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Recom Week Day 6: Tsaheylu

Summary: Lyle and Fike are separated from the rest of their group once evening after an ambush, the both of them having to camp for evening in the jungle. However, their peaceful night out in the woods becomes more heated than expected. TW: Cunnilingus, Knotting, Vaginal Sex

Word Count: 3,664

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The Pandoran jungles were quiet that evening for the most part. The only thing making remotely any noise was the native wildlife that trekked the woods. Fike sits by a fire that he had crafted while Lyle took a quick sweep around the perimeter, making sure that where they were staying for the night would be safe. They had been separated from the rest of their squad earlier that day from an ambush and needed to rest for the night. Lyle hoped that they were alright. He wasn’t expecting them to be ambushed this far out from any known clans, but he figured anything could happen on this god-forsaken planet.

After several minutes, Lyle returns to his companion, sitting on the other side of the fire. “Alright, everything looks good,’ The man huffs, slapping the back of his neck and then rubbing it, grumbling quietly.

Fike looks up at Lyle when he hears the taller man, a smirk forming on his lips, “Everything alright, big man?”

“Yea, everything’s fine, just tired… And tired of the bugs already,” Lyle muses, groaning as he stretches.

Fike shakes his head, poking at the fire with a stick to ensure the flames don’t die. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard Lyle Wainfleet ever be tired.”

Lyle chuckles, “Hey, I get tired too. Trust me. It ain’t nothing unusual,” he hums, drawing a leg up to his chest and resting his arm on his knee, staring at the flames.

The fire illuminates the small radius around the two men. Their natural bioluminescence lit the rest of the forest. The dark forest glittered with colors ranging from blues to greens to purples.

Lyle stares at the fire, watching the flames dance with each other. What they were dancing, it was hard to tell. It could have been anything from the waltz to the foxtrot. Whatever they were dancing, it was romantic. He knows flames couldn’t dance like that, technically speaking, but the way they moved with each other with such precision and closeness to one another, combining into one was intimate in its way.

Hooded yellow eyes leave the flames to gaze at the other recom on the other side for a second. Fike, too, is staring at the fire in silence, the light from the flames illuminating his face to enhance his beauty. Lyle wasn’t afraid to admit that he was attracted to the man. He had initially felt that way when he first met the man. Sure, their relationship was rocky at first. The man punched Fike and gave the man a bloody nose for trying to be a hot shot and outdo his fellow soldiers, but after that, the two men were inseparable. How lucky Lyle was to be reunited with his best friend in another life was beyond him, but he thanked whatever power was out there. It was a second chance, for sure.

“Think we’ll get back to the rest of the group tomorrow?” Fike speaks up after several minutes of silence

“I hope so,” Lyle says, not taking his eyes away from Fike, his head slightly tilting as he admires the man from afar. He wondered what Fike thought of him. The two of them had grown closer since they had become recombinants, but whenever Lyle had tried to flirt with Fike, he always seemed to brush it off or come up with something smart to say, but… Sometimes he could see Fike get a little flustered and try to hide it from the man.

What was Fike thinking?

Fike huffs, looking up to see Lyle looking at them. They both locked eyes, Fike’s ears pinning back a little. He could feel his face warming up around the apples of his cheeks, which wasn’t caused by the fire. “What?”

Lyle’s ears perk forward, his eyes darting back to the fire. “Nothing– Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Fike sneered slightly, looking over at Lyle. His cheeks were burning. The way Lyle always looked at him got under his skin, but he could never say he didn’t enjoy it, but they couldn’t. He wasn't like that, or at least what he told himself. He couldn’t be like that. He couldn’t be attracted to Lyle but couldn’t help but find the man attractive. He wanted him, but he knew Lyle didn’t see him that way… He always believed those flirting attempts were just Lyle’s way of being a dick to him.

“Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” Fike scoffs, rolling his eyes slightly. The corners of his lips tug somewhat into a smile.

Lyle smiles slightly. “Oh yea?”

“Don’t make it weird.”

Lyle rolls his eyes a little, glancing down. “Uh-huh… I’m going to take a piss,” Lyle says, getting up from his spot and walking away from the fire and behind a few trees.

Fike sits there for a minute, staring off into the direction Lyle left, and he looks at the ground. He shakes his head slightly, looking back in the direction of where he left after a moment of him being gone. “Seriously?” Fike huffs and decides to get up to go after him. This was going to have to stop.

Lyle zips his pants up, humming a little to himself. He wasn’t aware that Fike was coming up right behind him until the last second, turning around and being face-to-face with him. Lyle shouts, surprised; Fike grabs his biceps and pushes him up against the tree. The two men stare at each other, their eyes locked in on each other as if searching for anything. Any kind of answer as to what the two men were feeling.

“What is your issue?” Lyle growls, pushing Fike back.

“What is my issue? What is your issue? You’re always flirting with me and teasing me!”

“Because I fucking like you, man!”

“Bullshit.”

“Bullshit?

“Exactly. If only you knew how long I’ve liked you, you wouldn’t do that shit.”

Lyle’s eyes grow slightly wide. “You like me?”

“Did I stutter?

Lyle smirks, “Prove it then.”

“Prove it?”

“Now I’m gonna throw your question right back. Did I fucking stutter, Sean? Get the cotton of your ears, man, and prove it. Unless you’re too chicken to do it.”

Fike stares at him for a moment or so longer before growling. How dare Lyle Wainfleet call him a chicken! He’ll prove it to him, alright. Grabbing the collar of Lyle’s shirt, Fike pulls him down to his level. Fike crashes his lips into Lyle’s, growling into the kiss. Lyle’s eyes widen slightly before he pulls Fike into him tightly, reciprocating the kiss. Lyle would be lying if he said he wasn’t waiting for this moment for the longest time. Fike had been waiting even longer. Lyle hums into the kiss, deepening it a little. His hands roam down his Fike’s hips, squeezing them and drawing him in closer. Lyle curses against the other’s mouth, his tongue swiping along his lower lip, asking permission to enter before his tongue slips into Fike’s mouth, drawing out a moan.

Lyle could hear Fike curse into his mouth, a moan following it as Lyle continued to kiss him deeper, a growl vibrating in the back of his throat. Fike pushes Lyle against the tree and pulls away for a moment. Lyle’s brows knit together, about to ask what the issue was, before he felt Fike’s lips travel down to his neck, sucking out hickies. Lyle growls, placing a hand on the back of Fike’s neck as he tilts his head a little.

“Fuck, man,” Lyle breathes, closing his eyes tightly.

Fike’s lips travel down from his neck to his collarbone before he lowers himself to his knees. Lyle looks down when he feels Fike’s hands clumsily begin to work on getting Lyle’s pants undone. Fike’s impatience made Lyle quietly chuckle, making the other man glare up at him.

“What?” Fike growls, finally getting Lyle’s pants unbuttoned before unzipping them.

