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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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RECOMe again?

The reader must navigate interacting with their fellow recoms despite having betrayed them as a human! Does anyone know their secret?

Chapter 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5, 6

Notes: Y/N (Your name), Y/LN (Your last name), na'vi dialogue in bold, fic will contain swearing, violence, gore, and especially for this one SMUT, including multiple partners, penetration, oral (male receiving), threesomes

If there are any specific triggers people would like warned for let me know (^・ω・^ )

Tag list: @buzzing-honeybee @lazyassmermaid @secretflowerobservation @hihhasotherfixations @perseny @ratchetprime211 @symptoms-of-moonlight @totesnothere04 @bxnnywriting @itsyoboysparkel @graysonmalik2550 @sssophia0-0 @genderless-ghosty-boi

Chapter 7

You awoke to pain. Your head felt like it would burst and your face and sides ached. Clearly they'd been rough with your unconscious form.

You kept your head low, trying to access your surroundings without alerting anyone to your awakened state. With eyes still shut you couldn't tell a lot. Your hands were cuffed to a railing but your feet were free. There was some kind of gag in your mouth, likely to stop you biting anyone.

Around you there were sounds of frantic movement. People rushing to and from across metal grating. The loud clunk of their boots rattling it. You must be on a railing of a mining outpost but why? Why hadn't they taken you to a more secure base yet.

You peaked slowly, only opening your eyes millimeters at a time. One of the abandoned mining facilities. A larger one too, you were in a control room overlooking the quarry shackled to the railing leading down to the catwalks.

The human's looked like RDA, mainly military types. They scrambled to get into positions as an alarm blared out. Distantly you could hear gunfire and it was approaching.

"God dammit!" A man screamed and stormed in from your left. You closed your eyes again. "Can anyone get me a location!? Huh!?" The voice wasn't familiar to you. His steps approached, stopping in front of you.

He cracked something against the side of your face, yelping you opened your eyes to glare at him. He stood in front of you, gun in hand but not pointed directly at you. Your eye ached from the impact, the feeling of blood trickling down from your brow. He didn't say anything as a new alarm caught his attention and he stormed off.

Looking past him there was a wall of screens. He frantically searched each the for something. It was hard to tell from the shaking movements and darkness what was happening but they were direct feeds from the soldiers outside. It seemed to be raining heavily and the flash of gunfire was they only thing that lit up the night.

As you both watched the screens started to blink out. Each solider that fell leaving a blank space on the wall. You caught it then, through the camera feed. Quaritch slamming into a solider before turning and gunning the man watching him.

You froze, blood stilling in your veins. Where they really that desperate to kill you? That they'd go against General Ardmore, attack their own just to end things themselves.

The man turned back to you. Frantically he crossed the room towards you, barking orders. His men moved to cover the entrances as he approached. He fumbled with your cuffs, tugging you by them towards the center of the room. You were heavier than he could easily manage. He swore repeatedly under his breath, grabbing at your queue to pull you.

You screeched through your gag, the painful grip and pull against such a sensitive part unbearable. He smacked the gun against your face again.

"Shut up, shut up!" He repeated. His face slick with a cold sweat as he and his men looked panicked.

It had gone painfully quiet now. The pitter patter of rain on metal the only sound in the night. You could feel your own heart racing. Was it better to have died with them or now by your own teams hands.

Something grabbed the gun of the man standing closest to the door. Pulling him up and out of sight with a quick yelp. The rest swiveled to where he'd been. Behind the man on the other side of the room a dark outline jumped down. A long knife went right through him, causing him to fire into the open room.

His spray took down a couple of men, the rest diving for cover. The man held your queue tight, ducking behind your form. They returned fire but the shape had vanished. Quiet settled again, only broken by panicked breathing and rain.

They appeared from the catwalk you'd been cuffed too. Firing out they took out the last of the soldiers in the room. They called clear to the rest.

Zdinarsk and Mansk appeared up the catwalk steps guns drawn and pointed to you. Lyle and Prager came in from the side, water dripping down serious expressions. Miles came in last, soaked in more than rain and face furious.

You could feel your lip quiver at the sight of them. You'd never thought what it must have been like to be on the receiving end of their skills. Lyle and Mansk were too playful for the violence they'd wrought. Prager and Zdinarsk had always been so kind to you, their faces alien now.

You'd always known how dangerous your colonel was. Your first day you'd been terrified in the safety briefing. You'd been a nervous wreck after the stories you'd heard. He'd been so much more since then, kind, funny, thoughtful but it all seemed to slide away now.

He stalked closer, muscles twitching for violence. His was not the only tail that swished back and forth, eager for the kill? Though with the rain heightening the scent, they smelt agitated and afraid? Cold sharp pain hit your queue. You winced through the gag, the man behind your holding a blade firmly to it.

"Back off!" He screeched, a manic sound. "I swear I'll kill her, just back off." Your former friends stilled. Miles lowering his weapon a little, the others following suit. Glances past between them, worried looks? Miles eyes darted across your form, fixing on the blood you could feel run down your neck from your queue.

The man dug the blade in further and Miles fully dropped his weapon, the clattering of other guns hitting the metal rang out.

"Good...good. We do this nice and easy now." He stood, voice trembling. You were tugged up with him, stuck in an awkward half crouch in front of him.

"I'm gonna back off here and we go our separate ways. No harm done." He shuffled back, bumping against bodies but refusing to look from the others. Miles eyes darted back to your brow as he finished his sentence. His nose flared, furious expression still in place. Even from across the room you could here the growl in his throat.

You didn't want to go with him. There was no escaping your former friends, not at this disadvantage. Still you were sure you'd meet a better death with them than back at base.

He didn't expect your movement, flinging your head back to hit his nose. He howled, dropping the knife. You rolled forward, away from him. Quaritch wasted no time, barreling forward and knocking the man to the floor. He screamed and kicked as his tiny head was held between giant blue hands. With a sickening crack his skull gave in and his legs stopped moving.

The room was still for what felt like hours. Breathing slowed and settled around you, scents becoming calm, happy even. Your own agitated tail drooped, as did your ears. You sat there, kneeling on the metal, awaiting your fate.

Miles stood, wiping his hands first against the man's own shirt. You looked up at him, his face now a line, unreadable. He held out a hand and you took it. No reason to try anything, you just hoped it'd be over quick. He brought you to your feet, other hand brushing near your head wound. You winced as he made contact, that hand flinching away. He was being so delicate with you, when his eyes met your own you felt the tears falling.

"I..." You were cut off, suddenly pulled into his chest. He held you close, squeezing you in but not crushingly so. You wept, not understanding what was happening anymore. More bodies crushed around you, hands reaching to ruffle your hair or just to hold you.

When he finally pulled away you'd regained some composure. Looking around at the grinning faces. Lyle was next to Miles, reaching out to hold your waist. He whistled, twisting your hips in a swaying motion.

"What on Earth are you wearing?!" You couldn't help but laugh. Of all the questions you and them must have, of course Lyle's was about your lack of clothing. Others seemed to share this, laughing along with you.

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In the end questions had to wait. Back up would arrive soon and you had to be clear of danger. Miles had kept you close, holding you against him as you made your way back to the trees. To your great shock, Ikrans awaited you. Mansk had laughed at your scream, stopping to lift you up onto Miles' banshee.

He held you close as you flew, hand against your bare stomach, holding you flush to his chest. He spoke into your ear telling you where you were headed, base camp. You recognized it though only through pictures. Grace's old school building, still standing strong amongst the trees. They'd been using it for a while now.

Once inside and with everyone, you told it all. Every secret you'd kept from before you were brought back to now. You expected something then but still your friends didn't anger. Well Mansk did seem irritated that you'd stolen his sunglasses back in the locker room but had forgiven it.

Lyle insisted he knew something was up but that he'd honestly not guessed that it was that. Zdinarsk too seemed to have a look of realization when you'd mentioned testing to see if she'd be open to helping. Only Miles remained entirely silent.

"I can't say I'm not pissed." You stared at him, feeling everyone else's gaze dart between you both.

"None of us can go back now." He stayed leaning against the wall, everyone else sat in na'vi sized chairs around the table you'd sat on.

"What?" You asked, still not really understanding what had happened.

"We broke off communication, went after you, against orders. Ardmore's pissed called for us all to get captured, reprogrammed or somethin'. Met a few squads before we heard they had you. Picked up the banshees by then, nomad tribe passed through. Been givin' us some heads up about stuff out here." Miles explained, eyes never leaving yours.

"Yeah should have seen him when he heard they'd caught you. Went all rambo on their asses. Full berserk..." Prager snapped his mouth shut as Miles shot him a look. Still you couldn't help the emotion that swelled inside you.

They'd never wanted you dead, they'd been looking for you. Trying to get you back and safe with them. You hopped down, rushing over to Miles. You wrapped your arms around him, burying yourself in his chest.

"I'm so sorry." You spoke, loud enough for all. His hand came up, stroking your hair as you smushed your face in deeper.

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You fell into a routine out here. Using the skills Spider had taught you and teaching them in turn. The land was fruitful, plenty to hunt and gather around here. You'd likely need to move again if RDA got a whiff of you here but until then this was home.

You'd had a chance to talk to Miles about Spider. Being honest about how you'd grown close to him. How he'd ultimately wanted to be with the Sullys, well more specifically Kiri. You wondered if there would be a place with him in the future. If the na'vi would ever come to accept you all now. Maybe one day, but for now this was home and Miles was content.

You ate Lyle's kill around a fire that night. His first clean hunt and he was so proud. Mansk had taken to the fire to prepare and cook the meat, Zdog hanging around for first dibs.

Miles tugged you down into his lap, caging you in with strong arms while he spoke to Lyle. You tried to keep up with the conversation but his hands kept running up and down your bare thigh. Then to your hip where he pressed your barely covered ass to his crotch. Rolling you against his hardening member. You could so easily feel the outline through his trousers when he'd been soft but now it was unbearable.

You were distracted by a moan across from you. Zdog was between Prager and Mansk, the latter kissing at her neck while Prager kissed her lips. He broke away kissing down her collar to where he was fondling her breast. You felt heat pool at the sight before a sharp tug brought you back to your own situation.

Lyle watched you with hooded eyes as you felt Miles undoing his belt behind you. You moved your head to get a look at what he was doing but Lyle took your face in his hands. Turning you back to him and kissing you. It was soft and slow, his tongue lazily swiping your lip before entering your mouth. He moaned into you as you felt Miles hands kneading your hips.

His fingers tucked under the thin fabric, shifting it to the side as you felt the tip of his head against you. Arousal shivered through you, bucking back against him.

"Eager huh?" You felt him whisper into your ear. "Aww Lyle do you think they deserve it huh?" He rubbed his tip back and forth, circling you.

"Ah I dunno boss...been slacking around here." Lyle had broken from you, spit stringing between yours and his lips. His hand ran across your torso as he spoke, leaning forward to nip at your now exposed nipples.

"Hmm I think you're right, gonna have to earn it." Lyle leaned back, unbuckling his own belt and removing his trousers. You reached towards him, eager to help, to touch. Miles caught your wrists, bringing them back and behind you. He held them in one hand as the other lightly slapped your behind.

"nuh-huh, you don't get to play just yet." Miles groped and squeezed your ass before slapping it again, earning a yelp. He smirked at you, turning your head back to Lyle. He was bare infront of you now, kneeling with his cock hard and at attention. Miles' hand ran down your spine then pushed.

You fell forward, Lyle's hands catching you, before positioning you at his head.

"Careful boss" he hissed before his head lulled back. You'd taken the opportunity to run your tongue up his balls. Nudging them slightly with your nose before placing light kisses up his length. You felt him shudder, a low moan escaping.

"See, they know what their doing." He drawled behind you, his hand running down lower to hold your tail. It wrapped its self around his arm and he chuckled.

You wondered if Lyle had fantasized about this before. You'd heard he and Mansk had fooled around a bit but considering how much he liked being bossed around he must have. You took his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him in further. He hissed again, hand moving to grip into your hair.

You sucked him further before you felt Miles tugging you back by the tail. You couldn't complain, mouth still full of Lyle, so instead you just sucked. Lyle gripped you back down bobbing your head in a slow rhythm, careful not to push too far.

Zdog's own moans felt miles away right now. The lewd sounds across the way their own other world. You felt Miles again, running his tip down your ass, lining himself up.

"Good..." He purred, sliding inside pushing you further against Lyle. You gagged a little, recovering quickly before he was shoved deeper by Miles thrusts. Lyle was lost in his own pleasure, balls slapping against your chin as Miles set the pace behind you.

Lyle dropped lower onto his knees, arching you up, Miles now hitting deeper into you. His hand traced down your queue, you felt the familiar tingle as the fibers locked together. Only it shot through you with far more intensity than before. You felt blinded by the pleasure, every nerve burning with it. It was almost too much to bear, tears pricking your eyes but it felt too good to stop.

As best you could see Lyle's own queue was forward too, all three resting on your back and bound. You didn't even know they could do that but it felt amazing, being connected to them both like this.

You moaned around Lyle as you felt his release fill your mouth. He slipped out of you allowing your own pleasure to become more vocal as his seed spilled from your lips. He seemed transfixed on your face as it did.

Miles pulled you up, hand slipping up your chest to your throat. He groaned and growled behind you loosing himself in the pleasure of it all. Now bouncing in his lap, Lyle watching as the pleasure was still flowing back to him through the neural connection.

"How 'bout you help our love," Miles practically groaned out, not a question but an order. Lyle moved quickly, his mouth joining Miles between your legs.

Between the sensations and feedback through the queue you weren't gonna last much longer. Twitching and screaming through the strongest orgasm you'd ever felt. Your own pleasure slamming back into Miles and tipping him over the edge too. His hips stuttered and he road out his own climax as he moaned in your ear.

He slipped out, still holding your limp body against his. Queues all still connected, firing the content feeling through you all. You could feel Miles possessiveness humming away "mine mine mine" and Lyle's pride pushing at your own chest. Zdog and the others had made their way over, Prager looking particularly spent.

"Aww come on baby, surely your up for round 2." Zdinarsk kissed your knee smirking.

#FIN #miles quaritch #quaritch x reader #quaritch x you #lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #zdog x reader #zdinarsk #avatar imagine #recome again #my fics #mansk #prager #recom reader

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anangelwhodidntfall · 1 year

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Insecure: Prager

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word count: 800

description: You and Prager have mutual feelings for one another but then one night prager gets insecure and it almost threatens to ruin the foundation of your relationship.

You frowned seeing Prager talking well more like flirting with some girl....you figured that's where he had been the last few days instead of with you like he usually was. You felt so stupid right now to think that you even stood a chance with him and that you misread everything regarding your relationship with him. You quietly grabbed your food and started making your way toward your room, where you could eat and cry without being disturbed or questioned. You set your food down on your table not really hungry anymore, and just curled up on your bed and cried your eyes out until a knock came on your door.

"Hey y/n, it's Alicia and Mansk. Can you let us in?" You heard Z-dog ask.

You sighed of course your two best friends would notice that you weren't there. You wiped your eyes and fix your appearance even though you know you did look a mess. You stood up and walked over to your door and unlocked it and let them in before sitting back down on your bed while they walked in.

"Oh y/n." Mansk said frowning seeing your tear strained cheeks.

"I'm okay really. I just feel stupid is all." You said.

"Y/n why do you feel stupid?" Alicia asked.

"Because I really thought something was happening between us. Like he was constantly with me and now he's ignoring me. I thought..." You started to say but stopped yourself.

"You thought he liked you back..." Your friends said they were stupid or blind to see how much you liked Prager and how much he liked you back which is why they were confused as to why he was acting this way.

"Yeah, I did." You said sadly as you felt them wrap their arms around you.

The few days were easy enough for you to avoid Prager with the help of your friends until one day they had been sent out on a scouting mission leaving you there to fend for yourself. You had luckily managed to avoid him all morning until lunchtime, you had walked into the lunchroom and walked right back out seeing him there.

"Y/n! wait y/n." He called after you.

"Just leave me alone Prager." You said as you hurriedly walked through the halls toward your room.

Y/n, please." He said reaching out and grabbing your arm making you turn and face him.

"Prager let me go. I don't want to talk to you." You said making him frown.

"Prager! Prager! Let go of me!" You said as he pulled you into an empty room and locked the door.

"Why have you avoiding me y/n?" He asked kneeling to your level.

"Why do you care? You avoided me first." You said to him as realization hit him.

"Y/n..." He tried to say.

"No Prager you don't get it! You avoided me for three days without an explanation, and then I find you with some girl in the lunch room. It hurt to have you avoid me and throw me away for some girl when I thought something was happening between us but clearly I was wrong, and I needed some time to get over my feelings." You said on the verge of tears.

Prager's heart broke seeing your eyes water, he had never meant to make you feel like this. The only reason he had stopped hanging around you and sort of exploring his options, was because he felt like you deserved better than him, and weren't interested in him but clearly he was wrong.

"y/n, sweetheart can you look at me?" He asked you.

"Sweetheart I screwed up so bad...I like you a lot and that absolutely terrifies me..all the time we spent together meant a lot to me but the last night we spent together before I decided to be a jackass was the night I realized that I liked you and I got insecure thinking that you couldn't possibly like me back in that way. I'm so sorry for hurting you and making you think that I didn't like you back because I do." he said wiping your tears with his thumbs.

"I forgive your Prag. I'm sorry for ignoring you as well, I should've tried to talk to you. Can you forgive me?" You asked him.

"I can. Do you think that I could take you on a date tomorrow night?" He asked you.

"I would love that. As long as you seal it with a kiss." You said making him laugh.

"I can do that sweetheart." He said pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

#prager #recom prager #avatar prager #prager x reader #alex prager #prager x y/n #prager x you

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plooto · 5 months

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⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 7 — under the table / blanket ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. rda ! jake , recom ! reader , no plot , whiny ! pussy drunk ! jake , watersports (?) , size kink if you squint , voyeurism , p i v .

now playing : this christmas ; jackson 5

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“ fuck- y’gotta be quiet baby girl- ” you clenched around him, his fingers gripping at you hips through the blanket as you grind your hips against his, clit brushing against his hips in just the right way. a whimper left your lips as he hit the deepest parts of you, tilting your hips just the right way to leave you seeing stars.

“ oh- s’that what you want huh? y’want prager to wake up don’t you? ” he asks, shifting his feet flat on the bed, thrusting you up higher, pulling you down firm against his hips.

your toes curled as you scratched at jakes chest through his tank, unable to contain the moan that left your lips,

“ want him to see you all fucked out on my cock? -yeah baby. ” he grunts, thrusting into you with unwavering strength, you cursed, feeling heat pool in your stomach as he hits the spongy part deep inside you. you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to hide the sinful noises from jake’s sleeping roommate. his hips drop back down against the bed, shifting your foot awkwardly,

“ wha- ” he adjusts your feet for you, hugging you to his chest,

“ c’mere ” he grunts, pistoning his cock in and out of you roughly. your hands pinned to his chest, you bit down on his shoulder to muffle the sound coming out of you as he hit the deepest parts of you.

“ fu-ck baby you feel so good, so wet- ” he whines haphazardly you felt your pussy throb as he ruts into you, rolling his hips so deep—so slow. low whimpers leaves his plumped lips as he mumbled,

“ fuck. i can’t- ” he pauses for a moment, flipping you beneath him and pressing a finger to your clit. your eyes crossed, hips moving on their own as they tried to meet jake’s needy thrusts. “ yes. shit- just like that baby. just like that. ” you didn’t care how loud you were—nothing could ever have prepared you for seeing the blinding bright lights of pressure—falling over the edge head first, shaking with the sheer impact of your orgasm. you claw at jake’s back as the blanket threatened to fall off your curled toes.

jake angles his hips, hitting that spot with every deep stroke; you shuttered. you knew something was coming fast—forming in your tummy much faster than what you were used to. you wanted to warn him, but as he rolled into your hips at practiced angles, the shrill of pleasure shot up your spine—coating his hips and the bed sheets by far.

“ shit baby i’m- ” he came with a low growl, stilling his hips against your as he pumped his seed deep inside you. pulling out only to fuck the drops back in you. your breath slowly returned to you as you felt him fill you full of his warmth.

( lost in your own world of pleasure, neither of you noticed prager wasn’t as still as before—he was awake.

squeezing his eyes shut as he thrusts into his hand, the other hand giving him something to bite down on when the sounds got louder—when you squirted on jake.

neither of you noticing that another orgasm happened at the same time. )

tags -> @luvv4j4ybe11

x . the song i originally chose was i saw mommy kissing santa claus but i thought that would be too telling ? and also tumblr posted this on thanksgiving 😃

#atwow jake x reader #dilf jake sully smut #atwow jake #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #atwow smut #atwow jake sully #tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy #avatar12daysofkinkmas #. character // jake sully

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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“This Is What You Came For”

Based on the scene where Tuk, Lo’ak and Tsireya are being held at gunpoint by Quaritch and his squad. Miles tells Jake to hand himself in otherwise he’ll shoot Lo’ak. Imagine you are Jake.

Recom soldiers (Quaritch/Lyle/Mansk/Prager/Ja/Lopez/Brown/Fike) x recom-Y/N

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, Hurt/comfort, non-con (sorry i love it), gangbang, voyeurism

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I have a big story to tell. My past is long and changed significantly once I arrived on Pandora as a marine soldier.

I was originally meant to work under the command of Colonel Quaritch but when Jake Sully arrived, I was given the task to help him get used to Pandora. I had my own Avatar already. Before Jake came, I would provide protection for Grace and her team every time we went into the forest to get samples of new botanical species. Lyle would often join us, but he didn’t have an Avatar.

The day Jake got lost was the same day I left at night to go find him. He was my assignment and I would be screwed if I didn’t find him alive. So while wandering the forest alone, obviously fully armed with guns and knives, I encountered real Na’vi. They were on horseback and brought me to Hometree, to decide whether to execute me. It surprised me because I expected to be dead on the spot but then luckily Jake said he knew me and persuaded Neytiri to persuade her parents not to have me executed.

I was young at that point in life. But time went by quickly.

Once problems started to rise I had to make a decision and I chose to turn on my own kind and help Jake save Pandora.

I fought by his side and we won the battle. But at the time, we didn’t know it would only be the first of many.

Just like Jake, the clan and Eywa transferred my consciousness from my human body to my Na’vi Avatar.

Now, Jake and I were close friends. I was the aunt to his and Neytiri’s kids and we recently left the forest because the Sky People were back. We travelled to the coastlines and were accepted into a new clan.

Now, the fight had been going on for a while and Jake was badly injured. Neytiri had retrieved him on her Ikran and flown him to safety because she knew that Quaritch was going after him. Quaritch was hunting Jake Sully, and me, Y/N L/N.

I rode next to Ronal and Tonowari on my ilu to free Lo’ak, Tuk, and Tsireya. We stopped and I raised my sniper gun, checking to see whether it was safe to shoot one of the other recom’s from here. Suddenly, I heard Quaritch.

“Y/N, tell your friends to stand down.” he says with a pause. I gasp and I feel my heart sink. He has the kids cuffed and at gunpoint. Half of me wants to go there with the warriors behind me and kill every single soldier, but I know better than to act on emotions. I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t listen…

“You want your kids back?” he asks, knowing the damn answer. “Come out alone.” Quaritch orders. I tense, my ears tipped back. Of course, just like I remembered him. Nothing seemed to change about the Colonel other than his body. I noticed Z-Dog and Lyle on either side of him. I knew they all despised me. But I used to have quite a close relationship with Zdinarsk and Lyle and I were friendly. I guess that gave them more of a reason to hate me. That I chose this planet over everything I had with them.

“You know better than to test my result.” the Colonel warns, pointing his gun at the back of Lo’ak’s head. My heart is racing.

I snarl, cursing myself and putting my sniper gun down, knowing it won’t help me now. He kept on talking.

“I took you under my wing, Y/N. You betrayed me. You killed your own good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kid.” the Colonel snarls.

I lean my hand in front of me, taking deep breaths to think about my next move. I know I need to listen to him.

I glanced at Ronal and Tonorwari who were both furious about the recoms taking Tsireya. Then I looked behind me and scanned all the warriors who had joined us. We were enough people to take down the ship, but we couldn’t endanger the kids’ lives.

My ears droop to the sides and I let my head hang before telling Ronal and Tonowari to stay here and keep the clan away.

Tonwori warns me that they are killers of Tulkun and that they need to die here and today. I nod, agreeing with him.

“They came here for me… for me and Jake. That’s what this whole thing is about…” I tell them and Ronal snarls in general anger and frustration.

“You brought this upon us! You!” she says in a harsh tone and I flinch a little, but I completely understand her anger.

“Then it’s me who has to do this…” I say and Tonowari gives me a firm nod before signalling to his warriors to stand down. I take a deep breath, looking back at the ship.

“Offer’s fixin’ to expire…” Quaritch warns me. “What’s it gonna be?”

My worried gaze turns into a glare. “Check your fire. I’m coming out.” I say, moving my gun back around my shoulder and moving forwards on my ilu.

Neytiri is circling the sky on her Ikran, watching the scene play out. She presses her neck and asks me what’s happening.

I sigh, feeling my gut wrench and stomach drop. Honestly, I feel a little sick. But I can’t tell her what I’m doing. I don’t have the heart to tell Neytiri. She helped me so much in the past years, I owed it to her to give my life for her children.

My ilu and I leave the warriors behind us and we dive under the water's surface.

I see one of the Tulkun nearby and it seems to acknowledge me. It was the outsider. The one that Lo’ak had befriended. I believed his story and he showed me the bond they had. I disconnected my queue from my beloved ilu, patting its neck as a goodbye before swimming towards the Tulkun.

If they want me to come to them I might as well make my entrance impressive.

The Tulkun lets me close to it and I hold on to its fin as he pulls me through the water. I look behind me to see the bottom of the clan’s animals and my loyal ilu waiting for me to return. It breaks my heart, leaving it behind, but it was the right thing to do.

We neared the ship and I moved on to the Tulkun’s back, and hold on to one of the horn-like shapes it has on its head. It swims up to the water's surface and soon, we slowly glide out of the water and in front of the ship.

Immediately everyone onboard shuffles around and all weapons are pointed at me. I stay, kneeling on its back as it brings me to the side so I can comfortably step on board. I glide my hand over its skin and thank the Tulkun before standing upright and for the first time, I set foot onto the ship.

I locked eyes with the Colonel, examining him and his team. Their guns remained pointed at me and followed my steps. I stopped, standing in front of them with nothing in my hands. The water was dripping from my body and hair, creating small puddles beneath my feet.

I shifted my gaze to the kids. They all looked worried but Tsireya and Tuk seemed a little relieved that an adult on their side was with them. On the other hand, Lo’ak looked upset. I saw him shaking his head at me before, he must not want me to give up my life. But I owe it to all of them. I owe it to Jake for helping me escape, I owe it to Neytiri for taking care of me, to the kids who have always been so lovely over the years and to Eywa. I saved Ewya once, but I also brought this upon her. I needed to make it right.

Quaritch firmly nodded, pressing his lips into a straight line and turning to face me while still pointing his gun at Lo’ak. That angered me.

“Slowly remove your weapon.” he ordered me and my ears tipped back, showing him clear signs of discomfort. I was about to rid my protection.

I listened, slowly pulling the strap over my head and arm, holding my gun in my hand before gently throwing it to the side.

A recom soldier kicked it out of my reach and I glared at him before looking back at Miles.

“Let them go.” I snarled and he glared back. With some hesitation, he lowered his weapon and signalled something to his soldiers. To my relief, they started opening the handcuffs of the children but still held them by the arms.

I stood firmly on the ground, my tail flicking around in irritation. I felt protective over them. They needed to return to Neytiri safe and unharmed.

“Let ‘em go.” The Colonel ordered, harshly pushing Lo’ak away from himself and towards me. Lo’ak glanced around and grabbed Tsireya’s hand before warily walking to me. Tuk couldn’t wait anymore. She was terrified of the soldiers so she sprinted to me and hugged my lower waist, hiding her face in my hip. I leaned down, cradling her body and holding her close to me. My hand stroked her head to try and comfort her in any way possible.

