#recom fike x reader

[backmuscles21]

You're Supposed To Be Ours

Recoms x Reader

Summary: You are an RDA chemist, you have caught the eyes of all the recoms. They can be a little possessive. So, when they see you talking with someone else, they need to teach you your place and where you belong. Warnings: smut, belly bulge, size kink, begging, spanking, orgasm denial/delay, punishment, possessive behaviour, sub/dom undertones

You came to Pandora as a chemist, they needed you to run tests on water, plants, rocks, and other elements. Basically, what they wanted you to do was make a periodic table for the things on Pandora.

Easier said than done.

However, you did love your job and you loved the planet. One thing you loved the most about your job was the new relationship you started. You have an avatar body for when you go on missions to collect samples to test and figure out their composition. Since you have a trillion-dollar avatar body and were only a scientist, you needed protection. And what better protection than the new Na’vi recom soldiers? Plus, they were tall, strong, and muscular.

So that is how you met your new lovers. You learned that they were a little hard-headed, very strong, very loyal, and pretty jealous. Not necessarily jealous of each other, they saw themselves as a family, but with literally anyone else. When you told them you liked boy boys and girls you couldn’t talk to a single soul without them feeling a tinge of jealousy. Some were good at hiding it others had it written all over their face, it didn’t really bother you too much, you had them.

You would go to work and then go back to them, sometimes in your human body or in your avatar. Not too many people knew you were with all the recoms, the only people that really knew were some of the people in your department. They had seen you with them when they dropped you off or came by to pick you up after you finished work or when they would visit you while you were working. It was always someone different, but it was always one of your tall blue lovers.

Some of your co-workers liked to pick on you a little for being with them and fucking the aliens. You didn’t care, you loved them deeply, and you wouldn’t ever trade them for the world.

But one day, when one of them came to visit you while you were working, they saw you talking with some of your co-workers. You were laughing and smiling and you just tucked your hair behind your ears, you did that when you were flustered.

It was Prager who came to visit you, he was feeling tired and in a cuddly mood and he always sought you out when he got that way. He was angry that you’d be talking with this guy that you worked with. You should be laughing with anyone but them, you were theirs. So, Prager went back to the recom common room to tell everyone what he saw.

He stormed back to the common room, punched in the door code and stomped in.

“What happened? Did she say she had to work? Cause I told you so,” Lopez said with a smirk.

Prager didn’t answer, instead, he gathered everyone in the common area.

“What’s going on? Care to explain?” Miles asked.

“I went to see her and I saw her but she was talking and laughing with another guy. They were supposed to be working and she even tucked her hair behind her ears. She was flirting with him; I couldn’t believe it. So, I came back here to tell you guys,” Prager explained.

“What was she doing?” Mansk asked, always trying to work out situations, giving you the benefit of the doubt.

“She was by her microscope, she was writing on some papers, but then she stopped and she gave him her undivided attention,” Prager explained

“Well, let’s go see this then,” Lyle said wanting to confirm it.

Miles put his arm out to stop Lyle, “no. We wait till she finishes work, she has to anyway. Then we will confront her. You know she can’t lie worth a damn and will crumble under us. She can also explain her side of the story and we will go from there.”

“Are we gonna punish her?” Walker asked with a slight smirk.

“Depends. She might have an explanation and then we will just tone down our usual punishment. If she doesn’t deny it and says what she did, we will use a lesser punishment. If she tries to hide it and denies it, we will go no bars held. She knows her safe word,” Miles explained to everyone.

“When is she done?” Zdog asked.

“A few hours. I’ll pick her up. I intimidate her the most,” Miles said as he smirked at his fellow soldiers.

“So, what do we do till then?” Ja asked.

“We could try to get her out early. Maybe do a random walk-by and see if it’s continuing?” Fike suggested.

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve ever said,” Lopez smirked.

“Go fuck yourself,” Fike said to Lopez with a scoff and smile while rolling his eyes.

So, a few hours passed and Miles left a couple of minutes before you were supposed to finish for the day. He walked in front of the glass doors of the chemistry lab, there were multiple scientists working away. Then his eyes landed on you, looking into different Petri dishes and writing stuff down. He fell in love with you all over again, he couldn't believe how gorgeous you were. Both your human body and your avatar body were absolutely stunning, he understood why people wanted you, not that they’d ever get you.

He opened the door and walked in, he saw you look up and smile brightly. He walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders and watched you finish your notes.

“I’m almost done give me five minutes.”

“Take your time cupcake,” Miles said patting your shoulders.

He noticed your co-workers staring at you and him and then whispering to each other, he knew they liked to gossip. He wasn’t bothered by them and he knew you weren’t either but he still didn’t like it. He gave them a slight scowl and turned back towards you.

Finally, you and him left the lab and went to the recom-only areas. Once you entered the room and saw all of your lovers right there you were surprised.

“Woah, what’s going on? Did I miss something? Is there a special occasion?” You said slightly nervous.

Miles came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed a little bit. “We needed to talk to you about something and we need you to be honest.”

“What’s up?” You said it slowly, you were kind of scared.

“Were you flirting with one of your co-workers today?” Miles asked.

“Flirting? You think I would purposely flirt with someone I work with? That’s like giving that person a death wish. I wasn’t trying to flirt with anyone, if that happened, I’m sorry that it did, it was not my intention.”

“But you were flustered. I saw you tuck your hair behind your ears,” Prager said.

“I was using my microscope a lot today and I forgot my hair tie. You know how I hate my hair in my face. I just happened to tuck my hair behind my ears a lot today.”

“But you were laughing and talking with him then you looked down and tucked your hair behind your ears. You were flustered, he made you flustered.”

“I swear I never intended for that to happen. I have to talk with my coworkers, I need them to tolerate me. I work with them and there’s no replacing them or me so we have to get along. I promise I was not intentionally flirting with anyone I work with.”

“But you were being friendly,” Lyle said.

“Yeah, but I need to be. I need them to like me. I’m friendly to anyone I talk to. I don’t talk to a lot of people other than you guys but I’m not an asshole.”

“I think you need to learn your place,” Miles said leaning over to whisper in your ear.

Your eyes went wide, they planned on punishing you for this.

“Do I need my avatar for this?”

“No, we will be tame enough for a human.”

You breathed out loudly through your nose trying to calm yourself. You didn’t hate when this happened, it was hot. However, it was just a lot and it was tiring and it was just so much for your little body.

Miles started to move his hands down to your hips, then he moved them from your hips to slide up your sides and take your shirt off. You lifted your arms to help him take your shirt off, he threw your top onto the floor and touched your smooth skin again. His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, he took it off you as well and let it fall to the floor. Miles smiled as he watched everyone state at you, he placed his large hands on your tits and pulled you into his body. He started to play with your nipples and it made you cry out.

You could see the smirks on everyone’s faces as they watched you whine while being toyed with. Miles' hands then found the hem of your pants, he unbuttoned them and let them fall to the floor.

“These are cute,” Miles said as he revealed your panties to the recoms. He grabbed the band of your panties on your hip and let it slap against your skin.

“Now, be a good girl and go apologize to Prager first. He wanted you so badly and he had to see you openly flirting,” Miles said as he slapped your ass as you walked over to Prager.

You sat on Prager’s lap and kissed him; Prager’s hands roamed your body before staying on your hips. He squeezed the flesh of your hips and occasionally your butt, you found yourself naturally rolling your hips into him. You could feel him getting harder and harder, you then got off him to kneel in front of him. You started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants; you pulled out his hard cock. Your hands were so tiny compared to his Na’vi-sized dick; you stroked him a few times before you took him into your mouth.

It was hard to take him into your mouth but you pushed through, his hand grasped at your hair as you sucked him off. He was moaning out lowly as you did the best you could to get as deep as possible, what you couldn’t reach you stroked. Prager was trying to not jerk his hips and start fucking your face but he couldn’t help it, you were just so good. You focused on his head, pushing your tongue onto it and swirling it around. You tried to keep your teeth from hitting his shaft but it was so hard when he was stretching your mouth to its limits. You knew he was close just from the way his thighs twitched and his cock twitched in your mouth.

You pushed him to the back of your throat as he came, it went right down and as you pulled off him, you looked up at him. He was smiling, he looked so blissed out.

“Do you forgive me?”

“Of course, baby,” Prager said stroking your head.

“Don’t be so nice to her. We’re not done here,” Miles said as he walked over to you and picked you up.

Miles placed you down on your stomach on one of the recom-sized tables, your legs dangled helplessly as he held you there with a hand on your back. Lyle walked up next to Miles and kissed your back a few times, his hand then replaced Miles as he stood behind you. He ground his semi-erect cock into your butt before his other hand stroked down your back, landing on your left butt cheek.

“You gonna count ‘em?”

You nodded, “yeah,” you breathed out feeling yourself get more turned on.

His large hand landed a good smack on your butt cheek, it had a good echoing sound.

“One,” you staggered out.

His hand gripped your butt cheek after the smack, his hand rubbed the area as it left your skin coming down again.

“Two.”

You could hear him snickering as he played with your butt cheek a bit before landing a few concurrent slaps to your left cheek.

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

You couldn’t lie, it was starting to hurt. You knew that this is what was supposed to happen, it was supposed to cause a bit of pain. You liked it but their recom size and strength was a bit much, it just felt raw more than painful, but you could still handle it.

“Six,” you whined out as Lyle slapped your butt again.

He was definitely an ass man but also a boob man, this man was just horny and would take what he could get. He loved all bodies, all sizes, and all parts, but he had a favourite, big juicy asses. He loved a nice jiggly butt, nothing was better, he liked getting to slap, squeeze, pinch, fondle, lick, kiss, suck, bite, whatever he could do, he wanted it. That’s why he was perfect for this job, he could get off on watching your butt jiggle as he slapped your butt.

“Seven.”

Lyle hit the same left cheek, you started to lurch forward as he made contact. It was getting to be quite painful but you were almost done, he almost always went to 10. If he tried more, you might stop him, if he would actually stop.

“Eight.”

You squeezed your eyes when Lyle made impact, you were moaning out at every hit. You could also feel how hard Lyle was, he had to be leaking.

“Nine.”

The finish line was so close, one more and you’d be done. You felt the hand on your back move to your hip, that was new. Both his hands then held your hips and he lifted your hips up a bit and that’s when you felt his cock head rubbing through your folds. You didn’t even hear him unzip his pants, He then pushed in as he slapped your left cheek one last time.

“Ten,” you cried out as he pushed a few inches into you.

Your hands tried to grip at the table, your fingertips pressing into the table while your knuckles bent. Your back was trying to arch with no success, Lyle held you in place as he slowly pushed in more and more.

“Feel how hard you made me by just having your ass on display. I guarantee now pussy ass science puke could fuck you like this. Could get as hard as this. Could get as deep as this. Could make you scream out like this.”

He was praising himself as he started to thrust in and out of you, he was praising how good their recom bodies could fuck you. Hoping that you’d never even think about your coworkers ever again, hoping that you’d never even look at another person.

“Lyle, fuck, Lyle,” you reached your hand back for him, “please.”

“Please what, buttercup?”

“More.”

“You got it babe.”

Lyle sped up and went deeper, you moaned out and he smirked. Your forehead hit the table as you cried out, he couldn’t help but get harder at the sight of you soaking up what he was giving you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking deep.”

“You like it baby? I can do more. I can already feel myself inside you.”

Lyle smirked as he kissed your back, you could feel his hand on your stomach just below your navel. Your arm slowly moved down there to feel where his hand was, you could feel his cock poking through your skin. You’d seen it and felt it before but it got you every time, it was so hot to know how they were bulging out of you. it just made you feel so small, it was so hot to feel it, even more so when you’d press on it and you’d hear whoever was in you moan.

Like now, pressed down on your lower stomach had Lyle moaning and grunting, he kept thrusting faster and faster before cumming deep in you. While it felt good and it was hot, you didn’t cum and that was probably their plan for tonight, not stimulate you enough to cum or deny you of it all together.

Lyle pulled out and moved away from you, he then lifted you up and placed you in the lap of Lopez. He already had his cock out, he held onto your hips before helping you to sink down on his thick cock. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as you felt the stretch, nothing helped with the stretch. Even after Lyle just fucked the shit out of you, you still weren’t meant for their large bodies.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing the shit out of me, baby girl,” Lopez said resting his forehead in yours.

He slowly sunk you down further and further until he stopped and started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Your head rested on his shoulder as you cried out, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled your bodies close together.

“Please, please, please, let me cum,” you whined out. You figured begging might help.

“I’m glad you figured it out. Sooner than I thought. Either way, you won’t be cumming for some time,” Miles said from right behind you. You felt him kiss your shoulder after he told you, his plan.

You whined out from Miles' words and from feeling Lopez go in deeper. You knew you had to cum, but you also knew you couldn’t otherwise your punishment would get worse. Your mouth bit into Lopez’s bare shoulder as you focused on not cumming. The grip Lopez had on your body got tighter as you tried your best to follow Miles’ orders.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re gripping me so fucking hard.”

“Well, I’m trying not to cum. You’re just hitting it perfectly.”

He made a particular few thrusts up into you at really stroked your walls beautifully. You moaned out, holding onto him harder as you held back the best you could.

“Miles please let me cum, I can’t hold it back, please.”

“You’re not cumming.”

You knew asking Lopez was futile, he wasn’t going to let you cum anymore than Miles would. You knew that you would just have to hold off, but that was going to be even harder shortly. After Lopez finally came, you felt yourself finally be able to let your body relax, but that didn’t last long.

“You good with going upside down?” Walker asked smirking in your ear. She bit the lobe of your ear lightly as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She lifted you up off Lopez and took you to where she was sitting. She rested your back on her thighs and took your hips lifting them up to her mouth. Your legs straddled her head as she smiled at you between them.

“Wait I can’t, she gonna make me cum. All she does is know how to stimulate. She doesn’t stop till I cum.”

“That’s your problem, honey,” Walker smiled as she attached her mouth to your clit.

Your head pushed back against her knees as you moaned out loudly. Your hands gripped the armrests and your eyebrows furrowed; your mouth was agape as Walker pulled moan after moan from your mouth. It was such a compliment to her to see you stuck in a state like this. However, it didn’t take long before she had you cumming, it was going to happen, and you were already holding back. You were so sensitive, it didn’t matter, any stimulation was going to get you to cum.

Walker slurped at your pussy as she took everything you gave her.

“I hope you enjoyed that. Because you’re in for it now.”

You stared up at Miles, you could see how much his hard cock was pushing his pants out from your position. You could feel yourself getting more turned on. Miles picked you up and laid you back on the table from earlier. He more or less dropped you and held you on your back. He snarled as he watched you squirm under his large hand, his jaw moved from side to side.

He was planning how he wanted to abuse your poor pussy.

One thing you learned about him was he enjoyed eye contact. If he was eating you out, he’d stare at you and you better be staring back. Same with when you gave him head, on top of that, while fucking he also wanted to see your eyes. You couldn’t close them from pain or pleasure, you had to keep them on his. He made you stare at him as he unbuttoned his pants, he kept eye contact with you as he roughly pushed into you. He pushed all of his length into you in one go, it made you moan out loudly. You have been prepared well enough but it still stung and especially just from how he just pushed it all inside. He was bottomed out and he was one of the longer and thicker ones. He started to thrust into you right away, he took no prisoners either.

He was merciless, he lifted a leg to rest it on the table to get better leverage to fuck you deeper. Your small hands clawed at his back; you were in pain but it felt so good. Miles was deep inside, he was fast and normally at this point, you’d just lay your hand on your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock outlined in your skin. You couldn’t your body was so wound up, he was stimulating you so much, you just gripped onto his skin.

Your abs were so tightly restricted, you were just constantly being overstimulated. Your eyes fought to stay open to stare into his as he fucked you, all you wanted to do was close your eyes and throw your head back. You fought with yourself to keep from letting your body feel the pleasure, you had to keep your eyes open. Not to mention, even if you begged, he probably wouldn’t have let you cum.

“Miles, Miles, please, I can’t. I have to cum.”

“You will wait till I do then I will let you.”

You sighed out in protest, you could barely hold it, you wanted to cum now. You knew he wouldn’t be too much longer but still, you had to cum now. You felt him twitch, he was close he had to be, it was light there was light at the end of the tunnel. He came deep inside you; you cried out as it just filled you up.

“Miles, please, can I cum?”

His sharp deep thrusts didn’t stop, “have at it, cupcake.”

It only took a second after he finished his sentence for you to cry out while cumming. Your body moved on its own, your eyes squeezed shut and the top of your head hit the table. It was probably one of the most intense orgasms the recoms have ever given your human body. Miles kissed your sternum a few times before pulling out, Ja was quick to pick your tired and spent body up and place you in his arms. He sat down with your body resting on his, he was grounding you by rubbing at your back and running a hand through your hair.

“Don’t you want to get off too?”

“No, baby. You’ve done too much. Your body is tired and probably sore. We can wait,” Ja said to you.

“But I’ve taken you all before?”

“Yeah, that was when you were taking two or three of us at once and we didn’t make you hold your orgasms. You rest, we have all the time in the world,” Zdog said butting in to kiss your tired and sweaty face.

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[avatarrecom]

heyy gurrl just wanna let you know that i frickin love your fics so much ❤😊! also i'm feeling like sweetheart so maybe you should write about poly recoms x very sweet, friendly human reader ???

feel free to ignore this 😊❤

Sweet reader

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Human!reader

Word count: 482

A/N: Thank you 💙! Sorry for the long wait, I totally forgot your request 🫣. I wrote some headcanons instead of a one-shot, I hope you don't mind! And I hope that you're still feeling sweetheartish.

