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Special Note. The characters are written in such a manner that you may decide whether you want to imagine them as humans or Recoms. Pick the version that turns you on most!

Pairing : Recom/Human Lyle Wainfleet x (fem) Recom/Human Reader Rating : explicit 18+ Word count : ~ 3k Warnings : porn without plot, reader feels ashamed at first, dom Lyle / sub Reader, light throat hold, oral sex (fem receiving), pussy spanking, praise & degradation kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, creampie, consensual sex, aftercare, no use of y/n 'cause I hate that shit, do you horny bastards even read these tags Vibe : psychological vulnerability, RDA, slightly unbalanced (more rough than caring) Context : in which you find yourself in a cramped closet with Lyle Wainfleet, having to come to terms with the fact that you enjoy letting him have his way with you.

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Closet Space

One moment you were storming down one of Bridgehead’s many corridors and the next you were shoved into a minuscule closet with Wainfleet’s hands greedily pawing at you. It hadn’t been planned, but you couldn’t say it was the first time it had happened either.

His breath was hot on your neck as he pressed you into the cold metal shelves of the small closet. Rough hands pushed and pulled at the fabric of your clothing, desperately searching for skin. He was in a rush today, usually practiced hands fumbling with impatience.

You frowned. “Don’t rip my clothes you ape.” you whispered, "I can’t walk out of here naked.”

He huffed. “They can’t know if you’ve got on any underwear or not.” he stated confidently, rapidly tugging down your pants and making you gasp at the sudden movement. Before you could ask him what he’d meant his nimble fingers found your underwear and harshly pulled at the material, ripping them apart in one fluid motion. Another gasp escaped you, a mixture of disbelief and excitement at his brute force sending a wave of pleasure across your body. 

“Christ, Lyle. I have a meeting coming up on the other side of base.” you complained half-heartedly. 

Truthfully, you never accepted just how much you enjoyed letting him have his way with you. 

He chuckled darkly, leaning in. “Perfect. I’ll be the only one to know you’re walking around work with no underwear, my cum dripping down your thighs.” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with arousal. His words were so utterly lewd you couldn’t think of anything to say in return. You could feel his erection, straining against the material of his fatigues as his teeth caught your lower lip, biting and tugging at the flushed skin. Your eyes fluttered closed and your lips parted in a silent moan, opening yourself up to him. “You love it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?” he hissed, wrapping a firm hand around your neck. “Love it when I take control, when I do what I want with you.” He gave your throat a light squeeze. “Is that what you want? Huh? Want me to fuck you senseless right here in this shitty closet?” His breath fanned over your lips and you had to concentrate hard to form a sentence in your mind. 

His free hand reached down and he slipped a finger inside you, the thick digit sliding effortlessly in. Your breath caught. You hadn’t realized how wet you already were. “Answer me.” he demanded. 

“Yes.” you quickly answered, scrambling to find your words. “I want—“ The sentence died in your throat as you felt his finger suddenly curl inside you. You moaned loudly, your hands desperately twisting in his shirt as he continued curling and uncurling his finger, repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“Come on baby, use your words for me.” he pressed on, his tone low and sultry. You had to fight the urge to let your knees buckle, his hand around your throat keeping you firmly in place.

You swallowed down another moan. “Yes, Lyle. Yes. Please yes. Just—Fuck. Yes!” you pleaded. You didn’t even know what you were asking or agreeing to, only that it all felt good— that Lyle felt good and you certainly didn’t want any of it to stop.

“That’s my girl.” he growled, planting a rough kiss on your lips and bending down between your legs, his finger still inside you. You finally let yourself slump down a bit, his grip on your throat now gone. Your hands quickly went to rest on his head. He immediately started working your clit with his tongue, not giving you a moment’s rest. He knew exactly what do and what buttons to push to get you to come. Ordinarily he’d tease you a bit, not quite giving you what you wanted until he had you writhing and begging underneath him, but today he was giving you exactly what you needed right away. You could already feel the delicious sensation of your release blooming deep in your core and knew you wouldn’t last long. 

“I—I’m already close.” you said to him between shallow pants.