Lyle holds his hands up in defense, “You’re getting impatient.”

“Bite me,” Fike rips open the fly of Lyle’s pants. His brows slightly raise when he sees Lyle’s sheath underneath his pants. The head of Lyle’s cock already peeking out from the sheath. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“How the fuck do you live like this?” Fike yanks his pants down a little, reaching out to massage his sheath with his index, middle, and thumb.

He gently strokes Lyle’s sheath, causing a groan to come out of Lyle. Fike glances up a little, his cheeks burning at Lyle's groaning before he gazes back down to Lyle’s crotch. He noticed something different; Lyle didn’t look like him. He didn’t have both parts. This somewhat caught Fike off guard, his ears slightly lowering.

Lyle notices this, raising a brow. “Everything alright?”

“You don’t have both.”

“Both?” “Yea.”

“Both what?”

“A dick and pussy.”

Lyle’s brows raise, “You saying you got both?”

“Don’t make it weird,” Fike growls quietly, his face flushing.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed—nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Fike huffs, shaking his head a little as he continues his gentle sheath massage. He watches how his cock fully emerges from his sheath, knot, and all. Fike’s eyes widen a little, not expecting to see a knot come out of his sheath.

A smirk forming on Lyle’s lips, he cants his head to the side. “What, Fike? Like what you see?” He asks.

Fike doesn’t respond; he anxiously watches Lyle’s length twitch, needing some attention.

“Cat got your tongue now?” Lyle coos, biting his lower lip a little.

“Shut up, man,” Fike snaps, his fingers leaving Lyle’s sheath to wrap around his length. He slightly moues; he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He squatted down in the dark jungle at god knows what hour, stroking his best friend’s cock. This had to be some kind of dream, right? One of Fike’s many wet dreams about Lyle didn’t feel like his usual wet dreams. He pictures them as humans in his dreams: their old selves.

That was the case this time. This was reality now.

Lyle sucks in air through his gritted teeth as Fike strokes his cock slowly, the man watching Fike through hooded eyes. Fike’s lips flatten into a line before leaning forward quickly with an opened mouth, taking the other’s length into his mouth. Lyle let’s out a hiss, placing a hand on the back of Fike’s head.

“Son of a bitch, Fike—” Lyle curses, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tightly before hearing Fike choke. Lyle quickly pushes Fike off, Fike coughing and gagging slightly. Lyle’s cock slaps against his lower stomach when it’s popped out of Fike’s mouth. “Jesus man, you need to slow down– It ain’t a damn race.”

Fike grumbles, wiping the spit from the corner of his mouth. “Fuck off; ain’t like I do this regularly like you do.”

“Just shut up and slow down. We ain’t got to be anywhere anyway soon,” Lyle growls.

Fike rolls his eyes, wrapping his fingers around Lyle’s cock before taking the tip into his mouth much slower this time. Lyle exhales through his nose, his hand still on the back of Fike’s head as he watches him begin to slowly bob his head on the tip of his cock.

“That’s it,” Lyle purrs, running his fingers through Fike’s mohawk as he watches his friend go down on him.

Fike stares up at Lyle, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock as he slowly continues to suck on Lyle’s length. He wasn’t the best at this, and Lyle picked up on the pretty quick, but damn, did it feel good. Lyle closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the tree. His tail whips back and forth; enjoy every second of Fike going down on him.

After a moment, Fike gets braver and takes more of him into his mouth, his pace growing quicker. He closes his eyes, the sound of Lyle cursing under his breath and groaning spurs him on to go faster. He wanted to get him to finish. He figured Lyle wouldn’t reciprocate this, so he was more worried about getting this done quickly before he embarrassed himself.

Lyle soon feels a warmth in his loins begins to build up, a loud groan straining from his throat. He knew he was getting close to finishing, but he couldn’t. Not now. He quickly pulls Fike off his cock, panting slightly as he tries to keep himself together. Fike’s eyes widen, staring at Lyle with confusion and budding anger. What was his problem?! Wasn’t he not enjoying it? This is why he didn’t want to be entangled with Lyle with all this confusion bullshit he kept getting from the man.

Before Fike can say anything, Lyle grabs hold of Fike’s arms and pulls him up to stand, and pushes his chest up against the tree. The wind is taken out of Fike on impact, a groan falling from his lips as Lyle kisses his neck. His tail wraps around Lyle’s leg when he feels the man grinding his cock into him, needing some sort of friction now.

“Fuck man, you getting needy on me now?” Fike groans, gripping the tree.

“Just tell me where you want it–”

Fike sneers, looking over his shoulder at Lyle, “The fuck kind of question is that, man?”

“The question of whether you want it in your pussy or asshole because either way, you’re gonna be spreadin’ em.”

Fike blushes, his ears pinned against his head as he looks back at Lyle. Lyle softly sighs, reaching around to unbutton and unzip Fike’s pants. He fiddles with it briefly before yanks down Fike’s pants and underwear to reveal a bare, blue-striped rear.

Lyle softly whistles, a grin forming on his face, “Damn, you got an ass on ya, man,” Lyle giggles.

Fike rolls his eyes, his tail unwrapping from Lyle’s leg to try and hide from the man’s prying eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Oh c’mon, I like it,” Lyle purrs, kissing Fike’s neck. His hands gently squeeze Fike’s ass before one hand moves around to the front. Calloused fingers explore Fike’s sex, massaging the outer lips of Fike’s vulva before slipping his middle and ring fingers inside. Lyle’s ears perk forward when he hears Fike gasp out, a moaning following it shortly after when Lyle begins to curl his fingers in and out of Fike in a slow, gentle motion.

“You like that, huh?”

“Shut up… Quit making it weird, man.”

Lyle giggles, nipping on Fike’s neck as he repeatedly pumps his fingers in and out of Fike’s pussy, feeling Fike slowly become wet. Lyle wanted to make sure he was ready before he tried anything. The last thing he needed to do was give a bad experience and then cut off any future thoughts of them sleeping together.

He soon feels what appears to be Fike’s clit grow, his brows slightly raising when he peaks to see Fike now erect and standing at attention, precum already leaking from the tip. Knowing both of Fike’s sexes were becoming aroused only made his chest swell with pride. He lets out a soft sigh, kissing the back of Fike’s neck as his fingers remove themselves from his head to wrap around his cock. He wastes no time stroking him, hearing Fike moan quietly.

Lyle then gets an idea. He pulls his hand away, prompting Fike to look over his shoulder with knitted brows before noticing Lyle reach back to his braid. They both lock eyes briefly, Lyle’s mouth flattening into a line. He glances down a little, thinking that maybe that was a bad idea. He starts to drop his braid before he sees Fike grab his own.

“Might as well,” Fike quietly sighs, “We already waited this long… right?”