You’re the sweetest little human they’ve ever met.

Whereas almost everyone called them zombies and other mean shit behind their backs (because no one's stupid enough to say shit to their faces).

But you were so sweet and kind to them.

You always smile brightly at them in the hallways.

If they’d return from a mission you’d greet them and fuss over any potential injuries, insisting that they drink and eat some before reporting to the boss.

If they were about to leave for a mission, you would always see them off, insisting that they’d be safe.

Eventually they all fell in love with you.

At first, it was awkward when they realized that they all had a thing for you.

But they came to the agreement that they would share you.

When they eventually sat you down and explained everything they felt, you were overwhelmed at first.

They suggested a polyamorous relationship, but you didn’t know what to think about it.

You really liked them, but you felt like you would be a slut if you engaged in a relationship with them all.

You eventually confided in Z-dog and Walker about your feelings.

They assured you that none of them would think that and that if anyone said something like that to you, they’d kick their asses.

So eventually you let the squad know that you were open to be in a relationship with all of them.

They’d be so protective of you.

If someone was bothering you, suddenly one of them showed up behind you with the others some distance away, glaring at whoever it was.

The recom who shows up behind you glares at them, daring them to continue.

They’d definitely see him as a problem.

Until you managed to convince them that they were leaving you alone.

One day they definitely announced in the cafeteria that you were theirs and theirs alone.

They glare at everyone who looks at you a second too long.

You have to convince them to back off multiple times (a day lol).

But they always do whatever you ask.

You need a cuddle? No worries, Prager will hold you for hours.

Are you on your period? Z-dog and Walker have cleared out their day to spend with you.

Is some guy creeping you out? He gets sent back to earth (or his oxygen mask mysteriously malfunctions when he’s working outside)

Quaritch holding you close when he’s doing paperwork.

Z-dog and Walker having a weekly girls night with you.

Ja teaching you medical stuff because you want to be able to help when they’re injured.

Researching new recipes with Mansk.

Holding a monthly book club with Ja and Prager.

Hiding Brown and Fike when they get in trouble because of their latest prank.

Watching telenovelas with Lopez.

Laughing at Lyle’s stupid corny jokes.

Weekly movie night with them all, rotating between everyone for cuddles.

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[tarrynightss]

Kinky things with the Recoms

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

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

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

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

Miles Quaritch ~ breeding kink

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

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

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

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

Lyle Wainfleet ~ Spanking

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

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

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

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

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

Mansk ~ Scenting

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

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

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

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

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

Zdinarsk aka Z-dog ~ Spit

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

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

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

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

Lopez ~ Pain

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

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

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

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

Prager ~ Praise kink

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

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

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

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

Sean Fike ~ Choking

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

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

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

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

Ja ~ Outdoor sex

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

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

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

#smut #miles quaritch x reader #lyle wainfleet x reader #z dog x reader #mansk x reader #Lopez x reader #Prager x reader #fike x reader #ja x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow x reader #na'vi x reader #na’vi smut #Recoms #miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #lyle x reader #quaritch x reader #Mansk #Lopez #Prager #Sean Fike #Z-dog #zdinarsk #Ja

[timetravellingshinigami]

I'm so sorry for this 😭

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OBSESSING OVER RECOM

→ PREVIOUS

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

#SYNOPSIS— in which all recoms are obsessed with their recom teammate

#WARNING(S)— yandere(?), unhealthy fixation, unhealthy obsession, non consensual touching, groping, implications of forced mating, implications of noncon/dubcon, abuse of power, manipulation/manipulative, forced tsahylu

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Group/ Deja Blu squad

At one point it had become incredibly draining to be around everyone. Even opting to hanging out with the scientist pukes. But such a plan was discarded right away. Mansk had become increasingly needy, often by your side quietly. Content with just being anywhere near you. He was easy to please— something you were quite grateful for. Walker was shameless in her touches. Going as far as groping you in front of the others, her touches were bold. It would cause a chain reaction from the others, joining in and cupping you through your pants.

Prager was similar to Mansk in terms of affection, content with having an arm around you or nuzzling your nape with his nose. But sometimes his neediness would get the best of him. At one point he would thrown rationality out the window and sink down on his knees nuzzling your crotch with his nose. Ja was quite the opposite form the others, begging to be touched by you. He would tug on the string of your pants, gazing up at you with glassy eyes. It was quite the sight, and it was enough to have him getting pulled in your lap. Oblivious to his manipulation.

Brown acted indifferently. As if you didn’t affect him— but rather he was good at hiding his emotions. He never sought out any sort of physical touch except pleasure. It was exhausting to say the least— to try and keep up with his high libido. At one point you would shrug him off and deny him any access. He would get increasingly frustrated wanting nothing more but to touch you. He would become irrationally angry and he would take whatever he seemed fit. Because in his mind you belonged to him. His own personal stress reliever.

Lopez had the same mentality as Brown but rather he was more open of his feelings. Whatever he wanted he would take. He was aggressive like that, he would voice out his thoughts uncaring if they were hurtful. He enjoyed taking what he wanted from you— it didn’t matter if you were exhausted. Warren was unbothered to say the least. Seeing you in the corner of his sight was enough for him. On the occasion he’ll request the simplest things such as holding hands and whatnot.

Zhang was someone who was didn’t ask for much, quite awkward in asking for any sort of touch from you.On the occasion his lip would curl in frustration seeing the others act so openly towards you. He was usually stiff around you, unable to fully relax without having the need to pounce you. To have you in his grasp, an itch that needed to be scratch that only you could soothe. The feeling would overwhelm him at one point causing him to breakdown. However, when you would bask him with your presence his tail would thump against the ground like a dog.

General Ardmore would have surely noticed their personality shifts at some point. She even made the decision to cut you off from the Recom squad, claiming you had turned out to be a liability for them. The General's choice didn't turn out well; she was faced with an angry group of highly trained Recom soldiers, teeth barred in anger as they demanded you to be returned to them. Being helpless in the situation, you were returned back to the squad you were faced with happy smiles and loud purrs.

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AVATAR RECOM HEADCANONS - INTRO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sunandsstars]

More Recom Squad x Reader please! Like how they first met her and stuff, honestly I’d take a whole fic of them 😭😭😭

FIRST MEETINGS

Recombinants x Medic!Reader

Summary: It was love at first sight, a cute little human taking care of them? What more can they ask for.

Warnings: N/A Word count: 1.1k

Taglist: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @eywas-heir @reneehillary69 @cavvedinn @itsyoboysparkel @doggodorime @dumb-fawkin-bitch

They were soldiers, hard muscle on the outside and hard brains on the inside. They showed no fear, death was their middle name, they never gave mercy and shot who deemed worthy of meeting the end of their guns.

But when they first met their personal doctor they became whipped. It was embarrassing, big macho men and women folding at the sight of a little human woman.

General Ardmore was showing Deja Blu around the main control centres, giving them all the information they lost within the fifteen years they were dead. She strolled into one of the medical centres, it being filled with gurneys, high tech equipment and avatar related items. “And this here is where you will specifically be patched up since no other medic wing deals with anything Avatar”

The team looked around in wonder, there was stuff they’ve never seen even on Hellsgate. They admired the hologram projections and cool lab equipment, touching them with big hands and picking them up to look closer. Zhang held up a Na’vi skull model, twisting it around and raising a brow.

“Excuse me!” a little voice cried out to the right of him, the man tilted his head and spotted a human woman in a laboratory coat, a stethoscope around her neck. He squatted so he could be eye to eye with her “you might wanna put that model down, it’s quite fragile and you might end up breaking it”

Zhang’s tail swished behind him “oh yea, sorry” he gave the too big model to her, it looking huge in her little hands. She thanked him and placed it back onto the table, turning around at the General’s call.

“This is Dr ___, she specialises in Na’vi anatomy and has numerous degrees on medicine. She will be your teams doctor from here on out” ___’s eyes widened, she did not recall this in the job description.

Quaritch turned to her and analysed her form, nodding his head in approval. She was timid but if the General approved then he can’t say no “She’ll do general”

“Good. She’s the best there is. Now if you’ll excuse me” Ardmore turned on her heel and started to walk out “get yourself familiar with one another, I got a meeting to attend” but before she could walk out the door, the little doctor rushed towards her, asking to speak outside.

Wainfleet shared a look with Zdinarsk behind the colonel, raising their brows. She was cute, the human woman. But she didn’t seem to happy to be with them. ___ walked back into the medbay and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She had no choice but to work with them, no one else could or would.

Ja walked up to her and kneeled to her height “so..I’m Alexander Ja, I’m the squads medic. Nice to have another doc around to help” he raised a hand for her to shake and she took it, five fingers barely wrapping around only two of his and his ears perked. So small. So cute.

“It’s nice to meet you, although I would’ve hoped a heads up beforehand” ___ took her hand back and walked to a table, taking out a folder that was under one of her arms and opening it. Ardmore gave her some information on the recombinants and their mission. To kill Jake Sully. But before then, the aliens would have to stay at Bridgehead for a while and get used to their new bodies.

“You weren’t told you’d work with us?” Mansk stared at her back, yellow eyes raking up and down her figure behind his shades. ___ placed the file down and nodded, turning around to face the team.

“No I wasn’t. But I wont complain. If Ardmore says I have to then I have to” she shrugged, looking at Quaritch “why don’t you guys follow me. I’ll show you around the rest of the place” they all nodded and stood tall, following behind her and taking in their new home, occasionally breathing through their regulators.

“And this is your dormitory. The rooms are specifically designed for your bodies, so bigger beds, bigger showers, taller ceilings. You won’t need your regulators inside the bedrooms since we have a special filtration system, but you’ll need it for the main area” ___ took a keycard from her pocket and swiped on one of the locks on a door, opening it and stepping inside the room.

“Woah.. pretty rad” Fike spun in a circle looking at their new home. The recoms all shared an apartment, but with separate rooms and en suites. They will share a communal area, it was like being back on Earth.

Zdinarsk agreed, opening the fridge and seeing it stocked up to the brim, ears wiggling. They had all the good stuff. Lyle looked at the little lady and asked where she was staying, just in case they might need her for the future.

“I’m just down the hall, apartment 342. You can either knock for me or page me if you need me while we’re off duty” she tapped a device on her hip to show them it’s on her at all times, she was a doctor, of course she’s on call 24/7.

“Thanks for this ___. We haven’t had much…hospitality from the other folks” Quaritch squatted to look at her and patted her head, tail swishing behind him. The other recoms sounded out their agreement, the other members of Bridgehead gave them cold and disgusted looks when they walked past. Much different to the time they were human. But ___ went out of her way to help them, despite showing reluctance at the start. “We look after our own here, you’re apart of our team now”

___ flushed slightly at the affection “thank you colonel”

“Miles, or Quaritch. Whichever you prefer darlin”Wainfleet nudged Brown next to him and wiggled his brows, both of them giggling like little girls. Quaritch rolled his eyes at his soldiers, giving them the finger and smirking when they immediately turned their backs to him. “These two ladies are Lyle Wainfleet and Steve Brown” they both swivelled their heads and waved at the human “that over there is Alicia Zdinarsk. We call her Z-Dog”

“Yeah she’s an absolute hound in the field” Mansk piped up, Z kicked the back of his knee in retaliation but puffed up her chest when ___ smiled at her. “I’m Kevin Mansk, that’s Sean Fike, Andrew Prager and Kim Zhang”

Quaritch grumbled a little, ears pulled down. He wanted to introduce his squad. “It’s nice to meet you all. I hope we’ll get along well” ___ giggled and patted the colonels arm, noting the pouting face. Miles tail swished and repetitively slapped Lyles legs.

“Colonels got a crushhh” Fike dragged out to Prager in a whisper, only to get yelled at by a big, buff angry cat man.

___ grinned at them. Yeah, they’d get along just fine.

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"Insane Like Me"

Recom Fike x Human f. Reader

(1K special request from @supernovapsycho2321 )

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Summary: Fike is known as the shortest recom who happens to be hot-headed. When he meets you he realises your attitude and personality match. After you overcome your first tense encounter, you realise you're both growing a soft spot for each other.

WARNINGS: Fluff, little bit of Angst, tension, cursing

Words Count: 2126 (short one-shot)

You often hear people say that to find yourself the perfect person, you need to complete each other. Like two completely different puzzle pieces that just happen to match and finish the whole puzzle. 

Well, let me tell you…

That's not always the case. 

Fike is one of the shorter recoms and with that height come certain personalities. To tease him and really piss him off, his friends compare him to a Chihuahua. Fike is not similar to a Chihuahua. More like a shrunken Pitbull. Not that those are very tall either. 

Pitbulls are strong and can be aggressive but most importantly, they have a soft and sweet side which is often overlooked by people. That is Fike. He is a hotheaded marine like many others but he isn't unsensible. 

Often, he likes his challenges to be big. Bigger than him. That can also backfire, but he manages to blame it on someone else if it does. 

Then, there is you. You work for the RDA, just like Fike, but in a different branch. And you get irritated very easily because everything seems to be made for giants. We're not talking about Avatars here, I mean people. 

You're just very short, but you never say that. You're personality and attitude completely match Fike's energy. It's either a love or a violent mess bound to happen. Whether the love blooms or the chaos erupts entirely depends on the situation you meet each other in. 

One wrong move and it's over for both of you. Things will be flying through the air and curse words will be erupting from both your throats. 

You don't care that he's a recom, quite frankly it would annoy you even more. 

The inevitable meeting isn't the best situation because you've both had a stressful day when you bump into each other in the hallway. However, something that shocks the universe takes place. 

Fike is walking through the seemingly endless hallways and his head is clouded with thoughts. Heavy footsteps, reminding others an Avatar was walking by, made employees move out of the way. The ones that didn't would get swished with Fike's tail which seemed to have a mind of its own when he was pissed off. 

Since most people moved out of the way, he wasn't counting on that one person not doing the same. As he approached your much smaller self, he didn't bother to stop. Neither did you. So you ended up knocking into each other, causing your paperwork to fall to the ground. 

Fike's attention was no longer on his thoughts but back in reality as he stared down at the human whom he had collided with. 

I freeze in my tracks after almost having the air knocked from my lungs. My eyes shoot up and I huff an annoyed sigh. Of course, it was a recom. They thought they could do anything they wanted. 

He stared down at me while I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. It caused him to raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" He asked, not seeming to understand my expression. 

"Are you going to apologise?" I ask, not looking away from him. 

Nothing could intimidate me after the awful day I've had. If he thinks he can just walk into me like I'm not there then he has one hell of a shitstorm coming his way. 

Both his eyebrows raise in surprise and disbelief at my words. 

"For what?" He scoffs, barely glancing down at my work. "Makin' you drop some shit?" 

I cannot believe him. 

"This 'shit' is the reason you're alive again, asshole. Watch your mouth and pick it up." I snap at him. 

He seems to be processing my words. 

"Nah, don't think so. You're closer to it shortstack." 

The pet name made me furious. 

"What? You think you're too good to pick up the mess you made?" 

"The mess I made? Think you walked into me." 

"I was walking on the right side of the hallway. You were in the middle!" I snarl, pointing at the line dividing the floor in half. 

He scoffs again, shaking his head. 

"That's not a rule"

"Yes, it is! Can you see the line? Yeah? It make sense to you yet?" 

My demeaning tone seems to annoy him for a few seconds because he flattens his ears back. 

"Listen lady, I don't know what you think you're doin', but-"

"No, you listen to me!" I shout, interrupting him. "I don't care if you're an Avatar! You need to respect others. Now pick up the goddamn papers you hit out of my hands and make it right!" I say, now pointing to the messy stack of papers at my feet. 

The people watching around us are beyond entertained at this point.

There are a few minutes of silence where the Avatar just stares at me. I refuse to stand down and frown up at him. 

Suddenly, to my surprise, he bends down and starts to neatly pile my papers into a stack before straightening up and handing them to me. 

My expression changes from the harsh glare I had before as I slowly take the papers back into my hands. 

"Happy?" He asks. 

"Yeah. Wasn't so hard was it?" I say, rolling my eyes and starting to walk away. 

I notice him turn around after me. 

"What's your name? We should do this again sometime!" He called after me. I stop and give him a doubting look before flipping him off and walking away. 

Fike lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head before turning away and continuing to walk in his direction.

Anyone who would have known Fike would have been in shock. Normally, situations like those would have quickly turned into fistfights. Even though you're a woman, he would have still been mean. But Fike left that situation feeling a lot better than he was before. Even if you weren't. 

After that incident, Fike couldn’t shake you from his mind. He’d never met anyone like you and he couldn’t deny that it didn’t stir something in him. Fike liked that you had an attitude and even despite you being a third of his size, he liked that you talked to him like you weren’t. 

The next time you saw each other was coincidentally at lunch. It was nothing but eye contact for a few seconds. Yet, that was enough to have both your hearts racing. He knew he liked you and why but you weren’t sure why you felt drawn to him. You didn’t even know each other's names.

When you left the cafeteria, Fike immediately left his table and friends behind to follow you. He needed to find out where you worked or spent most of your time so that he could meet you again. 

It wasn’t easy, sneaking around as a recom but he managed without you noticing. 

Since then, he would hurry through his training session and speed up his showers. Often he would skip meals or take them with him, just so that he can pretend to accidentally run into you again. 

That way you would often see him in the hallway, walking by whenever you finished your shift. The glances slowly turned into polite smiles which was unusual for both of you. 