He let out a low hum, his thumb on your thigh brushing your skin lightly. His tongue and finger kept working you tirelessly as your pleasure kept growing inside you, expanding until it already felt like you were teetering on the edge of your release. You looked down and the sight of him kneeling between your legs, the hard muscles of his arm and broad shoulders contracting as he fingered you pushed you over the edge. You came, nails clawing uncontrollably at his head and shoulders, loud moans leaving your lips. He didn’t stop, even as you mindlessly ground up against his mouth. You weren’t thinking anymore, only feeling, and the sensation was liberating. He made sure to draw out your orgasm, the wet and pliable muscle of his tongue rubbing against your clit until you started shaking and squirming from the overstimulation. He gave your clit a final lap, making you shudder, before leaning back and slowly slipping his finger out. He was looking up at you intently, sweating and panting with a wide grin on his face as he brought his finger up to his lips. You watched, transfixed, as he sucked it clean, the glistening digit sliding languidly between his lips. He was tasting you. The thought had you digging your nails into his shoulders. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up, removing your shirt before taking a step back to pull his over his head and unbuckle his pants. His gaze was fixed onto yours as he dropped his underwear, his hard cock springing free. You couldn’t help but look at him, a fresh wave of arousal coiling low in your gut again at the thought of feeling him inside you. He stepped forward, towering over you as he placed both his hands on the shelves behind, effectively caging you in with his large frame. 

“Alright buttercup. You ready?” he teased, his tone arrogant. 

You cocked an eyebrow up at him. “Tough guy, huh?”  

You turned around and pressed your ass against his hard cock, relishing the loud hiss that escaped him. His hands immediately found your ass, squeezing and kneading at the soft skin, spreading your cheeks apart. You ground back against him impatiently. “Just fuck me already Wainfleet.” you challenged.

“I should make you wait for it.” he growled, giving your ass a firm slap, the sound loud in the small space. “Make you beg for it.”

You arched back, pressing yourself harder against him. “Shut up.” you spat out.

He breathed a laugh. “You think you can talk to me like that?” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and dangerous. His hand snaked around your waist, slowly travelling down your stomach. “Bad, bad girl…” he trailed off as his fingers finally reached your clit. 

You spread your legs a little wider, expecting him to touch you the way he always did, and your knees nearly buckled as his hand suddenly landed onto your clit in a light slap instead. You gasped in surprise, toes curling as a jolt of pleasure travelled inside you. “Yeah. Thought you’d like that.” he said with a smirk on his lips as you jerked against him from another spank.

And another.

Again. 

And again. 

Your eyes were squeezed shut as he kept spanking you, the constant stimulation an assault to your sensitive clit, swollen and pulsing at the overstimulation. It felt like all your nerves were on fire, heat spreading through you and electricity crawling under your skin. The sensation had you gasping and moaning, writhing and jerking in his arms, a strange push and pull of wanting it to stop but continue at the same time. You were trapped between Lyle and the cold metal shelves, completely at his mercy. 

You loved it. 

What was wrong with you?

“Lyle stop.” you suddenly blurted out. 

His hand immediately stilled.

For a moment you were both silent, only the sounds of your breathing filling the small closet.

“I want you inside me.” you said quietly, still facing the shelving.

“Beg for it.” he replied drily.

You paused. You could feel your cheeks burn. “Lyle…” you trailed off, a wave of shame washing over you.

“Beg for it.” he repeated, unaware of your unease. “I know you love it when I give you orders. Beg for it.” he said firmly.

You stayed quiet, still not turning around.

It took Lyle a moment before the realization hit him. 

“Hey… Hey, it’s okay.” he cooed. His voice was unexpectedly quiet. “It’s me. No need to feel ashamed.”

You swallowed thickly. This wasn’t the first time you’d felt embarrassed for enjoying his harsh ministrations so much, although you’d never told him about it. Or stopped him for it. It was like an unspoken understanding between the two of you. He’d clearly always known of your struggle to accept your submissiveness, but had never brought it up and you appreciated that he always gave you exactly what you wanted without making you feel ashamed about it. It’s one of the reasons you kept going back to him. 

The only one judging you was yourself.

And the only one putting a stop to your pleasure was yourself.

“We can do this differently if you want. I’m okay with it.” he whispered, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

You took a deep breath. If he wasn’t judging you and took just as much pleasure dominating you as you did being dominated, then why should you? 

“No, I… I like it. When you order me around.” you said carefully. Your voice was barely above a whisper. It felt like you had to push every word out, but you felt proud for saying it out loud.

Lyle was quiet before he spoke.

“Say it again.” he whispered.

Your breath caught. “I… like it. When you order me around.” you repeated a bit more confidently.