“Shh Tuk. It’s all okay now. You can go home.” I say in a soft voice, forgetting about all the danger around us for a second. Lo’ak comes around my other side and hugs me too. I hold them all for a few seconds as if we were one family and when Tuk lifts her head, I wipe her tears.

“Don’t cry Tuk. You are safe now.” I force a smile and press her forehead to mine. That was something that always helped calm her down when she was a baby. It seemed to still work.

In the next few seconds, I heard the cry of an Ikran and the flap of its wings behind me. I looked up and all soldiers had changed their aim from me to something behind me.

I just smiled in relief, knowing who it was.

I turned around and Neytiri had gotten off her Ikran and stood behind me, but luckily she wasn’t pointing weapons at the enemy.

“Don’t shoot.” I shout, wanting them to know she was here for her children.

Tuk gasped and ran to her mother and Lo’ak quickly joined her. Tsireya followed Lo’ak.

I want to walk to Neytiri too but I hear a shout behind me.

“You take one more step Y/L/N and I open fire.” The Colonel warns. “You’re stayin’ here.”

I freeze in my step and look over my shoulder to let him know I heard him before turning back to Neytiri. She had put Tuk on her Ikran already and Lo’ak and Tsireya got onto the Tulkun that brought me here.

Neytiri and I exchanged eye contact and as much as she hated that I was part of the reason this was happening, her gaze softened. She knew what I was doing and it saddened her. She also took to heart that I put her children's lives over my own and gave me a sad smile.

“I thank you Y/N…” she said in Na’vi.

I nod, smiling and bowing my head a little.

“You proved yourself to the Great Mother. It will not be forgotten.”

Her words make me feel proud and I thank her. She walks over to me, in slow strides, her eyes not leaving mine. Now I could see how saddened she was.

Her eyes are just as teared up as mine are.

She pressed her own forehead against mine and thanked me again, for helping her children. Then, she returned to her Ikran, looking at me one last time before taking off. Lo’ak and Tsierya were ordered by her to go, and I waved at Lo’ak slowly. He returned the gesture, also visibly sad and they dived under the water.

I stared at the open ocean for a few moments before taking a deep breath and turning back to face the Colonel.

I couldn’t read his expression but it had changed. Maybe seeing me with children had some kind of impact on him. After all, I knew he more or less thought of himself as Spider’s dad.

Then he signalled something and most weapons were put down. I heard a few chuckles from the soldiers around me who had now encircled me and blocked my exit. They were recoms. The humans didn’t dare get so close. I hiss at one that’s too close for my liking but he just smirks, not moving back.

“This is going to be fun.” the Colonel says, evilly smirking at me before turning around and leading the way. Almost instantly, a gun is pointed at my head and I am pushed forward, being told to follow him.

I let out a shaky breath but oblige. At least I wasn’t being held down.

We entered a large hall which looked like an empty car storage area inside the ship. There was a light in the middle of the ceiling that didn’t reach the dark corners. I sigh. This was probably the last room I was going to see in my life.

I knew whatever they had planned wasn’t going to go well for me. Then again, I was surprised I was still alive now. Maybe they wanted me for questioning first.

I heard a few footsteps behind me stop walking and then I heard a voice sternly say, “No humans allowed.”.

There was complaining coming from the humans on board and then the large doors started automatically closing.

All daylight was now gone and everything seemed dimmer. I was urged to walk to the centre of the room so that I more or less stood beneath the light.

The soldiers stopped around me, creating a type of wide circle to make sure I couldn’t escape. I assumed the doors were all locked anyway, so I wouldn’t test my luck.

“Zdinarsk, Warren, go to the deck and help Walker and Zhang.” the Colonel said and they nodded before walking off. I watched Zdinarsk and our eyes met but she left anyway without saying a word. I wasn’t surprised.

I slowly turn around, scanning everyone. Just to see what I was dealing with. Most of them looked the same, everyone wearing similar attire but something small would always differentiate them.

Surrounding Y/N stood Prager, Mansk, Fike, Ja(Alexander), Brown, Lopez, Wainfleet, and the Colonel. Their weapons were no longer pointed at her but they still held them firmly, in case she were to try something.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and you will answer them.” the Colonel says, stepping forward a little and resting his hands on his vest. I turn to face him and glare again.

What makes him think I’m going to willingly snitch on my family?

“If you refuse, then you won’t look as pretty by the time we’re done.” Quaritch adds, and a bald soldier and a soldier wearing his cap backwards flash metal rods and another soldier cracks his knuckles behind me. I’ve seen them use those on other clans. They shock and electrocute them.

I recognize Lyle and Brown.

I frown at his words. He would always somehow manage to catch me off guard.

When I look back at him, he takes it as an answer to my understanding of the terms and conditions.

“How does it feel to betray your own kind, Y/N? Your own people.” he snarls and I scoff. As long as I answer I should be fine. What I say is up to me.

“Great.” I reply, staring him dead in the eye. He raises an eyebrow before nodding at Lyle. He steps forward and I feel a cold metal come in contact with my thigh before my whole body is tensed and I flinch at the shock waves running through me.

I yelp and quickly step away from him, my hand covering where he electrocuted me. I stared at him in shock. He didn’t even hesitate. After years of us knowing each other and that man mindlessly hurt me.

“Ah! Fuck- ‘in hell…You idiot- I answered the question!” I swear, not understanding why he did that.

My reaction amused the soldiers.

“Doesn’t seem to be going that well for you.” Quaritch teases and I look back at him, my eyes furious. God, I hated him. A few men chuckle and I twirl my tail around my leg. Being in the spotlight like this made me uncomfortable.

“Who’s here with you that we know?” the Colonel asks and my ears flick away a drop of water that fell from my hair.

I hesitate, not wanting to expose them. But then again, it wasn’t such a secret since they were watching the others leave Pandora after we had won. I hear the shock rod go off close to me as a warning and I jumped before opening my mouth to say something.

“Most of the science team…” I say, a bit quieter now. He doesn’t say anything and just keeps looking at me. I take it as a hint to elaborate.

“Dr. Norm Spellman, Max Patel, John, Lily, …”

“What about Augustine?” Quaritch asks and my frown turns into a blank expression. I stare at him in slight disbelief, trying to find out whether he was serious or not.

My silence seems to make him uncomfortable. So he signals his soldier to shock me but I answer before he can.

“You killed Grace…” I snarl at him, the memory paining me. He doesn’t seem upset but he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that.

“You shot her… in her stomach.”

He looked away, not saying anything.

“But the Great Mother accepted her. Her soul is with Eywa now.” I softly say. He looks back. I can tell not a single person in this room still fully understood the power of Eywa.

“Grace helped Pandora, unlike you. Eywa will have no mercy on you.”

After what was probably a minute of silence, he continued questioning me.

“Where’s Sully?” he asks. I decide to irritate him just a little more.

“Which one?” I reply, smirking. I knew I wouldn’t get shocked because I answered and played it off as an innocent question.

His ears tipped back and he caught on to my attitude.

“Answer.” Quaritch demanded.

“I don’t know.” I say and suddenly I feel the same pain and shock shoot through my body. But this time, it comes from my hip.

I whine, bending forward and resting one arm on my knee while I regain my breath. I throw Brown a dirty look before returning my gaze to Quaritch.

“He’s injured. I don’t know where they took him. He could be anywhere.”

“I feel like you would know where.” the Colonel replies, taking an intimidating step forward. I stand my ground.

“No.” I simply say and suddenly I feel both rods on my ribs and shock waves hit me again. My knees give out and I’m kneeling on the floor, one arm hugging my waist while the other holds me up.

Quaritch stares me down before sighing and shaking his head.

“You know Y/N, I used to think of you as my best soldier.” he says and my ears perk up.

“You were everything you needed to be. I was hoping you’d become Colonel one day too.”

He was playing mind games with me. I wasn’t going to fall for it. I got off my knees and stood in front of him again.

“I don’t know why you decided to run off with Sully. But I can see it changed you.” he locks eyes with me again and he looks angry.

“I didn’t think it would be possible, but turns out you really did become Na’vi, huh?” he continues, almost mocking me.

“You live with them, talk like them…Hell, look at you. Ya even dress like ‘em.” he growls and I look down at my body. I wore typical female Na’vi clothing. A top which I used to think barely covered my chest and a loincloth.

I heard some shuffling around me and then Quaritch smirked.

“Definitely not complainin’.”

The soldiers around me chuckle darkly. I used to be one of them and now they think they can treat me like a minority.

That’s it. He crossed the line. I know exactly what that meant and it was completely unnecessary.

“Asshole.” I snarl and his eyes widen at my comment.

“I see you kept your spirit at least.” he grins. “Guess it won’t be as easy to break ya.”

I huff and he watches me for a while before asking away again.

“Who do you have the kids with? Sully?” he asks and I look at him confused. Did he not know they were Jake’s and Neytiri’s?

“What kids?” I ask and Lyle takes a step forward but I move out of his way when he tries to touch me with the metal stick again.

“They aren’t mine.”

“I’m meant to believe that?” he asks me and scoffs. I’m getting really frustrated here.

“They’re Neytiri’s… and Jake’s.” I say, knowing they are safe so it won’t matter if I tell them.

“You don’t have kids? Ya didn’t settle down like Sully?” he asks and I glare at him again. But I know I have to answer so I shake my head ‘no’.

“Why’d ya give yourself up for them then?” he asks, genuinely.

“Because they don’t deserve to die. They saw me as one of them.” I coldly replied, still angry about how they were treated. “I on the other hand came here with the intention to kill for our kind. People like that don’t deserve a good life.”

A few moments of silence.

Quaritch claps his hands together and smirks. “Well then, that’ll just make this even better.”

I stare at him trying to figure out what he means but I snap out of it when I see Lyle move out of the corner of my eye and I move away again. He huffs out in annoyance.

“Cut it out, I swear to god.” I say, having enough of this bullshit. But Lyle and Brown both attempt to shock me again this time. I turn around, facing them now and hiss. It just seems to annoy Lyle even more and the next time he tries to hit me with the rod I lose it.

“That’s it, you fuckin-” I start swearing, grabbing the rod where he’s holding it and kneeing him in the stomach. He lets go, groaning and bending forwards. I immediately upper-punch him in the face and he stumbles back. Behind me, Brown attempts to restrain my arms but I elbow him in the chest, knocking the air out of him and he lets go, taking a few steps back.

I want to turn around to face Quaritch but now Prager and Ja have dropped their weapons and run forward to try to contain me.

They seemed to forget that I used to be a marine too.

Prager wraps his arms around my waist, holding my arms down. I kick myself off the ground in a launch-mode position and then kick Ja in the face, sending him to the ground. When I land on my feet, I lean down, keeping the motion and Prager is more or less thrown over me.

He lets go and then I see Lyle standing and coming for me again. I just throw myself on him and tackle him to the ground. Lyle manages to hit me in the face but it doesn’t phase me. He rolls us over and tries pinning my arms down but I knee him between the legs and he gives out much easier than expected.

I roll him around and am now straddling his waist, delivering punch after punch to his face.

Before I know it, someone grabs both my arms and my braid, pulling me off of Lyle and hurling me to my feet. I struggle and try to set myself free from their grip but I can’t. I’m held tightly in place and pulled against this soldier's body, with my back pressing against his chest. The tight grip on my braid pains me.

I look up and notice it's Mansk. He removed his glasses and looked pissed off. That was unlike him. Rarely things got to him, he would usually have a neutral stern face with occasional smiles.

This was new. But maybe, I was the problem. Not like I cared if I annoyed him. Nothing could compare to the hell these meathead idiots put me through.

Lyle and Brown are helped up and all eyes are back on me. My chest is heaving slightly more than before and I feel the blood running down from my nose.

Quaritch doesn’t even seem angry. He actually looks impressed. The soldiers that didn’t join like Fike and Lopez are waiting for orders and seem to be expecting a horrible reaction from the Colonel. The soldiers that I did hit on the other hand… those fuckers are out for blood. I mean every single one of them looks at me like they want to kill me. Lyle included. The once goofy dumbass I would work with has his eyes filled with fury.

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this is how I go down. This could very well be how I die.

“What? Did you forget I used to be like you?” I snicker, not being able to hold back a small grin. I took down most of them. I was impressed with myself. Damn. Jake would be impressed too.

Quaritch smirked. I amused him. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ the princess treatment now.” he said. I wasn’t expecting it. Usually, fighting others in combat would earn someone more respect. That didn’t work in this case.

“Anyway…” Quaritch started again, starting to slowly walk around Mansk and me while the other soldiers watched him. As if they were waiting for permission to kill me and finish me off. “Since you’re ours now and we can do with you as we please…”

My eyes shoot to him and my ears perk up. His words confuse me but they have caught my attention.

“And you’re Na’vi now so you understand your body… you can help us out.” Quaritch states, stopping and facing me again. His hands are still holding onto the top of his vest.

My ears tip back when I hear him ask for my help. The last thing I would do is willingly help them. He scoffs at my reaction and Mansk rearranges his grip on my body, making sure to keep it tight.

“We noticed we get, frustrated, more easily…” Quaritch spoke, pretending as if it were nothing. “And you just happened to trigger that reaction again.”

I huff, glaring at him again. My body tenses and I try to push myself away from Mansk who just tugs me back into him.

“How do we contain or… solve that problem, Y/N?” Quaritch asks, taking a step towards me. His tall and built form is almost towering over my slightly smaller frame. I was never small but I never reached their height either.

My eyes widen and I gulp. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he does. If they are going through their heat, or rut actually, then only finding a mate and forming tsaheylu can solve that as far as I know. And if that is the case here, I need to leave right now. The last thing I need is to be spiritually connected to these monsters through Eywa. She would probably banish me along with them.

He takes note of my reaction. “I can tell that you know the answer. Why don’t you open your pretty lil’ mouth and share it with us?” Quaritch mocks me and I notice how it spikes everyone's interest. It makes me feel more nervous than angry, to be honest. Nervous and even a little frightened because I don’t know what is to come.

I myself was nearing my heat cycle, so my pheromones could be stronger but I shouldn’t be due for the next week or two at least. I wasn’t feeling the symptoms either so I should be fine.

“No? You want to keep it to yourself? Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, sweetheart.” He says, turning away and walking to a chair. He picks it up, bringing it to the circle and sitting on it the wrong way.

“There’s one rule, squad. You listen to everything I say. If you don’t, you’re out and I’ll deal with you personally.” Quaritch threatened, scanning over his unit. A few soldiers nod while others just look between him and me.

I notice Mansk has tightened his grip on me and is almost hugging me from behind. If you could call his tight, bruising grip a hug.

“Understood?” Quaritch asks, wanting to make himself clear. Everyone responds with ‘yes sir.’ and the Colonel nods.

“Alright then. Deal with her.” he snarls and I hear a few dark chuckles and growls around the room. They seemed to know what to do while I was confused.

Mansk grins behind me and harshly pushes me forwards, almost making me stumble. I yelp and stop before I can get closer to the other soldiers but some of them are already making their way to me, their grins and smirks making me feel small. Almost instantly, multiple hands are on me and suddenly, my knee is kicked in. I whine as my legs give out and I fall to my knees while being pushed down. I feel two hands wrap around my queue and some push down my back, so I’m struggling to keep myself up on all fours. My hands are pulled from beneath me and arranged in front of me and I feel someone lift my waist.

I protest, curses and swear words spilling from my lips but they don’t faze anyone. I also continue to fight against their grip, hoping to make this as difficult for them as possible.

Quickly looking around me I notice some soldiers stood standing and watching. Around me, I recognize Mansk, Lyle, Lopez, and Fike.

“Come back here, hot stuff.” Mansk was behind me, pulling me back by my waist and hips when I tried to crawl away. Lyle was on my side and I assumed his hands were around my queue. Lopez and Fike were holding me down by pushing my back and grabbing my arms. Mansk had wrapped his arm around my tail, holding me in place.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’.” I heard Mansk growl and my eyes widened in shock when I felt my stomach erupt in excitement and realised my body was positively reacting to their handling.

Within the next few seconds, someone delivered a harsh slap to my ass and I cried out, arching my back in pain before dropping my head and trying to hide my embarrassed face.

Lyle chuckled at my reaction, moving to sit in front of me now. He picked up my face into his hand, forcing me to look up at him. I closed my eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Look at you turning all red, buttercup.” he cooed, and it felt like he was making fun of me. “This ain’t how I remember you.”

I open my eyes and glare up at him while he just grins.

Fike’s hands are on the waistband of my loincloth and he looks back to the Colonel for permission.

“Take it off.” Quaritch orders and the soldier's snicker in response. My eyes shoot wide open when I hear the words and I struggle again.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I will-” I start threatening but within seconds I feel someone quite literally rip the cloth from my waist. I scream in shock and in pain because the fingers that removed it scratched my skin. I pull my head away from Lyle’s grip.

His focus seems to have been distracted from my face and shifted to my bare waist. He could only watch his colleague's reactions to imagine what you looked like. Based on their groans and curses, he couldn’t wait to have his turn.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Mansk groaned, resting his hand on my bare hip and Lopez laughed.

“Christmas came early.” Fike jokes and I hide my face in my arm again.

Some soldiers standing around came behind Mansk to see and I tried blocking their laughs and jokes out.

“Show me.” Lyle ordered, becoming visibly impatient. His hand still held my braid while the other pulled me around by my waist. He leaned over to see what I looked like and when he cursed too I wanted to cry. The embarrassment was overwhelming. I’d never had this much unwanted attention and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

“You better hurry the fuck up. I’m next.” Lyle grinned, looking at Mansk who pulled my hips back to him. I closed my legs and managed to cover myself with my now free tail but it earned me another harsh slap to my other ass cheek.

“Don’t hide baby. It won’t help you.” I heard Quaritch say and my cheeks heated up even more. I forgot he was still there and he was probably watching the whole thing. The superior I used to look up to was watching and commanding his men to use me.

My tail was snatched away by Mansk again and Lopez untied the knot I made on my back, holding my chest piece in place. It fell open and I clenched my jaw together, tensing all my muscles. It was pulled over my head and I watched as someone threw it to the side. I was completely naked now. In front of 8 men.

Hands were feeling up and down my body, squeezing and caressing my bare, burning skin.

Lyle was back in front of me now, hand holding my face. I didn’t even fight his grip anymore, I just let him hold my head up.

My teary eyes and flushed face seemed to turn him on even more.

“You look so pretty, baby. Don’t worry, you’re gonna get what you want.” He cooed and I managed to gather the strength and snarl at him. He knew damn well this is not what I asked for.

I heard someone unbuckle their belt and shuffle behind me. Before long, my hips were pulled flush against someone else’s bare abdomen. I gasped, looking behind me and whining. I hated how the excitement in my stomach turned into the wetness that was gathering by my core. It wasn’t fair. I needed to stay strong. I wanted to prove to them that I was still strong and could resist as long as I wanted to. But the truth was, my opposing and rebellious thoughts were fading and being replaced with feelings I was denying for way too long.

Mansk grinded himself against me, feeling my slick on himself.

“Shit- looks like you’re enjoying this.” he snarled and I shook my head no, my ears strained back. But I was lying to myself at this point.

“Not yet.” Quaritch said and Mansk stopped. “Prep her first.”

Mansk pulled away and suddenly, someone pushed two fingers into me and I bit down on my lip.

Lyle was watching my reactions, falling silent and looking almost mesmerised. His ears were pointed forwards, trying to pick up all and any noises I made. Even just your heavy breathing had him feeling fired up.

The fingers inside me started moving and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, fighting the urge to just submit and let them use me. I whine again through clenched teeth and hear how Lyle sighs.

Luckily it stops before I can fall apart and the fingers which belong to Lopez are removed.

“Fuck, look at how wet she is.” he says, spreading the slick over my hot skin.

That’s when I know that I can’t hide it anymore. Hot tears start spilling down my face in embarrassment and I become aware of the fact that I am screwed. My pride is gone.

“Aw, don’t cry, buttercup. We’ll make you feel good.” Lyle teases me, running a thumb over my cheek and wiping away a few tears.

“No.” I whimper, trying in one last attempt to keep up my rebellious act but then I feel Mansk line himself up with me and then it’s all over.

One of his hands is on my tail while the other then tightly grips my waist and with one strong thrust, he’s inside me. I gasp at the stretch and the foreign feeling of intrusion. He mutters a curse under his breath, stilling for a moment.

“Shit- so tight. I’m only half in.” he says, his tone a little quieter now and a few soldiers laugh. My wide eyes meet Lyle’s when he says only half and Lyle laughs too.

“Don’t worry, baby. You can take it.” he says, and surprisingly his now softer voice comforts me. He rubs his thumb over my cheek again while Mansk pulls out and with his next thrusts, he pushes even deeper into me. A whimper and a sob leave my lips, but the noises seem to spur him on. He’s getting a reaction from me and that’s what he needs.

Soon, he’s thrusting in and out of me and it starts feeling good. His heavy breathing and grunting have my stomach erupting in sick butterflies and then he hits a spot inside me that shoots pleasure through me. My tensed figure suddenly relaxes and I involuntarily arch my back and moan.

The soldier’s heads shoot to me and Lyle looks surprised but the filthy noise makes his grin return.

“Look at you, taking it like a good slut.” he says and lightly slaps my cheek. It doesn’t even hurt, it just stings a little and manages to keep my head in reality.

Mansk speeds up his pace, pulling me back against him every time he thrusts forward. I feel another pair of hands move up and down my arched back while the others grope my breasts and play with my nipples.

Lyle grips my jaw again and takes advantage of my parted lips. He pushes his thumb past them and into my hot mouth. My jaw drops open a bit more and our eyes meet. My half-lidded eyes find his intrigued gaze and I watch his eyes widen as I swirl my tongue around his finger.

“Shit.” he whispers, unable to stop watching me suck his thumb. Mansk speeds up even more and I moan around Lyle’s finger.

Hastily, he removes it from my mouth and his hands fly to his belt. I watch as he opens everything, pulling his cammies down his waist swiftly. His toned abdomen, his v-line, toned thighs and huge dick make me moan again.

Lyle can’t wait any longer and pulls my head to his length, wrapping his fingers around my braid again.

Without any fucking hesitation, I stick my tongue out and sloppily lick a long stripe from his base to his tip. I keep my eyes trained on his face and watch how his lips are white from how hard he’s biting down on them.

Next, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his head. He moans and I notice his body shudder.

Mansk is relentlessly fucking into me and I feel myself get close too. He keeps hitting the same spot inside me and I moan around Lyle.

In the next few seconds, my legs shake and I clench around Mansk who curses again and rides out my orgasm. My eyes roll to the back of my head and then his hips still with his cock deep inside me. Mansk releases his load, leaning forward and hugging my waist to keep me close to him. My quivering legs slowly slide out from beneath me but Mansk gets up and pulls me back up by my waist. He pulls out with a sigh and Lyle removes himself from my lips.

“My fucking turn.” Lyle announces, getting up and taking Mansk’s position. Mansk moves to the side, regaining his breath before getting dressed.

Fike had been jerking off to my sounds and watched how I was being fucked. He finished just before I did and was now getting dressed with Mansk. They both got up, grinning at each other before taking their previous spots and holding their weapons.

Lyle doesn’t need to wait, he just immediately pushes himself deep into me and starts to fuck me. I moan, trying to crawl away because I’m still so sensitive but he just tugs me back and tightens his grip. Lopez is now in front of me and his pants open too. My vision is a little blurry now, but maybe it’s just my clouded mind. I can’t properly comprehend what’s happening but I sure can’t fight it. I just let it happen now.

Lyle grabs my thighs, spreading them further apart so that my legs are resting around his. One of his hands is wrapped around my tail while the other is groping my ass.

I want to moan but then my mouth is filled with Lopez’s dick. I open my mouth as he makes me almost choke and let my tongue trace his veins. Lopez groans, his ears tipped back and fangs bared. Their primal side turns me on.

"Watch it with those." Lopez growls out, his thumb tracing over my fangs. I don't even get the chance to nod before I'm urged to take more.

I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far into my mouth as possible before hollowing my cheeks. He snarls, responding to the pleasure and slowly moves in and out of me.

Compared to him, Lyle is fucking the life out of me. The area where the skin of his thighs and abdomen slaps mine has turned red and no longer stings, it's becoming numb.

I moan around Lopez again and because I’m already so fucked out, time passes quicker. Lyle finishes by plunging himself as deep as Mansk into me and cumming. He makes me come a second time because he paid attention to how my body responded to him and applied pressure on my clit to get me over the edge. Seeing my eyes roll back again sent Lopez into euphoria and after they both pulled away and my quivering self was laying on the floor regaining my breath, their positions were taken.

Strong hands pull me from the ground and back onto all fours. My knees and palms became red and sore. I open my eyes and see Prager, Ja, and Brown kneeling around me.

Brown lines himself up behind me while Ja cups my face, smiling. Prager is keeping me stable and holding me in place so I don’t fall over.

“I can’t- anymore.” I sob, feeling like a mess. My skin has beads of sweat covering it, my face is flushed and my hips are bruised. The blood from my nose ran down my lips and I can taste the blood.

Tears are wiped away by Ja and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Prager and Brown look over at Quaritch.

“She can take it.” Quaritch assures. His voice reminds me of how angry I felt before. Like he would know whether I can or can’t.

I feel Brown push into me and moan. My slick mixed with Lyle’s and Mansk’s cum is dripping down my legs now. I protest with a whimper, spreading my arms and legs so that I really don’t collapse.

“Someone’s been fucked dumb.” Ja coo’s but it no longer makes me feel embarrassed. It makes me enjoy it that much more.

Brown tugs my hips towards him, his tail caressing my thigh as he ruts into me with no mercy. Prager and Ja switch places and Prager is opening his belt in front of me again. I started feeling like I was about to lose consciousness from everything happening around me.

Once Prager rid himself of his pants, I instinctively opened my mouth and he chuckled. His former colleague who beat him in combat was now waiting for him to push his cock into her mouth.

“Didn’t think I’d ever get to see you like this, Y/N.” he teases but his words just went in one ear and out the other. The other men laughed.

“Hurry up before she passes out on you.” A voice from one of the soldiers standing called and more snickers followed.

“Take it easy on her. I’m surprised she’s still standin’.” Quaritch says and I can tell by the way he says it that he’s grinning.

Prager nods and Brown slows down a little. Then Prager places his tip on my lips, gripping the back of my head and pushing about halfway in. I’m more used to the intrusion so I can take more of him. He bites his lip, pulling out before back slowly advancing a little further in. He’s almost bottomed out and I choke a little, squeezing my eyes shut. Another tear runs down my cheek and Prager moans, his head falling back.

I hear a few voices around me exchanging words and in synch with Brown’s thrusts, Prager pushes all the way down my throat so that my nose is pressed against his abdomen. My eyes are wide because I can’t believe I’m able to take him so far down my throat. Especially because he and all the other soldiers are so big.

I hold back a choke and cough a little, swallowing around him which drives Prager feral. He and Brown both still their hips and the soldiers standing around cheer at him and whistle.

“Shit, she can take it all. Makes me want to have another turn.” Someone says but I’m too distracted to figure out who it is.

“Not today, otherwise, we’ll lose her.” Quaritch chuckles.

Prager and Brown both pull out while Ja holds me up now. Brown finishes quickly and then Prager follows. I swallow Prager’s load out of reflex because he is so far down my throat.

When Prager pulls out I gasp for air and cough, which has a few soldiers snickering darkly. He high-fives Brown as he gets up, but Prager stays kneeling by me to hold me up for Ja.

“You okay, baby?” Ja asks but I can’t respond. I feel so weak and tired. He lets go of my waist and I slowly sink to the ground. My limbs are almost useless at this point.

Prager is grinning while Ja takes a bit of pity on me. He carefully turns me around so that I’m laying on my back before climbing on top of me, his arms caging me in. I feel a little less exposed like this at least. He smirks when my eyes meet his.

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he whispers, taking into consideration how sore I am and how watery my eyes are.

“Oh god.” someone laughs. “Lover-boy’s fallin’ in love again.”

Ja’s ears tip back and he glares at the soldier that commented that.

“Hey. Cut it out and let the man handle things. Someone has to be last.” Lyle stepped in.

My ears have drooped, and I just watch him. I’m too tired to even turn my head.