At one point, Fike was becoming impatient so he waited for everyone to leave your office before he let himself in. 

My eyes tear themselves from the documents I was correcting when I hear the door open. To my surprise, I see the recombinant again. The same one I bumped into a few days back. Well actually, he walked into me. It wasn’t my fault, all his. 

I stop what I’m doing and watch him. He scans the room before his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he turns around to close the door behind him. 

“Hey.” he starts talking, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you lose something?” I ask, leaning against my desk and dropping my pen. 

A soft but raspy chuckle leaves him. It made me want to hear it again. 

“No. I didn’t catch your name last time.” he said. It seems as though my attitude made it easier for him to talk and remember why he’s here.

“It says it on the door.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

I roll my eyes. Of course he does. 

“Why? This department doesn’t concern you.” I add, not wanting to make it easy for him.

I hear him sigh. “Come on, just give me your name, doll.”

“That doesn’t work on me.” I say. Pet names never do. And the last time he used one it didn’t either. 

“Please?” he asks, wondering if perhaps being polite will do it. 

I give up with a soft huff. “It’s Y/N.”

The Avatar smiles. “Y/N. Nice name.” he says and I softly scoff, looking back down at my papers. 

I hear him take a few steps towards me and soon he is in front of my desk. He reaches for a chair and uncomfortably sits on it. It was made for humans, not Avatars. But it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

“Now you can ask for my name.” he says, looking back at me. 

“Why would I?” I say, but he can see through my bluff. 

“C’mon. I see the way you look at me. No need to hide it, shortie.” 

I frown at the pet name but his grin tells me he used it on purpose again, just to annoy me. 

“What’s your name then?” 

“Fike. Sean Fike.” 

“Hm.” I hum with a small nod. 

“Nice to meet you.” he teases, extending his hand to me. 

“Such a pleasure.” I answer sarcastically, briefly shaking his hand before trying to focus on my work again. 

“It will be, just wait and see.” Fike joked, grinning at me. He rested his elbow on my desk and was watching me shuffle through my paper. 

I scoff and roll my eyes at his comment. But oddly, his way with words reflects my behaviour. I don’t know whether I like it or whether it makes me uncomfortable. 

“Don’t you have places to be?” I ask, glancing up from my sheets. It was difficult to concentrate on work with him around. 

“Nah, I’m done for the day.” He smiles at me and I sigh. 

“Great.” The words leave my lips in a muffled whisper. I’d have to put up with him now for as long as he liked. 

“What are you doing after this?” he asks. I really won’t manage to get any work done…

“Grabbing something to eat and then going to my room.” 

I purposefully don’t look at him because I know he thrives in my attention. Making him seem less important amuses me. 

“Alone?” 

Now I can’t help but look at him. My eyebrow raises at his question. 

“Yes, alone.” 

“Would you like some company tonight?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief. He seems to suddenly realise how one could misinterpret that question so he quickly tries to save it. 

“-not in that way! Unless that’s what you want then that’s great but-” 

“Fike.” I warn him, straightening my posture. 

“I meant for dinner.” he says, exhaling softly. “Can I take you out?”

My expression softens slightly and I’m no longer irritated by his presence. I can tell he’s being genuine.  

“In this shit hole?” I joke for the first time since he’s entered and it makes him smile again. 

“Yeah, sorry. Options are limited.” Fike answers. The RDA facility wasn’t very visually attractive. There was little colour and cement was everywhere. 

I sigh, hating how I’m growing a weakness for him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be done in an hour.” I reply and his smile extends to his cheeks. 

“I don’t mind waitin’.” 

“But I actually have to work, we can’t be talking.” I say, trying to stay serious. 

He nods understandingly. “Yes ma’am. Can I help?” 

His words have my cheeks slowly heating up into a blush and I have to look down to hide it. Dammit, why was the name-calling suddenly pleasing to me?

“Yeah, uh... Can you get that down from there?” I ask and Fike reaches for a box on the high shelf. 

For the next hour, Fike manages to stay quiet. Only because of the date we have after, of course. Otherwise, he would be teasing and distracting you. It was exciting for both of you to have finally found someone so similar to yourselves. One could say it would get boring after a while but your personalities were far from boring. And now there were two of them which made things that much better.

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What if the recoms went rogue right after the RDA tracked Norm's gunship?

So scenario, they have been traveling with Spider for months now, following every single tiny clue they have about Jake, mostly so Quaritch can keep Spider and the rest of the recoms out of Bridgehead, but not really doing anything, just fooling around along the jungle.

Until Lyle gets told that they had tracked someone going to the islands, and they realized that they would have to leave this life to actually focus on the mission.

But none of them actually want to find Jake at this point, they have their own little family and know it will be in danger if they continue.

So they run away, they steal enough masks and portable chargers to last Spider two lifetimes and leave all traceable equipment behind.

Idk what they would do at this point, I just want them to be happy.

I love this idea cause its cute and sweet and would make for such good found family, the crew learning to survive in the woods or finding a village to make uturu to... but any regular of mine will know, I don't do happy, not entirely at least.

so, very similar idea, but what if they knew they would never be able to escape the RDA as long as it still stood, that if they wanted to be free they had to fight, but that jake and the other na'vi would never accept them into their ranks, so they become sleeper agents.

they board the seas dragon, 'interrogate the na'vi" (spider being the only one who can speak na'vi, slips them a secret message, that the recoms have woken and they're on the na'vi's side), they lay low, and then when they start hunting the tulkun (at first they were gonna let it happen, then the scientist and the hunter opened their stupid fucking mouths and then they couldn't let that happen) they attack the ship which is enough of a sign to jake (+ the message's from the other villages, the kids running off to join the fight, particularly lo'ak as he feared for payaken, and both pandora jesus and ronal getting a gut feeling)

its an all-out war, jake not fully trusting quaritch so he keeps sorta, testing him, pushing him. maybe one of them gets hurt? maybe one of the recoms? maybe spider?

lets just say, I can think of a million ways making them sleep agents is amazing for me but horrible for them.

#spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #recom ja #recom fike #recom lyle wainfleet #recom squad #recom quaritch #recom miles quaritch x reader #recom wainfleet #recom group #zdinarsk #lyle wainfleet #recom mansk #mansk #zdog #z dog #recom zdog #recom z dog #quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #jake sully #I can't just let me or anyone I know (real or fictional) be happy #sorry

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Heart of ice

RecomReader x RecomFike

Summary: Fike becomes separated from the squad and is forced to accept help when it gets too cold.

CW: suggestive language. sexual situations, no smut.

Recomweek Day 7: Survival

To say Fike didn't like you was an understatement. Every time you entered a room he'd groan and find an excuse to leave. He sat as far as he could from you at meals, meetings and missions. Shooting you glares if you dared to even glance at him.

To be frank you couldn't care less what the guy thought of you. You were far to caught up in your own new life to bother yourself over it. That and he grated on your nerves too, always laughing too loud or taking the best drinks from the fridge.

Still you did find yourself mulling it over when he was present. You were a doctor after all and a psychologist before this too. It was part of your duties to care for the teams well-being, physical and mental. It was hard to read all the new subtle body language ticks and each flick or sway of ear and tail could mean so many things.

You monitored him ahead of you as you trekked. The piercing wind hit through the pack, blasting tiny shards of ice into your face. You scrunched your eyes against the frigid air. The expanse of white giving you a sense of foreboding.

You'd never seen snow on Pandora before yesterday. The ship taking you north to the moons icy region had been heated. So when huge coats and gloves were in your locker, you'd blanched. Fike seemed chipper as ever mocking the equipment soundly, not even doing his coat up before the hanger door opened and biting air hit him.

You watched his tail swing inside the thermal stocking. He was tense, uncomfortable, maybe he could sense your eyes on him. Or maybe his tail was as restricted as yours. It felt wrong to have it in the heavy fleece, weighted down.

There were native na'vi to this area. You wondered how they dressed to deal with the cold. Or maybe they were furry? You pulled your scarf closes against your mouth. Your nose and ears could freeze off in this temperature. Especially your wet nose.

In fact before you trudged out into the wilderness they'd warned about taking the trail easy. The sweat against you skin could freeze if the cold got past the first layer.

It wouldn't be much longer anyway. The base you headed towards had gone radio silent last week. With it's proximity to an electrical field and an ikran nest, they couldn't send in a ship to check it out. Not in the stormy weather anyway. Instead they sent their humid jungle suited recoms in to the glacial tundra.

A pack of white fox like animals stood ahead of the the group. Almost imperceptible against the snow. Guns raised as you all watched them closely. They eyed your group, ears up and bodies still. If it weren't for the fan of hot breath fogging in front of their faces, you'd have thought them statues.

Your eyes zeroed in on one, it's head cocked just slightly. Around its neck was a woven patterned fabric collar. You pivoted round pointing your gun to rocky formations behind the group.

"They're pets!" You hollered back, hoping the wind didn't pull your voice. Quaritch called to form up, as a group you pressed forward. Guns pointing out at all angles as you approached the big eared animals.

You kept your body facing the back of the group but kept glancing forward. The six legged foxes scattered as you approached, rushing down a slope to your right, twin tails wagging. You kept walking backwards, your back against someone else's guiding you. Your gun drooped as you the seconds passed and silence remained. Perhaps they were alone, no owners herding them.

Then an arrow whizzed past you cheek, tossing your hair up with the following gust. It struck the ground by the groups left before a yell sounded out. Brightly dressed Na'vi rolled out of the snow mounds, leaping to attack, drawing bows.

"DOWN!" Quaritch yelled. Your bag tugged back, someone dragging you with them as they ran. You shuffled, stumbling over your feet to turn and sprint with them. They dropped to their side, sliding down the edge of the snowy hill, bringing you with them.

You looked to the others, watching them glide over the top of the frozen snow before turning to see who had you. To your surprise Fike gripped your packs handle, still holding you by him as he slid.

Ahead you spied the hill dip, suddenly becoming steeper or a ledge? You were going too fast to adjust course, the other side of the hill remaining a gentle slope, leading to the base in the distance. Fike hauled you to the side attempting to swing you far enough to miss the drop.

"Wait!" You called, locking your hand around his forearm. He let go but you remained tethered by your grip. He noticed now, face twisting. His mouth opened to yell something but all that came was a strangled screech as you both went over the drop.

It went dark for a moment, the dip leading into some kind of ice coated cave opening. Fike pulled your arm up, gripping you against him as you slipped through the narrowing tunnel. His arms wrapped over your shoulders, tucking your head into his chest.

You heard rushing air, feeling the ground level out and the speed of your decent slowing. Fike's grip lessened as you came to a stop. You raised your head to look around, drawing your pistol to scan the area. Your body remained atop Fike as you shone the attached torch over iced stone walls.

"Right get off." Fike grumbled. You yelped as he shoved you off him, scrambling to stand on the icy ground. You scowled at him through your cracked goggles. His frown dropping a moment before returning full force.

"The fuck was that up there huh?" He demanded, tail thrashing behind him. Agitated.

"What?" You questioned, your frown deepening.

"If you'd have just let go we wouldn't be in this mess would we!" Fike bellowed, his voice echoing through the chamber. You looked at him appalled, before stomping towards him.

"My fault? You think this is my fault? Your the one who slid down the side with the stupid cave!" You spat, jabbing a finger into his chest. Fike stepped back each time as you followed until you'd crowded him against the wall. His eyes remained locked on your, both chests heaving furnaces of fury.

"Whatever." You dismissed, pulling back and storming off to the other side of the cavern. He was maddening, you'd almost forgotten in the panicked fleeing how much he irritated you. So focused on his protective actions, oh how it vexed you.

There was an entrance leading deeper into the cave. Even with the spiked shoes gripping the ice there was no way you could climb your way out. The cave whistled with fresh air, so you reasoned there must be another opening. Hopefully one you could get through.

You could hear him crunching after you, ice cracking under heavy foot falls. Was he seriously stamping his feet? You rolled your eyes, imagining the pouting expression he likely held behind you.

You started to feel colder as you went and wet. Unzipping your jacket you realized how much snow had packed under it in your slide. Now melted against your skin and cooling again in the frigid air. Fuck. This wasn't good. If Fike was in the same condition you'd both freeze to death before you reached the base.

Ahead the tight passage opened out again, another cavern. This one was different. The walls shone with glowing moss that no ice stuck too. The whole space was without snow, though no less cold. Your breath puffed out against your torn scarf. The arrow must have cut the fabric along with cracking your goggles.

You walked to the walls taking a glove off to touch the moss. It was dry, your mind eased at this and you gathered handfuls. Fike stood dumbly behind you, head cocked.

"The hell you doing?" He chattered, teeth clacking as another shiver wracked through him.

"We're gonna freeze if we don't get warm, start a fire." You asserted. Fike didn't respond but followed your lead. Soon you had a pile of the moss to use as kindling. You searched through your pack finding things to burn. The company supplied a fire kit but it was a sparse thing. Matches. All it contained were matches. You cursed under your breath.

Fike joined your side now, dropping a bundle of twigs by your feet.

"It ain't enough." He stated matter of factually, before dropping opposite you. You pulled out the yards of bandage from your kit, wound dressings, anything you thought would burn.

You built the pathetic fire under Fikes scrutinizing gaze. Catching his shifting expressions even under his now tucked up scarf and goggles. Still you completed your task despite your shaking hands and the fire was lit.

You shifted your own scarf, hat and goggles off. Fike's eyes lifted to you, his gloved hands hovering by the flame. Then you went to take your coat off and he grabbed your arms.

"Whoa hey no. We're meant to be getting warm." He condescended.

"I'm planning on drying up while the fire still burns. If these are still wet when it dies we're screwed." you pressed. Fike took the hint, taking his arm back before shrugging his own coat off. His scowl remained in place the whole time.

By the tiny fire you dried off, feeling tiered as it's light began to dim. The faint flow of air still seemed a far way off and you were both exhausted.

Fike shivered by the embers, pulling his coat around him again. You felt the same, maybe worse. Your cheek felt tender and raw from it's exposure to the frigid air, maybe ice burn? It wasn't gonna work like this. It was far to cold to survive the night even huddling in your coats but maybe together?

You cringed at the thought but it was literally life or death, you could suck it up. Fike shot a brow up as you shifted towards him. You crawled past the heat of the ash and tucked yourself against his chest, wrapping your jacket round you both.

"Whoa hey." Fike began before you felt him ease against you, involuntarily melting against your heat. He kept his mouth shut as your arms wrapped around his waist. He followed suit, tucking his head above yours and covering it in your hood. Both your covered tails had swished forward and rested between your entangling legs.

Fike felt himself freeze, though his skin felt almost hot now. The sensation of your leg between his, your tails wrapping together, your hot breath fanning out against his chest and neck. He fought hard to suppress the twitch in his groin, to quite his thundering heart right under you ear.

He was stiff against you again, heart hammering. You could feel his hands bawled up under your coat, against your back. Could he seriously not endure this? Was he really so vexed by you that he'd rather freeze than lay beside you. You bristled but even the small space you'd left was causing heat loss. Gritting your teeth you shifted forward again, locking your hips together and squeezing your chest fully against his.

Fike felt his face burn, heat rising as you pressed against him. The hot swell of your chest, the heat of your core, your scent overpowering, he couldn't calm down. He focused his mind; combat, the cold showers, your lips, no, Quaritch screaming orders, your quivering legs as he, NO, muzzle flashes, burying himself balls deep, NO!

You felt your eyelids drooping closed, sure this was weird but you were warm and with any luck the others would find you soon. Then there was a pressure against your hip. Something hard pressing up the length to your stomach. You shifted, trying to readjust, must he Fike's belt, gun, something?

You ears flicked up at the sound. A low guttural growl, rumbling from Fike's chest against your cheek up and past the lips brushing your hair. You stilled, a sudden jolt of fear fizzing adrenaline down your limbs. Your tail shifted to try swish but Fike's gripped it tightly.

"Please stop grinding against me." Fike voice came out strained, white knuckled fists pulling you against him. You went to babble out a question before the hard outline twitched against your stomach.

Oh? Oh!

Your mind short-circuited. Brain frying in the heat that rose to your head. "Sorry" you mumbled into his chest. The embarrassment burning your already raw cheeks. This was fine, perfectly natural response, nothing to panic about. You'd sleep and untangle in the morning and be back to normal, right?

#fike x reader #fike #recoms #recomweek #avatar imagine #survival #my fics

[backmuscles21]

As Long As You Can Share

Poly Recoms x Reader

Summary: You're the only recom doctor, once you met your patients you knew you were in for it. You wanted all of them, it just took one bold soldier for you to not be able to hold back. All the recoms had to share you and they were okay with that, even more okay with it when you told them what you ultimately wanted which they knew one day, they'd give you.

This took me so long to write, it's not even funny. I've had this in the works for months.

Warnings: smut, gangbang, threesome, foursome, semi-public sex, size kink, overstimulation, spit roasting, face fucking, face sitting, fingering, explicit language.

You held three Ph.D.s, two you got before you were sent to Pandora, and one you got once you were hired by the RDA. They hired you for your doctorates in medicine but once they found out about your interest in alien biology, they let you in on a more secret side of the RDA. They then started to teach you about the Na’vi and their biology, at least what they knew. You received half of your education on Earth with the RDA and then you were sent to space to learn the other half.

Once you had that third Ph.D. in Na’vi biology, you were a qualified doctor for the Na’vi. You started to learn on the job too, you started to piece together more and more and learn more. At this point you were 24 and held three PhDs, you felt very proud of yourself for achieving that on your own.