His fingers traced down the length of your spine. You shivered.

“Again.”

Your cheeks burned. “I like it when you order me around.”

His fingers grazed the skin of your ass. Your hipbone. Your thigh. He pressed himself a little harder against you. “What else do you like?” he asked, voice low.

You gasped. His skin was hot against yours, his body like a wall of muscle behind you, sturdy and firm. You could feel a familiar heat pooling between your legs. “I like it when you talk dirty.” you admitted.

He hummed. “So…you like it when I push you down against your bed? When I tell you to take it like a good girl?”  he pretended to ask innocently. “What about when I make you choke on my cock or I fill you with my cum, you like that too?” His hands rested on your hips, digging into the smooth flesh.

You had closed your eyes, images of your previous rendezvous replaying in your mind. “I love it.” you whispered, almost breathless from the memories.

“Fuck.” he cursed, his voice deeper than before.

His grip tightened on your hips and a quiet moan escaped your lips. He was fully erect, his cock pressing insistently against your ass. 

He let out a shaky exhale. “Let me have you.” he whispered in your hair.

Warmth spread across your body. “I’m all yours.” you breathed. 

“Fuck.” he grunted and gave your ass a sharp slap, the sound loud in the small space. You arched back with a moan. He guided himself to your entrance, pressing himself inside you and stretching you out as he buried himself fully with a single thrust. You both moaned at the sensation. He slid himself almost fully out before rapidly pulling you back onto his cock, his hips simultaneously slamming forward. You cried out in pleasure. “I know baby, I know.” he cooed as he immediately started fucking you relentlessly. He didn’t start off slow, didn’t wait for you to fully habituate to his size. With every snap of his hips he stretched you out, opening you up more and more for him. The slightly burning sensation was lost amidst the pleasure it gave you, moans spilling freely from your lips. You were holding onto the shelf in front of you, which was rattling loudly from your movements.  

“Look at you, fuckin’ moaning like a whore.” His grip on your hips was bruising and his voice rough like gravel. “You’re my little slut, aren't you?”

You moaned in response, your mind a complete blank. 

"Yeah. You're mine." he grunted.

He reached up, his calloused hands pawing at your breasts. You tried to press yourself into his touch, but there wasn’t much room for movement between him and the shelves. His pace slowed down, giving you time to catch your breath. Or so you thought.

He suddenly gave you a single, particularly hard thrust as he tugged on your nipples. The combined movements sent a jolt straight to your cunt and you cried out again, his name spilling from your lips.

“God I love the sounds you make.” he whispered almost to himself, picking up the pace again. “Come on baby, I know you can take it. Be a good girl and take it.”

He drove himself deeper and deeper into your wet heat with every harsh slap of his hips, feeling his release quickly approaching. 

“You feel so damn good.” he panted “Gonna fill you up real good with my cum.”

“Wait—I want to see you come.” you said rapidly, twisting back to look at him as best you could.

“Fuck.” was his only reply as he quickly pulled out and spun you around, doing quick work of lifting your leg up by the knee and sliding himself back into you. You were always impressed by his sheer strength and let your eyes roam over his entire body hungrily. He was holding you close, an arm wrapped around you and the other keeping your leg up while he continued thrusting into you. You held onto him tightly, nails digging into his back as you lost your balance with every thrust. A sheen layer of sweat covered him, making his skin glisten in the low light. His brows were furrowed in effort, muscles taut as he fucked you. He smelled of Lyle and sex, something silky and tangy mixed with sweat. It was all intoxicating and when you looked up he was staring directly at you, his eyes fixed onto your flushed face. You felt your blush deepen and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your faces together, breathing each other in.

“I’m gon—“

“Come inside me.” you cut him off, panting against his lips. “Please, Lyle. I want your cum inside me.” 

“Shit—“ he groaned. He came, hips stilling against yours as he buried himself impossibly deep inside you. You were trapped between him and the shelves, the metal digging into your skin. The uncomfortable sensation was lost on you as he spilled himself inside you, the familiar heat of his cum spreading with every throb of his cock. You loved watching him like this, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed in pleasure as he emptied himself in your heat. He always found a way to remind you that you were his, but in this instant it felt like he was yours too. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him deeply and so you did, hand cupping his face as he moaned into your mouth. His eyes flew open, blown pupils and long lashes pinning you in place. You stayed like this, chests heaving and sweat covered bodies pressed together as close as possible. He watched you as you wiped the sweat from his face, eyes still glazed over as he slowly came back to his senses. Slowly he slid out of you and gingerly put your leg down. You felt the mix of his cum and your slick immediately spill out. It dripped down your thighs, leaking onto the floor. You grimaced at the sensation. Lyle instantly grabbed a roll of toilet paper from a shelf behind you, getting to work cleaning you up.