Ja looks at me before undoing his pants. When he slips them down, he checks on me again to make sure I’m still awake. He seems very caring. Unlike the others. It makes me feel safer. It also makes me regret kicking him in the face before.

Ja takes one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist and then he takes both my hands and pins them above my head with one of his. I don’t even lift a finger in protest.

Then, he moves his hips forward and slowly enters me. He manages to push all the way in because I’m stretched out from all the others but it doesn’t feel any less good.

They’ve all been deprived of sexual relief for a long time and now they could finally let it all out.

He’s about to pull out again when someone comments on something. Ja was about to punch his colleague and take you away so he could have you to himself but the comment stopped his violent thoughts.

“Damn, look.” Lopez nudges Brown and Mansk, but their eyes are already fixed on your abdomen. Lyle chuckles and even Quaritch now stands up to look.

Ja is confused and looks down only to be met with one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. He examines the belly bulge, letting go of your thigh and pressing down lightly on your abdomen.

I whine, closing my eyes and it makes Ja want to claim me as his right then and there.

“Fuck, you don’t know how good you look right now, babygirl.” Mansk says, feeling needy all over again.

I whimper, letting my head fall to the side so that I’m not looking at them.

“Poor girl’s embarrassed. Leave her alone.” Prager jokes and they chuckle knowing you’ve been embarrassed from the second your knees hit the ground.

“You’re okay, baby. Let me take care of you.” Ja whispered, leaning down to my ear. I look up at him and nod a little in response which makes him smile.

Slowly and steadily, he pulls out of me. Ja starts gently thrusting into me, his one hand returning to keep my thigh around his lower waist. He rubs his hand along the skin, keeping it in place while he makes sure I feel good too. Every reaction I give him he takes into account and once I arch my back off the ground and into him, he grins, seeing it as a positive response. He speeds up just a little, but not enough to have our skin slapping.

I whimper and occasionally moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

He drops his head and licks the skin around my nipples before biting and kissing my neck.

The kisses surprise me but they piss Quaritch off.

“Not her mouth. Don’t you dare.” Quaritch orders, sternly. Ja looks up, not seeming happy with the order but still listening. He doesn’t nod, he just returns to kissing my neck which makes the butterflies in my tummy come to life again.

My mouth drops open as I feel another orgasm start to build up.

Ja’s thrusts become a little sloppy and he grinds down against my clit every time he bottoms out.

“You can let go, baby.” he whispers in my ear and I nod again. With the next few thrusts, I’m in heaven. My pussy clenches around him which pushes him over the edge but he rides out both our orgasms.

His head is dropped in the crook of my neck while we both regain our breath. I can’t even open my eyes, I just go limp. Ja gives my cheek a small kiss before carefully letting go of me and pulling out. Quaritch glares at him before Ja starts getting dressed.

I just lay on the floor, my legs resting on top of each other with one arm slightly covering my chest.

Quaritch walks over to me and squats down. He turns my head to look up at him and I notice the shit-eating grin on his face. He watches how my ears tip back and my little rebellion against him amuses the Colonel.

“You and I aren’t done yet.” he whispers before standing up.

“Prager, get the towel. Lyle, help the poor lady up.” he orders and Lyle walks over to me, sinking to his knees and pulling me up into a sitting position. Prager comes over and wipes away the mixture of body fluids than ran down my inner thighs. I flinch when he touches my pussy but Lyle comforts me by holding my cheek and rubbing my belly.

“You did well, buttercup.” he says and I would have scoffed at the pet name which I was now able to comprehend again, but I was mentally absent.

The towel is wrapped around me and Lyle pulls me to my feet. He’s about to pick me up but to his surprise, I push him away.

“I can fucking walk by myself, I don’t need your help.” I say. My previous attitude returning amuses the squad.

Lyle grins. “Go ahead.”

He removes his arms from under my arms and I take a step forward. Almost immediately my quivering legs give out but before I can sink to the ground, Lyle catches me again.

“Fuck.” I swear and he chuckles.

“Pick her up.” Quaritch orders and Lyle scoops me into his arms. I cover my face with the towel and don’t protest.

“What were you saying, baby?” Lyle teased and Mansk chuckled.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumble. Lyle grins and starts walking behind the Colonel. The squad pick up their things and make their way to the exit.

“I want to go back.” I say, only loud enough for Lyle and Miles to hear.

I wanted to go back to my family, but I knew that there was no chance of that happening.

Quaritch scoffed, stopping in front of the exit doors and tucking in my towel so that nothing was exposed.

“Not happening. This is what you came for Y/N.” he teased, making sure I was covered before pressing the button and the large automatic doors opened. The daylight hit me and I shielded myself with the towel.

Mansk and Ja walked beside Lyle to keep the people and other soldiers who weren’t recoms away. They felt protective over you. You were their Y/N after all.

No one needed to know about their business. All they saw was them carrying out a limp, not moving Na’vi. Whether she was dead or alive, they didn’t know.

What the recoms knew was that they were not finished with you and you knew Quaritch still had plans.

The team knew you from before. They wouldn’t shoot you and dump your body in the water. You were being taken back to their base, where they would take care of you.

(probably won't be able to post for the next 2 weeks, so sorry. I'm learning for finals and have so many assignments due.)

Let me know how you liked it <3 i appreciate all feedback. This took me way too long💞💀

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wain-fleets · 8 months

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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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adoreeenina · 7 months

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 5

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love. Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving). Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader. Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)

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“Who the fuck gave you permission to leave?” Quaritch seethes, watching as you walk back to camp with one of their backpacks you had taken, filled to the brim with Puffball, Spartan, and Yovo fruit.

You had woken up early before anyone, and even sneaked past Prager, who was on watch for the night. You were hungry, you haven’t ate since being taken.

“I was getting food” you snark back as you grab a spartan fruit and toss it to Spider, who easily caught it.

“We have food” Quaritch counters as if he was talking to a bratty child, and maybe he was.

“Real food. That shit you tried to poison me last night isn’t food. Just try it” you shove a Yovu fruit into chest, careful not squeeze it. “You’ll thank me later” you grin. You toss different fruits to the other recoms, some eyes it suspiciously and others, like Lyle, bites into the fruits with no hesitation.

“Oh my god, this so good” you hear Lopez moan in content.

You walk over to Spider who holds the Spartan fruit towards you. You grab it as you sit down next to him, you had managed to find a thin rock that you had washed in a stream close by. You start cutting the fruit into smaller pieces and placing them on a leaf for Spider.

“Thank you” Spider graciously pulls the leaf full of fruit towards him. You watch Spider as he takes a deep breath, pulling the mask up, he places a piece of fruit into his mouth before covering his face once again, humming appreciated.

You look around seeing many of the recoms eating the fruits with their bare hands, juice covering their mouths and dripping down their hands, you turn to see the Colonel, using his knife to cut into the fruit, stabbing it and placing it in his mouth.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Trying to decide on how to teach the recoms was harder than you thought. You had agreed on Spider to teach the recombinants the language, you don’t think you have the patience for that. Normally you would have taught them how to ride a Pa’li, but there’s none around, plus you don’t really trust them not to kill them.

A bow and arrow is also a must for their iknimaya, but you doubt any of them would be any to train with a bow, seeing how trigger happy they are with their guns.

Balance is what you decided to teach them first. They’re aren’t human anymore, their Na’vi bodies are made for the forest, they just have to trust their natural instincts and body.

A week passes and you had managed to convince them to get rid of the boots, but not without the whining and the reluctance from them.

Spider had taken a liking to the recoms, you’ve seen how close he’s been getting with Lyle, Ja, and Mansk. It worried you on how attach Spider is getting but you can’t blame him, back at high camp many of the Na’vi just see him as a demon, a mistake. It’s refreshing seeing Spider this way, it gives you happiness.

There’s not a day that goes by that you don’t think about your siblings. If you know your father, he most likely moved out of High Camp and found safety somewhere else for the safety of the family. It doesn’t mean you can’t be a bit petty towards him.

You have noticed how Lyle tried to get you to open up, anytime he had the time, he would look for you and try to talk to you, you immediately shut him down and walk away from him. If only you looked back, you would see how his ears flick downwards.

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“You have to be faster than that, ” you giggle as you swiftly land on a different branch, avoiding Lopez hands. He quickly doubles back and tries to hold his balance on the branch above you.

You’ve been teaching them on how to hunt and practice their balance, and cause you wanted to fuck with the recoms, you thought a game of tag will help. It helped with Lo’ak and Neteyam, it could help the recoms.

The recoms seems to like the game of chase, they like the thrill of it, like it was instinct. You running around the trees, jumping from branch to branch, tree to tree. You felt free, besides the tracker that the Colonel made you wear on your wrist.

You had half of the unit trying to catch you, Lyle, Lopez, Ja, and Prager, while the others stayed behind, mostly Quaritch stayed behind to watch your movements from the tracking device in his hands. He didn’t want to risk you running off. His words? You plan to run off, I’ll bring you back with your ass bruised. Well that was kind of a tempting offer might you add.

“Use your tail as counterbalance. Your tail is what helps you” you shout at them.

“Don’t you see I’m trying, babosa” Lopez curses at you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his obvious agitation.

Your ears twitch hearing silent footsteps behind you. Whoever it was is stealthily as shit, but it still needs work, their sky people cloths makes them loud.

You moved just in time to see Lyle throw his arms out to try and catch you. He didn’t calculate well when he threw himself at you. Barely catching himself on the branch as he hangs on the side of the branch for dear life.

“Damn! You guys suck at this” you grin down at Lyle. Lyle just huffs a laugh as he shakes his head.

Since this game of tag the only people who almost managed to catch you was Lyle and Mansk.

“You’ll need to cut those pants, they make too much noise” you nod your towards his cammies.

“Yeah? You want to see me naked too, Sully?” He grins up at you. You watch as Lyle groans as he pulls himself up. Damn he has good arm strength.

“Maybe” with that, you hop to another branch to crest distance before he could cheat and catch you.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Watching the recom unit try to be Na’vi is entertaining to no end. You and Spider even made bets.

The first bet? Who would be the first to fail to catch a fish.

You had taken the unit to the closest stream, another lesson. To teach them how to hunt. Again you wanted to teach them the bow, but of course they declined, saying *why we need bows if we have guns*

You watch on the sidelines, seeing many of them in their undergarments, trying to catch fish, many failed.

You look back to your hands, weaving a basket for your next trip to get food for your and the others, Prager got pissed when you returned his backpack smelling of sweet fruits and sticky from its juices.

You felt uncomfortable. You hate how these demons acted like they didn’t just kidnapped you and Spider, you hate it even more seeing how Spider is playing with them in the water, distracting the demons from their teaching.

“Thinking pretty hard there, mama” hearing the all to familiar voice of the biggest pain in your ass.

“Please kindly go away, I’m introverting” Quaritch couldn’t hold back a grin at your sarcasm. You’re a spitfire, that’s for sure. He can’t deny that he kinda likes that about you.

“You’re little sarcastic comments will get you into trouble one of these days”

That makes you roll your eyes as you continue to weave your basket, not even bothering to look at him. Just looking at him makes you want to drown him.

“I’ve reach at that point where my brain goes from ‘you probably shouldn’t say that’. To ‘what the hell. Let’s see what happens’” you place the half made basket to the side as you stand to your full height. You walk closer to the stream, kneeling down you pluck two yursyulang from the ground, thanking the great mother. You start making your way to the far side of the stream where the waterfall is.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Quaritch calls for you in irritation. That made you turn to look at him with a glare

“I’m going to bathe unless you want to watch me” you throw your hands up, where does this asshole have the fucking audacity to control you, praying to the great mother to give you patience for these demons.

You turn back around to continue on your way behind the waterfall. You glance back at the unit, you caught Lyle’s gaze before you disappear completely behind the waterfall.

You look at the two pinkish r reddish flowers in your palms, you were planing on washing your cloths and your body. With a sigh, you place the flowers down, you tug the shirt over your head and toss it carelessly to the side, along with the sweatpants.

You sit on the edge, letting your body slide into the water on a rock, not fully in the water, you quietly moan in relief as your shoulders relax, the water is warm and earthy-smelling, crystal clear as it laps against your skin like wet silk.

Your arm reach to grab one of the flowers and dip it into the water before rubbing it into your skin on your arms, washing away any dirt from the days in the forest, loving the feeling the flower leaving your skin clean and soft. You continue cleaning the rest of your body.

You slid further into the water, dipping your head, wetting your braids. You rub the flower between your hands, leaving a milky substance, once you’re satisfied, you start washing your hair and scalp.

Once done, you start washing the cloths, dipping the cloths into the water, you start rubbing the flower against the cloths and scrub the cloths onto a rock.

“Having fun?” You jump at the voice and snap your head to entranceway of the waterfall. Seething the female recom.

“Can I help you?” You snarl before turning back to scrubbing the cloths against the rock, not really caring that the woman is seeing you naked. The Na’vi are comfortable in their own bodies, you’re no different, besides the insecurities of your heritage.

“Just checking on you” she shrugs as she eyes your figure as she tilts her head.

“Let me guess, the demon ordered you to check on me, to make sure I didn’t make a run for it?” You sarcastically made without even looking at her.

Zee chuckles before walking a little closer, not too close. “Is it obvious?”

“Very”

Zee watches you curiously, her eyes gaze down at your body, seeing multiple scares across your body. You’re obviously a warrior, it’s clear from the cloths you were wearing and the scars imprinted around your body.

Zee and many others of team are intrigued by you, not because you were Jake Sully’s daughter but your discrepancy. You look exactly like your father with some similarities to your mother. The extra finger and the hairy eyebrows is what gave it away that you were a half breed.

When you were heavily sedated back at Bridgehead. Zee remembers Lyle talking about how you have Heterochromia iridum. Zee is no expert or scientist but she knows that isn’t normal for the Na’vi., She remembers Jake Sully, she knows Jake didn’t have that, maybe his twin brother had it? You were also curvier, thick! But strong, she heard from Mansk on how you were able to take him down so easily. It amazes her, how a runt like you was able to take down not only one but three men that were twice your size.

Zee also notice how closed off you are. She seen how Lyle tries to make conversation with you but you instantly shut him out and You like pissing Quaritch off. She’s could see the discomfort and mistrust in your eyes when you’re with the group while Spider instantly bonded with them.

“You don’t like us very much don’t you?” Zee ask. You huff a laugh amusingly before turning to look at her.

“Try getting kidnapped by Na’vi wannabes, be forced to teach them the Na’vi way. Get threaten by the asshole of a Colonel, then we’ll talk. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not doing this from the goodness of my heart, I’m doing this to make sure you demons don’t lay a finger on Spider”

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“You know, if you wanted time alone, all you had to do was ask” Lyle climbs onto the thick branch that you’re sitting on. You groan seeing his presence once again. It’s like he loves annoying you

Lyle sits sideways on the branch, a few inches away from you. You’re facing him with your back against the tree.

Since the conversation with Zee, you ignored everyone, including Spider. You wanted time alone, and you can’t even have that with Lyle following you around like a lost cub.

“Ever heard of ‘wanting time away from the kids’” you huff in annoyance. It’s past Eclipse, many of the recoms are still awake, chatting away, you could hear laughter from up where you were.

“Ouch” Lyle places his hand to his heart with faux pain. “Just came to check on you. You seemed pretty pissed off back at the stream”

“How caring” you roll your eyes. Your head tilts upwards to look up at stars, letting the cool air graze your skin so lovingly. You miss Rawm, you know he misses you. You want to fly again, feel the breeze in your face, blowing at your hair.

“I want you to teach me Na’vi”

“Spider is teaching you” you look at Lyle with a deadpan look. Lyle grins seeing the annoyance clear in your eyes.

“I learn better when I have pretty face teaching me” Lyle scoots a little closer to you. Your ears tilt down as the end of your tail sways side to side next you.

“How charming” with a sigh, you sit up, crossing your legs. “Fine”

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“Sevin”

“Seven”

“No! Skxáwng!” Your hand smacks the side of head, a small ‘ow’ falls from his lips as he looks at you in surprise.

“Again! Sevin? Seee-vin!” You growl, you’re growing frustrated with the Corporal in front of you. Lyle changed his sitting position to sit cross cross in front you.

“This is stupid! I’m clearly saying it right!” Your hand reach out to slap his head again for his ignorance.

“Ow! Stop slapping me!” Lyle groans as he rubs at his head. You ignore him and his childish antics

“Again!” You demand, you watch Lyle grumble as he tries to pronounce the word.

“Sevin” Lyle says perfectly, making you smile.

“Yes” you squeal at his accomplishment as you clap your hands.

“What does that mean?” Lyle question.

“Pretty”you answer with a smile. You look down at the small camp below you, hearing their laughter getting louder, hearing Spider scolding them, warning them of predators.

You feel hands caressing your hands before gently holding them, your turn to look at Lyle, looking at you with such admiration. Your breath hitch, as you gaze into his eyes.

“ngeyä nari lu sevin” (you’re eyes are pretty) your eyes widen at his perfect Na’vi. You feel your body warm up, you sheepishly look down at Lyle’s hands clutch yours.

You notice Lyle is not wearing his gloves, his hands bare as they hold yours. His hands engulfing yours, you see his hands are twice the size of yours.

Before you could register it, you start tracing the veins on the back his hands. You never met anyone with hands like yours, not counting Lo’ak, Kiri, your dad and the avatars back at High Camp. You compare the size of your hands to Lyle’s. He has beautiful hands.

“You have beautiful hands, why hide them behind those ugly gloves?” You didn’t what compelled you to ask. Lyle looks away from your hands to you.

“Don’t know, I just-“ Lyle shrugs, “I just do” he doesn’t take his eyes off you. He’s mesmerized by you, he didn’t understand why, maybe cause you’re exotic looking, you look completely different from the other Na’vi he’d seen and that includes Zee and Walker.

Eye contact is such an intense thing. Like a million thoughts rush through your mind all while looking into someone’s soul… intriguing…

Eye contact is dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely, oh so lovely.

Looking up at him, you notice how he’s only staring at you, a gentle look on his face. Why is he looking at you like that?

“Y/n?!?” Hearing Spider call for you snaps you out of your daze. You look away, feeling embarrassed, pulling your hands out of Lyle’s grasp.

“I have to go” you didn’t bother hearing if Lyle responds as you swiftly jump down branch to branch so easily.

“Fuck” Lyle curses as he aggressively wipe down his face with his hand, not being able to his eyes off of you.

(Lyle’s hands are fucking gorgeous, you have to agree with me on that, also when was anyone going to tell me that I spelled Lyle’s last name wrong, now I look stupid and have to edit his name on my other chapters. How embarrassing)

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Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/aninelover21-blog/731326408887042048/bound-to-you-masterlist

(Who do you think would catch Y/n’s heart first? Lyle or Miles? I’ll love to hear your opinions)

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backmuscles21 · 2 months

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In The Open

Recoms x Reader

Summary: Literally a few small blurbs of the different times your lovers have caught you being fucked by your other lovers. I want to start writing for poly recoms cause I've been reading that and there isn't enough and it's a hyper fixation so imma flood the market, I love poly shit. I wanted to get a feel for them first so this is just a short guy and I'll hopefully write something much longer and more detailed soon.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, explicit language, public sex

You were on the bench in the recom-only gym, your knees and elbows resting on the bench as Lyle held your hips and fucked into you. He was relentless too, your head hung low as you moaned out loudly. Lyle stared at the large gym mirrors to watch as he fucked you, it only made him hornier, somehow. He lifted his one leg up to rest on the bench to thrust into you harder.

Then the door opened and some other recoms walked in.

“Dude what the hell,” Lopez said.

“You started the show without us?” Walker laughed out.

“Hell yeah,” Lyle chuckled.

Prager who stood there shocked, finally moved, he moved in front of your face.

“That good baby? Is Lyle fucking you good?”

You nodded.

Lyle grabbed your braid and pulled your head back and you cried out.

“Words buttercup.”

“It feels so good. Lyle’s cock feels so good, so deep.”

Prager’s hand caressed your cheek, “you look fucked dumb baby. Think you can handle another after Lyle?”

“Maybe. She’s cummed four times already.”

“Explains why she can barely hold herself up,” Lopez laughed.

“Just wait till the Colonel sees this,” Walker chuckled sitting down on a different bench.

Funny enough even though you were dating all of the recoms, you did still enjoy a semblance of privacy. However, that is thrown out of the window with the number of times you are engaged in sexual activity in public spaces and your other lovers enter. Like the time Zdog decided that eating you out on the canteen table was a great idea. They all knew what they did was no secret, they were worried about privacy when places they were doing these things were in recom only areas.

Your hand was gripping onto the hairs of Zdog’s mohawk as her face was pushed in between your thighs. Your back was resting on the corner of the table and your legs were resting over Zdog’s shoulders and onto her back. Your head was thrown back and pressed into the silver metal table, it would’ve been freezing if you were sweating currently. The door opened to Lyle, Miles and Ja, they stopped in their tracks, you didn’t hear a thing until you heard Lyle snicker.

Your tired eyes opened and you used your abs to slightly lift your head and shoulders off the table to see who entered.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Miles chuckled.

Ja’s face was a bright purple, the blush was so deep on this poor boy, he’d never walked in on one of his lovers in the act. He knew about it, he knew it was happening around the base, and his lovers talked about it. He had just never experienced it and this poor innocent little boy couldn’t take it. He had watched his lovers fuck you before and had fucked you while the others watched but that was all planned, it was never like this.

Lyle clapped his hands on Ja’s shoulder, “too much for you baby boy.”

Ja shook his head, “just caught off guard.”

“Mhm,” Miles said as he came up to you and squatted down by your face and you moved your head over to look at him.

Zdog knew exactly what she was doing, she was playing a game, and she was holding you back until the right moment. As Miles brushed some hair out of your face and went to speak, probably something very degrading. Zdog made you cum, your eyes squeezed shut and your head moved closer to your body. Your hand gripped Zdog’s hair harder and gripped the side of the stainless-steel table, Miles smirked at your reaction, all the boys did, they knew what just happened.

“You really know what you're doing Z. Always waiting for the right moment,” Miles said.

Zdog pulled away from your dripping pussy and smiled at Miles before she went to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself. Your hands wrapped around her neck as you kissed her, your tongue licking up her chin, you only now can hear the sounds of Ja’s sweet soft moans. You open your eyes to look at what is happening, Zdog moves from your mouth to kiss down your neck.

Currently, Lyle had his hand down Ja’s pants and was stroking him to heaven, the poor boy was so turned on and very hard but couldn’t bring himself to touch himself, so Lyle did it for him. Zdog sat you up and removed your RDA standard issue tank top and helped you take your tight sports bra off.

“So, which one of you boys wants her first?”

Better yet, everyone's favourite time was when you were all going on your first mission as recoms and you all agreed that there was to be no funny business. But Lopez can’t keep his hands to himself and as they are taking off, he already has two fingers in you. Some looked at him with a ‘really?’ face and others, Lyle, had the biggest smirk.

Lopez leaned into your ear, “better stay quiet, don’t want any of the little guys to hear.”

His snicker and his command made you squirm and he knew it too, he knew that’d get you going, he wanted the human pilots to hear and see. He wanted those humans to see that he could get pussy on the reg and they were still fucking their fists at night.

“Colonel gave us strict orders to follow and you can’t keep your hands to yourself for five minutes?” Mansk said from across Lopez.

Lopez stared at his fanged smile in the reflection of Mansk’s glasses, “she’s just sitting here, lookin’ all pretty, what did you expect me to do?”

“Listen to direct orders?”

“Like he wouldn’t fuck her now if he could?”

“We all would, but we have responsibilities. Did you not get enough of her last night?”

Lopez’s fingers still curled within you as your hips thrusted to make his fingers move more, your eyebrows were pressed together as you could feel pleasure building.

“Look at that, I’ll never get enough. How could any of y’all stay soft seeing this.”

“Because we fucked her last night.”

“I mean so did I, but this face never leaves my thoughts.”

“Geez, you guys are worse than Lyle,” Walker spoke up with a laugh.

“Hey, I mean it is nice, I’ll side with Lopez on that. I’ll always get bricked up for that.”

“You know, as much as I enjoy this and getting off is amazing. We have a job to do and I’d rather not be horny all mission,” you panted out.

“Fine, you win,” Lopez pulled his fingers out and pulled his mask down enough to suck his fingers before placing the mask where it originally was. “But this ain’t over when we get back ooo boy.”

Even better that time you all had a whole bunch of medical appointments after you first woke up but decided that fucking was a great idea before that. You were all so used to it as humans that waking up in your Na’vi bodies didn’t change anything. Going to physicals with multiple bite marks and hickies and bruises, made all the scientists nervous, they questioned you all about it. Of course, none of you told them what actually happened.

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marymary-diva17 · 2 months

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Where is she (3)

miles quaritch x reader + spider, sully kids, and recoms, Jake/neytiri

Past love and past friendship had come back from the dead after fifteen years, you had thought they were gone forever but it seems like that was not true. The RDA had tried to use them but it seems like that failed in the end, as the lies that had been told were proven to be false. Now the enemies from the past are back as navi and were seemed to be given a second chance in life, so will they take this chance to change for the better or keep their old selves and lost out in what they can have now.

Jake " are you sure you wish to deal with them on your own"

y/n " yeah it just my former dead husband and friends, now are blue and avatar yesterday were puppets for the RDA ... oh yes and thought me and my son were dead ... yeah I can deal with this for now"

Jake " okay I along with neytiri and tsutey maybe others who wish to come will show up, as head up they might be watched closely for the sake of you and spider"

y/n " thank you jake but this misos will be hard then anything else I have done"

Jake " yes but I know you will be able to handle the task and everyone has trust in you and their respect as well"

y/n " thank you Jake I should get going before they come find me, and do anything to get them in trouble"

Jake " thank you again"

y/n " your welcome" you had soon walked off toward the home that was holding the recoms, you had soon reach the place. You had taken some time to prepare yourself, for what was going to happen right now.

y/n " good morning" you had soon pushes back the curtain door and looked at the group. it seems like they were dressed as navi and avatars.

quaritch " good morning we just got done with breakfast"

mansk " yes it seems like I and Z dog still have some cooking skills in us"

y/n " that good when you are all ready meet me outside" the group had said nothing as you soon left them be, and it didn't take them at long to show up outside.

quaritch " hey where is junior"

y/n " okay first of all he not called junior just because he was named miles jr after you, and that was written on some paper it not official and he is name is spider"

lyle " that weird name"

y/n " lyle"

lyle " sorry"

y/n " he not here he went off with his friends today"

Z dog " we were hoping to see him again after yesterday as we didn't off on a good foot"

y/n " well maybe he will be around you all can see him now come on let get going"

Quaritch “ so what are we going to do today beautiful”

Y/n “ we are going to see now you all can ride on the clans creatures, come on it will be good and best start this what I did when I joined the clan”

Masnk “ yes ma’am” you had laughed and bit as you shake your head and walked off from them, and they followed after as well. Soon reaching the meadow where the fire horse live along with everything else.

Y/n “ learning to ride these horse will be new and interesting to you all”

Lopez “ wow so these are horse but pandora version”

Y/n “ yes”

Prager “ wow i never thought I will ever be up this close to one of them”

Y/n “ well you will be getting closer to them today now come on don’t stand there all day, now these dire horse will be the ones you get to choose from today and make the bond”

Quaritch “ well comes on everyone let get this started with” the group had soon found some dire horse that they wanted, and were doing well so far.

Y/n “ you all are doing well building a relationship with the dire horse and now you can try to ride them”

Z dog “ are you sure”

Y/n “ just give it a try” the recoms had tried to ride the dire horse but has fallen off time and time again soon time laughter had been heard, you had looked back to crowd of children along with the sully kids and spider.

Quaritch “ well it good we found a way to make someone laugh today”

Y/n “ yes they children seem to find the whole situation funny after all”

Tuk “ aunt y/n” tuk soon ran towards you and stoped when she reached you the older kdis were not that far behind her.