Then you were offered a new assignment.

You were to be the recom’s doctor.

It was a higher pay grade and would offer more experience, so you took it without really knowing what it entailed.

Seeing the recom soldiers up close was scary, they were tall, like real tall and they were extremely muscular. They could snap you in half in two seconds, part of you wanted them to, they were hot even for being blue.

“This is your doctor; she holds three PhDs. Two for medicine and one for Na’vi biology. She was a doctor before and now she’s one for your Na’vi bodies. You will treat her with respect and she is your only doctor. She is available for you 24/7, just give her a call.”

The head surgeon from the medical department announced you to the soldiers, you could feel them eyeing you up. You wanted to hide under baggy clothes the way you felt, their eyes were burning into your skin. The surgeon left and you stood there with the file he gave you before you both entered.

“Hi, my name is (y/n). As you’ve been told I’m your doctor. It will take me some time to remember everyone’s names, but I never forget a face. I will need to go over everyone’s files as well to ensure I know any previous medical problems. Although, you probably can already tell that if your body was hurting before, it isn’t anymore. You probably also can tell that your body is about twenty years old and I know that to be a corporal and a colonel takes years of experience. So, your once-decaying bodies are now brand new. You're pretty much deadly with all the experience you have in such a young body.”

You smiled up at them as you flicked through pages of files on the soldiers in front of you. They looked dumbfounded, you just proved you were more than a pretty face and could handle your own. You earned their respect without even trying, the soldiers couldn’t believe that you were as smart as you were. You looked at each person’s files, ensuring that you matched the name and the face. You’d look down for a moment and read then flick your head up to each different person.

“I will have to get some blood work done; we have samples I just need to read through everything. So far, no red flags, which is good. Everyone is cleared for duty, also good. None of the other scientists put up any red flags. I would like to do a one-on-one with each person at some point to talk through some things and ensure I have any concerns you guys have noted. We have all your human medical files as well, so don’t think I don’t know how you were before.”

You pointed at them and smiled as you walked out of the room.

“God, is it just me or is she hot, like hot hot,” Lopez said.

“Not just you, bro,” Prager said with a smirk.

“Would you just shut up, no one hits on that doctor. You’d tear the poor girl apart with how tiny she is,” Zdog rolled her eyes and pushed Lopez lightly on the arm.

“I could be into that,” Fike shrugged.

“How about you all shut up,” Miles said while Zdog rolled her eyes again.

“Sorry colonel,” some of the boys said.

The next day you started to call the recoms in for a one-on-one with you, just to gather more information on them and any concerns they had. Some worried about things they dealt with as a human coming back, you told them what you knew. There was a possibility of it never returning as the Na’vi DNA may never allow it to but if it did come back, you’d treat it. Most were comforted by what you told them; they didn’t like the diet they had to follow though.

Their avatar bodies couldn’t handle as much sugar as normal human bodies could, their digestive tract worked differently, they couldn’t stomach human food that well either.

However, one physical stood out to you, you were talking with Zdog. You talked to her about her past and how she felt now, you asked her questions about her body. You had her take her shirt off and you traced your hand on her muscular arms and back. You were feeling how her muscles striated to ensure she wasn’t having muscle cramps like she talked about.

“You haven’t even bought me dinner first doc,” She smirked.

Your one finger traced up her forearm to her bicep and you smiled up at her.

“I wanted to get the second base first,” you winked at her.

“Did you just want to feel me up or is there another reason?”

“Hm, I mean I am checking to see how your muscles lay so you don’t get cramps, but I am enjoying this.”

“I can flex if you want, I know you’d enjoy that.”

“I’m okay. I don’t need to change quite yet, I just barely got dressed.”

“Hm, baby, all you had to do was ask and I’d take ‘em off for ya.”

You felt your body heating up, you told yourself you wouldn’t get with them, but you couldn’t deny how good this felt.

“Okay, it seems like your muscles lay fairly flat, but if they keep spasming, just come in and I can massage it.”

Zdog sat back down on the recom-sized bed and you went to grab your notes but before you could Zdog picked you up and placed you on her lap. Your knees bent and placed on either side of her legs; you were spread open for her.

“I quite like you sitting like this and how red your face is.”

She moved your hips forward and back lightly, your eyebrows twitched and she smiled down at you. She moved in to kiss you and you turned your head away, you were nervous. She kissed your neck instead; she could feel you squirm on top of her as she did. She kissed up your neck to your cheek then finally kissed your lips, her finger held your head in place so you couldn’t shy away.

“I told myself I wouldn’t get involved with you guys.”

“Who said anything about anyone more than me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked away, her fingers moved your head back to look at her.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

“I’m going to tell you something and you can’t tell a single fucking goddamn soul. Is it bad that I’ve been thinking about you guys gang-banging me?”

She laughed, “oh pretty girl, the boys would love to hear that. They talk about you nonstop. Although, I do kinda just want you to myself.”

“Then I’m all yours.”

“Really?”

“As long as you can share.”

“I have to share with those idiots.”

“Yes, but not yet. You had the guts to get me on top of you so you get first dibs. Until they ask me, it’s just you.”

“Pretty girl, I’m so happy. Fuck. I didn’t think I’d ever taste another pussy ever again.”

You snorted out a laugh at that, “you hang around boys too much.”

And that is how it started, Zdog now had insider knowledge about you and she would occasionally leave to go see you without saying anything to anyone else. She would go to your lab and eat you out like her life depended on it, she fingered you like it was the last thing she’d ever do. You loved that girl so much, but you also longed for the soldiers, you’d look at them when you went in to check up on the other recoms. You wanted to throw yourself at them but they had to approach you and only then would you tell them about you and Zdog.

Next was Lyle Wainfleet, he couldn’t hold himself back, he wanted to talk to you for so long. Then he got his wish, he got a chance to visit you and talk to you and it wouldn’t feel awkward. He was being stupid and happened to slice his arm open.

At two in the morning.

He held a towel over the cut as he went to your room, you told them where it was so that at night time they could come and see you if they got hurt or something happened. You were a doctor, you were used to being on call, not to mention you were their only doctor.

You heard a knock at your door, it woke you up, you heard the knock again and you stood up out of bed and grabbed a sweater and answered the door. Lyle looked at you, he could tell you just woke up. Your hair was slightly messy, you were in your pajamas and you were rubbing your eyes.

“Sorry to wake you but I uhh.”

“Oh my God, Lyle,” you opened the door and ushered him into your room.

“Sit on the bed,” you grabbed your first aid kit from your bathroom and ran over to him.

You took your sweater off and tied back your hair, you washed your hands and put gloves on, you took the towel off and wiped the area around the wound. It kept oozing blood, you placed several gauze pads on the wound, hoping it would help stop the blood flow.

“You’ll be okay, I think you’ll need some stitches, it's hard to say now with all the blood. You’ll get a cool scar too.”

“I’m always down to have a sick scar. I’m always in need of pretty ladies asking me where they are from,” Lyle winked at you.

“Where did you get it from?” You smiled up at him.

“I was being stupid. Throwing my knife around, testing out my reflexes.”

“That is pretty stupid.”

“You’re not even gonna try and make me feel better.”

“Sorry, can’t give you lollipops.”

“Well, maybe you have something else I can suck on?” Lyle wiggled his brows.

“Oh my God, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I hope not, I haven’t even gotten to take you out.”

“You wanna take me out?”

“Of course, buttercup. I can’t let my favourite girl be all alone.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly been alone.”

“What do you mean? You got some boyfriend we don’t know about?”

You laughed, “no, but Zdog beat you to the punch.”

“You mean to tell me, my teammate got to you first? Fuck and I was banking on you really having a thing for me.”

“I do and you’re lucky I made Zdog share.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want all of you. Just wanted you guys to ask me. And you took your fucking sweet ass time.”

“Well, how long ago did you and Zdog start?”

“Hm, about two weeks ago.”

“So, like when you started basically.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Fuck, she’s got some big balls.”

“Bigger than yours I bet.”

“We’ll measure one day.”

You laughed, “I’ll hold you to that. She’s been real fucking good though. I’ll tell ya, none of the boys I’ve been with before hold a candle to her. She is amazing with her tongue.”

“Are you trying to make me hard?”

“Maybe.”

“God, you are so fucking pretty,” Lyle said as he grabbed your face and brought you close to his.

“You can kiss me after I stitch your arm, kay.”

“Sure thing, doc.”

Once the bleeding slowed significantly, you cleaned the area and stitched him a few times in the middle of the cut. Lyle handled it like a big boy and took the pain of your stitching him up and cleaning it out. You placed new gauze on the wound and wrapped his arm up.

“There. Good as new,” you said as you started to clean up the area.

You threw out the packaging and your gloves and placed the needle off to the side to be disinfected. You packed up your kit and put it back and then washed your hands and walked back to Lyle sitting on your bed. You stood in between his legs; his hands rested on your hips.

“Didn’t get to tell you this earlier but your pajamas are cute.”

You only then looked down and realized you were wearing pajama pants that sat low on your hips and a cropped tank top showing a decent amount of cleavage.

“Your skin is so warm and you're so small. Like my hands wrap around your hips like nothing.”

You leaned down and kissed him, his one hand rested on the back of your head the other kneaded the flesh of your butt. When you pulled away, Lyle looked down at you with his classic smirk. His hand on your head moved back to your hip, and from there it moved to the front of your pajama pants. His hand slipped down the front of it, your eyes never left each other’s. Lyle let out a faint fuck when his finger slipped inside your pussy.

You let out a small whimper, you could tell he knew what he was doing, he had experience from before. You gripped his forearm and avoided his injured arm by grabbing his hand just trying to keep yourself quiet, he knew what you were doing.

“You want the other to know, then stop keeping yourself quiet,” Lyle said quietly to you.

You furrowed your brows again, you started to let out your small breathy moans. Occasionally you would whimper and Lyle’s smile would get wider. You moved to sit on his lap, your legs were barely supporting you as it is.

Now you were seeing two people, every now and then you’d spend nights with them or during appointments you’d usually be a little more loving with them than the others.

Next, was Alexander Ja and it happened totally out of the blue, he was a lot more ballsy than any of the others so far. He was in for an appointment, his shoulder was bad again, something about the way he was lifting in the gym. He didn’t really understand the muscle system as well and needed your input, you had him move it a few ways and see how it moved.

You could tell it was his wrist that was weak and causing his shoulder to take the load. You were massaging it for him and told him what exercises to do to help strengthen his wrist. As you massaged his shoulder and back and neck and arm a little, he knew he was in trouble. He moved his other arm to cover the front of his pants, he was getting hard just from you touching him. Grabbed your wrists and turned himself around to face you, you looked at him in his eyes trying to figure out what was happening.

As you opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong, he moved in and kissed you. You, of course, kissed back, your hands wrapped around his neck. He pulled you close up to his body, he forgot all about how hard he was and when it touched you, you looked down.

“Baby, is this all for me?”

He curled in on himself, he was embarrassed, his cheeks tinged purple.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby, I’ve been waiting.”

“Waiting?” His ears moved and he looked back up at you.

“I’ve been wanting to be with you guys for a long time.”

“What do you mean by you guys?”

“All the recom soldiers,” you said bashfully.

“Wait, who have you slept with so far?”

“Zdog then Lyle. Only those two so far. I’m waiting for you guys to ask me. I want it to be natural.”

“So, I’m third then?”

“Yes, you are. I was waiting for when the next one of you got some balls and started something.”

“I can’t wait to tell the other guys.”

“Don’t. Not yet. I want them to find out after they ask. I asked Z and Lyle to keep it airtight.”

“I mean talk has been going around about how Lyle and Z seem happier and how they sneak out a lot. Do they know you’re seeing someone else?”

“I told them they had to share. I want all of you. I told Z that I want you all to fuck me.”

Ja laughed, “you don’t come across as that fuckin’ horny to me.”

“I just want you to all gang-bang me. Like how on earth did I fall for an entire team of reincarnated soldiers in bodies that are huge compared to mine? And blue.”

“We can be gentle. We will take care of you.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“Plus, I do know how to help you if we happen to hurt you.”

“Good point, but maybe I want to be thrown around by you guys.”

“Man, does Lyle know how kinky you are?”

“We’ve dabbled.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait till they all start to get all up on you.”

Once you and Ja started to hang out, it didn’t take long for Fike and Prager to find out. Those three were closer to each other than the others so of course Ja was going to spill to them after they pressed him.

Now you had Fike and Prager knock at your door at three in the morning, you were up looking through files even though you shouldn’t have. You were in your pajamas, eyeliner smudged all over your eyes from rubbing them. You had your pen shoved into your messy bun that was in the process of falling out, and you were chewing on your highlighter. The knock on the door made your head lift up and you sat up straight, you pushed your chair out and you stood up, walking towards your door.

When you opened your door, you were faced with two large blue men, you looked up at them and smiled, not even remembering how you looked.

“Shouldn’t you guys be sleeping?”

“We should be saying that to you,” Fike said as he leaned against the door frame.

“You could but I’m doing work, even if I shouldn’t.”

“I mean, you look like a hot mess so you probably should get some sleep.”

You started to say what as you sunk back into your room to look in the mirror, “oh my God, I’m a disaster.”

“You’re still cute, baby. Don’t worry,” Fike winked at you.

“I have smudged eyeliner all over my eyes. I look like a raccoon.”

“A pretty one.”

“Stop. You said it yourself. I’m a hot mess. What are you guys doing here anyways?”

“We got some information from Ja,” Prager finally spoke.

“He squealed, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“How much do you guys know?”

“Everything. Like how you wanna be fucked by all of us. Let me tell ya, that had me going right away,” Fike said.

“So, let me guess. You guys want in too then?”

“Obviously,” Fike smirked pushing you lightly back into your room.

“Are you guys all into me or something? I mean I wanted you all but I didn’t think I’d get it.”

“We are soldiers and not many humans around here want us like this. Except you. We still want to be with a human and God you are gorgeous,” Prager said as his hand cupped your cheek.

“Well, I hope Ja told you everything because you guys do have to share.”

“We can share. If Lyle’s been doing it then it can’t be that hard,” Fike said moving to stand next to Prager looking down at you.

You had to stop yourself from laughing.

“So, is this what you’re into? Fucking blue aliens twice the size of you?” Fike asked.

“Not necessarily. It’s the dominating aura mostly and the height thing.”

“Knew it,” Fike looked at Prager with a smirk.

“You do realize these bodies are bigger everywhere. There is no way you can take us,” Prager said looking worried.

“Maybe not, but I’m willing to try. I like how much smaller I am compared to you guys. Like your hand is the size of my torso and Z barely has to do anything with her tongue to get me to-“ you stopped your rambling and looked down, blushing a little.

“Wanna finish that sentence sweetheart?” Fike said taking his finger and placing it under your chin and pushing your head up slightly to look at him.

Fike was smirking like a madman, it made you smile just knowing he was getting a kick out of this.

“I haven’t had any penetration from you guys yet. I know Lyle keeps trying and I’ll be honest I’m nervous. I’ve studied Na’vi biology, I know what you guys are packing. I’ve just done hand stuff and mouth stuff. I’m nervous of the pain I guess, I’m nervous that I’ll find out I actually can’t take you.”

“Not to worry babe, I’ve seen this porn where the girl takes a lot and I mean a lot,” Fike looked so serious.

“I don’t think you're helping,” Prager said.

“I want to. Just not yet. Now, which one of you wants first dibs?”

Fike wasted no time in picking you up by your armpits until you were face to face with him, he picked you up like you were nothing and your legs wrapped around his torso. He kissed you with passion like he was dying and your lips were the cure. His hand ran up the back of your shirt, his fingers felt heavenly against your skin. Prager joined in behind you and was kissing up your neck, you pulled away from Fike and kissed Prager. Your neck turned to the side and Prager moved to kiss your lips, Fike barely stopped, he moved right into sucking down your neck. Prager’s hands gripped your hips and Fike’s stay buried under your tank top.

“Hey, Fike are you in here Colonel’s got us – what’s going on?”

You guys never heard the door open, even with Prager and Fike’s good hearing they didn’t either. It was Mansk, he came looking for the absentee soldiers and never expected he’d be walking in on this.

“You wanna taste?” Fike looked at Mansk with a smirk.

“I don’t know,” Mansk replied dumbfounded.

“Come on, pretty much everyone else is already in on it. And look how desperate she is. Pretty much begging for us to make her ours.”

“We can’t do that. She’s too little.”

“You’ll turn her on if you keep saying that.”

“She looks pretty turned on already.”

“Come on, just one little kiss and she’s all yours. Don’t pretend like you don’t want her like you’re not so desperately horny.”

“It’s just one simple kiss,” Prager finally joined in on the conversation.

“I want this Mansk, don’t hold yourself back. I’m here for you for all of you.”

Mansk didn’t reply he just steadily walked over and Prager moved away to allow Mansk into his position. You smiled at Mansk as he got close to you, you reached your hands up and pushed his glasses up and onto the top of his head. You smiled at him and leaned closer to him, you pressed your lips to his and kept your hands on the sides of his head.

“I have been, wanting to do that for such a long time. Having you touch me and having to look at you. It was killing me. But now I have you,” Mansk said resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes, you do. As long as you can share.”

“Share with who? These two?”

“No, pretty much your whole team besides Walker and Lopez.”

“I’m surprised Lopez hasn’t already come begging at your feet.”

“Honestly me too. He gives me fuckboys vibes. Thought he’d be before Lyle.”

“Who was first?”

“Zdog.”