“Convenient” you said with a tired smile.

He looked up at you, a grin plastered on his face. “Fuck that was good.”

You giggled.

He rummaged through the shelves and found a bag, shoving the paper and your ripped underwear inside it. You bit your lip at the sight of the destroyed garment.

“But don’t you ever shy out on me like that again.” he said calmly. “Fuckin’ scared me at first. Thought I’d hurt you or somethin’. ” 

You looked away, smiling. 

You both got dressed quickly, deciding you’d pass by your room to get cleaned up — too bad if you were late for your meeting.

You turned to unlock the closet door and froze.

“Wait. Did you even lock the door?”  you asked him.

He looked at you. “No…I didn't even think about it.” 

You stared at each other for a beat before bursting out in laughter.

Lyle shrugged. “No one walks through this wing anyways.” he said sheepishly.

“Are you serious?!” you said in disbelief, still chuckling as you opened the door and walked out.

“What?” he asked, following you with his signature shit-eating grin on his face. “It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out what we were up to either.”

You turned to him as you kept walking. “Exactly, what if someone had decided to open the door on us?” 

He shrugged again. “Like I said, good thing no one uses this wing.” he replied cooly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

You rolled your eyes. “And good thing for you you’re good in bed.”

“What the hell does that mean?” 

You both laughed, walking along the empty corridor.

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uhmm… i uhh, fuck me– WHAT WHO SAID THAT??

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Pairing : Recom Lyle Wainfleet x (fem) Recom Reader Rating : explicit 18+ Word count : ~ 2.4k Warnings : porn without plot baby let's goooo, dom Lyle / sub Reader, orgasm control / forced orgasm, overstimulation, praise kink, creampie, consensual sex, implied that they've been intimate before, (healthy) possessive sex, no use of y/n 'cause I hate that shit, it feels vanilla as hell compared to what y'all freaks write, you're welcum welcome Vibe : playful, Pandora at night, balanced (rough & caring) Context : in which the Recom squad have set up camp for the night in the Omaticaya rainforest (not being allowed to stay out at night doesn't exist here) and you're feeling... playful.

A/N Hooray! You are reading my very first fic! And it's porn without plot! EVEN BETTER!!! This goes out to @silvaworks , @pragerswoman , @cottoncloudcake and @getojitiddies . Enjoy my Avatar babes xoxo

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Shenanigans

Lyle wasn’t too sure what had taken over him.

It wasn’t like him to break protocol, to take risks. Not as a marine for the RDA anyway.

But when you’d taken his hand, he’d followed, stumbling like a kid that was overly excited about defying the rules, footsteps lighting up a path in the night.

You didn’t take him very far, stopping by the river that was next to where the squad had decided to set up camp. You were supposed to be asleep, but you couldn’t help yourself. The scenery surrounding you was breathtaking and unlike anything that existed back on Earth. This wasn’t your first time navigating Pandora at night, but it didn’t change the fact that a sense of awe overtook you every time you did. The entire rainforest was glowing, from the dense canopy above you to the water flowing gently down the stream. Even your skin glowed, the bioluminescent freckles a bittersweet reminder that you weren’t the same person you used to be.

You turned to Lyle, tracing the glowing freckles on his arm. “Don’t worry, the plants we’re surrounded by will retract into themselves if they sense any danger… Giving us a fairly clear warning.” you whispered, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Clever.

Lyle had quickly learned how intelligent and skilled you were during your time as Recoms. Sometimes it even felt like this body suited you better.

There was no hesitation when you pushed him down against the soft grass, the blades tickling his skin as you crawled into his lap. There was a playfulness to you today, like you were excited to try something new.

You gazed down at him, a soft smile on your lips as your tail swayed languidly in the air. You reached for his fatigues, fingers deftly working the button.

“Woah, slow down baby. What’s the rush?” Lyle asked, a playfulness in his voice as his hands gently grabbed yours.

You quirked a brow. “Since when are you not in a rush to fuck me, Wainfleet?” you challenged, the smile on your face growing wider as you went back to undoing his pants.