Y/n “ hello kids it seems like you are doing well”

Kiri “ yes we got done with helping norm and the other scientists all the clans kids were coming back, and saw our guest raring to ride horses”

Spider “ yeah are doing a good job”

Quaritch “ thanks kid”

Spider “ yeah sure”

Neteyam “ have you seen our parents or anyone else lately”

Y/n “ no I havent seen them I think they are busy at the moment”

Neteyam “ oh okay”

quaritch " hey kids we wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday, we meant no harm we just came looking for anwsers as we had been told lies"

kids " ........"

quaritch " yeah I'm guessing we are not getting forgive right away with you all and everyone else here"

y/n " quaritch it going to take some time for everyone to believe that you are sorry, the last time any of the older clan members saw you was a time of sorrow and bad as well ... it not going to be easy"

neteyam " yes and the return of the RDA hasn't made everything better as well as now life has changed"

lyle " yes"

lo'ak " we all know what you done to our family as well and our aunt as well, when she was still human"

y/n " children it okay don't work yourself up"

tuk " I'm hungry and sleepy"

neteyam " come on etude lets get you home I will find you something to eat and you can take a nap later" neteyam had picked up tuk and started walking away with her.

neteyam " are you three coming"

lo'ak " we are going to stay here bro we will be good" neteyam had nodded his head not before glaring at the recoms, he didnt trust them that much after yesterday and their history with his parents and you.

prayer " wow that was intense"

y/n " well neteyam is overprotective of his family and clan"

mansk " will you kids be helping your aunt or watching us"

lo'ak " both but maybe the second one as our mother still doesn't like you and I don't think she doenst want any of us near you even y/n as well"

quaritch " well maybe that you three are like us but more navi and peaceful maybe you can help us learn the ways"

kiri " we can see if we can help that much but the rest of way of you all making lives here, will be up the great mother"

prayer " that great mother that your god right"

kiri " it seems like you have alot to learn"

lo'ak " I'm going to join neteyam and tuk" lo'ak soon turn around looking at the recoms as well, leaving kiri and spider there.

kiri " aunt y/n what ever decision you make we will follow your lead"

y/n " thank you my loves" kiri had started walking away but she soon noticed spider was still standing there, she waited for him to come with her.

spider " if mom asked me to help you all I will...."

quaritch " thank you ...."

spider " if you do anything to hurt my mom, cousins and anyone I love I will make sure you regret it"

quaritch " we understand"

spider " good mom I will see you later" spider soon walked to kiri and they both soon walked off, but they had done the same action as netyeam and lo'ak.

y/n " well it seems like I was right this is not going to be easy for any of you, but maybe in time it will work out"

quaritch " thanks I hope I can show you and our son that I will to make this change to a better man or navi"

y/n " yes let see what happens now come on let get back to the lesson and have a break" the group had done what you told them, the rest of the day went but you deeply knew. It was not going to be an easy adaptation for any of the recoms and forgiveness will not be coming easy as they all thought.

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avatarrecom · 6 months

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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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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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RECOMe again?

The reader must navigate interacting with their fellow recoms despite having betrayed them as a human! Does anyone know their secret?

Chapter 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5

Notes: Y/N (Your name), Y/LN (Your last name), na'vi dialogue in bold, fic will contain swearing, violence,

If there are any specific triggers people would like warned for let me know (^・ω・^ )

Tag list: @buzzing-honeybee @lazyassmermaid @secretflowerobservation @hihhasotherfixations @perseny @ratchetprime211 @symptoms-of-moonlight @totesnothere04 @bxnnywriting @itsyoboysparkel

Chapter 6

Everything was Miles right now. His scent burned in your lungs with every breath, his touch still firmly against you as he pulled you tighter to his chest. Every connected inch of skin buzzing with electricity. If you opened your eyes all you could see in the gloom was his broad blue chest. You did, tracing the constellations on his skin with your eyes. You didn't dare move for fear of breaking this perfect moment.

Still you had to get up, there was a cave around you, a team and kid lost and a horrid guilt rising to your throat. You sat up, his arm reaching for your form before falling. He grumbled but didn't wake. The guilty feeling continued to eat away at you. It should all be over so soon, just escape with Spider. You could do them a last kindness and get them free of this cave, then leave their lives for good.

This cavern seemed to split off, tens of tunnels connecting to it. The center of the web came to mind but you shook the thought away. No use dwelling in your past fears when new ones awaited. Each route never quite smelled as fresh as the room you stood in. Maybe the spirit roots had something to do with that, cleansing the musty air. It gave no clue for a possible exit though.

A feather light touch brushed against your shoulder, you swiveled. An Atokirina, a seed of the tree of souls! There were so many now, floating in from a tunnel on the other side of the cavern. You followed back to the alter area where they swirled in the air. Settling on the stone, on Miles sleeping form and now on you.

The roots hung lower here, you reached up to touch one. It felt alive under your fingers, buzzing slightly with an energy you didn't understand.You felt down your queue, your hands reacting moving on their own. You brushed the braid up, tendrils unspooling and latching onto the root.

Your mind flooded. Images of na'vi people, living whole lives before your eyes. Singing, talking, their voices echoing in you skull, it was overwhelming. Their emotions crossing past you as if they were your own, grief for dead you never knew, joy of births and unions. The very room you were in alive with night blue skinned na'vi, celebrating, lovers alone taking communion in front of their Eywa bodies bare on the smooth stone.

Then there she was, all around you. Fizzing through your blood, a strong force vibrating through your bones. Grace spoke of her, a voice tinged with a skepticism. You could feel Eywa in your being, scrutinizing? Searching through your soul until she stilled.

Then there she was. Grace before you, as real as Miles' still sleeping form. She wore no mask, her face unaged in the 15 odd years since the last time you'd seen her. She smiled, her face haloed in orange curls.

"How..." You began, her smile spreading wider as she came closer to you. Hands out stretched and your own rising to meet hers. She was surprisingly solid, not some ghost or hallucination though her form shimmered in a pinkish glow.

"Could ask you the same, look at you! Look at him!" She laughed face swimming with mischief as she looked down at a blue Quaritch.

"Karma really has a funny way of doing things. Became the very thing he hated! Worth me getting killed for!" She laughed. Your face blanched. You'd not considered it fully, how she could be here. She was dead, Grace hadn't made it out. She saw this on your face now or maybe felt it through Eywa. Glimpsing Mo'at above you singing your way through the roots to her, Grace's memory.

"Oh child, its done now. Your getting out of here and helping that kid, the rest is what it will always be." She came closer again, reaching up to hold you arm, her touch felt real and warm. You felt her calm, her acceptance as your own, even as you fought to hold a rage storming inside.

"How could he!" You sobbed, unable to hold back tears. Anger was too far but sadness was closer. The connection flooded you with hundreds of lives lost to RDA. You wailed, the force of it all too much. Dropping to your knees, Grace's body seemed to disperse, Miles' form crowding into your vision now.

Panicked hands gripped your shoulders, calling out to you. His hand traced up, removing your queue from the root. The seeds dispersed from around you both, trailing back to the tunnel slowly.

"Y/n...y/n you hear me?" He snapped fingers infront of your dazed expression. You felt so suddenly weak, your mind felt exhausted, drained beyond anything you'd ever experienced. Grace's words echoed, you had to get them out. You had to get Spider out of here.

"The seeds... Spider's with them... we've gotta" Your hand limply pointed as their glow slipped into the tunnels opening, getting lost in the gloom.

"Wait your not okay we gotta wait a minute!" His hand gripped your chin tilting your face to his, brows furrowed as he scanned your face. Roughly you pushed off, standing on shaking legs and staggering towards the exit. Blood beginning to boiling, he killed Grace. His arm snaked around your middle again, you were poised to scream at him but his face was forward. He was taking some weight off you and helping you towards your goal.

"Spider first, then we talk." His palm flat against your side as you shuffled after the Atokirina. You felt your anger lessen to a simmer as you went. Tufts of the woodsprites settling on his head and shoulders as you marched on. Eywa's will, she must want Spider back with her, with Jake. You were her vessel to do this and Quaritch was too, however unwilling.

You remembered the stories about the seeds. Pure spirits, signs of Eywa and her influence. Jake told you about his encounter with them, the way they'd landed all over him. You wished you'd known a Tsahìk, like Mo'at, you wanted to know for sure what it all meant.

The burning pain in you ankle seemed to lessen as you went. The injury minor enough that the brief 'rest' seemed to have eased it greatly. You took the chance to untangled yourself from Miles. His hand lingered on your arm until you heard commotion ahead.

Instantly he was in front, gun drawn and pacing low. The tunnel opened out to a cliff edge, bellow inky black running water rushed as far as you could see. The glowing seeds drifted down to the water, the only light in the darkness around you. Across the gap you saw another opening, further down from yours. The same seeds flowed out and again down to the water bellow.

You heard screams now, the whole rest of the team came barreling through the opening and tumbling straight down into the water bellow. Spider tucked under Lyle's arm as he fell.

"SPIDER!" You shrieked diving down after him. You heard Miles call your own name before you broke the surface. The current was fast pulling the team quickly away. Lyle struggled against it shouting back to you. His head kept dipping down, water garbling his speech. He held Spider up above the surface.

"Lyle he has an air mask! Please try to stay above surface!" You called to him, watching the realization cross his face. He kept a hold of Spider as you swam towards them. Ahead you could see Zdinarsk and Mansk gripping onto one another. You dived low trying to spot Prager. He tumbled around bellow the surface, unable to get a baring. His skin scraping against jagged rocks, one smacking right onto his head.

You pushed towards him, catching up with the aid of the current. He knocked and bumped against you as you tried to grab at him. You hooked hands under his arm pits and kicked off the surface bellow. Breaching the surface you gulped for air before being pushed down again. Prager's panicked flailing was knocking you down as he tried to remain surfaced. You tried to swim up but he kept pushing, desperate to breathe himself, mind lost in confusion.

He was ripped from you suddenly, your body plastered against a firm chest as you both broke the surface. Prager sputtered but managed to keep his head up in front of you. Your head turned to Miles, who looked furious. You couldn't tell who he seemed angrier at in that moment. Prager for almost drowning you or you for jumping off a cliff.

There was no time to get a lecture though. A horrible gurgling caught everyone's attention.

"SHHHHIIIITTT!" Zdinarsk screamed as the group was sucked closer to what for all intents and purposes looked like a drain. The seeds were being sucked down into it, lighting a tunnel below the surface. You gulped a deep breath in and braced as it sucked you all in.

Miles' arms were around you, holding close to his chest as water rushed past your ears. You couldn't open your eyes from the burn so kept them screwed shut as the current sucked you to your destination.

The seeds had lead you all here, surly it was safe enough? That you'd be able to hold breath long enough to reach its end. Unless it was meant to kill you all? Spider had an air mask, he'd survive a long journey. Your lungs burned, desperate to breathe, to suck in the water around you. Did Eywa intend that? Was this her plan to save Spider, to kill you all in the depths of her stomach.

The underwater river spat you all out. Flying up into air for a moment before crashing into far warmer water. Miles thrust you above the surface. You took gasping breathes of fresh salty air. The sun beamed down, brighter than anything you'd seen in days now. You blinked in the blur, Miles' arm wrapped around your torso as he swam towards land.

You could see it more clearly now. White sand, deep blue waves, cloudless sky, it looked like a postcard. The beautiful beach was curved like a crescent moon. Turquoise waters stretched out into the horizon. Ocean smoothed rocks and thick forest surrounded the expanse of sand.

You shrieked a laugh, a hysterical sound that conveyed the joy, relief and horror of they days past in one noise. It startled the group but you couldn't find it in you to care what they thought of you in that moment. You were free of the cave and closer to freeing Spider.

Miles' hands stayed on you, moving up to your shoulders as you waded onto the beach. You still felt so drained, you didn't have the strength to shrug him off. You weren't even sure you wanted to.

Lyle and the others waded in, collapsing on the warm sand. It seemed a good idea, your knees buckled. Miles caught your intent, lowering you slowly to the ground as he stayed standing. Eyes searching the area.

Spider crawled to your side, flopping down on top on your outstretched arm. He didn't speak but his eyes sparkled and his toothy grin said it all. He'd felt her too. He'd been lead from danger by her. Now all you had to do was finish the job.

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Quaritch hadn't spoken to you yet. You'd felt so drained that you fell asleep right there in the sand. When you stirred Spider was up and helping prepare a place to camp out for the night. A blanket had been draped over your sleeping form. You honestly couldn't say who'd done it or if your blue skin would have even burned anyway. Spider would know you thought to yourself, watching him across the beach. Quaritch was with him, showing him proper knot tying. They laughed together a moment and you couldn't help but smile at them.

"Daww look at the happy family!" Lyle spoke in a goofy baby voice, cooing at them. You shifted up to sit, slapping his leg lightly. He laughed flopping down to join you.

"Can't believe you finally did it." You turned to him frowning, his own eyes stayed locked ahead. A lazy smile across his lips, the one that made little dimples form on his cheeks. You rocked to bump him again.

"Just sayin' I owe Zdinarsk big time! She was always in your corner, even back when we weren't so blue!" You flushed, realizing his meaning. Of course they'd all know. The quick soak hadn't rid you of his scent, nor him of yours. You steeled yourself not wanting to look so embarrassed by it.

"Jealous?" You smirked at him, sticking your tongue out. Lyle clutched his chest, flopping back into the sand dramatically.

"Oh my poor heart! I cannot take it! Y/n! In the arms of another!" He overacted, flinging a hand to his forehead. You barked a laugh, catching Zdog smiling over at you as you did. Mansk waved at you from her side. Their fighting long over it would seem. Lyle sat back up again wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you in for a quick hug.

"Hey you've never been the one person kinda folk. I'm happy with this the way it is." He smiled softly. You smiled back, though you're sure it wouldn't reach your eyes.

It was all going to be over soon. You didn't want it to be but what could you do at this point? Free Spider and stay? Could you keep up that lie? Even if you could 'kill Jake' were still your orders and you couldn't help them. Your team was gonna hate you, probably gonna get orders to kill you too but you had to leave. Leave a life you'd always wanted with them. One last night then you'd sneak off on your watch.

Mansk called you both over, pulling you out your head. You didn't miss the way Lyle's eyes stayed on you. He knew something was eating at you but he wouldn't pry, he never did. The others set up a big bonfire and prepared the provisions on it. Spider boasted of his hunting abilities but Quartich hadn't taken him up on his offer of fresh meat.

You sat together in the warm glow, the suns heat leaving the air around the fire cool. The horizon was cast in purples, pinks and oranges. The tiny constellations appearing in the sky and on the skin of your once friends as they spoke.

Moods were high. Lively chatter and stories being shared. Spider was more comfortable with the others than he'd ever seemed. Maybe a dangerous adventure without you or Quaritch had bonded them better. You hoped he wouldn't miss them.

Quaritch joined you as you took in the sight. His thigh pressing against your own, he sighed deeply. For a moment you thought he might not say anything. That you could enjoy the simple moment with him but he turned to you.

"So what happened back there, huh?" His eyes glinted in the firelight, locked on yours. There was little point in lies now, in a matter of hours you'd be gone. He deserved some truth at least.

"I saw her." Your voice still came out strained. Some last instinct clinging onto secrecy.

"Who? Their God?" Quaritch's brow furrowed, lip curling slightly at the idea.

"No." His face softened. "Grace." His face slackened. A colder expression, some sting of emotion on the wind. You knew him too well, he wouldn't regret killing her but maybe he regretted you finding out. He'd known before you were close, you worked with her so often and never really hid your fondness for her.

"I don't understand it. Not really. But she was there, in the roots somehow and it was real." He stayed silent as you spoke. You couldn't even summon the anger from before, you felt a numbness overcome you now. Like the end of a really wild drinking session, when everyone was gone and you were alone in the still cool night. Nothing but the buzz in your ears and your swimming mind.

"I...I can't forgive you... for her but I care about you all. I think I love you." You couldn't stop the words from coming out but you held the tears that wished to follow. His own eyes betrayed a moment of shock, his tail shooting up but he recovered quickly. Leaning forward he placed a gentle kiss against your lips. It was quick, sweet, his own answer he couldn't voice.

"Your gonna be okay, we're all here with you." His hand found your shoulder, gently rubbing it. He was trying to comfort you, to assure you. You knew he could tell there was more, that there was something else bubbling bellow the surface. He was making space for you to come to him, when you were ready to talk. To know that any of the others would listen. He couldn't know how it cut daggers through your heart to hear that now.

Zdinarsk flopped down to your side resting a heavy head on your shoulders, Mansk followed laying his head on her lap. Lyle and Prager stopped whatever game they'd been playing and joined you all. He sat between your legs, head resting on your thigh, Prager laying across his legs. Even Spider had appeared, leaning on Quaritch's other side. A big pile of the people you loved most.

In another life this would have been perfect, even in this one you tried to allow the joy, the feeling of safety and belonging to wash over you. To enjoy this moment while it lasted but you couldn't. Your unease burned so heavily in the air that your sure that even Spider could have smelt it. Still you all stayed like that, others whispered stories filling the air until folk started to nod off.

You didn't sleep. On the third change you took the watch. The night was cold and filled with life from the forest. The ocean waves crashed against the shore, providing cover. Once Prager's breath had stilled into the gentle rhythm of sleep, you nudged Spider awake.

You'd removed your shoes and abandoned anything traceable in the sand. You shifted slowly over to Spider and held a hand over his mouth. He woke with a start but Quaritch stayed sleeping by his side. Without a sound you lead him off into the trees. The mass of sleeping forms not stirring. Once you were satisfied they wouldn't hear you slipped the second mask out.

Spider knew what you were doing immediately, eyes widening but he said nothing. You helped remove the first mask, slipping the second one into place. It hissed as it sealed, you nodded to him before leading on further into the forest, tossing the first mask into the bushes.

"Are we really going?" He finally spoke up. You nodded, not trusting you voice just yet. You had to stay strong, keep moving.

"Where do I take you? Where would Jake and Neytiri go if they couldn't stay with the tribe?" You kept walking ahead of him, he may see the uncertainty you managed to keep from your voice. Spider was quiet, deep in thought as he considered the question.

"Maybe a nomad tribe? The flatlands are easily scanned so maybe the cave dwellers north? Or the Ocean clans?" He didn't know. You weren't too surprised, after all he didn't seem that close to the parents of the Sully family.

"I should take you back to the Omatikaya, maybe the avatar's there would know. At the very least you'd be home?" You offered. You were unsure how you felt about going there yourself. You'd only known Norm, Max and Grace. If you came with Spider though the clan might not be too hostile to your presence.

"Uh yeah, home then I guess." You didn't like the way he said it. It stirred the same concern you'd felt before. Though the numbness hadn't left you yet. It was like someone had died, maybe you'd died a little. The part you left behind with the others, still on watch, still part of the team.

You couldn't be that person anymore though. You knew what they were doing with Spider was wrong. What they'd do for RDA was wrong. So you buried that feeling, lasering your focus on Spider and survival.

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Morning came as you walked on. You couldn't afford to rest until there was more space between you and them. You kept smiles and jokes with Spider but you knew he sensed your unease. He didn't have the words to help so kept to joking but it was half hearted. You moved swiftly, sure that the team could be on you any second.

Spider filled the air with stories as the days continued. Jake's kids had been his friends, Kiri especially. You saw his blush and joked with him, making big kissing faces as you taunted him gently. He laughed, more genuinely than days past and you felt yourself do the same.

The mountains drew closer now. Your spirit felt lighter again, distance made it easier to forget their warmth. The scent left on your skin wore away, the mix of the group replaced with the forest and sweat. You focused on the idea of a new life, new friends, even old ones. Spider had spoke little about the humans that remained but had let slip that Max and Norm were still alive. You grew anxious to see them again.

Spider showed you how to hunt like a real Na'vi. Even teaching you prayers to say over kills. Ways to thank the life around you for sustaining your own. It reminded you of your time with Grace before all this. You enjoyed Spider as a teacher, his awe and love of his world shone through. It fed his pride to pass it on too, it was nice to see him so confident.

It was on the last day before the mountains that you felt a familiar unease crawl up your tail to your spine. You whipped around gun raised into the green around you, Spider behind dropping into a protective stance knife raised.

"Be calm." A voice called from the trees. Omatikaya pushed through the leaves, making themselves visible to you both. Their own weapons lowered, you followed suit. They recognized Spider of course and maybe the lack of restraints on him put them at ease about you.

"Spider!" You heard Norm call out, tears welling at the sound of his voice. He rushed forward, tugging the boy up into a hug in his avatar body. You smiled over at him as Spider dangled in his grasp.

"Norm!" You called, grinning as you approached. You didn't know how you'd explain yourself but just seeing him put you at ease. You stilled though, his expression catching you off guard. It was beyond shocked, pale and his tail betrayed a frantic shift in mood. There was a horror in his eyes that you didn't understand.

"Y/n? but wha.. how the.. you were..." He stammered out, Spider slipping out of his arms and dropping to the grass bellow. Spider seemed to mirror some of his unease, fidgeting as he seemed to be trying to form an explanation. You shrugged, you'd have to be the one to break the ice.

"Sorry I know it must be weird, seen as I died..."

"You didn't." The world could have crashed around you and you'd fail to notice. Everything was gone to you. You could only focus ahead as you watched yourself come into view.

You were older now. New wrinkles behind the exopack your human self wore. Their face was stern, something hardened it over the years you'd not experienced yourself. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat quickening. This was why Spider was so strange talking about you, he actually knew you.

You tried to speak, to ask questions but your throat was so tight. A pounding in your head grew until it felt like your skull was going to explode. You dropped into a squat trying to remember how to breathe slower but it wasn't happening. Pain erupted in your chest now too, tears flowing freely as your world shattered around you.

You were dimly aware of Spider with you, gripping your hands and trying to speak. You couldn't understand him over the ringing of your ears. It felt for all the world like you were dying.

Your head shot up to meet your human selves steely gaze. They sighed, looking aggravated at your state before stalking off. Norm came forward then, helping Spider calm you.

Eventually you slowed your breathing, following Spider's instructions and matching his. Norm helped you stand on shaking legs, walking you back to where they made camp.

He kept looking away when you caught his eyes. The man who'd been a friend so many years ago. Maybe it's because you weren't the you he knew. Maybe the you he knew had burned that bridge long ago. You wanted to speak to ask him to explain it all but you couldn't bring yourself too.

The camp was sparse. Nothing like the village you'd heard stories of from Jake before. A shadow of the former tribes lives. Pieces of it hung from walls and were formed into make shift tents. Human weaponry was pilled up beside spears and more traditional equipment.

Everywhere you followed after Norm, eyes shot daggers. You couldn't blame the people, you looked like military. A warrior took your gun and knife from you before a young Na'vi male stood before you. The feathered shoulders clued you in, this was the new Chief. You bowed your head, remembering Grace's lessons and let Spider speak for you.

The young Chief allowed you to stay under the watch of the avatars. You were to be escorted with them or Spider where ever you went. Not a warm welcome but a gracious one considering what experience they'd had of your kind before. You followed Spider into the area the humans stayed, he passed you an air mask and took you through to the labs.

"Oh good you're not dead." The human you walked into your field of vision. It was still startling to see them. They wore clothing more similar to lab wear than you'd ever worn. More like Grace's style. It came to you in a wave of sadness, those were actually some of Grace's clothes.

Spider seemed agitated next to you, this human you making him uncomfortable. You felt yourself shift just slightly, shielding him from them. They didn't notice or didn't care, simply sitting in an office chair and looking stone faced up at you.

"Suppose you want to know what happened then. I got out. I enacted my plan. Took whatever information I could and met Jake and Norm out here. Grace was already dead but we had a fight to win. We did win, though we lost Trudy too but we won. Well for a time anyway. We've been with people out here ever since. Fighting alongside them again. Glad you at least kept my fight." They told the story coldly, no hint of sorrow for who they'd lost nor any sympathy for you hearing it fresh. They seemed to look at you with some distaste, maybe they remembered how you'd still felt about your previous allegiance.

"If I'm honest I'd forgotten all about the Recombinant program until, Socorro here got himself kidnapped."

"Spider." You said firmly, feeling that rage waking in you.

"Sure. Still I'll have to give Max an earful, you weren't supposed to happen." They turned in their chair, facing the computer, conversation over. Spider touched your arm gently urging you to leave with him, his face masking a deep sorrow.

You seethed, letting the tears fall. Screw this you. How could you be so callous now! Did they not remember how it had felt, the guilt? Or had rage burned away the compassion for their once friends. How could they be so cruel to Spider?! Did they even care he wasn't dead! The only question left slipped out as a whisper.

"Don't you give a shit about him?" You kept your eyes on them. Spider quickly tugging you, maybe trying to stop you from speaking but not daring to talk himself.

"hmm?" Your own voice hummed the question, not listening, not even turning. You stormed forward, yanking the chair to face you. Their face betrayed the shock, the sudden fear of their larger stronger self.

"He needed someone years ago and you didn't care. Were you even going to help him now?" You screamed into their face, watching as their eyes darted to your fangs. Spider shrunk back, unable to intervene. You watched as your human self composed, face falling into a neutral mask.

"Why should I? He's not mine." Your human selves face curled, disgust at you, at Spider. This foul reflection angered you, they had what you'd been trying to move towards this whole time. How they wasted it!

You couldn't stand to be anywhere near them now. You saw right through them as your sure they saw into you. They hated the kid. He was a reminder of what they lost to be here.

Spider shifted uncomfortably you turned back to him now. Softening your features you reached a hand to his. He looked at you with glassy eyes and took it. You walked out that room before you pulled him to you, hugging him in close.

"I'm so sorry." You sobbed, feeling him break against you. He cried, wailing against you. It felt like years of repressed feelings boiling over into one moment. His fists smacked against you, then gripped and hugged you.

You couldn't imagine what he must feel. To have been neglected by this person all his life only to be thrust into a horrible situation with their doppelganger. Then for that them to treat him like you had? He must have been a mess of contradictory feelings.

It was a long time before you both stopped crying. He led you to his room here and you both collapsed. It had been over a week since you'd slept soundly but you did now.

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You followed him out to the camp the next morning. He showed you where he met Kiri, where they played as children. Around you the Na'vi looked on, their undisguised mistrust and disgust at you. You were worse than a 'dreamwalker' you must seem like a demon to them. The face of their friend warped to look like them, a false body designed to lure them in to their death.

You felt self conscious about your army gear, opting to let Spider bring you more traditional Na'vi clothing. Your laughable attempts at getting the stuff on led to Mo'at showing you. You'd heard of her before from Grace.

Mo'at seemed to be the only one to treat you kindly at first. Though through her closeness others seemed to drop their walls. You were still foolish and unskillful to them but that was better than being the hated demon.

You wanted to talk to her about the seeds. About what you'd witnessed in the cave but you couldn't. How would she react to knowing you'd desecrated a holy space. Would she even believe Eywa would help your kind? You dropped it, it didn't matter anymore anyway. Why the seeds landed on him didn't matter anymore.

You were settling in the best you could even stopped tugging at the scant clothing you wore now. It had been weeks and Spider's continued lessons had helped make you feel less of a burden. He was with you now, showing you how to build a bow when Norm crashed through the tent. He was a flurry of motion, tripping over baskets as he barreled forward.

"Jake's called, Kiri needs us, come!" He pulled Spider, who grabbed your arm. You stayed rooted.

"Y/n come on!" He tugged.

"I...I can't, go please." Spider hesitated, hand still wrapped around your arm. You couldn't face them now, maybe in time but right now it felt wrong. Your heart was still aching from betraying your friends. What if he sensed it somehow? You didn't want to see the disgust he'd feel if he knew how much you yearned for them.

Spiders fingers slipped, letting Norm lead him to their transport. He kept looking back at you, you waved but stayed still. Watching until he was gone from view, then you were alone. No one said anything or stopped you as you made your way to the forest bellow.

You weren't supposed to go anywhere alone. They didn't trust you still, you supposed but you needed to be alone. You couldn't bare Mo'at or the others seeing you cry for the unit you longed for.

You wandered aimlessly, not even sure yourself where you were going. Here you never really were alone, every animal and plant buzzed with life around you. It felt nice, comforting. The scents of the forest, the breeze through the leaves, the feel of the soil between your toes. It was worth it right? Leaving behind the ones you loved to save this.

You wandered far, not realizing until you were there that you'd gone to 'the shack'. It was as it had been months back. Broken building, abandoned AMP suit. You went to it without hesitation now, peering down at Quartich's skeleton.

