted to find out everything about my new body when I became a recom. It's alright to be curious" You reassured him seductively as your finger ran across the tattoo resting on his left arm. Quaritch still seemed unsure so you continued. "I could make you feel things you haven't felt in your entire lifetime. After all, we've been alive for only a month"

The Avatar seemed to fall under your spell when you pressed yourself against his body, your lips only a few inches away from each other. "You know that relationships like this only lead to trouble" Miles said nervously, feeling your warmth radiating onto him and your hand traveling dangerously close to where he wanted you the most right now. His body language as a Na'vi was so easy to read. He couldn't help his tail nervously sweeping or ears twitching. Despite him saying no, you knew what he really meant.

"We're both adults and as long as no one's opening their mouth, nothing has ever happened. Besides, why would nature give us the ability to feel ecstasy if we aren't allowed to feel it?" Your words turned into a whisper and Quaritch cursed out loud before slamming his lips into yours and pushing you against the wall.

You immediately kissed back, enjoying the subtle force he was using to keep you from escaping, as if you wanted to. Your tongues were exploring each other in a heated dance. He quickly took off your recom breather who had no use in his room and only stood in his way and started to kiss your neck. As much as you enjoyed the pleasure you were receiving, you pushed the Na'vi away from you, leaving him confused.

"How about I take care of you first?" You suggested, kneeling down in front of him with a grin. "Are you sure you want this?" The man asked, still astonished by the boldness of your actions. "No biggie, Colonel. But there are three rules. First, you can tug on my hair but try not to rip it out of my scalp. Second, don't force me to deepthroat unless you want to feel these fangs on your little friend and third, get as loud as you want. I enjoy it" You explained smiling at the end, before taking off his pants alongside his underwear.

Your short make out session made him fully ready again, so you decided to go straight to war and take him in your mouth. You could hear him growl above you as his hand instinctively took a hold of your head. You kissed the tip of his manhood and twirled your tongue around him, enjoying the taste of your Colonel.

You began to move up and down his shaft, trying to fit him as deep as you could while your hand moved along the parts you couldn't reach yet. "Oh fuck, (F/N). You're making me lose my mind" Miles cursed out while breathing heavily, his eyes clouded with lust as you worked down on him. Despite arguing with him, you did dream a few times about choking on his manhood but you wouldn't have imagined that this could actually happen.

Knowing that you're beneath him and at his mercy only added to the arousal you felt in your lower parts. Miles could fuck you right now and you would've been ready wet like an ocean for him. You looked up to see him grunting and staring down at you as your skilled tongue caused wonders to his body. Quaritch's hand would have never done anything as pleasurable as your mouth.

You gagged when his hips instinctively thrusted into you and your orbs sent daggers into his in annoyance. "Sorry, cupcake" The Avatar breathed out, his mouth slightly agape from the delight he was experiencing. You bat an eye on him and continued your magic. You might have practiced with a recom before and that's most likely the reason why you made Miles lose himself. Practice makes a master. After a minute his tip was already hitting the back of your throat as you deepthroated him like a champion. He was a bit bigger to take so it took you a while to get used to him but the noises Quaritch made were worth the sacrifice.

He would've never grunted like this on the battlefield so you tried to memorize every second of this experience. "Shit, I'm close" Miles warned you as his large hands massaged your scalp with every move. You decided to quicken your pace even more and deliver him the best orgasm he'd ever had in both of his lifes. A moment later Quaritch reached his bliss with a growl as his member painted your throat white with its content that you gladly swallowed.

When he was done, you stood up and smiled, seeing how much you destroyed him. His face and shoulders were glistening with sweat, his pupils dilated and his mouth slightly open. "You're incredible" Miles whispered, as you put your hands on both sides of his face, admiring him. "Thanks" You said with a smile, before your mouths met again. His lips tasted sweeter with every second and you slowly grew addicted to kissing him more and more.

You let out a yelp when you felt Quaritch lift you up and lay you on the table next to you. His hands reached underneath your shirt and lifted it above your hands to later toss it on the floor. You smirked as his skilled fingers quickly got rid of your bra as well, leaving your chest bare for him to admire. "You will be the death of me, (F/N)" The man growled before leaning in to suck and lick your neck while his hands played with your breasts. "Fuck" You hissed at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist.