A yelp escaped you as he suddenly snapped his hips, the movement making you jerk and fall forward in his lap.

“Lyle!” you hissed, eyes wide, but there was no real bite to it.

He was chuckling, his voice deep and husky, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with him. Despite being in Pandora’s forest in the middle of the night, away from your group, you felt safe. You looked down at him, taking in the way his cheekbones were accentuated with his smile, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with his laughter. His bioluminescent freckles traced a glowing path that went down from his face to his neck, to where they disappeared under the collar of his sleeveless shirt. You let your gaze wonder further, all the way down to where your hands rested at the edge of his fatigues. The hem of his shirt had lifted, revealing a few more glowing freckles under his navel. You reached out a single finger, tracing an imaginary happy trail, and watched in satisfaction the taut muscles jump under your touch. Lyle had gone quiet, your own smile gone as you both took each other in. His hands had moved to rest on your thighs and you were suddenly very aware of the heat of his skin seeping through your pants.

His eyes snapped down to where your finger teased his skin. Lyle could smell your arousal, the musk heady and impossible to ignore, and he felt as though he could almost taste it. Taste you.

He swallowed thickly, his gaze slowly trailing up the curve of your breasts, your nipples pushing against the ribbed fabric of your tank top. You were watching him attentively, savouring the way his gaze darkened when you slowly rucked up the material of your shirt, exposing your breasts for him.

“Still not in a rush?” you teased.

He groaned. “I’m gonna lick every single one of those damn stripes.” he muttered, his grip on your thighs tightening. His voice was rough, even deeper than before, and your heart skipped a beat when he rolled you over.

His mouth immediately found your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. He worked his way down to your breasts agonizingly slow, eventually catching one of your nipples with his mouth, teeth grazing over the hard peak while his hand fondled your other breast, enjoying the way you felt in his grasp. Your skin was soft, like satin in his calloused hand. Your hands found their way under his shirt, palms exploring the broad surface of his back, feeling the way his spine dipped and his muscles worked under smooth skin. Soon enough you both tossed your clothes aside, sighing in relief at the feeling of skin pressing against skin. His large frame hovered above you, dominant and demanding, and you could feel the tip of his cock against your folds as it hung heavy between his legs. You reached down to stroke him, wanting to pleasure him too, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and pinned it down. “Ladies first.” he mumbled with a smirk. You chuckled. He repositioned himself to lay next to you, sliding an arm under your neck, hand resting in the grass. He laid your head on his shoulder, keeping you close, his other hand pawing at the delicate skin of your thigh. Somehow gentle, somehow possessive.

“Relax baby.” he drawled. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, his strong hand pushing your thighs apart. “Yeah, that’s it.—” he cooed in your ear “—Good girl, spreading those legs for me”. The fingers on your thigh started drawing lazy circles, slowly inching their way up. His touch was feather light and your tail thumped mindlessly against his calf in delight. He caressed you everywhere, everywhere but there. The wait was agonizing and your hips started bucking up in a desperate attempt for some friction. “So impatient.” he chastised, but he listened to you, his fingers grazing your wet folds until they started rubbing light circles on your clit, spreading your slick. He let out a deep groan. “Already so wet for me. Should I even let you come?” Your breath hitched, your mind unable to form anything coherent as you melted in in his arms. He gradually picked up the pace and pressure, practiced fingers no longer needing your guidance. A mixture of relief and pleasure bloomed low in your core and you let yourself sink into the feeling. You could feel your release building, like a spring coiling impossibly tight and threatening to snap. It didn’t take long before you felt your legs start to lock up, your breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

“Please don’t stop” you panted.

“That’s it princess. Let go. Come for me.” he commanded.

His voice pushed you over the edge, your back arching as you came. Suddenly a hand press down on your mouth, engulfing your moans. Lyle watched you writhe in pleasure in his arms, one hand flat on your mouth and the other tirelessly working circles on your clit, greedy to draw out your orgasm as long as possible. Your mind was a complete blank, the sensations consuming you entirely. His fingers on your clit only slowed down for a moment before picking up again, his fingers never stopping. “Lyle—shit.” you hissed, the words muffled by his palm, the overstimulation a contradictory blend of too much and not enough. His pace quickened, his fingers rubbing harder and faster circles on you. “I know you can come again. Fucking come again for me.” he ordered, his voice ragged and hot against your cheek. You didn’t have time to recover from your first orgasm did a second one ripple through you, making you scream against his hand. It felt like the whole world disappeared, the only sensation you could concentrate on the heat that ran through you, every jolt of pleasure like fireworks in your core.