Oddly it was headless now. Searching you found the fragments in the dirt. Dimly you remembered Quaritch had not ordered himself be recovered. That he'd taken his tags off but left the body here. Had he done that to his skull? It put you in mind of a phoenix, that he'd rose from his ashes into his new life.

You wished you'd done the same. Bitterly imagining your human self back at camp. You wondered if they'd even notice Spider's absence this time. If they'd even check if he was out or missing. You remembered how Quaritch spoke of his human selves orders back in the cave. Maybe he didn't like his other self much either.

You barely felt the twitch of being watched before pain flooded your senses. Screaming you gripped your side, looking down at the bright tranq jutting out. The drug worked quick, you'd barely taken a step before your legs turned to stone. You tumbled into the grass, the cold numbness spreading up. You tried to scream, to crawl but it was no use. Your body simply wouldn't obey, stilling in the clearing.

They'd found you, they must have found you! Your vision hazed, a wobbling blur as the drug flooded your senses. Human figures stalked forward. Brow furrowing you tried to look at them.

"Hardly recognized this one all dressed up! Or down eh? Ardmore better give me a raise for taggin one!" A boot by your head sneered out before it struck you.

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mschimdt · 11 months

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Truth or dare

quaritch x recom reader

summary: you were put into the recom team as a therapist and a medic, you were also a marine, you get invited to play a game of truth or dare randomly with the rest of the recoms, not thinking anything of it and not knowing where it was gonna lead you

warnings: teasing, knife play, rough quaritch, sub reader, punishments, dares, embarassment, just pure filth so beware minors ❗️NOT PROOF READ❗️

LOTS AND LOTS OF TYPOS THAT IM TOO LAZY TO FIX

note: this is super shitty and rushed because my accounts dead and the story doesnt make sense

you were recently added to the recom team in an avatar body, you were their therapist and medic, but you also joined wars because you used to be a marine.

you heard ur name being called over the loud speakers, it was ardmors calling you somewhere, probably another therapy session for one of the recoms because theyre losing their sanity, the only one that seemed somewhat stable was quaritch

infact it was a therapy lesson, you expected it to be lyle or mansk because they were the most unstable ones out of the group and they came to your office randomly to talk about things that are bothering them , you made your way to your office, opening the door expecting lyle or mansk, but to your surprise, it was quaritch?

hes never been in your office once, you stood still for a few seconds after opening the door, you came back to your senses and closed the door, the rusty hinges making a squeaking sound

"hey" you said, pulling your chair to sit down, you open the book where you put upcoming sessions, and infact quaritch was there, how didnt you notice before?

"okay so, tell me whats been bothering you" you say, in a stable tone

"nothin's botherin me i was forced to come here" he says, leaning lightly on the chair, arms crossed against his chest and his legs open

"theres no way nothings been bothering you, you just came back from that war with sully and you experienced some things.." you say

eventually after convincing him, he eventually spilled the things that were bothering him, you also got to know more about him during that session, ylu and quaritch were already friends, not quite but you waved to eachother and greeted eachother

you also played gamenighgs together every thursday, so you could say you were friends. but you got to know him more today

after that jaw dropping session, you went to your room, changed and sat in bed, it was thursday, aka gamenight day

after a long nap, you got up getting dressed in shorts, keeping your shirt on, not that it mattered what you wore becausr everyone would just meet up in whatever they eere wearing head to the mess hall, you were a few minutes late

you walked through the halls, opening your tab to check if you had any messages from anyone

you reached the mess hall, they were already playing something, seated on the floor with a bottle in the middle, the moment you saw the bottle you hesitated going back because you knew its either a kissing game or some dirty ass game of truth or dare, most likely lyles idea

you made up your mind, continuing your walk to the empty area in the messhall, "hey, move a bit? i wanna join" you say, they stared up at you

they moved and you sat across from lyle, you noticed quaritch was sitting on a table on the other side of the mess hall, across from ja, looked like they were playing poker. the bottle spun, you noticed Z-dog barsly had any clothes on and lyle had shoes taped to his head, mansk wasnt wearing a shitt which was very unusual and prager and the rest had red handprints on their faces

"soooo what we playing?" you say "truth or dare, whos gonma spin it?" lyle answers

z dog grabs the bottle and spins it, it landed on prager and mansk, prager asked and mansk answered

"truth or dare masnkkk" he said, in a high pitched voice to mock mansk "truth, gotta save myself from whatever demonic shit you were planning"

prager asked his question, it was a really dumb one

you spun the bottle this time, it landed on you and lyle, lyle asked and you answered

"truth or dare Y/N" "dare" you said, awaiting the most likely humiliating dare you were gonna get

"sit next to quaritch n touch him somewhere your not supposed to, if u dont do it youve gotta pay up, 50 dollars!"

"ugh fuck you lyle! i wont be pahing 50 dollars to youe broke ass" you put your hand on the floor, pusshing yourself upwards to stand up, yoy stared in quaritchs direction

you walked over to the table where he was sitting with ja, both focused on the game they were playing, you sat nect to quaritch, way too close for your liking, your thighs were just a few inches away from touching

you leaned your hand on the table leaning your head on it

you noticed your friends staring at you with wide smiles on their faces looking like theyre about to burst out laughing

you position your other hand to sit against quaritchs thigh

you lift your hand, setting it on quaritchs thigh

quaritch turmed around to face you, he didnt even notice you sit nect to him because of how focusrd he was and he went back to playing the game, you got uo and left heading back to your friends

you played for almost 15 minutes after that, alot of humiliating dares coming through

finally, everyone left, the only people left were you, lyle, quaritch, ja, and z dog in the room, you stopped plahing truth or dare because you were only 3 players

you said bye, and started walking the way to your room, you jeard footsteps behind yoy as you approached the door, and then you felt a harsh tug at your hair, you felt yourself being pushed back against a tall broad figure

"what do ya' think ya' were doin huh?"

he said, you recognised quaritchs voice "sorry sir..? i dont quite get what you mean" you said, inoccently asif what you did never happened

"i heard you n the others playing a game of truth n dare huh? you know?" he said, letting go of your hair inorder for you to face him

"o-oh that? it was just a silly dare, i promise it wont happen again sir" you said staring at the ground, you should have just payed those 50 dollars

"theres no it wont happen again now kid, unlock your door ive seen the way you look at me" he was correct, you have stared at him a few times admiring him but it was never something serious ,right?

while you were unlocking the door, quaritch said something "ya know that therapy session we had? none of those things were botherin me as much as ya were, knowing that we couldnt have eachother because of this syupid mission, hell its the entire purpose of our life now! we were revived to fight"

you didnt reply, opening your door and lettinf quaritch in, not expecting what he was going to do

as soon as you locked the door, you felt yourself being lifted up only to be harshly throws across your bed, quaritch grabbing you by your hair again, lifting you up and laying your lower half across his lap

"ya may not like this but ion reslly give a shit"

before you could even respond, your shorts were pulled down and, a hard smack was delivered to your ass

you let out a whimper, not expecting him to full on smack your ass??

"thas what you get for listening to those bastards you filthy little slut huh?"

"yes.." you say

"yes what?" he says before delivering another harsh smack on your ass

"yes.. s-sir..?"

"good girl" he says, pulling you up by ypur shoulders, laying you down on the bed gently, which surprised you because ylu thought he was gonna throw you again

you didnt notice him pull out a knofe from his pocket, in an instant, his pocket knife was on your neck, leaving little cuts

you couldnt do anything, your hands were restrained above your head

you could also see quaritch clearly getting hard by the obvious bludge in his pants, it looked like he was enjoying the torture he was putting you through

he pressed his knife ahainst your soft flesh again going a bit deeper, you hiss and you try to get away from his grip only to find his hand meeting your face at what looked like the speed of light, leaving a red mark on your face

"stay silent, or else there wont be a reward" there was a reward? you didnt expect there to be a reward especially by how cruel colonel is

after a few more cuts across your entire body, he stopped setting his knife on your nightstand

"i think ya did well enough" he says

the heat in between your legs burning, spilling with your slick, you were only wearing panties, still in your tshirt

he pressed his hand against your clothed cunt, your panties basically dripping wet at this point

"looks like ya enjoyed it?" you nod

he fingered your clothed cunt, emitting a few moans from you, not silencing you this time

"p-please" you say, you were fed up with his teasing, it was too much

"please what? whatcha want me to do" he says, with a shit eating grin on his face, a grin you wouldnt see even if he killed sully

"please.. touch me?" you say unsure of what you want him to do you just wanted to feel your orgasm

"where" he says, and youve had enough, you grab your panties yo pull them down, tired of his teasing 'for fucks sake' you mumble

"eager i see? here let me-" he says, the moment your panties where on the floor, he grabbed both your thighs splitting them apart

bringing his fingers toward your cunt, circiling the sensetive bud, which was enough to rip a few moans from you

he unexpectedly slipped both of his fingers inside of you at once, making you let out the loudest moan yet, he continues circiling your clit while thrusting both his fingers inside of you

"i-im. g-gonna-" then it stopped, he pulled his fingers out of you "not yet sweetheart, only place youll be cumming is on my cock" he says i. a deep raspy voice

you were flipped onto your stomache ass in the air, you heard metal clinking which you could guess was quaritchs belt coming undone

and soon enough, you felt his cock brush up against your ass, he grabbed it by his hand leading it down to your slick folds, moving it up and down "mmh"

his tip pressed up against your enterance, slowly pushing his length inside of you, you were in a navi body but he was still too big

half his lemgth was pushrd inside of you, stretching your "virgin" walls wider than theyre even been stretched

you werent a virgin in the past, its just that youve never done something like this in this body

quaritch looked down, his braid falling onto his chest, his eyes widened an idea popping in his head

"ya wanna do that thing? the navi thing?" you nodded, too cockdrunk already to even respond, let alone think straight

you frlt your braid being pulled, pink tendrils looking for something to lash onto

you felt the nerves tpuch against something right before you felt a rush of adrenaline in your body, your vision turning white, feeling everything quaritch was feeling

you let out a soft whimper "move" you said, eager for release

he startrd moving softly, each time he bottomed out he touched your cervix, shooting a rush of pleasure accross your body eachtime he touched it, it felt even better because you could feel everything he was feeling

soon enough, he was rutting into you like there was no tommorow, groans emitting from his throat while soft whimpers and moans came out of your mouth

"im gonna cu-" "go ahea-d" a slight crack in his voice, you camr your orgasm shooting across your body, you sae stars for a few seconds, quaritch helping you ride out your high

you felt a warm and sticky substance shoot into your cunt, quaritch loosing rythm of his thrusts, he thrusted into you a few more times, before finally bottoming out

sweat trickling across his and your body, the tsaheylu camr undone, a few seconds after that, quaritch pulled out of you, a thick rope of cunt connecting his cock to your cunt

you collapsed onto your bed, too cockdrunk to process things, by the time quaritch cleaned you up, you were already fast asleep, only to soon be joined by quaritch cuddling eachother to sleep, he never seemed like a cuddly type of guy but i guess i was wrong

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vinciwolf · 1 year

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Loyalty Pt 2

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: this is a shorter chapter but trust me these are gonna get loooong in the future, death, violence

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in italics, but inner thoughts are also in italics. Tags: @perseny @mechformers @ragingloser

As you came to, your vision slightly blurry, you stared down the barrel of a rifle. You were only out for a few second after the collision to your head, but it was enough for your hostage and Z-dog to have you cornered on the ground, your knife kicked to the side out of your reach.

You tsked and pressed your fingers to your scalp. Blood dripped from the wound.

Bitch.

Your former hostage that you would learn his name was Prager yanked you to your feet by your arm and took hold of your braid with a vice grip, giving you the same treatment you had given him. Z-dog patted you down and took your rifle, throwing it to one of her buddies near where Miles stood, before roughly clipping your hands together with orange handcuffs.

Prager shoved you forward and towards the group, knocking you to your knees in front of the Colonel.

You looked over to Lo’ak and slanted your head at him, your eyes squeezed into daggers as a way of telling him I’ll kill you.

The young Na’vi pinched his shoulders inwards timidly as his way of saying oops before deflecting his eyes to the ground.

Lyle came forward and punched you in the mouth, causing you to bend forward onto your bound hands and spit up blood. He said something about how that was ‘for Prager’ but you couldn’t tell exactly what he said because your head was ringing from that nasty punch. You wiped your mouth with your knuckles before Prager seized your braid again and held you upright.

Taking a handful of your necklaces, Lyle snickered to the others, “She really did go full native, huh?” Then ripped the jewels harshly from your neck, popping the strings.

Your heart ached as you watched the beads fall and spread into the mud, but you couldn’t let them win.

With a bloody toothed smile, you laughed, “Heh, you were always such an asshole to the ladies, Lyle.”

He grinned, fangs showing, fancying his work, “Nice to see you again too, bitch.”

Eywa please kill this fucker.

Lo’ak hissed at the men handling you, cussing all different kinds of things in Na’vi they couldn’t understand, and half of you hoped they never would.

Your vision was still a little watery but you could make out the forms standing before you, even little Tuk who you prayed had somehow gotten away. But life was cruel even to the innocent.

The wound to your brow began to crust and harden from the humidity, blood drying along your face. The sting of your lip indicated that somewhere it had split form Lyle’s punch. Poking your tongue forward, the pain doubled and you felt now big the cut was.

That’s gonna leave a mark.

Then you had to face the one man you thought you’d never see again.

Not in the flesh, you peered over to the rusty AMP. That was assured. But somehow, Miles in a Na’vi body.

“(Y/N)?” he squatted down to meet your gaze, bent index finger holding your face up as his thumb swiped your chin slowly.

“You’re dead,” you breathed, exhausted from being hit in the face twice.

“Yes,” Miles looked over his shoulder and nodded, “he’s dead. But me? I’m built with his memories and the strength of your people. A pretty potent mix.”

It was hard to look away from such a sight. His arms rippled with strength and had the same eagle tattoo sprawled across his chiseled bicep. The Colonel’s ears flattened while he inspected your Na’vi features, trying to figure out if he should like or hate your knew look. When he stood up, he was taller than you with a walk that screamed dominance and poise. And his eyes… you were completely transfixed on him.

“You’re just a cheap copy and paste of the original,” you spat.

Miles chuckled.

Hand resting on his holstered pistol, he used his other free hand to finger an upward motioned at your direction. You pinched your lips and grunted when Prager lifted you to your feet and stepped you closer to the Colonel.

Your head was almost level to his… almost. He was still intimidating but you noticed the soft swell of his lips, and the broadness to his shoulders. You felt so small near him as he stepped closer, Prager holding you head up to keep your eyes from looking away. He leaned in and you felt suffocated, engulfed by his sent, his stare, his fangs when he opened his mouth to speak.

“We regrouped in hell, given a second chance,” he said. “With my skills and knowledge of Jake Sully, I’ll find him. Oh, I’ll find him…” he bobbed his head, lips pursing briefly,” …even if I have to cut it out of each and every one of you tree huggin’ bastards.”

With that, he turned to face his men and instructed them to keep the ‘valuable hostages’ bound and close. He then cuffed his fingers around his neck and communicated with his base for evac.

You were worried about Spider. Having to meet his ‘father’ in another body, a much deadlier body, must’ve been terrifying.

“He’s not your father, Spider,” you reassured Spider.

“I know,” he pressed his lips.

Soon, eclipse fell and the night began to glow, allowing a different kind of life to take over the forest. Nocturnal creatures screeched and chirped. A drop fell atop of your head and you cussed that this couldn’t get any worse, then rain fell from the heavens and you cussed some more.

After a while, you started to tire from being away from your pills for so long. You tried to hold your head up but being punched twice and not having your daily intake of drugs fogged your brain, causing another massive headache to occur. Miles circled the group, assault rifle in hand. As you took note of his lean waste and massive arms, in your haze, you wondered what it felt like to touch those biceps.

Prager tugged your head back when you slacked forward.

Then a sound woke you up.

It was an echo. Your ears peaked from the message. There was another quick ‘whoop’ in the distance.

Mother was coming for her cubs.

Looking around you saw the same reaction from Spider and Lo’ak. Kiri started mumbling her prayers and Tuk scanned her eyes around the best she could while being retrained.

One of the soldiers told Kiri to shut up, moving him just right into position.

An arrow shot through his skull and he fell to the ground hard. Prager looked around as everyone scrambled to retaliate. Tuk bit hard into her captor’s arm, while Spider and Lo’ak pulled the pins to some smoke grenades attached to the soldiers’ vests. You bounced upwards and hit Prager’s chin hard with the back of your head causing him to lose balance, giving you a chance to topple him with a roundhouse kick before running away with the kids.

Through the forest, pumped with adrenaline, you were fast, stopping momentarily to by a sharp rock to cut your handcuffs off.

Everything seemed too good to be true. You prayed to Eywa to keep up the luck.

But Eywa could be funny sometimes.

An explosion hit you from behind, causing the trunk you were running on to shake violently, making you fall onto your stomach, hands latching onto whatever to keep you from falling. You looked down and saw that Spider fall into the undergrowth below. You scrambled to your feet and regrouped your thoughts, while looking down helplessly to find the unconscious kid.

Kiri screamed but Neytiri grabbed her by the arm and pushed her forward. She did the same for you and yanked your hand to keep moving with her, but you were a stone.

She turned and looked at you, eyes wide questioning why you weren’t coming with. Were you mad?

“(Y/N), come! Come!” she yelled at you, voice squeaking, as she tugged your hand again.

“Be well, sister. I must save Spider. Go! Run!” you pleaded, letting go of her hand, and pushing her shoulder to get her moving.

This pained the Na’vi woman deeply because this was the exact thing her father did during the assault on Hometree. He told her to run, only for her to find him later with bark sticking through his abdomen. Reluctantly, Neytiri let you go, heartbreak etching her features as she slipped way with Kiri and disappeared into the forest, bush and leaves snapping and clicking from their haste.

You surrendered to the brief moment of realization that you’d never see them again, that you were going to die saving Spider. And you were ok with that. You wanted to die. It was better than being addicted and having your brain eat you alive with this pounding blood pressure racing through your temple.

Bouncing onto the forest floor, you raced to find Spider. His small body in the thicket looked like a Na’vi babe. He was so innocent.

Shaking him violently, he began to wake up causing your shoulders to slack. The kid was alright and you were happy. He sat up, and with your help, you placed him on his feet, but there was no time.

“Get up! Come! We need to get away from—” you were interrupted by the Na’vi soldiers surrounding the both of you, guns clacking and pointed directly at you.

You stood in front of Spider and, placing a hand behind you, braced him against your backside, ears slanted far back with teeth bared. You hissed at the Colonel’s men.

From the shadows of the woods, Miles approached you and Spider.

“Come with us, and you won’t get hurt,” he bargained with arms outstretch and hands empty.

“Leave us alone!” You yelled, your tail twitching in rage.

His arms fell, one hand finding his hip, as he sighed. “I’m afraid we can’t do that.”

Your hand flew to block your eyes when a sudden, blinding white light from above pierced the night. The violent winds from the airship flattened the plants around you, muting any sound perception as you and Spider were caught in the middle of the loud whirl from the ship’s rudders.

Even the Colonel was caught off guard from the impeccable timing.

Your head was already spinning from the withdrawals and this loud noise caused even more disorientation. Legs caved and you fell onto hands and knees, holding your head. Spider leaned down and tried to help. You held you head and balanced on your legs the best you could.

Miles didn’t know what was up with you, when five minutes ago you were all teeth and snarls, so he took this opportunity to run full speed and tackle you to the ground and snatch Spider.

You saw him coming but yielded to his blow, took weak to fight back.

When he hit, the force hammered your body into the cold mud, your head striking the ground.

Your mind shut off. A full blackout.

Miles hoisted Spider over his shoulder with him kicking and screaming. He attached his harness to the airships suspension cord while peering at you momentarily.

You looked so peaceful lying in the mud, your body sprawled out unconscious.

A tinge of guilt flooded the Colonel’s gut. Did he really hit you that hard?

Miles then screamed to Lyle to pick you up.

“C’mon baby, we goin’ for a ride,” the corporal chuckled as he slung you over his shoulder.

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Hi! I love your writing.

I can't get an idea/senario out of my head so if you have the time, could you please do a poly recom squad x recom reader where reader gets kidnapped by Jake and the metkayina clan as retaliation for the recoms kidnapping tuk, lo'ak and tsireya. Then they refuse to let reader go even after they got their kids back because jake want to know how they're alive and he kinda hurts/scares/threatens reader and then the recom squad come to rescue her. And when they're on base again they won't stop worrying about her and maybe some smut?

(Thank you for this idea! It had people waiting for this to release)

"Vengeance Turns To Desire"

Recoms (Quaritch/Lyle/Mansk/Lopez/Prager/Ja)x Recom Y/N

A/N: sorry for always eliminating our lady recoms. This is by far the longest fanfic I have ever written and I lost my mind while writing countless times. Eat it up.

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Summary: Jake captures Y/N, inflicting pain on her to get answers. But the recoms refuse to leave her there so they go and rescue Y/N. Once back in safety, emotions and feelings spiral out of control.

WARNINGS: smut, ANGST, violence, blood, injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort, penetration, double-penetration, unprotected sex, voyeurism, smut with multiple people at once, blowjobs,

Word Count: 14,771 (50 pages, holy shit I know)

In the military, everything is ordered and organised. There is a structure in the daily tasks of an individual. A plan. And things are meant to go according to plan.

Today, things did not go according to plan. Everything is utter chaos.

I’m Y/N. A recom soldier, with the sole life purpose of successfully completing my assigned mission along with the rest of my squad. That mission is to hunt down and kill Jake Sully, a man who once lived among us and who, a few years back, decided to switch sides. Now, Jake is a Na’vi in an Avatar body and no longer a human.

We marines aren’t human anymore either. Our old bodies died and we are artificially made Avatars who have been given the deceased soldier’s memories. It’s why we exist.

Since we are the RDA’s front-line combat team, we were sent out into the world. To explore Pandora as fake natives and find Sully. Our mission status was progressing and reached a peak when we stumbled upon what we assumed were Jake’s kids in the forest. Unfortunately for us, we didn’t manage to keep them hostage for long. He and his partner attacked us, taking back their kids except for the human boy. The Colonel found him injured and on the ground. But he was alive, so the mission was called off for the day. At least we were able to bring back some source of information, even if not every soldier who left the RDA base returned home…

Time went by fast when one’s life is on the line. Things also got more challenging when we realised that our enemy left the shared biome we were in. So we had to continue our search and use other tactics to get information out of others. The recom team was running out of time, so violence became a favoured option. Morals were already long forgotten. It seemed as though it was either our life or theirs.

We found Sully and his family near the coastlines of Pandora, cowering away in a clan of a different kind. The Na’vi that lived here were different.

Jake introduced the RDA to the ocean Na’vi, which added them to the blacklist the RDA ran. He didn’t seem to know that he endangered all of them too.

Very soon, our mission had no structure. We were acting on instincts and instincts alone because often, we couldn’t assume what was awaiting us. Pandora often fired many cruel surprises our way.

In the end, one thing led to another and we were on a ship, fighting off the savage natives that had found us. Quaritch had three more kids that most likely belonged to Sully or at least someone close to him, handcuffed to a rail on deck. He seemed to like the hostage trick, probably hoping Sully would give up his life for theirs.

That’s what is happening right now. I’m standing on deck, along with the Colonel, Lyle, Prager, Z-Dog, Mansk, Lopez and Ja. We are all that’s left of the Deja Blu team.

I’m holding an assault rifle in my hands, keeping my eyes trained on the approaching Na’vi in the distance. No matter how unsure I feel about all of this, I have to stay composed and focused. I faintly hear the Colonel talking to Jake through the earpiece one of the kids had. He seems to be trying to lure him out on his own in exchange for the kids. Everything is finally seeming to go well. Jake is coming to us alone and for once, we are in control of the situation. Or at least that’s what we think. There’s a deadly silence on board the SeaDragon for a while. One which is abruptly ended when a Tulkun comes crashing out from the surface of the ocean, landing on the ship. The sudden action stuns everyone and causes all the Na’vi in the distance to take the opportunity of our vulnerability and attack.

My heart is pounding in my chest when I fall to the ground and see the huge whale struggle on board. My instincts scream at me to attack it, so I do. Swiftly sitting up, I raise my arms and aim them at the gigantic creature. Without a second of hesitation, my fingers hold down the trigger and I’m firing at it, soon realising its skin is unpenetrable with bullets. That doesn’t stop me from trying to find a weak spot though. Chaos breaks out as I start hearing shouts and screams around me. The rest of the team is on the other side of the Tulkun, separating me from them.

A sudden surge of panic flows through my body and my heartbeat picks up, but I continue to do what they are. Attacking the hostile animal.

But that doesn’t last very long. Its tail fin lifts into the air as it tries to move and slams down next to me, making me roll to the side to dodge it. I see it lift from the corner of my eye again before it collides with the deck once more, this time breaking the ground beneath me. In moments, I’m on my feet, trying to move away from the broken-off part of the ship but before I can even comprehend what happened, I’m thrown off board and into the water. The whale’s strong fin swung against my middle, effortlessly knocking me off my feet and causing me to be submerged in water.

My weapon swung in a different direction and I can’t see it anymore. But that isn’t my main concern at the moment. I’m running out of air and my lungs are aching, forcing me to swim up to the surface to breathe. I feel weighed down and still in shock from what just happened, but I manage.

My head breaks through the surface of the water and I gasp for air. A small sense of relief manages to prevent my heart from pounding through my skin and out of my chest. I swim in one spot for mere moments, thinking about how to get back on the ship. But in that same moment, I watch that option die out when something sharp closes around my calf and pulls me down into the ocean again. I can see how I’m being distanced from the surface and the light. A look of horror paints my face and helplessness makes me feel like I’m already drowning when I turn around to see a water Na’vi on some sea creature, pulling me after them. The animal whose head looks similar to that of a crocodile has its mouth clamped down around my leg. A small trail of blood, oozing from my injury with the speed that it’s swimming through the water. The Na’vi occasionally turns around and soon, I realise I’m surrounded by them. But they don’t let me go. The animal keeps its teeth sunk deep into the flesh of my calf. My vision starts to blur and grow darker because I’m running out of air again. But looking up, I realise how far away from the surface I am. I wouldn’t even be able to swim that in time. So naturally, everything starts to fade and I lose consciousness, assuming this is my death.

Day One:

My ears are ringing and I hear faint, muffled voices as my eyes start to open. Finally, I’m met with light once again. My lungs are calmly inhaling and exhaling unlike before and I feel myself sitting on the ground. A ground which seems very unfamiliar to me.

In front of me, I watch as my awakening seems to stir restlessness and start a commotion. The figures which I now realise are Na’vi have all stood up and backed away from me.

I groan in pain, pushing my back off the wall behind me. My hands want to come up and palm my forehead to ease me back into reality but they can’t. My movement has been restricted while I was out and only now can I feel the tight rope binding my wrists together.

The voices are talking in a language I don’t understand. Must be Na’vi. My legs are outstretched before me and my eyes stop when I properly see my wound. It’s big. The bite marks are visible and my blood has stained my skin and soaked the unusually woven floor beneath me.

Another figure walks in but my mind is too hazy after everything that has happened to properly pay attention to my surroundings. Tiredly, I let my head fall back against the woven wall, trying to focus on my breathing instead of the pain in my right leg.

“See that Quaritch? That’s right. I got one of y’er soldiers.” I hear someone say in English. My weak body responds and my ears twitch forwards. I open my eyes, looking through the small strands of hair shielding my face to see… Jake Sully.

Suddenly, my body seems to properly jolt awake and my heartbeat picks up again, pumping adrenaline through my veins. Sully had captured me.

I stare up at him in shock, finally having the strength to look around and take in my surroundings. His stare is hard and he seems to show me no mercy.

I also notice he’s holding what looks like a camera in his hand and he’s pointing it at me.

The Na’vi around me have stepped out of the camera’s frame while I was coming to my senses and now I can recognise his partner. I think her name is Neytiri. A harsh glare covers her expression.

“You know what I want.” Jake snarls, pressing the radio call button he has around his neck. He seems to be talking to Quaritch through the earpiece.

“Give me my goddamn kids otherwise I’ll kill ‘er.” Sully says and I can hear the desperation in his voice. The threat is loud and clear.