“Really. Doesn’t surprise me as much as I feel though, she is super ballsy.”

“So, now that we’re all a part of the club, what do we do?”

“Think of me like your girlfriend that you share with multiple people. Do whatever you want.”

“Wait, actually?” Fike asked.

“Yeah, what did you think I was doing? Using you guys for my own pleasure? The other day Lyle came in here asking me to give him head ‘cause he was too tired to do anything himself. This is a two-way thing; care about me as much as I care about all of you. Well, I want to be with all of you, I wouldn’t say I love any of you yet. I wouldn’t be upset if it got to be that way, but this is more than sex. I don’t mind helping you out if you want it or just talking if that’s what you need.”

“God, how did we get so lucky to have you as our doctor,” Prager said resting his chin on your head.

“I’m just weird, I wouldn’t say you guys are lucky.”

“When are you telling the others?” Mansk asked.

“I don’t want to tell them; I want them to come to me. I want it to be natural not forced. The way you found out is less than ideal but I don’t regret it, I wanted you to be a part of this just on your own terms.”

“I did decide, a long time ago, just didn’t have the guts.”

“It’s okay, I know I’m scary.”

“You are the furthest thing from scary,” Prager chuckled.

“I’m super mean and tough. Just you wait.”

“Now I’m really scared.”

“You should be, I know how to tease.”

“You sure do.”

Now, the next person to find out more or less found out a while ago and just waited for the right opportunity. Walker saw you sneak into Zdog’s room many times to count, she liked to watch as you walked in and left a few hours later. She would listen to the both of you talk, and talk less about medical stuff and more about how much you loved each other. She would listen to you both giggle then listen to your muffled moans, listen to Zdog eat your pussy and her telling you to keep quiet.

She would be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on to hear you both, she wanted in, she just had to wait till the right moment. She heard you and Zdog talking earlier about you coming to her again, she picked up enough to know that when you were coming here that meant Zdog was giving. She knew you had to wear the oxygen mask when you came into the recom areas, but if Zdog was going to your room then she was receiving more than likely.

She could just imagine how it would feel to have your tiny mouth on her, Zdog was one lucky bitch.

She sat in the common room and waited for you to sneak your way in, like a little mouse. As she heard you punch in the door code, she could feel herself smirking. She watched as you slowly walked over to Zdog’s door, you were about halfway when she spoke up.

“Look at the little mouse scurrying around.”

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at Walker sitting on the couch, she was smirking.

“Come here.”

You stood there like a dead fish; you didn’t know what to do but slowly walked over. You knew Zdog would be expecting you soon, but you were here just not with her, she’d understand. You stood in front of Walker and she looked at you and smiled, she grabbed your hips and pulled you down to sit on her thigh. Walker leaned forward and put her lips by your ear.

“See, isn’t this a much better spot than Zdog’s bed?”

Fuck, this girl was fucking you dumb and she wasn’t even fucking you, you felt like you couldn’t even speak, you felt naïve, like for once you didn’t have control over what was happening. Walker grabbed your hips and slowly started to move them back and forth, your eyebrows furrowed as you pursed your lips together to keep quiet.

“I know you’re enjoying yourself. Just warming you up for Z. I have heard you talking about being shared with the others in the team.”

You nodded your head slowly at first then sped up, your brain felt slow, she was doing something to you no one ever could, she was making you shut your mouth and take orders.

“Move your hips on your own.”

Again, you nodded and started to move your hips back and forth, gripping her arms as you did.

“Can’t believe all I had to do to get you wrapped around my finger was to get you off.”

“She’s not that easy.”

Both you and Walker turned your heads to look in the direction of Zdog’s bedroom, Zdog stood by the door frame, just shutting her door as she walked over to you both.

“You stole my girl,” Zdog said.

“I thought she didn’t belong to anyone. If anything, she’s ours.”

“She was supposed to be with me tonight.”

“Well, now she’s with us and I have to say, her riding my thigh, I get why you guys like her so much.”

“Wait till she's under you, then she gets real cute.”

“She’s already a mess and we’ve barely started. How does any of the guys get work done knowing she’s around?”

“I don’t know, ‘cause I know I don’t.”

“You guys make me sound horrible,” you whimpered out.

“You are baby, you make all of us hate doing anything else,” Zdog said.

“Why don’t we get comfy in Zdog’s room, that way we get no intruders.”

“Pretty much everyone knows,” you said.

“Yeah, but we want you to ourselves,” Walker said picking you up.

Lastly was Lopez, now he was a little different, he is probably the worst after Lyle in terms of horniness. However, that man was raised right, he wanted to wait till he saw interest from you and then wine and dine you. But after some time, that man shot his shot, the smile you gave him made him nervous like he did something wrong. He was sat on the table in the recom medical room, he felt defeated.

“I’ve been waiting. You’re lucky I had some of your team to keep me company in the meantime.”

“You have! Wait did you say team?”

“Well, you’re the last to know, so basically, I told Z that I wanted you all to fuck me gang-bang style and then it kinda went from there.”

“You had me had at gang-bang.”

“Well now that you know I can be extremely open ‘cause it was kinda killing me.”

“So, I can be very open with you in the recom-only areas.”

“You can be open with me where ever you damn well please. Except, keep it professional if my boss is around.”

“So, I could just,” Lopez grabbed you and pulled you into him and lifted you up and kissed you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your lips moved together. His large hand held your back and one rested under your butt to help keep you up, your hands wrapped around his neck and played with his braid a little.

Now everyone knew.

But wait, I know what you’re thinking, where’s the colonel, he’s our daddy so where he at?

Well, the first time you met all the recoms you were doing some checkups on them and trying to attach names to faces. The second Miles looked at you, he was down bad, like really bad. He went to your office later that day and just walked in.

Your head flicked up and you smiled, “hello colonel, what can I do for you?”

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“I said, stand up.”

You slowly stood and faced him, your head almost tilting all the way back to look at his eyes. He grabbed you from your armpits and lifted you up to stand on your office chair, your hand grabbed his forearms as he lifted you.

It was at this point you knew you were fucked, that slight tinge of wanting to get with one of the recoms just turned tenfold. You knew you wanted to be gang-banged by all of them, just him lifting you up made you thirst for them.

You held onto the colonel’s arms as you stood on your soft rollie desk chair, you still only came up to his pecs.

“Can I help you with something Colonel?”

“You’re so fucking oblivious to all the stares you got in there. You’re so blind to how fucking gorgeous you are.”

“Colonel I –“

“Miles. Call me Miles.”

“Miles? What are you getting at?”

Then he kissed you, he had his hands on your body and you kissed back, you couldn’t lie, he was good-looking even in a Na’vi body.

“I want to be with all of you guys,” you said mindlessly as your lips pulled apart.

“What do you mean?”

“All the recoms. I want all of you guys.”

“Look who’s greedy now.”

“Just to be fucked by all of you at once, ugh.”

Miles smiled at you, his grin was big and wide, “I can make that happen. Luckily, we can share. Once everyone else is on board then we can get started.”

That was how that first day went, you now knew what you wanted and the colonel was all good with it. As you started to get different soldiers confessing to you, you and Miles would still meet up and have time for each other. So many times, you met up and ended with his lips on yours with his hand down your pants or his mouth on your pussy. After the orgasms he gave you, you’d try your best to suck him off with your mouth as small as it is or use your hands as small as they were. There’d be times when you narrowly missed having the other recoms catch you with him, like the night Fike and Prager came by. You were only up so late doing work because Miles came by and distracted you for some time.

Now you found yourself being very open, all the soldiers thought everyone knew but the colonel, boy were they wrong.

“All we have to do is tell the colonel,” Ja said as you sat on his lap next to Prager.

“Regardless, everyone knows so now you can be very open. Lyle has adapted well. He likes to sit me on the countertop and make out with me, he truly couldn’t care less.”

“Lyle is always like that. He and the colonel are close, he could handle the heat,” Ja replied holding back a laugh.

“And you can’t?” Prager said.

“No, the colonel is just, I don’t know, intimidating.”

“Glad to know you find me intimidating.”

Prager and Ja turned their heads around to see the colonel leaning against the wall smiling, Miles moved to sit across from you and the boys.

“Come here,” Miles said.

As Ja went to give you to Prager so he could get possibly reprimanded, you ran over to the colonel and straddled his lap. The colonel’s large hands fell to your hips, his hands slightly moved to squeeze your butt cheeks a little. Ja and Prager’s mouths were wide open, they couldn’t believe that he knew and you were that obedient to him.

The team knew you to be submissive and have an attitude, you were bratty when you wanted to be. You knew how to push their buttons to get them to be rougher with you, that’s how you wanted it. But them seeing you do exactly as the colonel said was new to them, they hadn’t seen you with Walker yet though.

“Baby, how long has the colonel known?” Prager asked calmly with his hands together and elbow resting on his knees while looking down.

You turned your head around to smile at them, “he was the first. He started it.”

“How did you get her so obedient?” Ja asked.

“I’m the colonel how else,” Miles smiled then looked down at you, “I didn’t know you were bratty to the others.”

“You have a commanding aura that I can't help but get off to so, I can’t help but submit. But, I do need my fun.”

Soon enough all the recom knew and they didn’t hide that they were fucking you, they loved to be crass sometimes. You’d come in to take a look at them and you’d have Lopez smacking your ass as you walked by or have Walker lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter to kiss you. Before getting stopped by Mansk telling her not to finger fuck you where they prepare food.

It only got worse, or better, they liked to walk down very public hallways with you. You watched people’s eyes move up the recom you were with and then to you, their faces would look at you with different emotions but always the same three.

Fear.

Disgust.

Or bewilderment.

The recoms didn’t see it, or if they did, they didn’t talk about it. It didn’t bother you, if anything it made you chuckle. You liked that they looked nervous around you, you liked that they held fear. You would always watch as their eyes went to your hand which was wrapped around two of their fingers. That’s when they held fear, seeing that you were possibly more than professional with them. You liked it even more when you hadn’t washed your hair in a few days so it was up leaving your neck open for the world. The same neck that was riddled with hickies and bites that could only be from the Na’vi teeth, it just added fuel to the fire.

The hard part to explain was how you were always with a different recom, people wondered why you were acting romantic with all of the recoms. They didn’t understand, they didn’t know, they never would, they just saw that you were always holding a different recom’s hand, both the women and the men. It got better when you were with a few of them or a group, the looks were so much clearer, like they couldn’t hold back their astonishment.

You loved being with them and you loved the stares you got even more; you were just wanting for that one thing.

The gang bang.

What you’ve been wanting this whole time, the reason you started to take interest in them.

“Miles?” You asked as he sat in his office.

His head flicked up as he looked at you, a smile started on his face, “what do you need, cupcake?”

You bit your bottom lip, you were nervous to say it, you wanted to say it so badly. A smile crept up onto your face, you felt it getting hot, your teeth let go of your lip as you smiled wider thinking about it.

“I want you all to fuck me.”

He looked surprised, “really? Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“Yeah. I mean I think, but I want it.”

“We can try. I know the others want it. If it gets to be too much we can always stop.”

“I mean we’ve done other stuff as a group and individually. I should be able to take it.”

“Baby you’ve never taken us fully. You know how big we can be. I don’t want you to take too much. Especially, there are a lot of us taking each one of us can be a lot.”

“I can do it. Actually, Walker and Z have been trying to get my stamina up for this exact reason.”

“They have, have they?”

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting this since day one. I want to experience it.”

“I know sweetheart. I’m willing to give it to ya, just know the consequences.”

“So, is tonight good then? Everyone else should be okay with that. Everyone will be in their rooms, I don’t know exactly where we should – you know, but I’m good with whatever.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it.”

Later that night, all the recoms finished their workouts and showered and were lounging in their rooms. You were getting some last-minute work done before you’d head into the recom-only room. Only to get a knock on your office door, you stood up and walked to the door and opened it. There stood all of the recoms, your mouth was slightly ajar, you didn’t expect them to come here.

“We thought here was better for you. In your element, quite literally,” Lyle smirked as he walked in first.

You closed the door once they all entered, and you laughed as they all were drinking you in.

“So, we doing this?”

You nodded with a smile.

Lyle picked you up first, he sat you on one of the recom medical beds, your legs were so far off the floor. Lyle took your black heels off and let them fall to the floor, he then pushed your lab coat off your shoulders.

“Stop playing around. Let’s get to the good part,” Fike said.

“This is the good part, watching her squirm,” Lyle said with a smirk.

“Awe, look her face is going all red,” Zdog said with a degrading baby voice.

“Please just take my clothes off Lyle,” you said slightly whimpering.

“Nah uh uh. This is fun. Watching you beg and whine. We know what you want and we intend to give it to you. in due time,” Lyle said with a smirk.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you whined, your hips ground into the tabletop a few times. You were desperate, you knew that and they were toying with you. you watched them smirk at you and stare at you and every now and again they would breathe through their mask before dropping it back around their necks.

“You keep playing like that and you’ll be watching tonight princess.”

“No, please, Lyle just do something, I’m so fucking horny.”

“I know baby girl; I can smell it.”

That made you whine out, Lyle's large hand rested on your thigh as he stared at you and smirked at you. His hand slowly crept up to remove your shirt, your body instantly pushed into his palm. You saw a few of the soldiers take a seat in recom-sized chairs around the room, and a few decided to stand just to be really close to the main event. The soldiers moved the chairs closer to the table you were sitting on and sat around you like they were watching their favourite show.

You saw a few guys already unzip their pants and take their half-hard cocks out and start stroking them. You expected them to be big, but they were really big, even the smallest here was still too big.

You felt Lyle unzip the zipper on the side of your pencil skirt, he unzipped it but didn’t take it off.

“Lyle, please anything just – I can’t take it.”

Your body was rolling closer to him, you wanted more touch, more anything.

“Awe look at the poor girl, so hot and bothered and no one to help her out,” Zdog stood right next to Lyle.

She smirked down at you; her hand was on your cheek before dropping to your collarbone. Her finger lifted your chin up to look at her, her smile made you even wetter you swore. Her hand lifted off your skin and the next thing you felt was her hand going down your stomach and touching your clit. You whined out at the contact, but she didn’t move her fingers. Her smirk made you whimper, she knew what she was doing, she was torturing you more than Lyle was.

“Just fucking move, please. I need it so badly, please Z.”

“Your pleas and your begging are hard to resist but I don’t give up so easily.”

Your body started to try and move against her fingers, she wasn’t going to be so nice this time. She pinned you onto your back, your breath was rapid but God that only served to turn you on more.

“Baby, baby, baby. Behave and tonight will go as planned,” Zdog said as she kissed your forehead.

“Get me off and I’ll behave,” your bratty side was coming out.

Lyle slapped your hip, nothing hard but enough to shock you, “play nice. We’ve barely started.”

“I just wanna fucking cum.”

“Oh, you will baby. You’ll be begging us to stop,” Lyle said as he picked you up.

Zdog moved slightly and took her hand off you, Lyle pulled your skirt and panties off at once and laid you back down onto your stomach. He unclasped your bra and lifted your torso up slightly to pull it off you, he let your body drop that short distance.

“Now who wants first dibs?” Lyle asked with a smirk.

“Prepare her first, she might be dripping but she’s still tight,” Miles said as he leaned forward on his chair.

You knew he’d be controlling things tonight; he couldn’t help it; he’d always be in charge.

“Aye aye captain,” Lyle said as he dropped to his knees and ate you out.

Your hands clutched the foam bed, you ripped and crumpled the wax paper resting on the bed. The recoms watched your face as your brows furrowed and you slammed your eyes shut, your whines were making them eager. You were crying from the overstimulation, he was good with his mouth but you knew that already, you wanted the good stuff.

“Someone just fuck me already. I’m prepped enough, just give it to me.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you’re crying from not being stretched out enough,” Lyle said pulling away from your pussy.

“Ja, Prager, you two go first. One of your fucks her mouth, she won’t last many rounds and she won’t be able to take two of you at once,” Miles said as he leaned back in his chair.

You had a feeling he got off on telling people what to do and being extra authoritative, you could see how hard he was, the bulge in his pants was huge. He wasn’t even touching himself; he wasn’t even resting his hand on it. Thinking about how big he was and how restrained he was made you arch your back; he was smiling slightly as he saw you staring at him. That smug fucker knew what he was doing, he could get you off on his commanding tone and words alone and he fucking knew it.

“On it boss,” Prager said as he stood.

Ja stood as Lyle stepped back and Ja took his position, Prager moved by the table and he repositioned you so you could suck his dick and Ja could still fuck your brains out. Prager took hold of your hips well Ja went by your head; his large hand swept your hair back and he unbuttoned his pants. Looking right at Ja’s cock, it looked so much bigger right by your eyes, you opened your mouth when the tip hit your lips.

Before you took Ja’s cock into your mouth, Prager was fingering you, you were wet enough, he just wanted to ensure you were stretched enough. He pressed the tip to your small hole and slowly started to press in, he moved so slowly. He wanted to just thrust his hips with reckless abandon but he had to be considerate of you, he had to ensure you got used to him as he pushed inside.

You cried out as he got further in, the stretch was too much but it felt so good. Your hands gripped the table, Prager was still only halfway in and you were crying out, a few tears escaped your eyes. At this point, Ja pushed his cock into your open mouth, silencing your whimpers. Your mouth was small and you didn’t take a lot of Ja into your mouth, but you knew what you were doing. You brought your arms up to fondle his balls and the other stroked his shaft, your tongue was mainly focusing on stimulating the tip.