Lyle lets a breath, “Right.” Taking the end of Fike’s braid, Lyle holds it up to his own. He watches how the pink tendrils wave and curl, looking for a connection before finally intertwining with one another. The both of them gasp out, the surge of energy washing over their nerves instantaneously. They belonged to each other now and could feel every emotion the other felt.

Right now. All they could feel was lust.

“Fuck, I can’t take this any longer,” Fike pants, pressing his forehead against the tree.

“Yea?” Lyle breathes out, “You want it that bad now?”

“Just shut up and put it in me,” Fike growls, his voice shaky.

“There you go being impatient.”

Lyle drops their connected braids, his hand lowering to stroke his cock. He places his hand on Fike’s hip and begins lining up with him, his other hand guiding his cock to Fike’s weeping slit.

“You sure you want to do this?” Lyle asks, slightly pushing through Fike’s folds.

“We already make the bond… No turning back now.”

Lyle slightly nods. He was right. There was no turning back now.

Holding Fike’s hips gingerly, Lyle pushes forward, feeling the tip of his length enter Fike. Both groan at this new sensation, Lyle slowly seating himself inside Fike until the knot stops outside his entrance. It was already beginning to swell.

Fike winces, bowing his head slightly as he grips onto the tree.

“You alright?” “Yea… Yea, just give me a second,” Fike chokes out, his brows knit together. His walls already began to constrict around Lyle’s length, his body slowly trying to get used to Lyle being inside him.

Lyle massages the shelves of Fike’s hips, the man softly humming. “Just relax… I won’t move unless you tell me to, alright?”

“Alright… Alright…” Fike groans, “Lyle, please….”

With permission granted, Lyle begins to draw his hips back slowly. He watches how the tip of his cock appears, threatening to slip out of Fike before thrusting back into him, causing Fike to groan loudly. That’s what Lyle wanted to hear. He wanted to hear Fike moan just like that. Lyle bucks his hips again experimentally before he finds a good pace. He doesn’t start too fast, but he doesn’t start too slow, either. It was enough for the both of them to enjoy themselves at first, enough to get Fike comfortable.

The quietness of the forest is filled with the groans and growls coming from the men as one is fucked against the tree. Fike raises his hand to his mouth, biting onto it as he groans and cries out as Lyle begins to pick up the pace, each thrust sending a surge of pleasure through the smaller man’s body. Lyle growls, pulling Fike’s arm away from his mouth to pin it against his back.

“Quit that… No one is around; I want to hear you,” Lyle purrs into Fike’s ear, nipping at the shell of it. He could feel his cock pulsating deep inside Fike, precum already oozing into his body. If Fike hadn’t sucked him off so quickly, he wouldn’t be fighting to keep himself from cumming too soon.

“Fuck–” Lyle hisses, “I’m gonna cum–”

“Already–? You’re fucking kidding me, Lyle–’’

“Dude, if you hadn’t sucked me off, I wouldn’t–” Lyle bites back a growl, “I wouldn’t be fighting this fucking hard not to.”

Lyle’s thrusts grow sloppy, his hips grinding into Fike’s. His groin was already coated with sweat and Fike’s fluids. It’s not long after Lyle thrusts roughly one last time into Fike, pushing his knot past Fike’s entrance. The bulb instantly swells up, locking them together as ropes of hot, white ejaculant shoot out from Lyle’s pulsating cock. He snarls, wrapping his arms tightly around Fike’s waist as he rocks his hips into him, riding out his orgasm.

“Holy shit…” Lyle whines quietly, pressing his forehead against Fike’s shoulder, swallowing hard.

Fike groans, pressing his forehead against the tree. “This is just great.”

Lyle pants, “What?”

“What about me?”

“What do you mean what about you?”

“You just–” Fike is cut off when he feels Lyle’s fingers wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke him quickly. Fike slightly doubles over and begins to thrust as best as he can into Lyle’s hand, his sensitive cock now pulsating, desperate for release.

“We ain’t done yet,” Lyle growls, biting onto Fike’s shoulder as he jerks him off quickly, his hips grinding into him. He wasn’t going to let himself be the only one to cum. He was going to make sure Fike came as well.

Fike cries out, his fingers digging into the tree's bark; the overwhelming feeling of being jerked off and having Lyle continue to rut into him was beginning to be too much. It was long after Fike stills himself, his thrusts halting as he began shooting his load onto the tree bark. Fike pants, his knees starting to buckle. He continues to hold onto the tree, trying to hold himself up against the tree with the help of Lyle holding him by the waist.

“Fuck… F-Fuck man,” Fike stammers, swallowing and then gasping out for air. His heart was beating nearly 90 miles an hour. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his heart was about to leap from his chest.

“Yea..? You enjoy yourself?” Lyle pants, nuzzling his cheek into his shoulder.

“Will you stop being weird about this if I say yes?”

Lyle chuckles, “You’re the only one being weird, Sean,” he says, reaching up to make Fike look over his shoulder at him so he could press his lips into his. Fike huffs against his lips, kissing him in return.

“Glad we got separated from the group after all, huh?” Lyle sighs.

“Sh..” Fike swallows, ‘Y’know… Yea... Yea, I’m glad we did.”

“Good… I wouldn’t have it any other way either.”

They both stand there against the tree, Lyle resting his head against Fike’s back as Fike stands up against the tree. For once, the both of them can relax in each other’s presence and enjoy the embrace of the other… Even if they were waiting for Lyle’s knot to deflate, neither would have it any other way.

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Recom Week Day 5: Awakening

Summary: Kekipi and Prager talk before they head to the final battle, giving each other hope things will turn out okay but they both have a rude awakening.

Word Count: 1,736

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RECORDING.

Kekipi sits on one of the lab’s computers in front of the camera. She was the only one in the lab, the last one recording their last journal entry… Well, more like an introduction video. It was meant to explain to their future self if they died what had happened to them and why they were in a new body that resembled a Na’vi. What the labcoats were calling “recombinants.” She and others in her unit had signed up that if they died during this upcoming battle, they would be guaranteed a second chance at life. Or so that’s what Selfridge was saying anyway. She never trusted a damn thing that goblin had to say half the time.

It was about an hour before she had to report to the scorpion that would fly her and the others out to their destination. She had to make this video and send it in before she left, but...

What was there to say? She just sits there, staring at herself, her lips drawn into a flat line. She sits there for several minutes, the video recording her stillness.

Come on. You got to say something. Kekipi softly huffs, rubbing the back of her neck. Well, here goes nothing. “If you’re watching this video, you must have concluded that you’re Kekipi Sauvage, and I must have died in action while fighting at the Na’vi stronghold an hour from now. They uh... Figured this would have been a good idea just in case something happens and just to explain what is going on. I’m sure you’re confused and all, but I will try and explain the best I can. They’ll be able to do it better, I’m sure. In short: you were given my memories and personality… a second change of life type of thing, I guess you could say. I…”

She shakes her head, running her hands through her hair and slightly bowing; this is so stupid. Was this recording going to be all for nothing? For sure, she would come out alive in this. She was sure she was… Even him.