I watch helplessly as he draws a knife from the holster around his torso and walks right up to me. Instinctively, I want to move away and I struggle against the ropes. My leg moves and I whine out in pain, clenching my teeth together to stay silent. It is best to stay silent in hostage situations.

Jake crouches down next to me and points the camera at my trembling leg.

“See? I ain’t joking.” he adds, gripping my ankle and lifting my leg. I gasp, sinking my own teeth into my bottom lip. Unfortunately, that doesn’t prevent the pained whimper from leaving my mouth. I don’t want them to know I was in pain. I don’t want to seem weak.

He looks at me, taking note of my reaction before almost carelessly dropping my leg. I throw my head back and clench my eyes closed. My lips are pressed together, muffling my cry.

Jake points the video camera at my face and I glance into the lens before looking away in shame. His hand comes up and he grips my jaw, tilting my head to the side to show a wound I had on my neck before doing the same on the other side. Quaritch must have said something that made Jake smirk.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?” Sully adds, digging his fingers against my jaw and forcing me to look up at him.

“I want all three of ‘em back by the end of today.” Jake snarls, roughly pushing my head away and letting go of me.

I smirk. Even with all the pain and horror, I manage to be myself.

Jake notices and continues to point the lens at me.

“Damn, all three?” I ask, before nodding with a grin. I didn’t expect them to get away with our previous three hostages.

Jake glares daggers at me. “Yeah, all three.” he snarls. “And I’m gettin’ ‘em all back too.”

“That’s three lives vs. one. You kidding?” I ask, before coughing lightly. “Don’t do it.” My eyes meet the camera lens again. I was talking to Quaritch, or whoever was watching.

I hear Jake growl before he adjusts his grip on his knife and presses it against my neck. It makes me shut up but I can’t loosen my facial muscles to stop my grin. The blade is pressing into my skin uncomfortably but not harshly enough to slice through my skin.

Jake is staring into my eyes and I can tell he’s in deep thought. Nevertheless, he looks enraged. His ears are flattened all the way back and he bares his fangs when he speaks.

“She’s gonna die here, Quaritch. I’ll make sure to make it last as long as possible.” Jake hisses, keeping the knife firmly pressed against the side of my throat. His ears twitch forwards when he hears Quaritch respond.

His eyes are focused on mine but he’s listening to what the Colonel is saying on the other line. Jake presses his lips together in a frown, harshly glaring at me one last time before nodding and pulling his hand away.

I exhale deeply in relief. A breath I didn’t know I was holding. Blood lightly trickles down my neck. Jake must have broken through a layer of skin with his blade. The cut burns but it is bearable.

Jake gets up from the ground, peering down at me before shutting off the video camera and turning away.

“I want ‘em back by tonight. And if anythin’s happened to ‘em-” Jake pauses, wiping his hand over his face in stress. “I won’t hesitate to kill her.”

Once again, he firmly nods before motioning something to Neytiri. She walks up to him and they both leave after she turns and looks at me once more. Disgust and hatred were emitted through her look. It’s very clear that I am not wanted here.

As they leave, I overhear them exchange a few words in Na’vi.

“Should we get her ready for the exchange?” Neytiri asks. Jake looks at her with a pause before answering.

“No.” he mumbles, and his answer surprises her. “We can use her against them.”

His partner looks at him with wide eyes and he shrugs. “She won’t leave here alive.”

His last sentence sounds like an order. One I cannot understand.

My sense of time is gone. I don’t know whether it’s still the same day or whether I had been out for multiple days. But it doesn’t seem to matter because I know no one will tell me anyway. What is confusing me is how the Colonel and my team managed to escape that hellish chaos alive and with the kids. But I have the rest of the day to think about that now.

After a few hours, I notice it’s dark outside. There are two armed Na’vi outside the odd-looking hut I’m in, but nothing is happening. I haven’t seen Jake since the interaction we had earlier. But I felt like I was waiting for him to come and get me. From what I understood from the talk he had with Quaritch, Jake wanted to trade me against his kids. An offer which still seems stupid to me.

We had already lost half our squad and Quaritch never seemed too moved by their death. So why would my life matter to him? I’m one person. An Avatar they can grow again if they deem it necessary. They have three hostages. Kids with information about everything we need to know. I think it’s clear that I’m not going back. But despite that, I stayed awake in hopes of Jake returning to bring me back to them. I want to go back. I don’t feel ready to die here. Not when we have so much to still see on this planet. Even though Pandora is our enemy, I’m amazed by the beauty of nature every time we go out. The power the forests hold.

Day Two:

Sunlight shines through my eyelids, making it impossible for me to continue sleeping. Wait- I slept through the night. The night that I was meant to return home if the deal worked.

My body jolts awake in panic and the sudden movements pain my leg, making me tense up and freeze. I look around me to find a once again empty room. Shit. I promised myself last night I wouldn’t sleep until I return to the RDA.

Hours went by and I was still left alone in the tent-like hut. Usually, when hearing waves softly crash and distant noises of animals and people, one would find the atmosphere quite relaxing. But the silence was almost eery to me. I was left alone with my thoughts and it made me sick. My body was sore from not being able to move and my calf muscle was throbbing with pain. The wound I had gotten was left untreated and I was being neglected. Not that I expected to be taken care of. I didn’t. But actually experiencing this is different to imagining how it would be.

My thoughts wandered. Jake wasn’t back. Perhaps the trade hadn’t worked. Maybe the RDA refused to give up the kids. If that were true, it doesn’t surprise me. That’s probably why I’m still here. Quaritch must have chosen to keep them hostage over saving me. I felt miserable and abandoned but if I were in his place, I would have left me too.

Perhaps the recoms took one look at my leg and decided I was basically already dead. A wounded soldier is useless in times of war. Why bother to help me?

Day Three:

I barely slept. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t rest. My entire body ached from not moving. My shoulders were becoming agonisingly sore from my hands being tied behind my back and my leg had finally stopped bleeding but it was swollen. The bite marks were deep and my blood looked infected.

A Na’vi came into my room. She was from the water clan but I didn’t mind because I saw she was holding water and food. The girl looked young too and somehow oddly familiar. As if I’ve seen her before.

Of course, she wasn’t alone. A large Na’vi followed her, holding a spear. His face and chest had tribal tattoos and he stood by the doorway, watching over the girl. Most likely her father.

More people walked in and I spotted Jake between them. He walked up to me and was hesitantly followed by a few kids.

His eyes scanned me over before he nodded at the girl next to me. She put the small basket down and gave me water while Jake discussed something with the man watching over the girl.

I gulped down everything in the bottle. Finally, my throat wasn’t as dry as before.

“Recognise them?” Jake asked me, motioning to the children. The girl next to me stepped to the side and kept a ‘safe’ distance.

I look at the kids one by one. I knew two of them were his because their skin was a darker blue than the rest. But in the end, he could have many kids we don’t know about. But yes, they do look familiar. Then again, I’m really not in the right state of mind right now to be thinking about things like that.

I stay silent and return my gaze to Jake.

He smirks. “These are the kids you took.”

My eyes widen a little more and I instantly start to examine them again. He got them back?

“They’re home and safe from you monsters.”

My ears flatten back at his remark. He wasn’t wrong but I didn’t like hearing it.

“What’s your name?” he asks, but I stay silent. He doesn’t need to know that.

Jake scoffs at my reaction before kneeling down next to me and pulling my dog tag out from beneath my torn tank top.

I watch him read my name before he diverts his eyes to look at me again.

“I tricked your friends, Y/N.” Jake snarled at me malevolently. “I got what I wanted and I have you.”

My heart sinks as I hear this information.

“If they’re still alive, I can tell you right now, they’re sure as hell not coming to get you.”

I felt sick to my stomach. The feeling of helplessness when your world starts to suddenly completely fall apart makes me feel like I’m drowning. It really was all over now. I’m going to live as long as they feel like it. But this is where I will stay.

The girl reappears next to me, holding fruit in her hands. She’s peeled it and is seeming to offer it to me but Jake doesn’t let her.

“No food for her.” he tells the girl and it makes her stop her movements and retreat her hands.

Jake glances at me one last time before turning to the other man.

“We need to keep her weak.”

The man nods and soon, they’re all leaving me with an empty stomach again.

Day Four:

My head is throbbing in pain. My vision is blurry and my body is numb. This is a different kind of torture that I am now realising I won’t last much longer in.

I have started passing out every few hours from dehydration and lack of sleep. Hearing the water beneath the woven floor had me envisioning I was drowning in the ocean again. Hallucinations were not uncommon either.

The guards at the entrance to the hut have turned around multiple times when I would gasp and scream. I once thought I was drowning and the other time I saw the recoms walk in and I genuinely thought it was all over. But they weren’t real. They faded away in seconds and I was alone again.

Later that day, Jake came back along with the man he was talking to before. Neytiri and another woman from the water clan entered as well.

My eyes widened when I saw an Avatar in human clothing walk in behind Jake. I thought it could be a recom but when I looked at his face, I realised I didn’t recognise him.

About an hour earlier I had heard a helicopter outside but I wasn’t sure whether I had imagined it. Apparently not. The Avatar looked like he was from the science department. He had tech equipment with him and started setting it down on the ground.

They were talking between each other for a while and I stopped paying attention. My mind was too hazy from the pain to listen.

But I came back to my senses a little more when Jake came up to me and started his questioning. He had the video camera with him again. Perhaps he wanted to show Quaritch my suffering.

“How are you alive again?”

“Did the RDA make you?”

“Why are you after my family?”

The questions overwhelmed me. I don’t know why he thought it was a good idea to interrogate me when I’m in such a bad state. But I couldn’t focus properly.

That bothered Jake, so he used force like he knew we would too. I answered only when I really couldn’t bare the pain he was inflicting on me.

In the end, I told them our mission and why we were alive. It’s not top-secret information anyway, it was pretty obvious really. We are out for blood because he betrayed us in our past lives. What does Jake not understand about that?

The session ended with tears staining my face and blood running out of my nose. My calf resumed its bleeding after Jake had purposefully irritated the deep wound to get answers out of me. The clan leader, his wife, and Neytiri didn’t look comfortable during the torture, but they showed me no mercy. I didn’t expect them to.

It’s only natural for them to hate me for what I am and for what I was.

Day Five:

I don’t feel alive anymore. I had been given more water but my body was weak. Nothing feels real to me and I’m surprised I’m still hanging on. I don’t have much to live for, how come I’m still here?

But I realise something is off today. The village isn’t calm. There’s a loud commotion outside. Big splashes of water and occasional shouting. It keeps me awake.

A little while later, a few Na’vi come into my tent but they pay me no attention. Usually, the people are wary of me but to these two, I don’t even exist. They seem to be in a hurry as they gather a few of their belongings. I watch them roll up mats and grab a few things before jogging back outside. Were they going somewhere?

This continued for what felt like a few hours until I noticed the noise slowly start to die down. The noises of animals gathering at the shore were heard. After a while, there was no noise anymore. I was left in complete silence.

Hours went by and there was just… nothing.

I thought that perhaps I was hallucinating about being alone. Or maybe I was dead and this is what I get after life. Neverending, loud silence.

I feel disconnected from the world. Like I can’t keep up because I don’t know what is happening. I can’t move and I feel so utterly helpless it breaks me. I feel disconnected from life.

I start grieving for myself. Remembering the gift of freedom I had before. Before I was restricted of almost all my movement.

I’m able to see the sun slowly set outside. My cramped-up body is slowly losing its power as the daylight outside dims. Everything hurts. My mouth is dry, my leg is putting me in agony and my breathing becomes heavy. As if there were a weight on my chest. My neck hurts from not being able to rest, my back hurts from not being able to stretch or readjust its posture and I can’t feel my tail. It’s all too much and my vision starts to black out once more. My completely numb body falls to the side and I lose consciousness.

The village has been abandoned by the clan. And they have left you alone with it. All huts are empty and there is no movement except for the small waves washing up on the coast.

To them, you were not worthy of life. You knew that but having to bare their treatment was worse.

Why they left, you do not know. But you’re too weak to worry about it. Your body is trying its best to keep you alive for as long as possible, but it is not doing well. You have not been nourishing it as well as you usually do and the sudden change has weakened your immune system. Your mentality and emotional strength are equally at a low because abandonment is not easy to deal with. There seems to be nothing keeping you in this world any longer. Quite frankly, you’re not sure whether those who you wish to see once more are even still breathing. Sully mentioned they had been tricked and could be dead. Perhaps you should join them, to escape this dreadful reality you’re stuck in.

What you do not know, is that the clan and the Sully’s fled for a reason. This whole time they had been documenting your suffering and sending it to the RDA, in hopes of being able to form some type of peace treaty. But seeing your treatment had the surviving recoms feeling furious.

The ambush Jake had set up on them to get the kids back had been seriously dangerous. Zdinarsk took a bad hit and in the end, the squad had to leave her lifeless body behind, as they had done with the others.

Everyone else survived.

When the recoms lost you on deck, many thought you were dead. It pained them because, to them, you were the brightest of them all. You of course never knew this, but you managed to keep the team’s spirit uplifted at all times. As humans, they had always had a special connection with you. A few new soldiers joined the recoms but the soldiers that were alive now you knew for a longer time. The Colonel included. You’re their youngest team member and they have always been protective of you. To the recoms, they wouldn’t be a team without you. You had brought them together. In the beginning, you were all strangers. You only knew Lyle from boot camp. And gradually, you unintentionally helped bring everyone closer. It was who you were and they admired you for it.

Seeing that you were alive gave them a huge relief but when they realised what hands you had landed in, it horrified them.

Quaritch was ready to fully arm his team and walk out to find you the second his interaction with Sully ended.

Ardmore prevented that from happening and Quaritch knew he had to listen to her. Instead, they prepared for the handover. Secretly of course, because the General would not agree to trade 3 hostages with valuable information against one wounded soldier.

They saw you in trouble so instantly, their mission objective changed. Screw Sully, he can wait. They had to get you back.

The full five days were spent planning what to do because the recoms panicked when they realised they weren’t getting you back from Jake. He had set up a trap for them which they fell into, due to their tunnel vision for you.

Now, they didn’t have a plan but they have vengeance, rage and fury. Enough of it to pump adrenaline through their bodies and make them dare to walk all the way to find you.

I didn’t plan on waking up again but hey, that’s not something I can control right? My eyes squint in irritation as my pupils are strained, trying to adapt to the sudden change of lighting. Light? It was meant to be dark. The sun had just set.

Confusion once again revives my body and I properly look around. My weak body lays on its side but my head manages to lift up. Why the hell is it so goddamn bright when the sky outside is dark?

A strong smell fills my nostrils, making me scrunch up my sensitive nose.

Smoke.

I’m inhaling smoke. One breath after the other it starts to cloud the hut I’m in, but I can’t move. My ears twitch and I hear something cracking to my left. Like wood breaking and falling. My eyes turn to look where the noise came from and I see the hole that has formed in the wall of the woven tent I’m in. It’s growing bigger and the floor is slowly breaking away. Outlining it are small flames, keeping the dry fabric ignited.

Fire.

The village is burning. And I’m in it. Why and how it’s burning I don’t know but the smoke is clouding my vision and filling my lungs, making me think this has to be my end. In complete defeat, I drop my head again, hoping to evade the polluting grey cloud but it doesn’t help. The need to cough clogs my throat but I’m too weak to inhale a big enough breath to be able to cough. So I just resume my position, waiting for everything to end.

You don’t move. You can’t. You’re wrists are still tied behind your back and your leg is still injured. There is no escape for you. You’re just hoping the smoke will finish you off before the flames reach you.

Outside your hut, loud shouts of orders are to be heard. But your ears do not pick up on them.

The fire has been set purposefully out of spite for what had been done to you. But the ones responsible for it, do not know you are still there. Once things started burning, orders were given to search the huts for anything and anyone. Best case scenario: you.

The smoke had knocked you out again because you weren’t receiving enough air. Time is running out fast.

Hut after hut, the recombinants find nothing, quickly running to the next one before the fire reaches it. The one you are in is on the far end of the village, so as not to inconvenience the previous inhabitants. You were a threat and they didn’t want you in the centre of it all. After all, you might bring them bad luck.

Everyone was busy, desperately hoping to find you but also dreading to find you in flames and blood.

Just before your roof was going to collapse on you, one soldier was fortunate enough to run past your hut and glance inside.

Lopez’s bare feet skidded over the woven fabric that the village was built with. It was dry and able to burn fast, so they all had to hurry.

He’s running from house to house, looking inside only to find abandoned objects and some furniture. His hope is slowly dying out as he starts to reach the edge of the coastal village. Lopez’s heart is beating fast and he feels dread weigh down his heart. What if they are too late? He should have paid attention to where you were on the ship. Not let you out of his sight. Then this would have never happened.

He’s starting to panic again, just like when he saw you crying on the screen.

Finally, he reached your hut. It looked just like any other hut and when he glanced inside all he saw was smoke. It was close to collapsing in on itself and Lopez was about to go and run to the next one when he saw a faint figure on the ground. It made him stop dead in his tracks and a soft breeze managed to clear the smoke from his view for a few seconds.

There you were.

Lying motionless on the ground.

His heart sank and everything seemed to stop for a few seconds before he was brought back to reality by the flames nearing you and the cracking of the roof above you. Without spending another second thinking, Lopez hurled his body forward, running straight up to you. He held his breath, examining you with wide eyes while his hands moved you around to see if you were alive. You gave him no reaction. He was ready to scoop you up but he quickly realised you were tied to a post which was attached to the burning wall.

Such cruel handling to such a beautiful soul, he thought.

He was quick to try and rip the rope but it wasn’t working. Lopez cursed himself for losing his dagger.

Luckily, Lyle, who was also searching houses, saw Lopez run into the smoke. He hasn’t seen him come out. It meant that either he had to go help his fellow soldier in case something had happened or perhaps, Lopez had found something.

Lyle reached the entrance of the hut, seeing nothing but a hunched-over figure. Recognising it as Lopez, he quickly entered and equally held his breath in the smoke. Both their ears were pinned back in tension and once Lyle saw you on the ground, he fell to his knees in an attempt to help you. He saw Lopez fighting the coarse rope and swiftly reached for his dagger, slicing through it to finally free you. No words were spoken, they knew what to do.

Without hesitation, Lopez quickly slid an arm behind your back and one under the legs, lifting you into the air as he got up. Lyle quickly lead the way, flinching when he saw the roof start to break. Both men are desperate to help you out of here so they run, with you in Lopez’s arms. Finally exiting the hut, they can breathe again but they don’t stop. Just as they start to return, the entire hut collapses in on itself. They found you just in time.

All other soldiers have been ordered to get off the burning ground and back onto the sand. They were gathered on the beach and the Colonel was looking for Lopez and Lyle. A soldier called out that he spotted them and the whole team turned to see them running with a body in one’s hands.

Immediately, all senses and attention were spiked. Was it you?

Lyle called out that they had you and a few soldiers dropped their things to go and help them where as the Colonel stayed put. The news overwhelmed him with the long-needed feeling of relief and he just stared at them, watching his highly trained marines carefully transport you to them. But there was one problem. You weren’t awake…

My head buzzed in pain from a mild headache I was getting while resting. But suddenly, as my senses return to me, everything feels different. I’m blinded by a bright white light as I once again, open my eyes. Am I dead?

I squint and the white light is above me. Yep, I’m dead. Heaven or hell, who cares. I’m not where I was and that’s all that really matters to me right now.

Ready to close my eyes again, my other senses heightened. With my vision gone, I can focus on my hearing and smell. I smell disinfectant and hear a constant beeping which is probably what is giving me my headache. It’s coming from behind me and I open my eyes, wanting to hit whatever it was.

Suddenly, the light is no longer blinding me and I recognise what looks to be a heart monitor.

A gasp is emitted on my right and I flinch, looking at the figure with half-lidded and tired eyes.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” The voice shouts in excitement. I recognise Prager and my eyes start to tear up.

I still had no idea what was happening but I was so happy to not be alone anymore.

Prager is barely sitting on his chair now that he seems to have placed next to my bed. He’s too happy for that. Next to him, Mansk is slowly lifting his head from his palm. The sudden commotion must have woken him up.

He looks at Prager who is holding my hand and when he notices I’m awake, his eyes widen in surprise. It starts to load into Mansk’s head that I’m alive and he sits up, leaning over me.

I’m very overwhelmed with everything around me.

“You’re dead too?” I mumble, suddenly coughing a little. A smoky aftertaste is left lingering on my tongue.

Prager tilts his head in confusion.

“Y/N, you’re alive.” he says, smiling again.

I shake my head. “No-” I say, pointing to me. “I’m dead.”

Prager chuckles at your existential confusion. He’s too overjoyed that your back he gets up and runs to the door.

“Colonel, Y/N’s awake!” he shouts through the hallway, standing in the frame of the door.

Mansk scoots closer, seeming to be in disbelief that I’m alive. He’s examining me, making sure I’m okay while now also comfortingly holding my hand.

(click here to see a picture I drew of this scene)

Only now do I realise where I am. I’m laying in a hospital bed in what looks like it could be the RDA’s medical centre. The recoms have their own hospital because the bodies are different.

There is in fact a heart monitor next to me and I have cannula tubes inserted into my lower arm and hand which are connected to an IV drip bag. It’s clear and filled with a saline solution. Probably best to cure my dehydration. I can feel a bandage around my calf. Finally, the wound must have been taken care of.

“How are you feeling?” Mansk asks. His ears are perked forward, giving me all his attention.

I slowly tilt my head back to face him.

“Like shit.” I mutter, raising my hand impaled by small, clear tubes and my bandaged leg to emphasize my point. He drops his head and smiles.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” he replies. But his smile is comforting. He seems to know that I must be doing better if I can curse and joke around.

Prager steps back into the room, allowing the Colonel to come in. Quaritch was out of breath when he walked in, his eyes never leaving me. He came to a stop in front of my bed. Behind him, the rest of the remaining team came in. Lyle, Lopez, and Ja stood behind their superior and their wide eyes watched our interaction.

“Y/N…” Quaritch breathes out as I look up to meet his gaze. He seemed relieved but his eyes showed me he was tormented with guilt.

“I’m so sorry.”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why was he sorry?

“Sorry? Why?”

Quaritch looks disappointed in himself, and his eyes flicker down and away from mine to stare at the pale covers of the bed.

“I should have been watching out for you. It’s my fault.”

My ears droop at the news. Sure, he was our Colonel and was in charge of us all, but it’s not his fault.

“Don’t say that.” I reply, not wanting him to feel let down by himself. “It’s not true.”

Your words are spoken softly as if you are trying to comfort him. He notices your tone, once again being reminded why you’re so special to him and the team. Helping others even at your worst. A great quality which will never cease to amaze him.

“We thought we lost you.” His saddened eyes meet mine again.

I smile, appreciating him showing me his caring side. Something Quaritch never did.

“Don’t get me emotional here, Colonel.” I chuckle before abruptly coughing again. “I don’t have enough water in my body to cry.”

A grin forms on my lips and my joking attitude makes him lightly chuckle. The others smile.

They spend the next few hours with you, talking to you about things and letting you get everything off your chest. You told them what happened from the very beginning to the very end. It made them furious but at least you were safe now. While listening, Quaritch had his ears pinned back and was gritting his teeth. Mansk couldn’t keep his leg still and was tensely cracking his knuckles and pressing his fingers into fists. Everyone was on edge when you described what Jake had done to you. They wanted to go and end him even more now but no one would risk the same thing happening again.

For the next few days, you were getting their full-time princess treatment. Obviously, they still had to work. This wasn’t some perfect fantasy where they would spend all their time with you and watch movies. It didn’t work that way. The RDA had to keep running and they were needed. But you were not forgotten.

They would each stop by every day, taking turns to make sure you were alright. While you still felt very weak, your body started healing and your strength was slowly returning. It was a miracle. One you would have never imagined could happen. Not after you thought you were going to die multiple times. Not even after you were ready to face death the last time. This job, or this life, was not for the weak.

Soon enough, I was slowly returning to my normal self. The doctors let me go after a week but I was still not allowed to participate in extremely physical activities like working out. Typical things for Marines. I just hope that I won’t forget how to do things once I’m really back.

One might think that moving around the facility during the day was the toughest part for me. Well, that’s not true. It was a struggle but what I was really battling with were the nights. Whenever I close my eyes, my mind starts remembering and picturing everything that has happened to me over the past few days. Sleeping in the hospital was dreadful. I think that’s why they let me out early. So that I could properly rest again.

With half of the original recom team gone, the dorms which we slept in were reduced in size. We were transferred to a shared room for the seven of us. The Colonel included. His private room was going to be used for something else. There would have been lots of complaining from his side if it weren’t for my sleep paranoia. I was going to share a room with them from now on and it relieved me. It meant that I wouldn’t have to sit through the night alone anymore and stare into the dark. I could perhaps even sleep peacefully.

The days went by quickly for me because I wasn’t assigned any tasks. I feel like I’m just wasting my time but Quaritch tells me it’s a part of the healing process.

The lights were shut off again and the room went dark. Normally, my heart would start racing but I could hear the soft breathing of Lyle behind me and Mansk on my left. We had our own beds, but even they were pretty close together. The Colonel slept across the room from me.

Surprisingly, I managed to fall asleep fairly quickly. Sleeping in one room with 6 fully grown marine men on your side is a pretty comforting thought for me. I knew them well and trusted each of them.

But once asleep, it didn’t take long for the traumatising memories to return. I dreamt that I was tied down again, stuck in the hut full of smoke. I could remember the exact pain in every area of my body and the aftertaste of the smoke in my lungs. But this time, nobody was there to get me out. The fire neared me rapidly and soon, the flames engulfed me. Out of fear, I woke up.

Quickly, I sat up from my previous laying position, breathing heavily as if I had been running. A sweat droplet ran down my forehead while my wide eyes saw that I wasn’t back there, but still safe in our room.

I heard a bed creak next to me and turned around, flinching away when I saw a figure sitting on the bed.

“Y/N, it’s okay. It’s me.” I hear Lyle say. My eyes close and I let out a relieved sigh.

“Sorry for waking you.” I whisper, flattening my ears back.

“Don’t be, I wanna help.” He softly replies, walking to the edge of my bed. I look up at him and even in the dark, I can see his smile. Our new eyes really were something.

“Scoot over.” he whispers, gently taking hold of my blanket and lifting a corner. We knew each other well enough to know our boundaries. This was completely fine.

“The bed’s small. You won’t sleep well.” I warn him, still listening to what he said.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” he mumbles, slowly getting under the covers with me. “Just want you to feel better.”

I smile at him, before laying my head back against the pillow. “Thanks.”

Lyle loosely drapes his arm around my waist, pulling himself closer to me so that he won’t fall off the edge of the mattress. His hand feels the bare skin of my hip and he stops. His eyebrows furrow and he lets me go, using the same hand to lift the blanket.

“What are you even wearin’?” he asks. I groan against the pillow. I had sleep shorts and a comfortable sleep top on. It looked like a sports bra but it was actually cozy.

“It’s warm. And this is comfortable.” I mumble, not bothering to open my eyes.

“It’s cold.” Lyle corrects me, placing his arm back over me and pressing himself against my back. “But you’re warm.”

“Hot.” I smirk, nudging his foot with mine before closing my eyes again. He chuckles lightly and we go silent in an attempt to sleep again.

Unfortunately, that attempt turns out to be miserable because Lyle won’t stop moving around. His body twitches and he keeps readjusting his position.

Then the inevitable happens. I feel something semi-hard against my ass. With the dirty mind Lyle taught me to have, my eyes shoot open and I hold my breath for a second. To see if it really is what I think it is, I push back against it.

Lyle sharply inhales a breath and I huff out a sigh.

“You’re kidding.” I whisper to him unimpressed, turning my head to look at him from the corner of my eye.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” he stutters, withdrawing his arm from me again.

“This is your help? Getting all worked up?” I ask with a chuckle and the intention to make fun of him so that he would joke back. It surprised me that he was getting hard around me. I never knew he thought of me in that way.

He doesn’t respond so I fully turn around to face him. Lyle's ears are flattened back and he looks not just embarrassed but regretful and ashamed.

“Lyle, I’m joking.” I say, noticing his expression.

“I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.” he whispers to me. Lyle glances to his bed and I notice that he’s thinking about getting up.