Ja was moaning out at the stimulation you were giving him, which made you feel good knowing that he was able to get off even with your tiny body. Prager on the other hand, still hadn’t bottomed out, he was close. When his hips finally hit your butt, he stayed buried deep inside you just waiting for you to calm down and adjust to how big he was.

When he finally decided to start moving out a little, your body was instantly reacting, your moans were just making Ja closer. You wrapped your lips around your teeth, your mouth was open as wide as it could go. You could barely feel Ja twitch in your tongue; however, Prager was pulling out further and pushing back in. You gripped the bed under you with all your might, your fingers ripped at the wax paper set out on the bed. Prager was getting faster and pulling out till the tip was the only thing inside, he thrusted back in with more force causing you to take Ja deeper as you were thrusted forward.

You felt so stuffed just from being spit-roasted, you knew Ja would come first, you could feel it. Prager was still thrusting into you harder; you knew he was close too. Every time he pushed in, he would push in deep and stay still for a moment, like he was expecting to fill you with his cum. He wouldn’t stop his ruthless pace; it made it easier to suck Ja off at least.

You felt Ja’s cum fill your mouth and fall down your throat, you felt it come out the sides of your mouth and drip down your chin and neck, there was so much, too much. Ja pulled out of your mouth and suddenly the room was filled with your strangled cries, you kept moaning out loudly just from Prager’s heavy thrusting. He came so deep in you; he probably was pushing past your cervix every time. You felt a few tears fall down your cheeks just from him cumming inside.

You probably would’ve cum yourself if you weren’t so busy taking in all the new feelings of them. You didn’t care that Prager didn’t make you cum because you had so much more to take.

Walker came up next, she didn’t even wait for the colonel to give an order. Once Prager pulled out, she immediately took his spot, she pretty much just shoved him over and flipped you back over. She smiled down at you, she heard no objections from Quaritch so she continued.

“Stupid boys, they don’t know how to treat a pretty girl like you. They’re so useless, they couldn’t even make you cum.”

You whimpered at her words, your hips lifted and ground into her abs.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb, baby,” Walker said as she wiped your cheeks from the few tears.

“Please,” you whimpered out.

She smiled as she kissed down your lips then your tits then down your stomach and landed on your clit. She started to suck on your clit, she lifted your hips up to really push her face to your body. Your hands gripped at her cornrows, your back arched and you cried out. You were so thankful that they made the med lab soundproof because there was no way you could hold back.

You could feel someone moving to lay on the bed, but you didn’t care, Walker’s tongue on you was all you needed to focus on. Then you were picked up by Walker and she sat you right by the head of Zdog, she smirked up at you. Zdog’s hand grabbed your hips and brought your pussy to her mouth, immediately you bent a little at the waist and gripped the bed as you moaned. Walker straddled Zdog’s stomach and started to finger you as Zdog ate you out.

You had two girls working on you to make you cum, Walker was kissing your neck and you leaned back into her chest. You couldn’t help your hips from moving back and forth to grind down on Walker’s fingers and Zdog’s tongue. It was only then that out of the corner of your eye, you could see Fike stroking himself, it made you smile that he was so turned on by the sight of the three females.

You flicked your head to the front of the bed, he moved and stood right by Zdog’s head and you leaned forward and started to wrap your lips around him.

“You boys will get your turn later, let us have her for at least a few minutes,” Walker spoke.

“I’ve been hearing her moan for too long; I’ll take what I can get,” Fike replied.

You had your hand on the base of his shaft and you took him as far as you could, you could feel him bruising the back of your throat more than Ja already did. Your moans were doing the same thing to him, causing his throbbing cock to twitch on your tongue. His hand gripped your hair and tried to shove himself further down your throat.

“Careful Fike. Otherwise, you’ll sit out,” Miles said with his hand on his mouth and his leg widely crossed over the other.

Fike pulled back a little but you went right back in, sucking him in further than he pushed in. He let out a guttural throaty moan.

“God woman, you really are our little slut, aren’t you?”

You knew you were close, but you probably still had a few seconds in you, but Fike’s words. You came on Zdog's tongue and Walker’s fingers in no time, just from Fike calling you their slut.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you sweetheart. You’re our slut. Only for us.”

You nodded lightly as he started to fuck your throat the best he could with his large cock. You were grinding harder on Zdog’s tongue and Walker’s fingers; you were getting impossibly hornier again. Fike came down your throat, he pulled out and wiped your mouth and held his thumb up for you to lick the remnants off.

You lifted yourself off Zdog and turned around to kiss Walker, you wanted to get her on her back so you could eat her out.

“No, no baby. Don’t waste your energy, you got a lot more to handle,” Walker said.

“But you guys need to get off too,” your brows furrowed as you looked up at you.

“Awe, you’re so cute but I’ll be okay. Me and Z always have each other while we watch you take more.”

“But I wanna taste you.”

“Another time,” Zdog said as she sat up and kissed your shoulder.

Lopez picked you up and he and Mansk went in next, Lopez smiled at you as he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his arms. He faced you towards Mansk who held you up and Lopez slid into your slick hole, your eyes were slammed shut and you whimpered as he pushed deep inside. You were lucky with him; he wasn’t as thick but so much longer. Once you were seated on Lopez with his arm wrapped around your waist, he waited for a moment before moving.

In that time, Mansk took his dick out and you went right to work, you grabbed it by the base and stroked it a few times before you took him into your mouth. Now that you were comfortable with the size and length of the recoms you took him deep and went right to bobbing your head. Lopez started to move his hips; he was fucking up into you.

Lopez held your hips as you leaned forward to suck off Mansk, Lopez used his grip on you to pull you up and down his cock. Your small hands gripped at his lower thighs, your nails digging into the rippling muscles of his legs. You could feel them flex every time he thrusted into you, it just made the feeling more overwhelming.

You knew Lopez was cumming, you could feel it, his cock was throbbing against your gummy walls. You couldn’t stand it, the feeling was so overwhelming, it felt good, not enough to make you cum, but it was a great feeling. His cum dripped down your thighs, mixing with all the other cum. Lopez pulled out slowly, your mouth didn’t leave Mansk’s dick.

It only took a moment for Lyle to slide in, he was like a giddy schoolgirl. You were bent over on your knees, supporting yourself while you sucked Mansk’s dick. Lyle ran his giant hand up your back, his other hand moved down your butt to spread your legs a little more.

“Fuck, look how red your pussy is. Have we been too rough?” Lyle slid his hand from your fucked out hole to your clit, he dragged yours and others' juices up with it. “Does that hurt baby? It’s so fucking red, you’ve been taking too much.”

Lyle slowly kissed your back a few times, letting his teeth lightly scrape over your skin. Every now and again he would lightly bite into your skin causing you to moan around Mansk’s cock. Lyle liked to play, he liked to have fun, he liked to watch you squirm as he degraded you. Lyle freed his cock from his cargo pants, he was already solid and had been since this whole thing started.

Lyle slowly pushed inside, you were stretched out quite well and very slick but still, you were such a tight squeeze. Lyle started to fuck you almost as brutally as he wanted, he held your waist and he just fucked you brutally. You were so focused on Lyle’s thrusts you didn’t even feel Mansk cum down your throat. He held your face as he pulled out of your mouth, your jaw was sore that you knew. You figured there was a possibility of waking up tomorrow with a bruised jaw and probably bruises all over your hips and legs.

Lyle went to town knowing you were everything he had in front of him, no one else was there to take your attention away. He leaned onto your back and wrapped an arm around your waist, his arm held both your bodies up as he lifted you to rest against his chest. His movements were shallower now but he reached so deep, causing your moans to be longer and more whiney.

It didn’t take long after that for his cum to drip your thighs along with yours shortly after. Your head was limp, you were sore and exhausted, Lyle pretty much was the only thing holding you up at this point. He slowly pulled out after a moment or two, you lay on the bed as Quaritch stared at you.

“Come here, cupcake,” Miles said lowly.

You slowly sat up with a whimper and climbed off the bed, your legs buckled slightly and Ja being closest to you went to catch you if you fell. You slowly stumbled over to Miles and rested your hands on his shoulders and straddled his legs. Miles' hands went to your hips and he made you grind on his bulge, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Take it out,” Miles said lowly and monotone.

You slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, you reached into his briefs and pulled out his hard cock. His hips grabbed onto you tighter and lifted you up enough to have you sink down on his cock. You whimpered out, you were so sensitive and overstimulated.

“How was your gang bang, cupcake?”

“So good, but tiring.”

Miles smiled and rubbed at your back, your head then rested on his pec and your arms were around his ribs and slowly fell limply at your side. You had fallen asleep with Miles’ dick deep inside you and you couldn’t have been more happy to end the day that way.

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Sleeping positions

Pairing: Poly!recoms x reader

Word count: 1267

My headcanons of how the recoms hold you when you're asleep.

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Old grandpa vibes. Not often in the mood for cuddling, but you always wake up with his arm slung over your waist. If you’re awake before him and you try to get up, his grip on your waist will tighten and he refuses to let you go. Also, his tail will curl protectively around your leg. The first time his tail curled around your leg, you didn’t notice and got up after which you face planted. Your nose started bleeding. (you have threatened him that if he ever tells one of your other partners, you will skin him alive).

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet You’re the little spoon, he’s the big spoon. Cannot sleep without a hand on your titty. Also always presses his cock against your ass when he’s half awake, his tail is usually resting on your groin(he’s a horny little gremlin). He also moves a lot in his sleep, half of the time he kicks you awake or you end up on the floor. The other half you wake up on the edge of the bed with him sprawled out like a starfish. 

🍬 Recom Z-dog (Extremely cuddly) She never, and I mean NEVER sleeps without Walker. When you’re the one who joins them that night, they both spoon you. Z-dog spoons you with her front to yours. One of her arms is awkwardly wrapped under your body, with her fingers hooked in the waistband of Walker's shorts. The other hand rests on your thigh. Legs are a mess, sometimes one of Z-dogs leg ends up across yours and Walker's bodies, the heel of her foot pressed against Walker’s ass. Your tails are also always tangled together, usually with the three fluffy ends caressing one another.

🥽 Recom Walker She never sleeps without at least Z-dog. When you’re the one who joins them that night, they both spoon you. Walker spoons you with her front to your back, nose nuzzled in the nape of your neck. Both you and Z-dog use one of her arms as a pillow. Her other arm is slung over your waists, hand resting on Z-dogs lower back. Legs are a mess, it takes a while to untangle them in the morning. Your tails are also always tangled together, usually with the three fluffy ends caressing one another.

😎 Recom Mansk Classic spooning. Unlike Lyle, he’s more respectful and mostly manages to keep his hands to himself. He’s curled up around your back, one leg trapping your lower body. Both arms are wrapped around your waist, his arms are bent at the elbows, so his hands are closer to your face (he likes to caress your face when he can’t sleep). Loves it when you wrap your own hands around his and nuzzle them to your face or lay your cheek on them. Tail is always gently wrapped over your waist. You have to force him to take off his sunglasses because they poke in your neck. (Sometimes forgets to take them off and wakes up with imprints on his face)

🧯 Recom Prager I once read a Pransk (Prager x Mansk) story where Prager was an insomniac and he could only sleep with tsaheylu, where he became sleepy because of his partner's sleepiness. This man literally cannot sleep without tsaheylu. He sleeps on his back, with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. Your queues are connected and resting on his stomach with his hand protectively covering the connected braids. This man's tail cannot stay still, even in his sleep. So he usually keeps it away from you, so he doesn’t accidentally wake you.

⚕️ Recom Ja Calmest sleeper out of all of them, but sleeps in the weirdest positions (also can fall asleep everywhere and he's proud of it (kinda like Michael Sheen episode 3, season 1, timestamp 11:00 of Staged iykyk)). Usually the last to go to bed. When you’re already in bed, it doesn’t matter what position you’re in, he flips you on your back and flops down to lay on top of you. So you’re laying on your back, with him crushing your body. His arms are either tucked under you, or laying at your sides. His legs are lying between yours, his tail wrapped around your thigh and his head is pillowed on your boobs. And god help you when you don’t wrap your arms around him. He’ll stare straight into your soul, so intense that you wake up from it. Then he’ll pout until you wrap your arms around him. Loves it when you thread your fingers through his hair until he falls asleep (I refuse to accept that he’s bald and I’ll continue to refuse to accept it, until James Cameron personally tells me otherwise)

⛓️ Recom Fike To me, Fike looks like an anxious boy. He overthinks way too much. Cuddling keeps him from overthinking, therefore he never sleeps alone. Usually sleeps with Brown (they’re really close and always getting into trouble together), sometimes with Quaritch if he’s extremely anxious. When you join the two of them, Fike cuddles at your back. One arm is wrapped around his own waist. The other is wrapped around you, his hand is bunched in either your or in Brown’s shirt. His legs are tightly wrapped around yours/Brown’s, holding you against him. His head is pressed tightly against the back of your neck. In an effort to comfort himself, his tail is always wrapped around one of his own body parts. Sometimes sneezes (and wakes the both of you up) because your hair tickles his nose.

🧢 Recom Brown Fike and Brown almost always sleep together, because of Fike’s anxiety. When you join the two of them, he’s lying flat on his back, one arm outstretched for you and Fike to use as a pillow (always complains about his arm tingling in the morning, secretly loves it). Your head is more on his shoulder, your nose in his neck, than on his arm. When possible, he wraps his lower arm around Fike’s shoulder. Most of the time he looks like a starfish. You always rest your hand on his chest, so he folds his hand over yours. Kinda has a tail with its own mind. You’ve woken up a lot with the fluffy end of his tail tickling your face.

📿 Recom Lopez I headcanon that he grew up with a lot of siblings and very little money. So growing up he had to share a bed with his younger brother. His brother trashed a lot in his sleep and he ended up slamming his head against Lopez’s face (and breaking his nose/knocking out his teeth) more often than not. He subconsciously started resting his fist on the pillow in front of his face with his thumb pressed to his forehead to protect his face from more harm. You two usually spoon with your fronts to each other. Even tho he doesn’t have to share his bed with his brother anymore, he never stopped resting his fist in front of his face (everyone thinks it’s extremely cute, he pouts when they tease him about it). You usually rest your head on his arm to still be close to him. His other arm is slung over your waist and even when he’s asleep, he’s still strong and holds you tightly against him, leaving you with very little wiggle room. His hand is resting on your ass under your shorts while his tail sneaks up under the pipe of your shorts (also a horny little gremlin).

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CONTAGIOUS.

miles decides to take care of a sickly lyle — someone decides to watch !

( miles quaritch x lyle wainfleet x fem! recom!reader )

SMUT WARNING! NSFW, MDNI. ( fluff to extra stuff .. ) p in v, fingering, threesome, double penetration, oral, anal, rough play, pet names, praising, etc. very nasty stuff. satiate my thirst.

miles sighed heavily, lightly tossing about the bottle of water in his hands. it crinkled and sloshed, making a faint noise that wasn't near loud enough to break through fike's snores (who had managed to fall asleep on the floor, next to the fridge after having a bit too much to drink). his bare feet pattered against the cold tile flooring as he made his way past the sleeping recom for the second time, and down the dimly lit hall to his own room.

or he wished it were his own. maybe then he'd actually catch some shuteye, instead of listening to lyle's constant chattering. still, he didn't want to think about where he'd be without the annoying fuck.

the door let out a small hiss as it slid open automatically upon registering his presence. *fancy shit.* and as soon as he stepped inside, he was met with the familiar sight of lyle lazing about in the bottom bunk. normally, lyle would sleep up top, but he could hardly get himself up there.

he was sick as a dog— supposedly.

now, miles wasn't sure why, but a part of him did take pity on the man. even if it was rather thin at 11 at night, his patience was there. and lyle sounded like a dog with a squeaker lodged in its throat. he needed water.

miles allowed his weight to press in the mattress at lyle's side. the metal frame groaned just a bit before settling, as lyle rolled over to face him.

"here." miles grunted out, offering the water to lyle, who kept himself tucked beneath his blankets. lyle could see he was shivering, but he had a relieved look on his face as he accepted the drink. he popped the lid off, bringing the spout to his lips and gulping eagerly. until nothing but a few sips remained in the bottom.

"ugh.. thanks.." he managed, "didn't expect you to be back in here tonight. youre gonna get sick, yknow."

"i figure that, but i think bein' sick beats sleepin' in there with mansk n' prager."

"they get on your nerves?"

miles shook his head, his tail thumping against the mattress as his palm rubbed at his forehead. "no .."

lyle wasn't sure what to think of the dry reply, but he didn't push it. he knew that miles wasnt always the best at expressing himself, whether it be in a positive way or a not so positive one. miles refused to show any signs of weakness, even when he probably should.

lyle could be the same way at times, but right now? there was no point in even trying to fight it. he felt like shit, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

a pained groan slipped from his blue lips as his head lolled back into his pillow, and a whine rattled his vocal chords. he squeezed his eyes shut, sniffling and sucking in rapid, shallow breaths in an attempt to clear his airways. this caught miles' attention, once more.

"here, sit up." the colonel demanded, and as much as lyle wanted to refuse, it was built-in now to *listen to miles*. he was his boss, after all. pretty much. lyle didn't mind.

"then help." lyle huffed at him, and miles couldn't help an eyeroll. their hands locked and lyle sat himself up with a small wheeze deep in his chest, keeping his hand clutched to miles' so he wouldn't fall back.

his ears twitched, pinning back against his head at the unfamiliar touch he felt. miles placed his hand against lyle's lower back, gently pushing in on it as a nudge of guidance.