“Pidge?”

Kekipi looks up, seeing someone familiar stand behind her through the camera. It was Josiah Prager, a soldier she had grown fond of since she had been on Pandora for the last few years. She looks over her shoulder at him and smiles, “Hey..”

“Hey… Doing your video?” he asks, walking over and pulling a chair beside her. “Why so late?”

“I didn’t want to do it.”

“How come? I did it, and you know as well as I do I sure as hell didn’t want to,” Josiah chuckles, reaching and placing a hand on her shoulder. “What’s troubling you, baby?”

Kekipi’s brows slightly furrow, placing a hand over his. “Just.. worried, is all.”

“Kekipi Sauvage? Worried? I don’t think I’ve heard that phrase before,” he smiles.

Kekipi rolls her eyes a little and smiles, “Josiah..”

“C’mere,” Josiah gently pulls her into him, pressing his lips to her temple. He quietly inhales before kissing her there. He rests his chin on the top of her head. “S’alright, Pidge. S’all gonna be alright.”

“I know... I know.”

“Then what is it? You’re normally not like this,” he pulls away, gingerly lifting her chin up so she would look up at him. “Talk to me.”

Kekipi softly exhales through her nose, her eyes searching for anything in his. Fear. Worry… Nothing. All she can see is confidence in those big, brown eyes of his. “I don’t know...”

Josiah sighs through his nose, his brows slightly knitting together as she looks down at his girlfriend. He then glances away, thinking for a moment about what to say. “Worried about me?”

“A little.”

He smiles, “Really? Worried about little ol’ me?” He laughs when she playfully punches him in the chest. He knows she’s usually confident in these situations and knows how to handle herself. Hell, even better than him sometimes, but… he would be lying if he wasn’t cautious for her.

“Look... There’s no need to worry, alright?” He tells her, caressing her cheek in his hand, “We’ll meet again… Don’t know where… don’t know when... But I know we’ll meet again, alright?”

Kekipi nods, “Right,” she swallows, her hand resting on his arm. Fingertips gently trace the intricate designs of his tattoo. “We always do… I know that…”

“Just keep smiling through this like you always do, alright? I want to see you smile... So, please? Just for me before we go?”

Kekipi looks up at him, the corner of her lips tugging upwards.

“Yea? Is that a smile I see, Pidge?”

“Shut up, Jo,” Kekipi huffs, finally allowing herself to smile, shaking her head slightly.

“That’s my girl,” he hums, leaning down to gently kiss her lips.

Kekipi softly hums, kissing him in return, relaxing in his arms.

30 MINUTES TILL DEPARTURE. REPORT TO YOUR STATIONS.

Kekipi gently pulls away from him, looking up at him and then at the camera. It was still recording. She softly sighs, “Well, guess if this gets looked at in the future, they’ll see that,” she chuckles.

“Good... Then she’ll see just how much I love you….” Josiah smiles.

“Yea,” Kekipi murmurs, watching him reach forward to turn the camera off.

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“Specialist Prager? Can you hear us?”

The voice murmured in Josiah's ears as if on the other side of a tunnel. He groaned, his eyes blurry as he woke up from what felt like the deepest sleep in his life. Lights soon shined into his now yellow orbs, his pupils growing small.

“Eyes are good,” one of the quiet voices hums, the voices getting louder as Prager continues to wake up. Soon there was the snapping of fingers in his ears. Loud snapping. His ears swiveled to the sound, his eyes widening as his vision cleared.

“Ears looking good too,” another scientist noted, scribbling in their notebook. “How’re you feeling, Specialist? Not feeling funny or anything?”

“Huh?” Prager winced, starting to sit up, placing a hand on his forehead as he closed his eyes.

“Easy. Don’t want to go too quickly. You’re not used to your new body.”

New body?

Prager opened his eyes again, looking at his arm and pulling it away. He was blue. Blue and tall. He suddenly felt his stomach sink. “F-Fuck!” He shouted, quickly jumping up from the examination table. The quick movement left him disoriented, catching himself on the nearest wall as he tried to scramble out of there.

“Specialist Prager, you need to sit down!”

This was some cruel joke, right? He had to be dreaming. He was lying in bed with Kekipi right now, right? All he had to do was wake up. He scrambles out of the lab in his hospital gown, shouting scientists urging him to sedate him can be heard behind him. He had to get out of there. As he exits the lab and down a small hall, he starts to hear another voice shouting. A voice that sounds like home to him. As he nears another lab, he looks in, seeing another recom. She was small and nearly melanistic with how dark her navy skin was. She had Kekipi’s hair and her voice.

Was... Was that her?

“Sauvage, please, you need to relax— You’re okay–”

“I’m okay? I’m fucking okay?! You can’t be shitting me. I wake up in a body I don’t fucking know and don’t know what the fuck is going on, and you expect me to be calm?!”

“Pidge?”

Kekipi looks up when she hears the familiar voice of her lover. Her ears perk up when she sees the light blue recom at the doorway. Her ears are slightly lower, her eyes narrowing as she stands up.

“Who are you?”

Prager’s brows furrow as she nears him, not answering him.

Kekipi looks him over, her eyes landing on his arm. Her ears perk up, reaching out and taking hold of his arm to look at the tattoo sleeve. It… It could have been him. Kekipi looks up at him, her ears pinned back as tears welled into her eyes, “Josiah…”

“Hey… Hey, s’alright,” Josiah murmurs, pulling her into him. “S’alright, Pidge. I’m right here..”

“What happened to you… what happened to me?!”

“I don’t know, but we’ll find out soon, okay? We’ll get answers soon enough.”

“This has to be some dream…”

“Trust me, that’s what I thought, but… I don’t think so, Pidge.”

“We’ll meet again… Don’t know where… don’t know when... But I know we’ll meet again, alright?”

Kekipi holds the bar, keeping herself in place as she floated in the ship. Her eyes scan the screen, watching what used to be her and Josiah kiss. So that’s what happened, huh? They got their tickets punched at that damned battle, but… it felt so surreal. It felt like a dream, but it was far from it.

Kekipi then looked over at Josiah as he watched his video. It was crazy. He was the man she had fallen in love with when she was human… But it felt strange seeing him in a new body. He was a lot younger and much more bluer than he was, but it was still the same Josiah, right? It had to have been. He remembered the pet name he had given her those years ago. Did he still have those feelings for her? Did that soul drive transfer those feelings? She softly huffed, seeing the man finish his video and then float over to her and take hold of her bar.

“So… Get any good insight?” Josiah asked before looking at the screen. His ears slightly perk up when he sees the two of them kissing. He smiles a little.

“Well, guess if this gets looked at in the future, they’ll see that,”

“Good... Then she’ll see just how much I love you….”