“Don’t you dare. I was comfortable.” I whisper-shout at him. He turns his head back to me, watching my moves to understand my reaction.

I turn around and lay back down, in an attempt to show him I wasn’t weirded out. The situation has my heart beating faster in my chest. Probably in excitement. I don’t think my steps through. All I know is that I felt comfortable and safe with him and I wanted to return to the position we were just in.

I lay still but my eyes are open and I wait for him to lay down again. Luckily, Lyle gives in and lowers himself back down. His chest presses up against my back once more and he keeps his arm on his side. He seems unsure whether to put it back so I gently reach behind me and pull it over my waist again, hugging his forearm against my chest.

Within seconds, I feel his tense body melt against me and I’m comfortable again. He hums behind my head and I close my eyes.

But now I can’t stop thinking about what could happen. I know Lyle still has his problem but he’s stuck here with me and can’t really sort it out. In a way, I feel bad for him. But only then do I realise, that his presence had me feeling warmer and more jumpy than usual.

His heavy, strong body was pressed right up against mine. There was no way he didn’t feel how warm I’m getting. Questions seem to slowly answer themselves when Lyle shifts again.

His arm tightens around my waist and he gently pulls my hips up against his. I don’t move, letting him set the pose. He holds me tightly against him now and my ass is pressed against his now hard erection.

I don’t know what to do but I’m no longer thinking about my actions. I just do them. My head turns to the side again to look at him. I hear him smirk and then suddenly, Lyle presses his face against the side of my neck, nuzzling his nose into my skin. This is new. All of this. Lyle and I have never been this physical.

“Lyle?” I ask, not sure what I’m asking or what I expect to hear as a response.

“I thought I lost you, Buttercup.” he mumbles against my skin. His other arm pushes through underneath me and he’s wrapped both his arms around me now.

I gasp when I feel his warm lips against my skin. Lyle starts pressing gentle kisses on my neck before he licks a small stripe and then catches the skin between his teeth.

“Missed you so much,” he whispers, moving up so that he’s now hovering over me. He kisses my cheek and I look up at him with doe eyes. He’s being so affectionate it’s making me melt. The light speckles on our skin illuminate our bodies and I see mine in the reflection of his eyes. We stare at each other for a few long seconds before he starts to slowly lean down. His eyes flicker between mine and my lips and I let it happen. There was nothing wrong with this and no reason to stop. I missed him too.

Our lips meet and Lyle immediately starts to passionately kiss me. I sigh at the pleasant feeling, lifting my hand to caress the back of his head. Tracing my hand over his skin, I stop at his shoulders and feel the muscles flexing while he’s holding himself up. Lyle’s physique always looked good to me. Having his weight on me felt even better.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.” he whisper after we pull away. He’s watching me, waiting for my reaction. I slowly nod and almost instantly, the gap between our lips is closed again. But this time, the kiss is more heated and Lyle seems more desperate.

My mind is hazy from my lack of sleep and sudden affection. My eyes flutter closed with every kiss and touch he gives me that time seems to speed by. Something I hate because I wish I could prolong this moment with Lyle.

His hands are caressing my chest and he glances at me for permission while letting his fingertips linger on the fabric of my top. This time I nod eagerly and Lyle listens, gently pulling the top over my head. He groans, letting his eyes scan me before quickly moving on to my shorts. I lift my hips and it encourages him to slip them down my legs, leaving me bare before him.

“You’ve always been so pretty.” he praised me, whispering the words into my ear. “Thought I’d never be able to tell you.”

“Stop, you’re making me feel special.” I grin, helping him pull his shirt off.

Lyle chuckles softly. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispers his promises into my ear.

I smile, embracing him as he lowers himself back down. Suddenly, it seems like we’d both been touch starved and we couldn’t let each other go. I don’t know whether this is love or lust. Somewhere in between but we have a deep connection that’s igniting my skin with warmth.

Lyle stripped himself as well and he’s kissing down my chest. Our bodies are hidden under the blanket in case anyone turns the light on. But we were quiet enough not to wake others.

I open my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him against me. I feel his aching hard cock press up against my bare pussy which was throbbing and becoming wet. Lyle’s body shudders in anticipation at the close touch and he can’t help but slowly grind himself against my folds. I bite my lip, exhaling shakily which his ears pick up on.

“Please-” I whisper, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“You don’t need to beg, baby. Anythin’ for you.” he softly replies, gently nibbling my ear before adjusting his hips to mine.

I feel the tip of his dick press against my entrance, carefully applying pressure to not overwhelm me all at once.

I nod up at him, and his lips part in admiration when he sees my lust-filled and half-lidded eyes staring up at him.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He whispers to me, knowing I’m still not up to my full health. I hum in response, feeling too blown away to form words already.

Lyle starts to gently roll his hips forward, thereby pushing himself into you. His mouth slowly drops open in pleasure, relishing in the way you’re squeezing him. The intrusion would normally make you tense up but you trust Lyle so much, you don’t stop him. Knowing he would never do anything to hurt you, you lay back and focus on relaxing yourself for him. Finally feeling so safe and good was such a contrast to how you felt a week ago. You needed this just as much as he did.

He blamed himself for what happened just like everyone else did. Now, he wanted to apologise and make up for it. Because he missed your presence so incredibly much before, he couldn’t get enough of it now.

Lyle finally bottomed out and he dropped his head against your shoulder in pleasure. Never had he felt this close to you, but he loved it. Even with all his built-up lust, his main priority is you.

“You doin’ okay?” he asks, and suddenly Lyle already seems out of breath.

“Yeah, m’ fine.” I say and reassuringly tap his shoulder.

He gives me a small nod. Taking one of my hands Lyle carefully interwines our fingers and then presses our connected hands against the pillow next to my head. I sigh as he gently pulls out, pushing back in as carefully as he did the first time. He does this until he feels that I have relaxed more. Once Lyle starts to slowly pick up the pace, the movement inside me is feeling pleasurable. I start breathing heavily. Listening to Lyle’s uneven breathing and watching his lustful expression is really turning me on, making my pussy almost flutter around him.

I gasp when his tip hits a particularly good spot inside me. It makes me instinctively clench my legs around him and roll my hips upwards.

“That good?” Lyle teases with a grin, noticing my body’s response.

“Shit- Lyle…” I sigh, clenching my fingers down against his hand and raising my free hand to hold on to the pillow. I needed to dig my fingers into something.

Lyle seemed to not like that I wasn’t touching him and he thrust into me sharply, making my body jolt upwards. I look at him with wide eyes before resting my free hand on his shoulders. The pleasure is building up inside me, making me curl my toes and dig my nails into his back.

Lyle growls with a grin, continuing what he’s doing. He drops his head in the crook of my neck, starting to suck and gently bite down on my skin. Probably wanting to leave hickeys. I’m not going to stop him.

He didn’t speed up but he angled his hips in a way that sent shivers down my spine and made me arch my back off the bed.

“Lyle-” I whisper “I’m close.” My breathing is heavy and my words are barely heard but he catches them in time.

“You doin’ so well f’ere me, baby. So fuckin’ good.” he groans, resuming to nibble on my neck and collarbone.

My mouth drops open in bliss and I’m gasping and whimpering beneath Lyle.

He dips his head down once more with a smug smile, kissing me to keep us both quiet as our orgasms approach. It’s the best way to shut me up.

His thrusts deepen and I feel his abdomen nudge my clit every time he bottoms out. It’s enough to send me over the edge. My mouth hangs open again but Lyle continues to kiss me, muffling my silent moan. Not once do his movements falter. He rides out my orgasm until my legs stop clamping down around him.

“Where do you want it?” he asks between heavy breaths, looking at me with desperate eyes because he can’t hold it back.

“In me.” I whisper, pressing the side of my face against his. I hear him let out a muffled moan, pressing his lips together to not be too loud.

I missed him and everything normal so much, I needed this feeling of closeness. I was about to die a few days back so I really didn’t mind.

I gather my breath and Lyle speeds up his thrusts to push himself over the edge. To help him, I open my legs wider to give him better access. The next thrust makes him growl in pleasure and within seconds, his body spasms. Lyle bites down onto my shoulder, holding me down with both his arms and placing his body weight on me while he rams himself as deep inside my pussy as possible and shoots his cum inside me. He holds me down, not letting me move until he’s done.

Once he’s emptied his balls inside me, his grip on me loosens and we lock eyes once more.

Slowly, I lift my hand and cup his cheek. The small act of affection makes him smile softly and he presses his forehead against mine, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. I smile up at him, unable to contain my happiness. I really liked him and I was happy this happened between us.

Lyle grinned down at me, seeming to read my thoughts. I pulled him in for a quick peck on the lips and then he slowly lifted himself up, pulling out. His hands traced my body as he prepared to lay back down next to me.

“So pretty. You’re mine baby.” he says, leaning down about to rest next to me once more before his movements stop.

“Don’t know about that, Corporal.” Said a voice from behind us. It spoke louder than we did and I immediately recognised it to be the Colonel. Quaritch was awake and had probably heard everything.

I gasp and Lyle freezes, staring at me for a second before sighing. He would have been surprised if you both wouldn’t have woken anyone up.

Quaritch walks up to my bed, glancing at Lyle before once again fixating his gaze on me. My hands are gripping onto the edge of the blanket, holding it above my chest. The Colonel is my superior and my face flushes in embarrassment in response to being caught doing that.

“Didn’t know you’d be this temptin’ sweet’eart.” He grinned, flashing his fangs. Quaritch was a bold man not afraid of judgement.

“I’m sorry sir, I-”

“Almost irresistible.” he mutters under his breath, making me stop mid-sentence.

Lyle is next to me, silently watching the situation unfold. He knows the Colonel well and is aware that he isn’t just having you to himself tonight.

Quaritch once again glances at Lyle and his gaze is more of a warning sign now. Lyle takes the hint, reaching for his sweatpants before moving off the bed. He looks down at me in a way to make sure I’m doing okay. I was surprised by the Colonel’s forwardness but Lyle was making sure I’m not uncomfortable. I know that if he would feel like I’m in danger, he would do absolutely everything in his power to protect me from that.

But it was Quaritch in the room with us. Definitely no stranger. I trusted Quaritch as well, I just had to be more respectful and presentable around him because he was a high-ranking officer.

“I was ready to kill Jake the second I’d see him.” Quaritch says, continuing to peer down at me. “Rip ‘im open and burn his body.”

If this is how Quaritch dirty talks then someone help me.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you, darlin’. I can promise you that with my life.”

His words are deep and while processing them, he steps closer. Quaritch sits down on the bed so that we are at eye level.

“I want ‘te make it up to you.” he says, gazing deeply into my eyes.

I watch him and his words send a shiver down my spine. Quaritch is very much attractive but he is also so much more intimidating than Lyle. I feel nervous being so exposed around him but something about the way he is so gentle with me and the soft look on his face makes me want this to happen.

“You trust me?” Quaritch asks. He looks so genuine and so real. As if he’d left the Colonel sleeping and what I’m seeing in front of me is just him as Miles.

“Yes.” I whisper, giving him a light nod. A small smile spreads across his lips. His large hand reaches up to my face and he twirls a small strand of hair that came loose around his fingers before gently tucking it behind my ear. I can’t tear my wide eyes from his. The amazement and surprise that this is happening is still astounding me.

“I won’t let you down.” he softly says, moving closer to me. “Never again.”

With that, he firmly presses his lips against mine, pulling my face to his.

I accept, letting my body relax against his.

Quaritch’s hands are on me, pulling me closer to him and within a matter of seconds, he’s hooked his palms under my thighs and has managed to tug me onto his lap. He was wearing nothing but his pants and I enjoyed the warm skin-to-skin contact our chests have.

The Colonel must have been watching or listening to Lyle and me because I felt his fully erect dick under me. It made me lose my mind. My fucking Colonel, the person I always look up to seems to have it bad for me.

His fingers dig into my hips and he presses me down against him, pulling away from the kiss and growling. I gasp, letting my eyes flutter closed while he grabs my queue, tugging my head back to expose my neck. His lips attach themselves to my neck as a small distraction while his other hand reaches between us and pushes down his pants.

He’s sucking and nibbling the skin of my neck, making me arch myself into him at the pleasant feeling. I’m not surprised that the Colonel is so skilled. A man of that age has a lot of experience. I just never thought I would be on the receiving end of it.

He pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh, far enough to free his aching cock from the restraints of the fabric. Once again, he forces my hips closer against his, pressing my already wet pussy against the sheath of his length. It’s warm and at this point, my core is too. Our bodies radiate heat while our senses are flooded with desire and lust.

His eyes seem to have turned a shade darker. Miles looks animalistic. His gaze is predatory, showing me his hunger and thirst for more. It doesn’t scare me though. He’s deeply buried in the moment but it’s still him who I trust.

His needs seem to be screaming at him and without further ado, both his hands latch themselves to my sides, lifting me up a little. I’m supporting myself by standing on my knees but it seems like Quaritch still wants full control, despite our position.

I feel his tip against my entrance. But this time mine and Lyle’s cum is slowly dripping out and onto him, covering his throbbing erection.

When I look up at him, Miles is grinning. There’s something so dirty about all of this but it’s just exciting me more. My thoughts are interrupted when Quaritch stops holding me up, guiding me down him until I’m fully seated on his lap again with him buried deep inside my pussy.

“F-fuck…” he curses, hissing the words through his teeth. “I knew you’d feel amazing.”

His whisper makes me shudder in anticipation. At this point, I didn’t even want this for my own pleasure. It felt great, but pleasing the Colonel was better.

He started to rock my hips against him, before eventually lifting and sinking my hips up and down him. Watching his expression relax and tense up in pleasure and listening to his grunts and pants was all I really wanted.

Perhaps I had missed him so much too, that I just wanted to please him and feel him close to me.

His pace grew harder. Even though Quaritch cares about me just as much as Lyle does, he isn’t as gentle. Only now do I realise how thankful I am that Lyle went slow with me. I would be in pain if he wouldn’t have been as careful.

“Miles-” I gasp in shock when I feel what I think is another orgasm approaching. This hasn’t happened before. I thought I wouldn’t be able to cum so quickly after an orgasm but it seems that Quaritch really can work magic.

“Come on baby, don’t hold back on me.” he grunts, enthusiastically bucking his hips up to meet mine. I hold on to his shoulders for balance, needing something to ground me through my bliss. It was slowly becoming too much.

Suddenly, his hand reaches between us and starts rubbing circles around my clit, occasionally pressing down on it and applying the right amount of pressure. I whimper, closing my eyes while my hips stutter in their place.

“It’s okay, I got you.” he whispers, pressing the side of his face against my neck while he continues to spear me down onto him. The light suddenly turns on, lighting up the entire room but we’re both too absent-minded at the moment to care.

Within seconds, I’m cumming around him. My pussy clenches in a way that makes Miles hiss and my knees go weak, no longer supporting my trembling legs, He curses before thrusting me down him as far as possible and spilling himself into me. His arm is snaked around my waist supportively, holding me to him as our orgasms rip through our bodies.

“There you go.” he coos into my ear, slowly stilling my hips and just holding me while both of us pant for air.

I cover my eyes, squinting from the sudden illumination coming from the lamp.

“Sorry.” I hear Lyle chuckle and I open my eyes to look at him. “Wanted to see your face.”

I just nod weakly, resting my head on Quaritch’s shoulder. I inhale his strong, musky scent and it comforts me, seeming to make all my worries go away. His arms were still cradling me and I could have fallen asleep like this. But it seems that others could not.

“How you doin’, sweetheart?” Miles asks, carefully letting me go and pulling away so that he could look at me again. My eyes are half-lidded again but not from lust, from sleepiness.

“Tired.” I mumble, dropping my head flimsily.

“Can you go again?”

His words make my mind halt for a few seconds. I look up at him in confusion. Again?

He reads my expression before nodding his head, motioning to something behind me. I slowly turn around and with the light on, I see Mansk and Lopez are awake. Ja and Prager are awake too, but Mansk and Lopez are closer to us. They’re looking at me the way Quaritch looked at me when I was still with Lyle.

Lopez is standing and Mansk has moved off his bed. Quaritch caresses my waist before gently moving me off of him. I stare at him with wide eyes and he smiles.

“You’ll be okay. I know you can take it.” he says, slowly getting up. Quaritch does know me well enough to know my limits. Not sexual limits, just physical limits, especially in the gym. But it seems as though that has some similarity to this.

Suddenly, another bed is pushed together against mine by Lopez. Mansk is now standing next to me with his eyes on me.

“Hey princess,” he smirks and I swallow nervously. His smile widens and he looks up at Lopez before pulling his own tank top over his head.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Lopez coos, settling down on the now double bed.

“We’re gonna take real good care of you.” Mansk adds, sitting next to me. His arms tangle around me and he nuzzles his nose against my cheek, inhaling deeply.

“Ya smell so good.” he purrs and I just weakly lean against him.

Mansk and Lopez are both entranced by your scent. It’s sweet and lures them to you. But they can smell Lyle and Quaritch on you. Naturally, their instincts tell them to get rid of that smell and replace it with their own.

All the recoms are even more protective of you now than ever before. Not only because of what happened to you previously but also because you are the only female in the group now. You’re all that they really have now and can protect.

“I’m goin’ first.” Mansk tells Lopez who clearly has an issue with that.

“No fuckin’ way, I’m not waitin’ anymore. Been awake since the beginning, I can’t just fuckin’ watch again.” Lopez protests, making my ears perk up.

He’s been awake since the beginning? Maybe Lyle and I really need to learn to be more stealthy. Or not, this isn’t such a bad outcome either.

Lopez lays down, reaching for me and pulling me on top of him. I don’t bother to resist. Why would I?

Mansk doesn’t let Lopez take me away that quickly and within seconds, he’s behind me.

I’m on all fours, watching them and hoping they don’t start tugging me back and forth.

Behind my back, Mansk and Lopez exchange looks and scan the position we’re all currently in. Lopez grins up at him before directing his attention back to me.

“Hey, mami.” he smirks, running his thumb over my lips. I stare down at him and my partly fucked out expression has him grinning.

“We’re gonna try something, yeah?” he asks, and I just stare at him with confusion. I’m not even embarrassed about being bare in front of them all, so I can’t protest, I just listen and go with whatever they say.

“Give ‘er a safeword.” Mansk says behind me. His large hands are gently skimming the curves of my hips and ass before one wraps around my tail, moving it up to fully expose me to him.

“Say ‘red’ when you’re at your limit, okay baby?” Lopez explains, watching me with a devilish grin as I nod.

“Okay.” I whisper and he nods up at Mansk. Whatever they are planning, I assume it won’t be easy for me to take so I try to distract myself. Perfect, right in front of me. I examine Lopez’s tattooed chest of his toned body laying beneath me. I raise a hand and start gently outlining the inked words under his skin.

Lopez and Mansk are shuffling beneath and behind me. My distraction causes me to not notice them remove their pants. Lopez however feels the small touch and smiles up at me.

“You’re so cute, mami.” He whispers, making me lock eyes with him again. “Promise to make you feel good.”

I nod and he looks behind me again. They’re moving my hips and legs to try to position me correctly while I once again stare at Lopez’s tattoos.

There’s a pressure being applied against my core again, but now it feels normal to me I don’t even turn around to see what exactly they are doing.

Lopez’s hand comes up and gently wraps around my throat, holding me in place. I lean into his touch, letting myself be fully at their mercy.

Suddenly, I feel what I think is one of them push themselves inside me. I gasp, eyes shooting wide when I feel the burning stretch of my walls adjusting. My breath seems to get caught in my throat.

“Nnhgh-” I whine, clamping my teeth tightly shut and squeezing my eyes closed.

“Fuckk,” Mansk breathily exhales, steadying himself against my ass.

Lopez’s ears are strained back, his fangs are bared and his eyebrows furrowed in bliss. The realisation hits me. Both of them are inside me at the same time.

“Shit- you’re so tight baby.” he groans, placing his free hand on my waist and squeezing my flesh. Mansk is holding my lower hip and tail.

I’m struggling to breathe. My arms spread wider to the sides to support me in case they start moving. I ball my fingers into fists around the bedsheets, trying to deal with the pain.

“Give ‘er a minute.” I hear Quaritch tell them. He must be watching my expression. I see Lopez nod and I assume Mansk does the same. They weren’t planning on moving without your permission anyway.

My head drops and I calm my breathing, inhaling and exhaling deeply. It burned, causing tears to prick in the corners of my eyes. Mansk is gently rubbing soothing circles onto my belly while being hunched over me.

After a few minutes of that and Lopez whispering soft praises and compliments to me, the stretch is gone.

“It’s- better now.” I say with a small sob which I quickly swallow down so that it goes unheard. They trust my judgement, exchanging looks before my hips are nudged forward and they pull out, leaving just a little of their dicks inside.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, steadying myself on the mattress above Lopez once again before they thrust back in, in synch.

They share their rhythm, making sure to go slower to not overwhelm me. But I’m already overwhelmed. My core is throbbing from overstimulation and my eyes are tearing up.

But their touches are gentle. Their hands do not fail to pleasingly caress my body while they thrust into me. My hair is moved to the side to reveal the side of my neck that hasn’t been marked by either Lyle or Quaritch. Lopez presses his tongue against my pulse point before gently sucking his own hickeys into my skin.

Mansk groans behind me, letting his head fall back. I feel so stuffed, I know that if I even manage to have another orgasm, it will come quickly because they are reaching spots I never knew I had.

“Fuck, princess you feel so good.” Mansk praises me. “Doin’ so well.”

I whimper in response, feeling glad I can please them at least. This is turning into one big love-making session. I missed everyone so much and seems they did too, we just can’t get enough of each other.

“Shit- ‘m not gonna last-” Lopez growls. It must feel tighter than usual for them.

My body is being nudged forwards with every thrust.

“Come on, mami. Cum for us.” Lopez encourages me.

“I- I can’t,” I whine, feeling a tear spill from my eyes. Lopez wipes it away, holding my cheek to support my lolling head.

“You can do it, one more.” he whispers breathlessly into my ear. Under me, he starts to roll his hips so that they grind against my clit with every thrust. I whimper, instinctively pushing back against them which makes Mansk growl.

Their thrusts are more sloppy and desperate, signalling they must be close. Lopez doesn’t stop his rhythm and soon I’m on the edge of my third orgasm.

“I’m gonna-” I gasp “I’m gonna cum-”

“Fuckin’ right, let go, mami.” he grunts.

My moans spur them on and in seconds my entire body is shaking once more. The way my walls hug them makes it almost impossible for Mansk and Lopez to move and their both goners too.

“Grippin’ me so well, baby.” Mansk hisses, digging his fingers into my hips.

I’m seeing stars and my vision blacks out as I feel both men shoot their thick ropes of cum deep inside me, once again filling me up.

At this point, I’m panting again and my arms give out. I slowly go limp against Lopez, laying on top of him. Behind me, Mansk pulls out to ease me from the overstimulation. Lopez then follows and I’m wondering whether I’ve lost the senses in my legs. They won’t stop trembling.

“Holy shit.” Lopez mumbles, patting my back while my non-functioning body is close to either falling asleep or passing out again.

“That deserves a fuckin’ reward.” Lyle says, sitting on his bed.

“I’ll give ‘er a reward.” Ja says. His voice comes from somewhere behind me. My tail stops swaying as I replay the words in my head. I lift myself up a little and look at Lopez, then at Quaritch.

“You said one more.” I whine in protest to Lopez who looks at me apologetically. He himself then looks at Quaritch, seeming unsure whether I can actually manage another round.

Quaritch doesn’t say or do anything, leaving it up to me to decide.

“Only if you want to, Y/N.” Prager says, coming around to the head of the bed while Lopez slowly lifts me off of him. He looks at Ja who nods in agreement.

“I feel like such a slut.” I say, cupping my face in embarrassment and shame. I have never had intercourse with this many people right after the other.

“Don’t. You’re perfect.” Prager says, lowering himself onto the bed in front of me.

“Unless you’re into that. Then do.” Lopez jokes, biting his tongue and playfully slapping my thigh before getting up.

Mansk smirks and Ja chuckles.

“Can you go one last time?” Prager asks. He was such a sweet person. Even before, he would always check up on me, for example when it seemed like I was struggling in training.

I wanted to please him and Ja too.

I nod slowly, wiping a previously shed tear from my face. “Yeah. Just- please be gentle.” I ask him and Ja. Both men nod and Ja grins, taking his position behind me.

“Sure thing, baby.” Prager smiles. My head is spinning a little but I manage to hear them push down their pants. To my surprise, Prager stays in front of me.

I look up at him and he gently parts my lips with his thumb. Oh. Sure. Hopefully, I won’t choke and die.

“Watch the fangs.” I softly say, my voice a little raspy from the moaning. Prager nods, tracing one of my fangs with his finger before tilting my chin upwards to him. Ja is already covering himself in all the mixed cum from before, lubricating his member for easier access. It’s not really necessary because I’m stretched out for today but I’m letting him do whatever.

I open my mouth for Prager and let him just use my head and hold my jaw open. I’m barely strong enough to continue standing on all fours. Luckily, Ja tucks his arm under my waist to hold me up while the other presses down against the bed. His hips roll forwards and with a loud squelching sound, he pushes in.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. What’d they do to ya?” Ja huffs out a light laugh, watching the cum flow out as he replaces the empty space inside me with his dick.

“A better job than whatever you’re doin’.” Quaritch fires back. Prager chuckles, knowing he’s referring to the way Ja was covering himself in slick just moments before. Ja huffs in annoyance before returning his attention to me. His thrusts are a little harder again and I want to say something but my mouth is filled with Prager’s dick. He’s gripping a handful of hair around my queue to lift my mouth off his dick and push me back on it. I fight back any need to choke or cough and relax my body as much as possible, letting them use me any way they wanted. Perhaps, things went by quickly because my mind is so hazed and I’m so fucked out.

Just to add the cherry on top, I hollow my cheeks around Prager’s member, creating a suction that has his hips stuttering. To give something to Ja, I arch my back against him, spreading my legs open a little more to help him out. Both of them are grunting while my moans and whimpers are muffled. I can feel the cum dripping down my inner thighs. It spreads onto Ja’s every time he bottoms out and lets his skin slap against mine.

I’m surprised with how I’m managing things and I plan on just having them finish but then Ja starts to rub his fingers between my dripping folds. He moves them with the same rhythm he’s thrusting into me with and my eyes go wide. I flinch away from his touch because the oversensitivity is completely making me tremble again.

“We promise, this is the last one baby. Just one more time.” Ja whispers, speeding up his own pistoning hips.

I close my teary eyes, inhaling deeply through my nose to stay composed.

“Just for us-” he grunts. I’m not sure whether he expects me to nod or give him a thumbs up, but quite frankly, I am incapable of doing either at the moment. I just take it, knowing this is the last round.

He continues his rapid thrusts. Ja would have never thought he would see you like this. Everyone is on the same page about that. You all knew each other well but no one saw this coming. It just happened in the heat of the moment. That doesn’t mean, many haven’t fantasised about being with you before though. They definitely have.

Prager bites down on his lip to muffle his moan while I swirl my tongue along the base of his dick.

“Shit-” he whines, dropping his head back in bliss. His body tenses and he thrusts his hips forward into my mouth as far as possible before spilling his load down my throat.

Behind me, Ja slapped my ass which made me jolt forward and swallow down more of Prager’s length. I suckled on his dick while he came, making sure to ‘milk’ him dry, which made him shudder. Prager’s moan helped send me over the edge and I couldn’t believe I was cumming again.

Ja pulled me closer to him by the base of my tail, forcing himself as deep into my pussy as he can go before he himself finally experiences his orgasm.

The squelching and slapping sounds finally died down as they gathered their breath. Prager pulled out, holding my cheek in his palm to let me breathe properly too. Ja mimics his movements, removing himself from inside me. Both men gather themselves and return to their senses while I just collapse onto the bed, falling sideways against the mattress.

“Ah, shit. There she goes.” Lyle chuckles, but he quickly stands up to come to my aid.

I groan in a low voice, feeling how all my limbs go weak.

“How ‘bout one more round?” Lyle asks, a shit-eating grin on his face.

I look up at him in disbelief. “You’re fucking kidding.” I warn, knowing I cannot even move right now.