"straighten your back— deep breaths, now." even though lyle was still tense from what he was seeing (as it was rather baffling: miles was never this gentle), he couldn't help but melt into it. lyle was sick, he felt cold. and miles was warm- his hands were so warm.

he complied to the simple command, rolling his shoulders a bit as he straightened his posture, and sucked in deeply. his nose was stuffy, so the task wasn't the easiest, but after a few tries he felt all the ick flowing downwards, and he could breathe again.

miles watched lyle take in deep chugs of oxygen, his eyes lingering over his lips before settling on his nose. lyle resembled rudolph, only far less happy than that stupid fucking deer. but a whole lot cuter, nonetheless.

"there you go.." miles murmured, looking down at his hand, which he held in place for lyle to continue using as support. he felt his heart skip a beat at the contact. the two men had always had a thing for each other, but it never went further than a few drunken makeout sessions.

but the interest was there. the care was there. and, even, a love that went beyond something friendly. on the outside they looked to be brothers in arms, but behind closed doors? more like very, very not related guys in dick to ass. at least that's what they wanted it to be. but neither had the balls to fess up.

as miles lost himself in thoughts of the man sitting just next to him, his eyes tracked downwards. over the corporal's bare chest, down to the blanket that hung loosely over his lap. the sight made his breath hitch, his palms growing sweaty, to which he wiped them off on the thighs of his sweatpants.

lyle, who was still catching his breath, noticed this. and he felt his own panic settling into his gut. it bubbled painfully in his belly, burning in his abdomen. did miles notice how hard he was?

lyle adjusted the blanket over his lap, trying to more properly hide the grown bulge beneath it to no avail. plus, it was too late. miles had noticed. yeah, he saw that. cant hide from him.

lyle's tail thumped under the covers, a clear indicator of his anxiety, and his cheeks flushed. miles watched his every move. like a hound trained on a rabbit.

"hmh.. it's okay," miles started, finding the confidence within himself to finally speak. "i know my touch is 'bout as good as it gets." he drawled, that southern accent thick with an almost sadistic tinge. he liked it. he liked seeing lyle all worked up and uncomfortable in his presence.

it made him feel in charge. strong. and incredibly fucking horny. he wasn't even going to attempt to hide his own erection-- it was huge and it was happening.

his pants tightened as his cock strained against them, making him hiss softly behind his canines. it hurt. so good.

lyle chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck. he was embarrassed, and unsure what to say. was miles toying with him? making fun of him? was he upset with him? lyle couldnt tell. until he noticed the clear indication in miles' pants.

"sorry.."

"whaddya got to apologize for?"

their bellies danced with butterflies, a feeling neither of them thought possible anymore. lyle shrugged.

and without thinking, before he even knew what he was doing, miles reached out. his hand cupped between lyle's hidden thighs, his palm slightly compressing the mound in the other man's boxers.

lyle's whole body tensed, his breathing growing more faint than it already was. he grabbed miles' bicep, and the colonel stilled his movements.

"w.. want me to stop?" miles whispered, starting to retract his hand. but lyle stopped him.

the corporal grabbed his wrist, pushing his palm further onto his crotch and bucking his hips into it. a mewl left his lips; a whine of desperation and yearning. he needed to be touched.

at this, now having consent, miles couldn't hold back anymore. he ripped the covers from the bed, carelessly tossing them aside before returning his hand to lyle's boxers. he massaged the man's length through the fabric, earning himself a whimper of gratitude. but he knew lyle needed more.

he guided lyle to lean back against the wall, using one hand to grip the recom's braid. he roughly snatched it back, forcing lyle's chin to tilt upward to expose his neck. his other hand worked lyle's boxers down around his thighs, just enough to free his cock.

"fuck.. that's pretty." miles groaned at the new sight. lyle was big. the colonel had already known this, but actually seeing it was a whole new experience. his hand wrapped around lyle, starting to pump him slowly, working him over.

lyle's moans and curses of ecstasy were intoxicating to his superior. everything felt so right. and he wasn't stopping for shit.

he sank his fangs into lyle's neck, still gripping his braid to hold him in place while delivering deliberate, slow strokes to his dick.

lyle groaned, his hands searching until they found the tie to miles' sweatpants, and he pulled them loose. miles stopped him.

"nah, baby.. let me take care of ya. you're the sick one, ain't ya?" miles inquired, his hot breath fanning over the blue skin of the other male's neck.

lyle's lip curled upward in a small, lazy smirk. "well yeah, but i still wanna." his voice was a bit nasally, and playful towards his boss. with that undeniable hunger.

miles wanted nothing more than to pin him down and take him, but he had to restrain himself. lyle was still sick, and he feared that if he pushed too hard, he'd exhaust the man or put him off. so he kept himself light.

"a'right.. well, if ya wanna, i aint stoppin' ya. but you best remember," his grip on the recom's queue tightened, making lyle feel a tingling sensation throughout his whole frame. every nerve jolting with excitement. normally this would hurt, but damn he was too heated to even register that at the moment. "you go and get yourself hurt, it aint gonna be my fault.. understood?"

"uh huh--"

miles bared his teeth, glaring down into lyle's wide, yellow eyes.

"use your damn words." he seethed. he hadn't meant to sound so cruel, no. but the overwhelming strain between his legs was painful, and he needed relief. or he'd completely lose his mind. he was teetering between sane and falling off the deep end.

lyle was just too fucking cute; too hot. those sounds, those eyes. his tail waggling back and forth and those ears giving away his true emotions.

"yes sir." lyle responded back to him properly this time, and for a split second he resembled a soldier once again instead of a man weakened in another's arms. but just like ice under the desert sun, it was gone before it even stood a chance. and they were both okay with that.

"yeah.. good boy." miles sneered, freeing lyle's hair and allowing the man to proceed. he sat back on his knees slightly, watching as lyle tugged his sweatpants down.

briefly, his eyes landed on lyle's cock again. it twitched and pulsed, begging for contact again. a bead of precum gathered on its slit, and miles swiped it up with his thumb. promptly licking the digit clean.

lyle was awestruck momentarily, unsure of what had just happened until it clicked. miles had tasted him, and god did he want to return the favor. he hugged his lower lip between his canines as he slowly peeled down the colonel's boxers.

a pleased sigh exhaled from miles' lips as his cock was finally freed from its confines. lyle took note of the small wet patch on the plaid fabric he'd just removed. the small details. miles was starved for him, just as lyle was.

miles was notably bigger than lyle, even though they were both pretty huge. these new bodies were something else, that was for sure. covered in stripes and freckles in even the most intimate places.

lyle breathed a tiny sigh of wonderment as he reached his hand out, carefully wrapping it around the colonel's length. he didn't stroke it, and instead gave it a gentle squeeze, taking his time to just feel it. he had no idea how he'd managed to make this fellow marine so damn hard.

he leaned down, pushing up the hem of miles' tshirt with his free hand as the other guided the man's cock towards his mouth, and he used his tongue to clean the small mess gathered atop it. miles gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into lyle's shoulders.

"fuck.." he whispered, pursing his lips as he suppressed a moan. but he wasn't able to suppress his hands, and his claws dug into lyle's neck. he shoved the corporal back onto the bed, pinning him down by his throat.

miles was so swift in his movements that it dazed lyle briefly, and he blinked rapidly up at the larger recom. he felt the pressure on his jugular, but he wasnt afraid. if anything, this only excited him further. he watched as miles pushed himself up to hover above him, trapping lyle's waist between his knees after fully removing his sweatpants and ripping his tshirt off.

lyle sucked in a deep breath of air through his mouth as his throat was released. he grunted as miles shoved his shoulders down, forcing lyle's face towards his cock. lyle was trapped, his hands holding miles' thighs as he gazed up at the colonel.

miles was practically sitting on his chest, but he made sure not to apply his full weight. and though he was trying to fight off his primal side, he was losing.

"suck my fuckin' cock.." he demanded through his teeth, using one hand to cradle lyle's head towards his groin.

he couldn't hold back a moan this time, as lyle's lips parted and he took miles into his mouth.

"ah, fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.." miles cursed, bucking his hips forward. lyle gagged at the knock to the back of his throat, but he didn't pull away and endured, instead starting to slowly bob his head.

he'd never sucked a dick before, but he could tell he was doing well by the blissful groans and grunts from his companion. he closed his eyes, his brows furrowed as he tried to deepen the hold his lips had on the colonel.

miles tightened his jaw, his abdomen sucking inward as he leaned his head back. he was trying his damndest to keep quiet, but it was hardly working. the profanity escaping his lips was filthy.

his gaze dropped back down to lyle, watching the man work him with his mouth. the sight ignited something inside the colonel, and the urge to cum was too damn strong.

without warning, miles grabbed lyle's head, placing his palms on either side of it firmly to hold it in place. he started rocking his hips, back and forth. slowly, gradually speeding up until he was pounding poor lyle's face.

"ah, fuck! baby.. oh shit." the colonel panted with each thrust, his blood pumping so quickly that a ringing filled his ears, drowning out the sounds of lyle's own moans and grunts.

this was the first thing you saw when you stopped in the doorway. your footsteps halted, your eyes wide in shock and the pointed ears on your head perked in what was a mix of confusion and curiosity. followed by a pang of fear. what the hell was going on?

you felt your hands starting to tremble, your heart rate soaring to dangerous heights.

it was almost instantaneous. as soon as you realized what was going on, heat flooded through you, centering to your abdomen. it felt as if your guts were knotting up, a deliciously painful feeling. anxiety paired with the overwhelming need to get fucked.

you squeezed your thighs together, with a faint gasp. the two men didn't pick up on this small sound, but they did pick up your scent. well, miles did. lyle couldn't breathe through his nose for shit.

that smell.

they both stopped moving. miles released lyle's head, allowing the recom to finally breathe again.

"what?" lyle croaked out, as miles twisted slightly, tilting his head to see you past his shoulder.

you considered trying to hide, but you knew it was hopeless. you were caught, and you weren't sure whether to feel negatively about that or not.

but the way the two looked at you, you realized maybe it wasnt so bad. even if embarrassing and shameful.

"uh, sorry. ill just-" you started, but miles cut you off.

"whats that smell?" did you stink? oh god- "hell that's good.. that you, sweet pea?"

a shock waved through you. was he speaking to you? only then did you finally understand why you'd been caught. these new bodies. they could smell every bit of your desire. and lyle picked up on it when he sat up.

their mouths flooded with drool. they needed you. whatever was getting passed around, it was contagious, and there was no controlling it.

"heyy.. y/n," lyle dragged, licking his lips. "wanna join?" it almost sounded like he was joking, teasing you. and you almost laughed. gladly you stopped it, seeing he was being dead serious.

but how were you supposed to answer that question? yes, no? it wouldn't be right to join in, would it? you could only stand, your lips parted as you tried to come to a conclusion. you were taking too long, though.

miles lifted a hand, waving two fingers towards himself in a gesture for you to come over.

"wait, i-"

"nah, c'mere. i can smell ya.. i know you wanna."

you paused at his words. and caved in. your legs felt weak as you shut the door behind yourself and neared the bunk. miles stood, pulling lyle up with him. they stood in front of you, their bodies on full display.

and what a damn good display it was.

toned chests, two huge cocks eager for one another and now for you.

"are you guys sure-" you were cut off. again. lyle snatched your hips, growling lowly as he roughly tripped you up and pinned you to the mattress. any signs of his ailment had subsided, and he had a feral look in his eyes. as did miles.

they both admired you from above, eyeing you like two hungry wolves would a freshly cut flank from the juiciest doe.

"finally found our lil culprit, wainfleet." miles huffed out, reaching down to push the tank top clothing your body above your stomach. his hand glided over your warm abdomen, working gentle circles into it in a soft massage.

"yeah.. shit, it was her the whole time." the corporal clicked, his hand grabbing your knee. he slid his palm upwards, pushing his fingers under the leg of your shorts.

they noticed the quizzical look in your eyes.

"huh. darlin'," miles crooned, leaning over you. "we've been smellin' your fine ass for months. couldnt figure out what it was, till now. just 'bout all the guys been lookin' for you."

"yeah. y'know, you could've just said you wanted us." lyle shrugged at his own words, and you gasped as you felt his fingers brush against the panties beneath your shorts. a grin overtook his lips as he felt the damp cloth. "damn, you're soakin'.."

his middle finger slipped under the small garment, caressing your folds with a tenderness that took your breath away. you couldn't hold in a small squeak, just as miles shoved your tank top up the rest of the way. your breasts fell from your shirt, and both the men seemed to purr at the sight.

as miles leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth to suckle at it eagerly, his other hand kneaded the opposite breast. the sight made lyle want to release all over the both of you right then and there, but he held back, and instead plunged his finger deep inside your pussy.

he felt your walls, pushing his finger into that spot that made your toes curl and your breath stop.

"fuck, colonel, she's tight.."

miles released your nipple with a pop. "mmhmm.. guess we oughta get her ready then."

those words made your whole body give up. if you wanted to fight it before, you sure as hell couldn't now. you were in this, and dammit, you were not leaving until you felt quenched. until they did, too. they'd make sure of that.

lyle pulled his hand from your shorts, leaving you empty. he brought it to his lips, and miles sat up to join him in aweing at how wet you were. they snickered to themselves, before they both leaned in and licked lyle's hand clean.

their tongues pressed together, and they shared a sweet kiss before pulling back to share a knowing look. you tasted good.

focusing their attention back on you, you found your shorts being yanked off by miles. lyle leaned down, pushing your knees wide apart so they could get a good look at those underwear.

"you need it bad, dontcha?" lyle mocked, dropping down and gripping your thighs as he buried his face in your panties, licking and sucking your clit through them.

"oh god, lyle-" you panted, and he whimpered in response.

this was heaven for him. he had tasted miles, and now he was tasting you. in truth, he'd been pining for your fine ass since day one. the slut.

his mouth engulfed your whole mound through the fabric, and he kept sucking the moisture from it. as you moaned and whined, you noticed miles sat at your side, stroking himself at a steady pace as he admired the view.

"that feel good, darlin'?" the colonel questioned, using his free hand to brush your hair back out of your face. "mm.. good girl, keep moanin' for me. not too loud, now.."

miles praised you, and you quivered under lyle's ministrations. he pulled from your pussy, only momentarily, just enough time to rip your panties off and toss them at miles.

a squeal rattled your throat as lyle delved back into your heat, his nails digging into your thighs to leave behind faint scratches as he lapped away at your soaked folds. now unprotected, it felt so much better. his tongue teased your clit, and he took it between his lips to give it a hard suckle that made you clutch the bedsheets. your knuckles paled as you let out a loud moan, only for a large hand to cover your mouth.

miles muffled your sounds of pleasure with his palm, shushing you quietly.

"shh, now. dont want anybody else walkin' in here. dont think you could take more than two of us, sweet pea." he reminded, and you made an effort to be more quiet. though it was hard.

"yeah, good girl.. look'it you. damn." he breathed, leaning over you to suck at your breast once more. he kept a hand over your mouth, the other gripping your panties as he grinded his cock against them. "mmh.. mhm, fuck." he released your nipple to speak again, "so damn pretty." he whispered, peppering kisses down your belly until he reached lyle.

lyle panted as he pulled back temporarily, his mouth and chin covered in your juices. he gazed up at miles, who leaned in to lick his face clean, before they both focused on your pussy.

miles released your mouth, using his now free hand to spread your pussy lips.

"pretty fuckin' pussy, colonel." lyle breathed, "tastes damn good too.. you gotta try this."

they were passing you back and forth, treating you like a shared dish for the both of them to dine upon.

"guys-"

"hush." they both ordered you sternly, their voices mixing into one. one that you simply listened to.

"you relax and enjoy yourself, buttercup." lyle smacked his lips, pushing himself up to sit aside you as miles dipped to replace him between your legs.

you whined up at lyle, whimpering as miles' tongue shoved inside your wetness. lyle gave you a sweet smile, dipping his head to give you a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips.

he broke the kiss to tilt your head back, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck, marking you. you moaned, and miles groaned along with you.

"so fuckin' good." the colonel panted, pushing your knees up to your chest as he feasted away at your swollen folds. the change in position made you all the more heated, and your hands clung to lyle.

"oh fuck.. im gonna- i need to-"

"yeah, yeah, good girl. you gonna cum for us? huh? gonna cum all over his face?" lyle whispered in your ear, and you nodded hastily.

"uh huh, uh huh-" you agreed, and miles sped up his tongue, abusing your sensitive bud with it again and again. "uh huh!"

"yeah? yeah?" lyle nodded with you, keeping his eyes locked with yours. "good girl. yeah, cum for me baby. cum for us. good girl.."

his praise sent you over the edge, and just as you reached your peak, he smashed his lips to yours to silence the loud moan that would come with it. miles grinned, lapping up the remaining juices pooled in front of his mouth.

he helped you come down from your high as lyle kissed you repeatedly, the corporal murmuring soft 'good jobs' to you.

miles pulled back when you were fully spent, but they weren't done.

they needed to cum, too.

they stared down at you, with those hungry eyes again. and though you were weak, you wanted to please them just as much as they had you. you bit your lip, pushing yourself to lay on your side.

lyle sat on his knees behind you, his cock rubbing against your bare ass as miles took the front. they grabbed one of your legs, lifting it and forcing your knee to your shoulder.

"fuck.. can i fuck your ass?" lyle suddenly blurted, not even realizing what he'd said. he made it sound so casual, as if asking for a basic need. and to him, it was. he needed to be inside that tight ass of yours. he couldn't take it anymore.