Kekipi shuts the video off before looking at Josiah; her ears perk up as she looks at him. Then, she softly huffs, “Well… You were right about one thing….”

“What’s that?” Josiah inquires softly, tilting his head to the side, his eyes glancing down to her lips before back to her yellow eyes.

“We would meet again,” Kekipi softly sighs, closing the distance and kissing him.

He reciprocates without hesitation, cupping her face as he holds the kiss for a moment before pulling away, his forehead pressed to hers.

“We always do…”

#recomweek #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #avatar fanfiction #oc #Prager #recom prager #Prager x OC #//accidentally called day 4 day 5 yesterday oopsies

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RAAAAAAA

Day 5 #RecomWeek "Awakening"

“𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳! 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳!”

Lark and Lyle's introduction wasn't exactly a meet-cute! @recom-week

This piece comes with a drabble!

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Day 5 - Mission -

I always thought the glowing cat eyes are cool, so here they are !

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Recom Files ch. 4: Attempted Apology

Quaritch tries to swallow his pride. Recom Week day 5 prompt: Apologies. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46198243/chapters/118800337 Gen Chapter word count: 448 Tags: Character study, slice of life, clones Recom Files is a collection of vignettes exploring 1st Recom Unit life.

#//ART

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RECOM WEEK /// DAY 5: AWAKENING --- Kal (OC) wakes up in an RDA medical facility, but all is not as it seems. @recom-week

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Recom week day 5 : Apologies [None]

With flavours of Arcane Crossover. Recom Jinx brings bombs to the lab, because of course she would.

I must admit this one doesn't sit well with me. I think the issue is that I'm too used to Jinx proportions, so a lot of the recom ones kept feeling wrong. Ah well, gotta learn to let it go!recomweek

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Day 5 of RecomWeek and the prompt for today is Mission, Quaritch and my recom oc Cecil on a mission in the forest of Pandora

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The final Mansk is in Omatikaya fashion, full tits out!!!

Thank you for coming on this Mansk ride with me during Recom week... Tomorrow I'll post the whole complete meme.

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Recom Week Day 4: Betrayal

Summary: After Lyle returns from being with the Ash people for a few months, he decides on whether or not to leave the RDA and make a new life in the clan. Fike confronts Lyle and tries to prevent him from leaving. TW: Strong Language, Minor Injury, Minimal Blood, Choking

Word Count: 1052

Enjoy!

@recom-week

Snow falls inside the globe as it is shaken. A gift from Sean Fike, his very best friend. It was a fantastic snow globe, but… He couldn’t take it with him. He was going to miss this snow globe. Miss Fike… Miss a lot of things about the RDA, but.. Maybe it was for the best to leave it behind. Lyle simply placed the snow globe on the table close to the door and returned to his backpack with some things in tow.

Zzzzt . The backpack was now filled nearly to the seams with necessary items and was zipped up and ready to go. Lyle stands there, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at it. He could hardly believe that he was doing this. He was making this step towards freedom.

Freedom. Yea, you could call it that. No more having to worry about orders. Instead, he would go by his own rules. Sure, he always was the type of man to walk to the beat of his drum, but he wouldn’t have to worry about the protocols of the RDA anymore.

No, not anymore.

He would fly out of there once he picked up his bag and got to Oakley. He would make his way back to her. Itka. She was waiting for him back at the Ash Clan, where he had been stationed for several months after he and Quaritch made contact. He hadn’t expected to want to live out there. Sure, it was different and was an extreme learning curve, but he never thought he would want that. He never expected to fall in love, either. Funny how that happened. One minute he was an extreme anti-Na’vi kind of guy, and the next? Wanting to have a family with a Na’vi woman.

Crazy right?

Lyle softly huffed, not paying attention to the sound of his door opening as he picked up his bag. Once it was on his shoulders, he went to turn and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw him.

Sean. Sean Fike.

“Jesus, man–” Lyle hisses, “Nearly scared the shit out of me,” he laughs a little.

Fike doesn’t laugh; he simply just stares at him. There is something in his hand.

“Hey, what do you got there, Fike?”

Fike doesn’t answer; he simply looks around at the backpack before looking back at Lyle.

“You gonna say something, Corporal, or what?”

Fike sighs, tossing the little box on the bed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Lyle cocks a brow, canting his head to the side, “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not, but I’m not getting–”

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Fike’s voice cracks slightly when he pops the question.

“Yes, but it’s not like–”

“I fucking knew it.” To hear that his best friend was leaving. Why? Why would he do that? Surely this was a mistake. This was a whole misunderstanding. The two of them were loyal. Loyal RDA soldiers. Loyal best friends. This wasn’t his Lyle.

“Fike, just listen, I–.”

“No. I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

“Fike if you just–”

“I said no! Do you hear yourself, Lyle?! Why are you leaving the RDA? Why are you leaving all of your friends? Why are you leaving me?!”

“Fike I’m not abandoning you, I just–”

“Yes, you are! Don’t pretend like I don’t know!” Fike’s eyes look like glass. “I know you’re going back to that fucking Ash Clan shit! Is there someone out there!?”

“Fike…”

“Shut up. Just…” Fike shakes his head. Knowing that his best friend, the man he was falling for, had fallen in love with someone else. Why? What had gone wrong? Was he not good enough for the lieutenant? What had he done to mess this up?

“Fike, you just need to calm down– I need to go,” Lyle walks around him to get to his door. Fike looks over his shoulder at him and abruptly turns, walking past Lyle and standing in front of the doorway. Lyle sneers slightly, “Get out of my way, Corporal.”

“No. You’re not going to that fucking clan,” Fike growls, pushing Lyle back a step.

Lyle pushes him right back. “Just watch me. You’re acting ridiculous.”

Lyle’s push causes Fike to lunge at Lyle, and both fall to the floor with a THUD . The two brawl, swinging fists and blocking each other’s blows. They roll around on the floor, bumping into objects close by. They hit against the tall, the snow globe falling and landing on the floor. Thankfully it did not shatter.

“Get the fuck off of me, man!” Lyle growls, trying to push Fike off of him when he is pinned. Fike’s hands suddenly wrap around Lyle’s throat and squeeze. Lyle growls out, grabbing his wrists to try to loosen his grip, but it is too much. He was quickly closing his airways, and the man was panicking. He scrambles, pushing and beating on Fike to free himself from his grip, but he can’t.

“You see what you’ve made me do, Lyle!? How could you do this to me? I thought we were pals. You betrayed me!!”

Lyle couldn’t respond, for his airways were being blocked off. He tried getting free, thrashing around under Fike’s grip. Suddenly, Lyle saw something out of the corner of his eye that was within reach:

The snowglobe.

Lyle growls, glaring up at Fike as he quickly takes hold of the snow globe.

“I thought we had something, Lyle! I fucking lov–”

CRACK!