He chuckles again. “I’m only messin’ with ya.”

“Not funny. I think I need to go back to the hospital.” I grumble, curling my legs against my chest and rolling over to my side.

“You did so well, darlin’. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” Quaritch adds, standing next to Lyle and peering down at my weak self.

Mansk had gone to wet a warm cloth and he’s back now, carefully parting my legs to clean up the mess that was made. I let him roll me on my back to clean my thighs too. He smiles at me before passing the cloth to Ja who needs it too.

Lyle reaches for my clothes and with the help of Lopez, they put them back on me.

“Thank you.” I mumble while leaning against Lyle.

“Geez, no need to thank for this. What you did is something worth thankin’ for.” he grins, sitting me up slowly.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Quaritch says, bending over to pick me up. He holds me bridal style against his chest and I just hand there. My eyes are closing, so I don’t pay attention to where he is carrying but I remember my bed being on the other side of the room.

The other recoms stare as the Colonel carries you to his bed.

“That’s where she’s sleeping?” Ja asks.

“Yeah. Problem?” Quaritch responds, lightly snapping again.

“Not if it’s only tonight.”

Quaritch frowns at Ja before answering. “We’ll switch every night.”

No one complained about that rule. Everyone was tired and so we went to bed. I was already fast asleep when Quaritch lay down with me, resting me on his chest to ensure I wouldn’t wake up with another nightmare. The lights went off but I knew nothing bad could happen to me. Not with them.

(Writing this used up all my mental energy, I need a nap rn. Let me know if you liked it! If you spot any spelling mistakes, feel free to point them out and I will correct them)

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𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

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

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬

“You’re not in Kansas anymore…”

Miles walks slowly towards the front of the room, dragging his steps lazily.

“We are going to Pandora.”

His tall, lean frame blocks a part of the light beams that fall into the room from the large glass panels, separating them from outer space.

“Now… I know you’re all asking yourselves the same question.” He continues as he slowly turns around to face his squadron, keeping his left hand on his belt. He purses his lips, taking a quick scan around the room, eyes lingering over their faces for a few seconds.

“Why so blue?”

His lips stretch in a grin, canines showing and tongue darting out slightly as he snickers at his own joke. The Recoms laugh collectively at their Colonel’s sense of humor. Lyle shakes his head, tail flicking behind him in amusement as the tension in the room is lifted briefly. Quaritch smiles while looking at them for a few seconds, before continuing.

“For our sins in our past lives, we’ve been brought back in the form of our enemy.”

Z Dog shifts in place, blowing her bubblegum and popping it as she listens to Quaritch intently. Ja’s ears shift at the sound but he continues to look at their Colonel.

“That gives us their… size, their strength, their speed.”

Fike brings another seed up to his mouth, front teeth nibbling at the outer shell to crack it. Walker continues to curl the dumbbell she’s holding in her left hand, her bicep flexing at the movement.

“And… with our training… that’s a pretty potent mix.” Miles adds, the end of his tail flicking slowly behind him. Wainfleet sniffs, shifting in place before he speaks.

“We’ve a mission yet?”

Quaritch looks at him.

“Indeed we do.” He replies, his eyes gleaming from the light within the room and his expression turning cold as he continues speaking. “Our mission is to hunt down and kill, the leader of the Na’vi insurgency.” He raises his head, canines coming out as he says the word kill. A deep growl rumbles from the back of Wainfleet’s throat at the mention of the man, and he leans back.

“The one they call Toruk Makto.”

Fike beats the left side of his chest with his balled up fist, a grin coming up to his face as excitement for bloodshed builds up in him. Miles grins lightly, giving a nod of approval at Fike’s thirst for violence, before he turns to the rest of the team with a determined expression. His hears fold back and he shows his canines yet again, head lifting up slightly to finish his sentence.

“Jake Sully.”

The room erupts in spirited cries, all Recoms showing their enthusiasm for the mission. After all, it has been a long time since they’ve been able to kill anything. And with their new bodies, they’re sure to bring hell to that fucking bastard who betrayed his entire species. Mansk chuckles, smiling as he shakes his head while Lopez raises his fist up in enthusiasm and Brown and Prager do a handshake. Z Dog grins widely, turning to look at Ja who is also grinning like a Cheshire cat, already planning victory. Wainfleet takes a quick scan around the room, watching with a smile as his teammates get riled up. He turns back to Miles, their eyes locking.

“Oorah.”

Miles chuckles at Lyle’s enthusiastic cry. He watches his squadron with a smile on his face, nodding once.

This time he has hope that everything will go as planned.

“Welcome to Hell, ladies and gentlemen.”

Y/N’s combat boots thud on the floor as she walks between her 10-man squadron, sat in two groups of five on either side of the large room, leaving a line for their Colonel to walk through. Their eyes follow her with admiration, as she slowly but firmly walks towards the front of the room.

“It’s not quite as you remember.”

As she reaches the large glass panels separating them from outer space, she turns around, facing her team. Her eyes linger over their faces. An eery feeling creeps in the pit of her stomach at first, instincts being alerted from the unfamiliar aliens watching, with ten pairs of golden eyes following her every move. But as she continues scanning their faces, their features start feeling more familiar, more like she remembers, more like the features of the squadron that followed her to every battlefield. Y/N smiles heartedly.

“Hello, old friends.”

The Recoms all chuckle, adoration and respect plastered all over their faces as they smile back at her. Y/N’s eyes fall upon her team Captain. John smiles, nodding at her once in respect. She turns to the rest of the room again.

“For our loyalty to the Corps, we have been chosen to fight for humanity’s future, in the form of our enemy. That gives us an advantage to explore them and their abilities better than anyone. And with our training, our qualifications, our expertise in warfare and our experience in a broad variation of battlefields… that’s a pretty lethal combo.”

Her eyes fall upon her First Lieutenant: Fernando Álvarez. He looks back at her, with his usual confident demeanor, smirking slightly. He’s also changed a lot, now being a Na’vi. But his features seem to have changed the least out of all the other Recoms. Maybe it will be easier for him to adapt in this new body, she thinks. She looks back at the rest of the team and the expression on her beautiful face falls serious.

“I will say this only once. We all knew what we signed up for the second we put our signatures on those contracts. So I do not want to hear any sob stories, complaints or any other bullshit of that kind. We are not on Earth anymore and we are not humans anymore either. You are here to bark on command and that is what you’re going to do. If you display any signs that you do not agree with our overall mission or with what the RDA is doing…”

Her eyes turn cold, icy stare pinning them all in place.

“The RDA will not hesitate to put a bullet through your heads and leave your carcasses out for the scientists to cut open.”

The Recoms all fall quiet, not even moving a muscle. They then look at each other, searching for any fear or hesitation among their faces, but there is none. As if they made a silent pact, they turn to look back at their Colonel. Her eyes linger over each and every one of them, but all she finds is determination and their usual blind loyalty to her. Y/N grins proudly. She turns to look at John again, who gives her a smile.

“So we’ve got a mission then, Colonel?”

Multiple eyes turn to the man who just spoke. Second Lieutenant Riley Jones remains calm, looking at his Colonel for an answer. He’s the only one who’s already in full gear, sitting next to Sergeant Scott McCaskill, with one double gloved hand grasping the left shoulder strap of his personalized plate carrier. Y/N clicks her tongue.

“Our overall mission is to help tame the frontier on Pandora for humanity’s future home. I will be personally assisting General Frances Ardmore in accomplishing this mission. And you all, will be my loyal special operations team as always. As for a specific mission, we don’t have one yet. We will first have to board on Bridgehead City and then we will be given our respective tasks.”

The Recoms nod, some of them looking at each other.

“That’s a little bit of shaky ground, is it not, comandante?”

Y/N nods.

“It is, Maria. But yet again, we’re now in the living and breathing form of the Na’vi. As long as we learn the terrain and the creatures inhabiting it, we will more than excel.”

Maria nods, her tongue pushing against the inside of her left cheek and she leans back in her seat, putting one elbow behind the back of her chair and manspreading. Fernando gives her an annoyed look as her knee pushes against his thigh and he nudges it away from him with the barrel of his handgun. She gives him a brief glare but doesn’t say anything.

“So we’re operating on unfamiliar terrain with alien creatures, in an unfamiliar base, with unfamiliar equipment and getting commands from a General we have met only once, while working for a non-governmental organization that claims that it will save humanity, which we also have never worked for before.”

All eyes turn on Riley again. Scott stares him down, eyeing one side of his face. Riley was always known to be the smartass one, always questioning their missions and every move, and that seems to not have changed one bit. And that’s what Y/N always liked about him. He always provided a different perspective on every strategy and questioned it until it was flawless. Before Y/N can respond, John replies.

“We all knew what we signed up for, Phoenix.”

Riley turns to John, his eyes scanning over the Captain’s features.

“Oh I wasn’t denying that.” He replies, squinting his eyes briefly at John. “I was simply stating the same facts I stated when we signed said contracts.”

“Well we appreciate your accurate insights, but they’re not helping, mate.” John says back.

Y/N’s eyes remain on him for a few seconds. She turns back to the group of Recoms who have now turned at her for an answer.

“I know you all have your doubts. Trust me, I have mine as well. But when we signed said contracts, The Recom Program was still just a backup plan. It was not planned throughly. However, it’s been fourteen years since then, and while we’ve been developing in our amnio tanks, the RDA and General Ardmore have been working relentlessly to develop the Program flawlessly. Everything has already been thought and planned for us, and when we get to Pandora we’ll have a clear vision on our mission as well as our purpose. And when that happens, I’ll allow you all to express your opinions on it. Just not to the RDA, but to me. We cannot be risking anything.”

There’s a low chatter amongst the Recoms at Y/N’s words. The Colonel lets them talk it out with each other for some minutes. She looks over all of them as the chatter dies down, before continuing.

“With that being said, we have reached the end of this meeting.” She finishes, watching them carefully and leaving no room for discussion. Her eyes are still looking for any signs of uncertainty on their faces. But yet again, after some minutes, they find none. Y/N smiles proudly, raising her head slightly up and taking a deep breath.

“Low and behold my darling friends, there is no going back.”

The room erupts in spirited cries, the Recoms clapping to show appreciation for their Colonel’s speech. Y/N smiles and walks closer to them as they all stand up and start greeting and chatting with each other. As the room gets loud in chatter and laughter, Y/N walks right up to them, patting John’s and Fernando’s backs as she gets in the group.

“Now, who wants to go for a few drinks? We have some catching up to do.” She asks and the Recoms cheer, all talking and laughing with each other as they noisily make their way out of the room, eleven pairs of combat boots thudding heavily on the floor below them. John and Y/N walk last, making sure that no one stays behind.

“You nailed it, Colonel.” John says, looking down at her with his bright and warm smile.

Y/N chuckles.

“That’s my job, Captain.”

It’s quiet inside the aircraft, except for the noise of the engine and the occasional hiss of the Recom Breathers, as Y/N and her squadron sip carbon dioxide every two minutes. The inside of the aircraft is dark, except for a dim red light that illuminates above, casting shadows on the Recoms’ faces. Y/N’s breathing is steady, grounding, her chest expanding with every inhale as the mask provides her lungs with the much needed carbon dioxide. Her eyes lift her vision forward, scanning over the faces of the Recoms in the row in front of her. Scott raises his head up, as his gaze meets hers. He takes a deep inhale, sipping more carbon dioxide as he continues to look at his Colonel. Y/N can see as his lips curl up into a warm smile behind the mask of the Recom Breather, his eyes give her his usual confident but assuring look, and his head nods once. Y/N closes her eyes once in acknowledgment to his gesture, before she lowers her gaze again. A shuffle and a thud are heard and she looks over at Riley who has leaned his head back, the back of his tactical helmet pressed against the cold metal of the aircraft.

“What’s taking so bloody long?” He huffs, his deep voice sounding nothing less than annoyed, and muffled behind the mask. He’s still the only one in full gear, armed to the teeth as the equipment weighs heavy against his body.

“Patience, Lieutenant.” John mumbles, opening his eyes briefly to look at him once before closing them again.

“This ain’t a field trip, ay.” Scott adds, also turning his eyes towards Riley who gives him a glare in response. Y/N takes another sip of carbon dioxide, dulling out their voices in the background.

“Apologies for the inconvenience,” A human soldier says, sat in the front of the room, right behind the cockpit. All Recoms turn their eyes towards him. “It’s taking a long time because we have to fly carefully. We’re still moving above Na’vi and wildlife territory, and this aircraft is small compared to the one before us which transported everything else. This one is made especially to transport one team of Recoms. Hardware such as this triggers the wildlife to attack it, if not moving carefully.”

Y/N’s team look at each other silently.

“The wildlife attacks our hardware?” Henry Davis, their Operations Officer, repeats, looking at the man. Before he can respond, Y/N speaks.

“It’s Pandora’s immune response.” She states, looking at a random spot in front of her. “The wildlife attacks everything that is not part of the moon’s natural ecosystem.”

“That means us too, I presume.” Henry replies, looking at her. Y/N shakes her head.

“With what I’ve read, the wildlife attacks only humans and machines. Unlike them, we have Na’vi DNA, so theoretically we should not be detected as a threat by the immune system.” She replies, taking another sip of carbon dioxide from her Recom Breather.

“Theoretically.” Riley comments.

Maria raises a brow before leaning close to Fernando , who is sitting next to her.

“¿Alguna vez sacará la cabeza del culo?”(Will he ever pull his head out of his ass?) She whispers in his ear as she looks at Riley with a raised brow, and Fernando shrugs.

“You came prepared, Colonel.” Sergeant Major Silva comments with a smile.

“Naturally.” Y/N replies shortly, before leaning back and closing her eyes again. The human soldier at the front speaks again.

“As soon as we’re somewhere far within the Kill Zone, we can open the side door of the aircraft so you all can get some fresh air and a glimpse of the head base.” He states and the Recoms nod silently before going back to sipping carbon dioxide quietly from their Recom Breathers.

After about half an hour, a buzz is heard throughout the aircraft and the red light starts flickering. The Recoms all look up towards the speakers above as the human soldier puts on his breathing mask. After adjusting it to his liking, he turns to Y/N and gives her an affirmative nod. Y/N stands up from her seat and while keeping her upper body bent over as to not hit the ceiling of the aircraft, she walks to the side door. It doesn’t take much from her new muscles to pull the door to the side and soon enough, a blast of air bursts in as well as light entering through. The red light switches off and the Recoms all slowly move towards the opening.

Y/N sticks her right shoulder and head out of the aircraft while the rest remove their Breathers to take in fresh air. Her golden eyes fall onto the sight in front of the vehicle, wind blowing into her hair and kuru, while her hand moves to lower the mask from her face. The Recoms follow suit in looking out of the aircraft, standing carefully behind their Colonel, and soon enough their eyes widen at the sight in front of them.

“Well I’ll be damned…” Y/N murmurs.

In front of their eyes lays nearly a mile of strip bare earth, not counting the mile they have already left behind, starting from the natural tree line and ending at the land part of the 19 mile defensive wall that surrounds the “boom town”. The Kill Zone. Treated with herbicides and defended with automated weapons to keep Pandora’s network of sensors and death creatures away.

As the aircraft moves closer, Y/N and her team of Recoms watch in awe as the defensive wall gets larger and larger and their Marine hearts immediately start admiring the incredible firepower incorporated on it.

“Wouldya lookit tha’.” Scott says in awe, as they all watch the variety of gun and missile systems.

“Could blow off a fuckin’ army of tanks like swatting flies off a piece of meat.” Riley comments just as amazed as the others.

“Damn right.” John replies, as they get closer to the missiles installed on the massive concrete pylons.

As the aircraft flies over the defensive wall, preparing to head for the airfield, the Recoms are now overseeing the massive hive of chaotic construction. Heavy lift blimps and nimble robotic cranes loom over robotic swarm assemblers and hulking, yellow AMP suits while humans drive a variety of ground utility vehicles. Hundreds of tower cranes stack prefabbed structures into enormous power and processing plans, while a web of high-speed maglev train lines delivers materials and robots to where they are needed. As everyone watches the landscape before them, Y/N speaks again.

“We’re finally here.”

They have arrived on the destination they were created for.

The city of a thousand cranes.

Bridgehead City.

Y/N’s steps hold authority in them as she walks, heavy combat boots thudding on the ground below her feet. Her posture is straight, firm, calm and calculated like the commanding officer she is, as she makes her way through the Sec-Ops Armor Bay. Soldiers and staff turn their heads to look at the tall Recom walking among them, her second in command following right behind. She tries not to let her expression show the amazement at the sheer amount of weapon power and machinery she is walking through, as for now her focus is only one.

“General Ardmore!” Her voice booms firmly, stopping right a few feet away from the woman in what seems to be a metal skeleton suit. Y/N salutes, John following suit as the Expeditionary Force Commander turns towards her, blue eyes immediately falling on the Na’vi woman. Ardmore smiles.

“Human or Recombinant, I could spot that unchecked determination and authority holding demeanor from a mile away, L/N.”

Y/N chuckles, grasping the metal hand of the suit that has been reached towards her, before engaging in a respectful embrace with the General and patting each other’s backs once.

“Good to see you, General. It’s been a while.” Y/N says with a smile as they pull apart.

“True that is, Colonel.” Ardmore replies before turning to John. “Captain Keller.” She calls out once to acknowledge his presence and he nods once in respect. Ardmore turns to Y/N.

“It’s good to finally have you under my command, Colonel L/N. Welcome to Pandora. We have a lot to discuss. Come, walk with me.” She says before walking ahead, as Y/N and John start following behind.

“As you may know, this is the Sec-Ops Armor Bay.” Ardmore states as she walks through the machinery. “From AMP and Skel Suits to ground assault vehicles, SeaWasps, and Kestrels - if it walks, rolls or flies for Sec-Ops, it gets maintained and sometimes parked in the Armor Bay. Our weapon technicians work hard to keep our gun and missile systems functioning optimally in the moon’s tropical environment, and our engineers perform repairs on vehicles that have sustained damage from contact with Pandoran forces.”

“Impressive…” Y/N replies as she and John watch the numerous people working on the vehicles, welding sparkles flying in the air and the smell of machinery work fills her nostrils. Ardmore leads them outside, the sun falling above them as they’re now walking through one of the industrial zones. Machines and vehicles surround them, all working fast and precisely, building relentlessly. The General notices as Y/N’s eyes follow them, looking somewhat in awe at how quickly and efficiently they build.

“So what’s with this place? Why rush to build not just a base but a city, General?” She asks, turning her head to look at Ardmore. The General chuckles.

“Observant as always, Colonel.” She replies as they continue walking. “That was always one of your best traits.”

She stops and turns around, looking more serious now as she stares at Y/N and John.

“Earth is dying.” Ardmore states, blue eyes turning to look at the construction going on. “As you know, our task here is to tame this frontier. To make Pandora the new home for humanity. We’re here to “build tomorrow”, seeing that we’re the last hope for a dying Earth. But before we can do that, we need to…. pacify, the hostiles.”

Y/N nods once, also turning to look at the construction. Her ears fold back for a moment, as her tail moves slowly side to side behind her.

“I must say, this new flagship installation has gotten quite far considering how little time the RDA CON-DEV has been here.” She points out, looking over at Ardmore. The General nods.

“The construction of Bridgehead and its supporting outposts is larger than anything the RDA has attempted on Pandora. Bridgehead is roughly the size and composition of Long Beach, California and vastly larger than the older Hell’s Gate. Getting it done requires a blank slate attack on the logistical challenges, and what emerges are innovative building techniques and the need to rely on heavy automation at all scales. The process is heavily robotic and algorithmic, doing away with all RDA remote vehicles controlled by human operators. From robotic material extraction, through high-tech manufacturing, and then onto swarm assembly of enormous structures, the new style of RDA construction is productive and highly organized.” Ardmore states, before turning to point at some spider-looking yellow machines.

“Swarm assemblers, latest-generation machines with a “Triple R” construction strategy - Rapid, Remote, Robotic. These machines can put up a building in six days.” She says before continuing to walk, with Y/N and John following behind. Ardmore turns her head to look at Y/N over her shoulder.

“That look on your face tells me you want to know everything about everything here.” She says and Y/N chuckles.

“It’s in my principles, General. I could argue that knowledge is much more important for a commanding officer than muscles.” Y/N replies, and Ardmore chuckles back.

“And that’s one of your strongest qualities. You’ve always been prepared, always knew how the world around you operated.”

“And that’s not gonna change.” Y/N replies back.

Ardmore, Y/N and John now stand behind the rail that overlooks the enormous 3D printers as they churn out vast amounts of components for vehicles, weapons, robotics, data equipment and buildings.

“How big is this bad boy?” Y/N asks as she looks amazed at the print heads as they work rapidly, hissing as they spew out hot, freshly printed red metal from the pressurized tubing. A construction supervisor nearby, dressed in a red construction vest, looks up at the Recom and answers.

“This is our largest printer, ma’am. It has a build volume of 220ft (67 m) long x 95ft (29m) wide x 45 ft (14 m) high.” He replies as Ardmore turns to grab her RDA standard-issue coffee mug.

“Holy shit.” John mumbles as he hears the supervisor’s words, both him and Y/N watching the enormous printer in awe.

“Now,” Ardmore speaks. “Back to business.”

Y/N and John turn to her, focusing their attention on the more important matter.

“As I said before, we’re here to colonize Pandora. Naturally, we’ve been met with massive resistance and every time we have fought back, we have taken loses.” Ardmore says over the noise of the print heads, before turning to walk away from the 3D printer. Y/N and John follow her as she leads them towards the high-tech Ops Center. They walk through the corridors, passing workers and military personnel who all seem to be in their own corporate world, carrying files and stacks of papers, until they reach the Holofloor. Y/N and John watch as Ardmore hops off her Skel suit and takes off her breathing mask. They put on their own Recom Breather masks on to sip the carbon dioxide that is lacking inside the human-air facility. Ardmore walks through the imagery of Pandora terrain, videos of Na’vi and wildlife attacking RDA hardware and holograms of Pandoran sites.

“However, dealing with the resistance from the hostiles is not your job momentarily.” She tells Y/N as she sips coffee from her mug. “We have assigned someone else for that issue.”

Y/N raises a brow, bringing her Recom Breather mask up to sip carbon dioxide.

“Someone else? I thought that was my job.” She replies, lowering the mask before looking at Ardmore for an answer. The General takes a sip of her coffee before turning to her.

“Yes. Before Project Phoenix came to life, that was planned to have been your job. However, a few things have changed since then.” Ardmore turns to nod at an operator nearby who presses something on his datapad and pulls up the holograms of twelve Recombinants that Y/N has never seen before.

“This is the Deja Blu team.” Ardmore continues before turning towards Y/N again. “After you and your team were required to sign up for Project Phoenix, Colonel Quaritch and his team signed up right after you. The Recoms you see here are the Recombinants of said Colonel and his team. They arrived on Bridgehead a few days before you, and I gave them the mission of dealing with the leader of the Na’vi insurgency.”

Y/N’s jaw clenches and Ardmore doesn’t miss that. The Recom’s eyes turn away from the General to trace over the features of the hologram of who she assumes is this Colonel Quaritch. If she wasn’t so tense right now, she would’ve thought to herself that he’s quite handsome. Y/N swallows, and turns her head towards Ardmore again, measuring out her next words carefully.

“With all due respect ma’am, with as much as I know, isn’t Colonel Quaritch the man responsible for the expulsion of the RDA from Pandora?” She asks carefully, watching for the General’s reaction. Ardmore sighs, putting down her coffee mug.

“That is precisely why I gave him this mission. The man who organized the war against the RDA fourteen years ago goes by the name of Jake Sully. He was a human who permanently took over an avatar body, and as we speak, he’s still leading the attacks against our forces. At the time of the war, Sully was under Colonel Quaritch’s wing, before killing him in battle. Hunting down and killing him was supposed to be your mission first yes, but it seemed more fitting to give it to Colonel Quaritch, since he knows Sully better than anyone else here, and seeks revenge for his treason. There’s nothing more deadly and determined than a soldier who seeks payback.”

Y/N sucks in the inside of her left cheek before biting onto it lightly, pursing her lips in the process. Her ears fold back and her tail moves cautiously behind her. She makes brief eye contact with John who was also looking over the holograms of the Deja Blu team, before turning to Ardmore who has picked up her coffee mug again.

“So then, what becomes of me and my team?” She asks. Ardmore takes a long sip of coffee before turning to look up at the tall Recombinant.

“I have a greater mission for you, L/N.” She says, and watches as Y/N’s eyes glint dangerously. “You and your team are now the highest qualifying operators I have here. Your skills and knowledge are highly valuable to us and I believe that you could be the key to colonizing Pandora.” She waves her hand and the holograms of the Deja Blu team disappear. She turns to Y/N with a proud smile, and puts her hands behind her back, puffing out her chest.

“Colonel F/N L/N, I am promoting you to Major General. With the absence of my Lieutenant General who is still on his way, you are now my second in command. I am giving you full secondary command and authority over all of my air, land and sea forces. You have always been one of the Marine Corps’ most valuable and brilliant operators and I believe this post would be perfect for you. Your mission is now the same as mine and you and your team will help me in retaking Pandora to make it humanity’s new home. I have renamed your squadron to team ALPHA, and their ranks will retain the same position and authority that they held back on Earth.”

Y/N’s eyes widen for a few moments, before she returns to her calm and calculated demeanor. She balls up her right fist and puts it above her heart, nodding once at Ardmore in respect.

“Thank you, General. I promise you that me and my team will not disappoint.”

Ardmore smiles before nodding once in acknowledgment.

“I’m counting on it. Now, with that out of the way, what do you say you join me for a drink and some conversation? Just like the first time we met.” She offers, watching as the Recom hides a smile.

“Of course, ma’am. It would be my pleasure.” Y/N replies, her tail flicking behind her, before they both start making their way out of the Holofloor room. John stays behind, knowing that now it is not his place to join them, and Y/N nods at him once over her shoulder in acknowledgment, before the sliding doors close behind her.

Y/N and Ardmore sit in her office, sat next to each other on either side of the leather couch on the side of the room, talking as they occasionally sip from a respective can of “Viperwolf Ale”.

“May I say something, General.” Y/N asks carefully, her large body sat somewhat uncomfortably in the human-sized room. Ardmore turns to look up at Y/N and nods at her to continue.

“I don’t know how I feel about this Colonel Quaritch.” Y/N finally says. Ardmore sighs, taking a sip from her can.

“I don’t blame you. You’ve never met him and the only perspective you have of him is how he lost the war.” She replies. “But Quaritch is a skilled and knowledgeable operator. He has the most experience with Pandora and his team will be very useful to us in our mission.”

Y/N listens carefully but Ardmore can tell that she is not convinced.

“I’m just not sure how we can trust a man who made a mistake that fatal for humanity.” She replies. Ardmore nods slowly, before taking another sip of beer.

“For now, I see no issue with him. If he is still as determined as they say he once was, he will be a major bonus to have on our side.” Ardmore replies shortly, leaving no more room for discussion. Y/N nods slowly and looks away, before taking a sip of her own.

“But I do want you to know, that I will not go easy on any of your operators.” She tells Ardmore, turning back to her. Ardmore turns to look at the Recom, with the corners of her wrinkled lips turning up into a smirk. Y/N makes eye contact with her coldly and her ears fold back before continuing in a firm voice.

“You gave me this position and I will fill it. But I will not tolerate any mistakes from anyone. I will do my job as perfectly and flawlessly as possible, and that includes getting rid of some of our own.” She stops for a bit, looking for any negative reaction.

“I will not hesitate to execute if necessary.”

This time Ardmore does not hide her smirk, looking at Y/N proudly. She takes a deep breath, and does not break eye contact with her, before she replies to Y/N’s words.

“Very well.”

Title Explanation

Esprit de Corps - The "spirit" of a unit. This spirit is commonly reflected by all members. It implies devotion and loyalty to the Marine Corps, with deep regard for history, traditions and honor. This spirit is also reflected by all of the Recoms, both Deja Blu and ALPHA.

ᴜɴɪᴛ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ - This data sheet contains detailed information on all of the members of Y/N’s squadron. This may be helpful to get the full insights on them as well as reduce complications and confusion upon reading upcoming chapters.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

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