You could feel him getting hard again even if he just reached his finish a moment ago as his manhood poked against your clothed entrance. Your charm does have an effect on him after all. The fingertips of your hands ran across his back and your body felt as if it was on fire, ready to explode. "Oh God, just fuck me already" You growled in his ear, bored with the foreplay and eager to finally get him inside of you. Miles stopped in his tracks to glare at you before standing up and flipping you on your stomach. "What are you doing?" You asked surprised but also excited at the sudden change of positions.

A gasp left your lips when the man took a hold of your queue and lifted your head by your braid. "It's 'fuck me, Colonel'. Seems like I need to put you back in your place" Quaritch said with a deep tone, causing a shiver to run down your spine at his sudden rise of confidence. I could take some discipline, you thought to yourself as your lips formed a devilish grin when you felt him take off your pants along with your underwear.

You were now fully exposed at his mercy and you loved every second of it. The Na'vi took his manhood in his hand and slid the tip along your entry, making you tremble and even wetter than before. Heavy breaths left your lips as you watched him tease you while smiling at your vulnerable state. "Don't worry about hurting me, this body's no longer a virgin" You reassured him, laughing at his confused expression. "You became an Avatar a month ago and you've already slept with a recom? Who was that?" He asked indignantly. "That's my secret" You answered, giving him the sweetest smile to which he only shook his head in resignation.

At least you spared yourself the additional pain you would get when he'd start rearranging your insides and you knew that it would feel amazing. A moan escaped your lips when Quaritch finally entered you without a warning, forcing your body to accept his lovely invitation. You closed your mouth with your hand, trying to deafen the embarrassing sounds coming out of you as your walls hugged him tightly.

You turned your head in his direction and wondered why he wasn't moving only to notice Miles looking at you as if asking for permission to continue. Despite him being a dick, you found it sweet of him to wait and let you adjust to his size. Your happiness quickly ended however, when he began to thrust into you, but at a torturous slow pace. At this speed, you would have an orgasm in eight hours. "Could you go faster?" You asked slightly irritated, still facing the desk you were laying on.

"What did I tell you about respecting me?" Quaritch growled, still keeping his slow tempo. You cursed him out in your mind, knowing that you had to oblige him if you wanted to feel better, so you played along. "Could you go faster, Colonel?" You repeat yourself but this time addressing him properly. "I know you can do better" The man answered, slowing down even more to the point where you couldn't take it anymore as you felt the pleasure disappearing from your body.

The Na'vi pressed his chest against your back, listening to your rapid breathing as you forced yourself to keep as calm as you could, mostly to no avail. "Oh God, please fuck me, Colonel! I want you to screw me over till I won't be able to walk!" You whined, feeling absolutely pathetic in front of him. You had no idea how he managed to keep himself collected while you barely held onto yourself. What a bastard. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" Quaritch teased in your ear when he finally gave you what you desperately needed and started to slam his hips into yours.

Waves of ecstasy immediately hit your body like a train and you bit your lower lip, holding back a moan. Your tail was swaying like crazy as you curled your hands into fists, having nothing to grab on. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull of how good he felt hitting all the right spots inside of you with each strong thrust. A surprise squeal leaves your mouth when you feel the man's canines sink into your shoulder, a little too hard for your liking.

He must've forgotten that Na'vi teeth are sharper than humans. "Fuck you, Miles" You hissed annoyingly, hearing him laugh behind you at your reaction. "Looks like I'm the one who's fucking you, Lieutenant" Quaritch concluded before standing up and taking a hold of the back of your neck and forcing your head on the desk. His other hand lifted your hips slightly, making you stand on your toes so he could thrust into you at a sharper angle, hitting you even deeper than before.

You groaned in pleasure at his change in pace and position but you knew that he did this because you disrespected him again. You didn't mind it though. You were a brat and he was a brat tamer. Instead of a recom you should consider changing your job to become his personal fuck toy. Despite Quaritch hitting your cervix with almost every move, you didn't care about the pain following him as he also gave you waves of ecstasy that mixed alongside the discomfort.