The snow globe comes across the side of Fike’s head, shattering on impact. Fike’s eyes roll back into his head, and his grip immediately loosens as he falls onto the ground. He lays there unconscious, the side of his head bleeding. Lyle gasps out when his airways return to normal, the man coughing. Jesus, that man had a good grip on him. He then looks down at Fike. He was shaking, his nerves torn up all to hell after that. What had gotten into Fike? Should he have been happy for him?

Apparently Not.

Lyle sighs, shaking his head as he stands up. “I’m sorry, man,” Lyle mutters, closing his eyes briefly before opening them up. It was time to go. He steps over Fike and out the door, shutting it behind him.

#recomweek #recomweek2023 #lyle wainfleet #sean fike #fike x lyle #lyle x navi #fanfic #avatar fanfiction #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #//shortest fic I've done for this week oop

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OK for day 3 of @recom-week , hear me out-

Size Difference 😈 Shy scientist x Big Recom Colonel.

EXPLICIT CONTENT 🔞

Yknow how Garvin is all impressed and shy around Quaritch, and how Q absolutely disrespects this man?

Anyway it stirs something inside of the big blue alien 😌

Garritch time <3

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Recom Week Day 3: Size Difference

Summary: Mansk and Dr. Reyes have a chat after Kekipi's escape from The Cradle (Simulacra AU owned by @chelbizzaro). Later that evening, Mansk makes it a mission to make it so he's in full control of his psycher.

TW: TW: Strong Language, Non/Dubcon, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Breeding Kink

Word Count: 3,972

Enjoy!

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The Cradle’s facility was predominately quiet early that morning until the sound of heavy boots stepping on tiled floors outstretching along a quiet hallway could be heard. Gunnery Sergeant Arthur Mansk wipes the sweat from his brow as he goes down to the Rec room to collect his psycher now that he is done with early morning P.T. There weren’t many other places he trusted to leave the blood manipulator. Still, he knew she was safe in there… and wouldn’t cause too much trouble while he was away. Not that he was worried about her safety or anything.

He knew she could handle herself, but… he appreciated knowing her whereabouts. After all, it was about being a psycher’s handler—right? Being on top of things and keeping their psycher in check.

He thought he was doing a pretty good job at that, or so it seemed.

As he nears the entrance of the Psycher’s Rec room, his ears perk up, curious to see what Kekipi was up to while he was away. He peers into the room window, noticing Kekipi peacefully sleeping on the couch. The corner of his lips slightly tugs into a slight smile.

It had been a while since he had seen her sleep as peacefully as she did, especially after her near escape. Things had been rocky between them after that, but things got better. The smile stays planted on his face before it quickly fades, his stoicism returning when he hears: “Gunnery Sergeant Mansk?”

Mansk turns to see Dr. Navarro, Dr. Reyes’s right hand.

“What can I assist you with, Dr. Navarro?” Mansk inquires.

“Dr. Reyes has requested your presence in his office, Sir.”

What?

Mansk’s ears slightly pin back, his brows knitting together; he looks at Kekipi, who is still sound asleep on the couch on the side of the glass once more. Not a worry in the world.

“Mansk?”

Mansk does not turn his head. “I’ll be down shortly.”

“I wouldn’t keep him waiting if I were you, Mansk. Let’s take a walk, shall we?” Dr. Navarro insists, looking at Mansk, who continues peering through the window moments. Mansk then turns and exhales through his nostrils, before he follows Dr. Navarro down the hallway to the lab.

“Any idea what Dr. Reyes wants to discuss?”

“If I knew, I would tell you. But, he wouldn’t even discuss it with me.”

Mansk’s ears were slightly laid back, a subtle sneer forming on his typically stoic features at Navarro’s words. Of course, he was just as untrustworthy as his boss, but Mansk relaxed his features before they entered the lab.

Dr. Reyes sits at his desk, holding some papers as he reads over the pages. Yellow eyes scan the page before they flicker up at the sound of the door opening. When he sees Mansk and Dr. Navarro enter the room, he smiles and plops the papers down onto the mahogany desk, and leans back into his seat. “Ah, Gunnery Sergeant Mansk. What a present surprise.”

“Dr. Reyes,” Mansk addresses with a nod of his head. “You asked for me?”

“Yes, I did. Do not worry, though; you are not in trouble.” Reyes shifts in his seat, elbow resting on the arm of the chair. He gestures to Navarro, “Dr. Navarro, will you give us a moment alone, please?”

Dr. Navarro nodded and left the two, closing the lab doors behind him. Dr. Reyes’s yellow-eyed gaze fixes on Mansk now that they are left alone. “So tell me. How are things going with the psycher of yours? What was her name again? Kekipi, wasn’t it?”

“Yes sir,” he nods, “Kekipi has been fine. I haven’t had any issues with her at all.”

Reyes leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the desk, chin resting on the tops of his hands. The narrowing of his eyes and pursing his lips caused the other to become cautious. “Is that so?”

“Yessir.”

Reyes stares at the Gunnery Sergeant, yellow orbs nearly staring holes into the other’s skull. There’s a soft chuff, upper lip rising to short the points of fangs. “Do you think it wise to lie to me?”

The thick brows of Mansk’s face slightly raise. “Sir?”

“I will not repeat myself.”

“I’m not following what you’re getting at. We’ve–”

“Clearly,” The scientist's voice raises, ears laying flat on the sides of his head, “there have been issues regarding the blood-manipulating psycher. Do not test me.”

“There have been misunderstanding, yes, not issues.”

Reyes sneers slightly, “Then, please. Elaborate, Mansk. Tell me how exactly Corporal Wainfleet’s lying about the incident involving your psycher trying to escape on that damned hybrid direhorse of yours. He has no reason to lie to me.”

Mansk’s jaw clenches. Reye smirks, slightly canting his head to the side.

“Relax that jaw of yours, Mansk. You know damn well if you hadn’t of allowed her control of the animal in an open area, she wouldn’t have escaped.”

“I had no inkling that she would do that.”

“And you fucking trusted her enough to do that? Were you decanted yesterday, Mansk? You know her conniving nature just as I do. She is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And on top of that, you are much larger than she is. You could have overpowered her and prevented an attempted escape.”

“Sir, she was on the fucking horse!”

“Hold your tongue, Gunnery Seargent, before I cut it off myself. That does not matter. You know as well as I do that you have the necessary tools to take her down.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and then exhales through his nostrils. “Balcom had full faith that you could handle this task while I had my doubts; clearly, you are proving to me that you are not. If you continue on this road of allowing her to walk all over you, I will be forced to decommission the psycher by my hand or have them transferred to another handler such as Radna who-”

“No!” Mansk interjects, his ears pinned back.

“No?” Reyes smirks, leaning forward in his chair slowly. “And why not?”

Mansk clears his throat, “The psycher’s powers are very much needed by Balcom’s efforts in his vision. Someone wielding such hemokinetic powers is needed for combat and the science wing.”