"but you're so.. big." you muttered uncertainly back at him, and he pouted.

"ill be gentle, baby.." he assured you, and your tail flicked out, your ears pinning against your hair as you considered it.

miles was already positioning himself at your front entrance, starting to ease himself inside you carefully. you covered your mouth, and without even considering the consequences you just nodded to lyle.

"thank fuck." the corporal chirped, coating his hand in saliva and spreading it about his cock and your asshole.

your breath caught. they were going in at the same time? what the hell did you just agree to?

before you could say anything, you felt your ass being stretched. slowly, painfully. it already hurt enough on its own, but paired with miles' cock deep inside your pussy as well, it was excruciating.

he held you steady by your waist, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched as he refrained from just taking off without letting you get used to him.

but it felt so good at the same time.

lyle pushed in as far as he could reach, going at a snail's pace just for you. he stopped once he bottomed out, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"fuck. so fucking tight. fuck." he cursed.

miles whined along with him, also holding himself deep inside you. you felt him against your cervix, and you could swear your guts were flipped upside down now.

they savored the feeling of your plush walls hugging their cocks so tightly, squeezing and clenching around their lengths as if begging them to stay planted there. lyle peppered your shoulder in tender kisses all the while, murmuring soft comforting words of reassurance.

once you felt you were ready, even with faint tears in your eyes, you gave them the go ahead. and when they found a rhythm, they couldn't hold back.

as lyle would pull back, miles would push in.

as miles pulled back, lyle would shove back in again.

their hips rocked into yours ruthlessly, and fortunately the pain had mostly diminished. replaced with a pleasure from the full, hot feeling in your belly.

"yeah, fuck.. good girl."

"so fuckin' tight. shit."

"you feel so good baby."

"milkin' my fuckin' cock. fuck yeah."

"that's a good girl. shit. take it."

"take my fuckin' cock."

filthy, filthy, filthy.

you could only lay there, a moaning mess as they used your holes.

"fuck, im gonna cum!" lyle whimpered, his hips snapping forward again.

"ah, dammit.." miles hissed.

both of the men grew sloppy in their movements, their breathing growing heavier and heavier, their groans and grunts and whimpers more frequent.

until they both shoved deep inside at once, releasing all they had, painting your walls white with their loads.

they caught their breath atop you, before they gave in and just laid down on either side of you, their cocks still within your depths.

lyle hugged your waist from behind, burrowing his face in your hair. as miles rested in front of you, kissing your forehead and wiping away your tears as he massaged your hip.

lyle reached around to rub your abdomen, trying to provide some more comfort.

"you okay..?" he whispered.

"yeah, she's alright." miles whispered the answer for you, but the two of you doubted lyle heard as he was already fast asleep.

miles stared into your eyes with a gentle gaze now, simply admiring the features that made up you. you were so beautiful. how had he not noticed before? he bit back any further speaking.

"..can you sleep?" he whispered through lyle's faint snoring.

you nodded sleepily, your eyelids already hanging heavy.

he kissed your nose, "sleep."

that simple order was all you needed to doze off. still stuffed completely by both the men you were trapped between.

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the next morning, mansk peeked his head in. prager was near behind him, wanting to see the condition of lyle. they hadn't expected to find three of their teammates in the room.

all naked, under one blanket. tossing and turning from the snotty noses they were all experiencing.

"wh-" fike poked his head in, his eyes widened in shock. as always. he had a mad hangover, and he thought for a second that he was still drunk as hell. "huh?!"

miles groaned in irritation, snatching up a half empty water bottle and hurling it straight at the other three recoms. they all jumped and fled the room, closing the door as they retreated in a fit of snickers and chuckles.

they were never going to let that down.

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

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

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

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our shallow graves — 01

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fuck buddies outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as a theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; references to (made up past), including death and prev dead lovers; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; the reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 3k words

: this chapter lays the foundation of the fic and introduces the initial dynamic of quaritch and the reader; reader’s callsign is 10/10 from that one penguin in madagascar; this fic made me fascinated with deja blu fr; hope u guys would luv it <33

next // m.list

you don’t understand why you were one of the early ones they awakened. sure you signed up for the shitty program – because who wouldn’t want to be an eight-feet tall blue alien? apparently, other than the scientists, you were the only one in your squad who wanted the transfer – but you didn’t expect to be the first in the line up.

to be in colonel miles quaritch’s squad. 

other than walker and mansk, you knew absolutely no one from the deja blu team. but you’ve heard of them, alright. who wouldn’t? they have lines of kills and assists in terra and, now, in pandora; they are warmongers at most, rascals at least. 

you stare up at their imposing figures, trying to make sense of the fact that they’ve all been killed in action. 

despite not remembering much, you’ve come to terms with your own death during the initial war – a lone pilot, only meant to be an escort, gunned down by trudy’s bird before being further propelled into the lush forest floors of pandora by the banshees. it is a boring life story, one that is only worth telling because of your “sacrifice” in alien territory. 

(you still don’t understand why the shrink insisted on showing you the syphoned clips of your death. 

“it’s to help you move on,” she said as if she could ever understand the horror of seeing yourself fall to your death. as if you had not been a human trapped inside a fucking burning bird, being torn to pieces by, what could literally only be, flying dinosaurs. as if you were just another collateral. just another number added to the charts.

“i’m sorry,” she added, a small smile on her face as she turned to you, her hair tied in a neat bun and her white blouse tucked in her pencil skirt. “ultimately, thank you for your service, ma’am.”

fucking piece of shit. 

you wondered if she even has a licence or the RDA just handed your files to some science nerd and was told to play god for their little blue alien. to fix you right up so that they could send you to another suicide mission.)

but that wasn’t the case for the rest of the deja blu. you know they were directly fighting; leaders of smaller squadrons, following the beat of papa dragon. walker and mansk, themselves, have touched down with guns in their amp suits, directly under wainfleet’s command. you don’t know how they died – you couldn’t even fathom wainfleet dying. and yet there he stands with the others, bald as fuck but imposing nevertheless.

your eyes shift to the man beside him. not the tallest, zdinarsik got that title, but the one in command. 

colonel miles quaritch. big, blue, and seething. 

one more thing you noticed in this whole fuckery is that your recombinant body is short. you stood about two inches shorter than walker, and she’s a full head shorter than anyone else. as you line up beside her, with fike on your other side, you three could very well make a groupie of santa’s little helpers.

wainfleet smirks like he’s thinking the same. you would have rolled your eyes at him but the colonel began to move close, his combat boots echoing against metal floors, snuffing out any noise from the squad. 

“and who are you, kid?” he asks, standing directly in front of you.

you tell him your name, internally wincing when your tail unconsciously coils around your leg. you still don’t know how to control it – an easy tell of your anxiousness. the colonel’s lips lift up in a smirk, his eyes flashing at your tail in slight mirth, before recognition crosses his eyes.

“rico?” 

you startle at the use of your unofficial callsign, a feat only made possible after climbing up the ranks and being heralded as one of the best pilots.

(trudy had been the best pilot in hell’s gate; the one with the most medals, and rightfully so. she was the one who ripped through the skies with her samson, zigzagging like she had been riding a banshee instead of a plane. 

the one with the kindest heart.

there is a part of you that is grateful that it had been trudy who took you down.)

“yes sir,” you reply, blinking up at him after he’s dismissed your salute, feeling a little shy at being recognized, somewhat, by the colonel. 

quaritch hums, tilting his head to the side in thought, watching you with narrowed eyes. briefly, you wonder if he’s asking himself why it had not been socorro who was awakened. to be honest, you are asking yourself the same thing because it doesn’t matter if you were one of the best, not when socorro, sweet and gentle and pregnant socorro, had the colonel’s favouritism. 

(socorro’s child was a beautiful boy with sun-kissed hair and chocolate eyes. he was such a darling even though you’ve only seen the infant in passing, held lovingly in his mother’s arms.)

they could’ve made a blue alien baby this time around. maybe, then, they’d be happier too. 

the colonel certainly doesn’t deserve it but socorro does. 

“were you a private, rico?” quaritch asks, pulling you from your thoughts. he leans close again, dramatically bending his head down which highlights the difference in your heights.  

“no sir,” you reply. “i was a lance corporal, sir.”

he hums again, finally backing up and giving you more room to breathe. then, he sends you a smile. “well then, welcome to the team, kid.”

the tension seeps out of you as you nod, thanking him before he turns to the other recoms, chatting amiably. walker bumps you with her shoulder and you see her smile from your peripheral.

you give her a smaller one before willing your tail to finally uncoil from your damn leg and act normal.

of course it just swishes behind you.

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training is gruesome. you honestly thought that it would be easier with your stronger and newer body, but with the colonel around, that thought vanished. 

suicide drills were the squad’s least favourite, you especially. not only were the stakes increased to push the limits of your new bodies, but you all were always watched by the scientists, with their little sticks poking at your bodies and their little wires strapped down to whatever skin they wanted to bother this time around. 

wainfleet started screaming at them, calling them “fucking losers,” and barking at them to give the squad some space. quaritch quickly took over, grunting that whether they were losers or not, whatever they were doing was necessary. that said, he sent the scientists a heated glare, making it known that his words do not necessarily reflect his feelings – wainfleet had taken this as his victory. 

the tests weren’t fun, but you appreciated their purposes; through them, you learned that your na’vi DNA was extracted from a tipani warrior. the sentiment isn’t lost in you – they robbed the graves of the na’vi. you think you are used to what humans could do all for conquering pandora but for many days, you were unable to stomach any packet meal they fed your squad. walker had to talk you out of it because your unintentional hunger strike made you lag behind – an error that had you being summoned to the colonel’s office.

“we’re all tryin’ our best here, rico,” quaritch’s voice echoes in his office. 

you’ve never been inside the one he had back in hell’s gate and you had hoped that you would never see the day of being in his current one, but there you stood, tensed as the colonel studied you. 

he refused to sit on his customized chair, choosing instead to pace just behind his desk, his bulging arms hidden from your view as he clasped his hands behind his back. quaritch’s lips are pursed, almost pouty, and you beat yourself up at the thought of finding him – your nose scrunches at this – attractive when he’s busy scolding you. 

“our circumstances ain’t ideal, but we’re back as some lab-grown native and we oughta take advantage of what we’ve become,” he says, continuing his tirade amidst your silence, snapping you out of your humiliating thoughts. “your little stunt costs us a delay on proceeding with a recon of the area and the only reason i’m not benching you is because the general has faith in you – faith that, frankly, i’m still not understanding.”

your back straightens at his words, and you tamp down the need to wince at his scathing tone. he is right, after all. for some fucked up reason, the general – both ardmore who’s stationed in pandora and gonzales who’s still in terra – backed the need to have your soul transfer commence. you still don’t know what it had been for, given that past your flying skills, you are just another idiot who knows her way around a gun. not memorable to many, except, apparently, for those in command.

(‘maybe this was why the colonel doesn’t particularly like me,’ you would think later, safe in your room. ‘socorro may have the colonel’s attention but what is a colonel – one who already failed his priority mission – against two generals?’)

“i’m sorry, sir,” you utter, clear but not loud, and quaritch just watches you again with his unwavering stare.

finally, he grunts, turning his body away from you to fully face the glass window that oversees the lower-level operations. you take this as his dismissal and scurry out of his office.

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“and she’s finally back from tryna kill herself!” wainfleet’s voice echoes in the nearly empty mess hall and you roll your eyes at him, glowering when he just proceeds to chuckle.

you plop your tray in front of walker, sending her a small smile which she returns with a cute beam. her braids are out of her hair tie today, letting them frame her face in the way you saw the omatikaya prefer. shooting a quick glance at zdinarsik’s way and it’s clear that someone else prefers it this way too. 

“what’d the pukes say?” fike asks, sloshing around his packet meal, sneering in disgust when it jiggles like a slab of jello. more than the fact that you found out that your gene came from a corpse, this ‘food’ is about to do the trick of making you want to pursue starvation again.

“said i needa take so many pills.” you shrug, tearing open your packet of faux meat with pinched lips and your shoulders tensed like you’re expecting to be shot at. “apparently, i stunted my growth.”

prager laughs. “aww, you gonna remain short?”

“aww, you gonna remain hairy?” you shot back, snorting when prager just pouts as he raises his hand to rub at his fuzzy chin. gross.

wainfleet barks out another laugh at the exchange before reaching across the table to place an apple onto your tray. “‘ere ya go, rico. real food.”

you don’t know where he got the fruit, you don’t even know if it’s ‘real’ like he just said, but you do not have room to complain. fake fruit is a whole lot better than the slush in the compound. 

“thanks,” you say, smiling bashfully, not expecting wainfleet, of all people, to adopt the mother hen role. he winks at you in reply, wiggling his brows, before straightening back up and fooling around with prager. 

you dump the packet back to your tray before picking up the apple. you wipe it on your shirt before bringing it up for a bite, humming in delight at the crunching sound it made.

“delicious?” mansk asks from beside you, his lips quirking up in a smile when you turn to him.

“yummy,” you reply, humming, taking another bite. he snickers, bumping your leg with his, before placing his own apple onto your tray too. 

“you gotta eat more,” is all he says when you make a questioning sound before bending over to hover his lips on the shell of your ear. “news spread fast that you got your ass reprimanded by the colonel yesterday.”

“uh-huh,” you mutter, unable to focus on what he’s saying at the sudden surge of heat engulfing you. 

your lips feel dry all of a sudden, your throat parched from unknown thirst, and you turn to mansk, wanting to ask him what the hell is happening to you – was this the fault of the fucking apple? – only to see his own face flushed, blue skin turning into dark purple. 

his eyes meet yours and all of a sudden, you feel like you are doused with gasoline and set ablaze.

huh. well, if that isn’t interesting.

-------

“jesus- devin, not too ha- ah!” 

your back arches at a particularly hard thrust, your jaw falling open for a drawn out garble. the explosion of pleasure races across your synapses, filling you up with nothing but a deafening white noise. blearily, you recognize mansk’s bigger hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up from his lap only to drop you down again. a hiccupped moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, feeling your walls spasming around him.

“rico, fuck, so good. so good.” mansk’s voice is faint, falling from his kiss-swollen lips in murmurs. you would have missed it without your new heightened senses, but the sound of his voice tickles your ears, making your tail flick behind you as you preen at his praises.

a giggly “thank you” barely makes it past your teeth when mansk manhandles you again, humping his hips up to grind himself along your pelvis, driving him deeper. you choke on your words, unable to stop the moan that is punched from your lungs, the sound so loud that mansk had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

“not so loud,” he mumbles, bumping his forehead against yours. the sound of his rugged voice makes you clench around his length, making you feel utterly stuffed. you drag your blunt nails across his back, your eyes fluttering rapidly, feeling yourself tipping into the peak of your orgasm.

mansk laughs. “y’r unbelievable.” 

you do not know what it is that you said, your wobbly voice still smothered by his hand, as you get lost in the way he bounces you on his lap. mansk goes quiet, only letting muffled grunts pierce the air between the two of you, and you feel the sudden surge of primal need unleashing deep in your belly.

the tight clench of your abdomen almost hurts, your orgasm ripping through the remnants of your sanity. your last thought was: ‘motherfucker, why did no one ever tell you that the na’vi have heats?’

it is later when the haze lifts up that the warmth licking up from the core of your muscles – almost like it is burrowed deep within your blood vessels – is finally snuffed out. 

mansk is asleep on his bed, dead to the world. you shuffle out of his loose embrace, blinking blearily before realizing that he had cleaned you two up. a small smile graces your lips as you fully slink out of his bed, looping your tail around your leg as you pick up the pieces of your off-duty apparel. 

pressing a kiss on his forehead, and rolling your eyes when he sleepily bats you away like you are a fly, you grab your respirator and quietly leave his room. 

standing in the empty hallways, turning your head from side to side, you study the stillness of the metal walkway with bated breath, afraid that someone will eventually see you making your walk of shame to your room. when the silence continues, you finally begin to move, lithe steps only broken by the continuous hissing from your respirator as you occasionally take slight sips of air. 

nearing your room, your heart finally settles, your tensed back loosening up at the feeling of safety. you cross past one of the intersecting hallways, quick in your steps, when a hand reaches from the dark and grabs your wrist.

a scream nearly bubbles from your lips when a palm is shoved to your face, shutting you up once again. panicked eyes turn, trying to see who’s got such a strong hold on you, only for your heart to careen even faster when you make eye contact with quaritch.

no-

his sneer is terrifying, his bright amber eyes glinting with so much malice, it pins you right on the spot. cold dread washes over you like a tide, chasing away the quiet elation that settled deep within your veins. the heat is returning, you know that, but it is muted and mingled with fear that you can’t even feel the need to scratch the itch. 

your ears are pinned onto your skull, your tail drooping as it wraps itself around your leg again. this time the colonel doesn’t look at it in amusement, instead he continues to glare at you.

“colonel-” 

“next time, fuck around quietly,” quaritch barks out, cutting you off. “and go take a goddamn shower. you reek.”

he snatches his arm from your wrist as though he’s been burned before marching away, his combat boots echoing in the hallway. tears prick the back of your eyes and you run to your room, heaving, trying to calm yourself.

anger, hurt, and shame bubble deep inside your stomach, expanding, until you are finally reduced to tears. you cry your frustration away, hoping that by doing so, you would stop thinking about how good the colonel smelled as he glowered at you with his sharp eyes. 

(if only you had glanced at quaritch as he walked away, you would have seen the way he burrowed his face on his palm, chasing the sweet scent that roused him from his sleep and pushed his own heat into its beginnings.)

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