If you told him that it hurt you a little, he would definitely stop but you didn't want this ride to end, not till you reach your own finish. You took a look at the Na'vi and wondered what he felt at that moment. He'll probably regret hitting up with a recom in the next two hours but now his mind is most likely too occupied chasing his desire rather than thinking clearly. You could tell by the look on his handsome face as he growled like an animal in heat, fucking you into oblivion.

After a moment of this sinful act, you could start to feel your climax approaching which was rather rare considering the fact that most of your previous partners assumed that they could make you finish just by humping you like actors do in adult movies. Well, they are called actors for a reason, but now you could actually sense the knot tightening in your stomach about to burst if you could just stimulate yourself a little more. So, you shifted your arm to rub your bundle of nerves but before you could do it, Miles's hand stopped you from doing anything.

"Since you've done a great job before, it's my time to return the favor" He said and took the initiative to circle your sensitive flesh with his fingertips, adding to the already pulsating pleasure. You loved him with your entire hearth at that moment for making you feel this excruciatingly good. You were almost ready to forgive him for acting like an asshole all the time.

Your hair strands stuck to your forehead and you kept your eyes shut while Quaritch played you like an instrument, controlling every sound that came out of your lips. You could've sworn that you've lost all the feeling in your legs for a moment. After a moment of torture, your climax finally washed over you as you muffled the awkward noises coming out of you, relieved to finally experience the feeling of ecstacy.

The man rode you through your orgasm and continued chasing his own, sensing it approaching as well just by looking at your devastated form. You loved the overstimulation that he was giving when he used you for his own desires. Your walls tightened around his member even more since you've reached your finish, making it harder for him to move but also giving him additional stimulation. Coming to his room unannounced was your best idea this day.

You watched him come undone above you, as he swiftly got out of you to paint your back with his seed. His muscles stiffened, as Quaritch tried to catch his breath while rubbing the back of your neck in a comforting gesture. Both of you stayed like this for a moment, attempting to collect yourselves from the activity, none of you saying a word to each other. "You were good for your first time in a new body" You murmured with a smirk, breaking the silence.

Miles smiled back at you before getting up and taking a towel from the bathroom to clean your bodies. "If anyone finds out about it, we're screwed" He joked after finishing his task. "You think that nobody in this facility sleeps with one another? I could find something for anybody if I wanted to" You laughed and sat up on the desk, still naked while the man was already dressed up.

You couldn't trust yourself to get on your feet at that moment. "Still mad at me for coming in without a warning?" You asked while swinging your legs in the air lazily. "Let's say that I forgive you for disrespecting me this once, but another time things won't be this easy, (F/N)" Quaritch told you, crossing his arms with a secretive smile on his face. "There will be another time?" You asked surprised with an inch of hope in your voice.

Now, that you were thinking about it, spending every morning as Miles's play toy wasn't such a bad idea, you could get used to it. "Don't start with your games again. Just tell me why you came here in the first place" He said in a serious tone and took a few steps towards your form. "Oh, right. Commander asked to see you in half an hour, that's all" You answered casually, before furrowing your eyebrows and looking at the clock hanging in the room. "Some time did pass since we got busy, now you have like five minutes left" You concluded awkwardly, rubbing your neck, making him stare at you in shock.

You gave him an apologetic smile before he cursed under his breath and quickly walked away to take his recom breather and turned towards the exit. He should really hurry up if the way from his room to the commander's office was around ten minutes on foot. "I want you gone when I come back and put some clothes on you, woman" Quaritch growled tiredly, pointing at you as you laughed at his misery.

"Wait!" You yelled before he could open the door, making him turn in your direction in concern. "If you even feel lonely, my room is always open for you. You don't need to knock" You said seductively. Miles rolled his eyes at your words before winking at you with a smile and leaving you alone. You smirked to yourself at the thought of seeing him soon on another mission, trying to pretend that nothing has ever happened between the two of you this morning. But you know that your new relationship is just beginning to blossom and you couldn't wait to interrupt your Colonel once again.

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