A crooked smile begins to form on Reyes’s face. “You’re just now realizing that?”

“No sir. With all due respect– I wasn't aware of the level of commitment, Dr. Reyes-””

“Clearly not,” Reyes roars as he stands abruptly from his desk. “If you knew just how much commitment it takes to handle those freaks of nature, you wouldn’t have allowed it to happen in the first place. Now,” he growls, “how are we going to fix this, hm?”

“Following Corporal Wainfleet's direction, I will better my understanding on how to maintain the asset.” “Will you now?” Reyes rises from his chair.

Reyes walks over to Mansk, holding his hands behind his back as he gazes down at the recom. His own creation. He looks Mansk over, canting his head to the side before he begins to circle the marine. He stops behind him, mercilessly grabbing his queue and yanking him back against him, the scientist looming over the marine’s shoulder. Mansk quietly growls, clenching his jaw at the pain throughout his kuru and into his head.

Reyes gets close to Mansk’s ear. The feeling of his hot breath causes the hairs on the back of Mansk’s neck to stand on end.“Who’s the handler? Hm? Because the last time I checked, the records said it was supposed to be you.” Mansk stiffens, his voice hoarse. “Yessir. It won't happen again."

“Good. She is yours to control; start acting like it.” Reyes roughly pushing Mansk a couple of steps as he lets go of his queue. Mansk gasps when his kuru is released, the throbbing pain still upon him but not as bad as it was.

Reyes steps back to his desk, sitting down. “Now get out of my sight and collect your asset from the psycher rec room.”

Without another word, Mansk turns and leaves the lab, the sliding doors locking shut back him.

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Mansk spits into the sink before turning the knob to cease further water flow, wiping his mouth clean of any toothpaste or mouthwash that may have been left on his mouth. He places his hands on the counter, staring at the sink bowl before looking at himself in the mirror. His ears pinned back, that damned voice still booming in his head. It was just like the aching pain in his kuru. It was going to bug him for the rest of the night.

“You alright in there?” A voice can be heard from the bedroom. Mansk looks over his shoulder and walks to the doorway. He leans against the doorway, looking over at the 6’8 psycher who is currently undressing. Her back was to him, bent down as she pushed her cargo pants down her legs. Mansk slightly cants his head to the side, taking in the intoxicating sight of his psycher. While black lacy panties covered her sensitive sex, it was enough to make the tip of Mansk’s cock begin to emerge from its sheath from within his sweatpants.

Kekipi looks back at him, her brows slightly knitting together as she stands up and turns around; as she reaches back to unclip her bra and toss it onto a nearby chair. Mansk follows where the bra lands before his ears focus on her again. He can’t help but have his eyes wander over her, her form more diminutive than his own. Eyefucking was a behavior that Mansk had picked up after his attraction for Kekipi had begun to grow. It was funny how he wasn’t aware that he was doing it until Ja pointed it out to him one day and teased him for it.

“What?” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

He doesn’t respond; instead, he closes the distance between them, hoisting her into the air without a word, wrapping her legs around his waist. Kekpi instinctively wraps her arms around his neck, softly gasping when he crashes his lips into hers. His tongue swipes across her lower lip, begging for entrance. His tongue invades her mouth when she complies, fighting with hers for dominance. Mansk carries her over to the bed, laying her down on her back, still in his arms. His torso covers her entirely, her legs still hooked around his hips as he kisses her. He grinds his hips into hers, grunting into her mouth. One of his hands reaches up and kneads her breast, making Kekipi moan into his mouth.

He pulls away to look down at her, gazing down at her. She quietly breathes, swallowing as she looks up at him. He swallows, leaning down to kiss her neck, and nips at it momentarily.

“Mansk..”

“Please, Kekipi… I need you so goddamn bad,” he suckles on her neck, making her shiver. “Just the tip… We’ll take things slow, yea? You like the sound of that?” He growls before sitting up. He then pats her on the thigh.

“Ass up for me, sweetheart,” he hums quietly. Calloused fingertips caress the skin of her hip to entice her into doing as he requested. Sure enough, she does as he asks without much protest. She rolls over to stand on her hands and knees before lowering her torso until her chest rests on the bed. Her ass now upright and on display for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, patting her twice on the hip as he positions himself behind her on the bed, opting to sit on his knees. He momentarily pulls his hand away from her thigh, pushing down his sweatpants to expose his sheath. The purplish-blue tip is peaking out, already wet with the natural lubricant his sheath produced. He reaches down, fingertips massaging the sensitive gland. His cock slowly slides out at Mansk’s touch, twitching and oozing precum once entirely out.

Mansk pulls his hand away from himself and scoots up closer to her, his hand returning to her hip to steady her. He presses his hips into hers, the tip of his cock prodding firmly against her covered sex before sliding between her thighs. It’s enough to make Kekipi jump and start to flee, but he quickly takes hold of her forearm, pinning it behind her back and pressing her into the bed.

“Easy... Easy…” he coos. “We’re taking this slow, remember? Just calm down.”

His tail whips back and forth behind him, revealing the excitement that can’t be seen on stoic blue features. With her still pinned to the bed, his hips grind into hers. His knotted cock frots against her clothed pussy. His movements are slow at first, focusing on getting her to relax and understand he isn’t going to go back on his promise. They would go slow like he said, knowing the psycher was not used to receiving dick as big as his– especially one adorned with a knot. The thought of her taking him all – knot included – made it nearly impossible for him to want to go faster with his thigh fucking.

It’s not until he hears a soft moan from his psycher that he picks up the pace of his thrusts, finding a good rhythm. His thumbs rub the small of her back in circles as he fucks her thighs. He grunts, closing his eyes as his hands tighten their grip on her.

Mansk’s hands would release her hips and hold her thighs, pushing them together to make the space between her thighs tighter. Her muscular yet plush thighs felt amazing around his cock, but he wanted to feel more than just that around him.

Kekipi tries to bite back a few moans, biting her wrist as she feels him rubbing against her, heat pooling at her core. Hearing those muffled little moans only egged him on, his thrusts into her thighs becoming quicker. He needed something more than just her thighs.

Mansk withdraws his cock out from between her thighs after a few moments. He huffs, looking down at his cock as it jumps in excitement as if it knew exactly what would come next. He then hooks a finger around the crotch of her panties, pulling them to the side to reveal her weeping slit. His thumb gently opens her up. Goddamn, she was beautiful.

“Someone’s excited~” he purrs, admiring her excitement.

“Shut up, Arthur…” She quietly growls, embarrassed.

Mansk can’t help but giggle at her response. He strokes himself a few times as he gazes down at her. Then, he gently pushes his index and middle fingers inside, causing Kekipi to mewl. She eagerly accepts his thick digits as they curl and pump in and out of her, her body relaxing around him. As often as he’s fingered her in the past and her being able to take him so well, he’s confident she’d be able to take his cock. He pulls his fingers from her and admires the slick coating that’s left on it. Next, he presses his thumb to his index and middle fingers together before slowly pulling apart, watching her juices stretch and web out between them.

Mansk hums quietly, lifting his fingers to his mouth briefly to run his tongue over them before reaching down to take hold of his length. He lines himself up with her and gently taps her vulva with his cock. The mushroom head gently presses against her entrance several times, testing the waters.

“Just the tip… Right?”

“Yea.. yea, just the tip, sweetheart…”

He firmly presses his hips into her, her body's resistance causing him to grunt and mumble for her to relax again. As soon as her body relaxed, the head of his cock slipped inside. This prompted Kekipi to gasp and Mansk to let out a breath. It was all he could do not to immediately bury himself in her. Holding onto her hips, he watches the tip disappear and slowly pulls back out repeatedly. He steadies his breath, his fingers massaging the skin of her hips as he continues with his gentle, extremely shallow thrusts.

Her quavering mewling causes a shiver to go through his entire being. She made such the cutest sounds for someone who presented them like she did, big and bad. He takes his eyes away from their connecting sexes to see how she is faring.

The psycher’s eyes were closed, her brows were slightly raised, and her mouth agape as she occasionally let out a soft mewl or moan. God, she was beautiful like this. He swallows, taking her all in before he can hear that fucking Columbian accent purring in the back of his head:

Who’s the handler? Last time I checked the records, it was supposed to be you.

Mansk lets out a sigh, Fuck it.

His grip slightly tightens on her hips, his hips pushing further into her, pushing himself further inside her until the deflated bulb at the base of his cock nudges against her small entrance. Kekipi’s breath catches, too busy trying to overcome the overwhelming feeling of discomfort in her lower half to bark at him for going back on his promise. Jesus, she was painfully tight. Mansk growls, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her shoulder, sending a shiver through Kekipi’s body.

“You need to relax, babydoll,” Mansk grunts.

“Easy for you to say–” she whines. “You don’t have–”

“Shhh..” He whispers, pressing another kiss to her shoulder and then her ear, “Sooner you relax, the sooner the discomfort will subside… Just relax for me. I want to make you feel good.”

Then, he suddenly gets an idea. Mansk takes hold of his braid and pulls back the black hairs that covered the pink tendrils of the queue, wriggling around as they searched for a connection. He then takes hold of Kekipi’s synthetic queue and brings it to his.

Maybe Reyes was right. She was his and only his; he should do damn well what he pleased.

“Hey, wait– What are you–”

“Shh... It’ll make things a lot better.”

The pink tendrils of their queues wriggle at each other before each tendril fastens itself around another. As soon as the connection is made, pupils blow up instantaneously, a soft gasp escaping them simultaneously.

Good. Now he could feel exactly what she felt as she could with him.

Mansk’s hand returns to her waist now that he has made the tsaheylu, massaging her waist with his fingertips to put her at ease. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

When she seems to be relaxed around him, his hips pull back slightly, almost pulling out before giving an experimental thrust, earning a moan from her. He pulls his black t-shirt off and tosses it to the side before doing it again, finding a slow rhythm. God, how he couldn’t get enough of her. He was pleased, seeing how well she was taking him, as if her body was made perfectly for him.

“Look at you… you’re doing such a good job,” he breaths, his thumbs pushing into her waist as he thrusts into her. His pace begins to quicken now; the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin.

His ears perk up when he hears her moan, but they sounded muffled. She was biting on her wrist. One of his hands leaves her hip to gingerly grab her wrist and pull it away from her mouth. He leans over top of her, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“There’s no need to hold back, sweetheart… I know you’re enjoying it,” Mansk breathes into her ear, nipping the pointed shell.

Thank god for that synthetic queue… She wasn’t able to deny how she felt to him anymore. That fact alone made him swell with pride, knowing he was bringing her immense pleasure. He straightened back up, his thrusts becoming harder and quicker now that he knew she was enjoying herself.

“Arthur… Arthur, please…!”

“That’s a good girl… Let me hear you…”

Kekipi’s mewls and cries of pleasure accompany the sound of slapping skin, her walls fluttering around his cock pistoning inside of her over and over again. He could tell she was about to finish. He’s felt this around his fingers or tongue before, but the sensation now being experienced on his length and her moaning his name was enough to drive him up a wall. He grunts, closing his eyes tightly. He needed to focus on getting her to cum and keeping himself together, the bulb at the base of his cock already starting to swell slightly. It begged for entrance, wanting to lodge itself inside Kekipi.

He leans down over her, wrapping his arms around her body and keeping her close to him as his thrusts now became erratic, desperate to get her to cum before he did.

“Come on... Don’t hold back on me, sweetheart,” he growls, demanding her to cum.

Not long after his demands, she finally cries out his name one last time, her walls constricting around him as her orgasm washes over her body. He presses his forehead into her shoulder, his eyes closing tightly and his brows knitting together. His thrusts become sloppy and erratic; he couldn’t hold back much longer. He needed to get that knot inside her immediately.

“I’m gonna breed this cunt and make you fucking mine,” Mansk snarls, punctuating his sentence with one final hard thrust, forcibly lodging his knot inside her pussy, the force hard enough to cause Kekipi to cry out in pain. It almost felt like he was ripping her in two, and he could also feel that surge of pain. He can then feel the jolt attacking his nerves thanks to their bond. He ruts his hips into her desperately as several thick, sticky white ropes of cum shoot out into her body. It is enough to seep out from around the knot, coating his groin and the back of her thighs in a mixture of his seed and her fluids as he grinds into her for several more seconds before he is finally done ejaculating.

Mansk places a hand on her stomach, gently maneuvering both sweaty bodies to lay in the spooning position. He hooks her leg over him, pressing soft kisses to her neck and shoulder. Vibrations form from deep within his chest, lowly purring as he kisses the side of her face, turning her face so he can tenderly kiss her on the lip before hugging her close to him, burying her face into her shoulder. Kekipi softly pants, laying her head back on his bicep as she closes her eyes. Her body was now used to the feeling of the knot inside her.

“You did so well, baby,” he softly hums into her ear, kissing it and then the side of her head. His tail wraps around her thigh. “I know that knot was the hardest part, but you did me proud taking it the way you did..”

Kekipi softly mewls, nuzzling her cheek into his bicep as she swallows. “Glad to hear that…” she turns, kissing his lips before laying her head back down. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while…”

“Good, means I did my job right,” he chuckles, kissing the side of her head again.

“That you did,” She softly sighs, closing her eyes, and she relaxes against him.

“That’s it… Just get some rest… we’ll be stuck like this for a while,” he tells her, relaxing behind her as he massages her stomach and thigh. He wouldn’t have this any other way now. She was truly his now, and no one could take that away from him. He wouldn’t let that happen as long as he was still standing.

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