Suddenly his hands on you were gone and you whined in protest at the loss of contact. You could still feel yourself fluttering and clenching around nothing, your swollen clit needing more. Slick covered fingers grabbed your chin, twisting your face to look at him, smearing your own arousal onto your cheeks. “Good girl” Lyle growled against your lips.

You didn’t get to come back to your senses before his mouth crashed onto yours, tongue pushing its way in and fangs scraping against your lower lip. Lyle could feel his control faltering, the smell of your orgasms and arousal clinging onto his skin like the humid night air. He climbed onto you, his forearms boxing you in and his knees roughly pushing yours apart as his hips ground into yours. His hands found your hair, pulling at the strands. His mind was slipping, coherent thoughts gone. He wanted to claim you, to make you his. You were his to lick, his to fuck. The thought of someone else getting to touch you was driving him wild and a ragged growl escaped him. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, he thought about how as a human he had never felt possessive of anyone before, but the thought was rapidly pushed back by the soft sounds of pleasure spilling from your lips. His cock was already coated in your arousal, making the thick and heavy member slide easily against your clit. The overstimulation had you twisting in pleasure, your tail curling and unfurling restlessly in the grass. You felt good, so good, but suddenly also so empty. You spread your legs open wider, wrapping them around his waist in a silent plea for more. “Lyle,—” you panted, “—I want you.” your voice quiet.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pressing himself in with every ounce of restraint he had left. You wrapped your arms around his neck, steadying yourself as he pushed in inch by inch. His gaze was on you the whole time, making sure you were alright until he was fully buried inside you, a relieved sigh escaping you both.

“You good?” he whispered, his breath fanning over your face. You peered up at him through glassy eyes “Yes— God, yes. Lyle, please. Just move.” you demanded as you angled your hips in a way you knew his thrusts would hit the sweetest of spots. A quiet string of curses left him as his hand covered your mouth again before pulling back and harshly slamming his hips into yours. A cry of pleasure escaped you, your head falling back into the grass at the unexpected force. He kept this pace, giving you hard, controlled thrusts. You squeezed your eyes shut, waves of pleasure rushing through you with every snap of his hips that were just shy of unbearable. You had long stopped worrying about trying to be quiet, uncaring of anyone hearing or even seeing you. At that moment all you could think of was Lyle. Lyle, Lyle, Lyle.

You were moaning his name like a broken record, your cries barely muffled by his large hand. The sounds of your pleasure and the feeling of you wrapped around him, warm and wet, made what little control he had left snap. His hand left your mouth, — all be damned if the entire squad heard you — fingers digging into the grass, his hips snapping forward faster and faster. He was enthralled by you, by the way the earth glowed around you and how your breasts moved with every thrust of his hips. He had set a brutal pace, one that he knew you liked all too well. You were moaning to the heavens, your nails uncontrollably clawing at his shoulders when his orgasm tore through him, white hot as he came inside you, pining you down with his weight to burry himself as deep as possible. His face was buried in your hair and he was groaning and cursing in your ear, knuckles white from his fingers digging holes into the earth. He stayed like this, hips pressed against yours, every throb of his cock sending shivers running down his spine. You held on to him tight, relishing the primal sensation of him emptying himself fully inside you. Soon you felt his tense muscles relax, his senses slowly coming back as he came down from his high. You were both panting heavily, too spent to move. After a few breaths you gently nuzzled his cheek and he looked up, beads of sweat glistening on his skin and his face stained purple.

“Hey baby” he whispered before planting a tired kiss on your lips. He slowly slid out of you with a groan, letting himself drop at your side. You smiled, still dazed. You both stayed there for a while, quietly catching your breaths and staring at the stars above.

Eventually you got up on trembling legs to make your way to the river, your movements slow and sluggish. Lyle chuckled as he watched you go.

You slipped into the stream with a delighted sigh. The water felt refreshing against your skin and cast a soft glow on your face. Lyle followed you soon after, smiling fondly as he took you into his arms.

“Well… Everyone definitely heard us.” you stated, forehead pressed against his.

Lyle chuckled. “Man, we’re never gonna hear the end of it.”

You both laughed. Neither of you actually cared that the others had heard you. You stayed quiet in the water, nuzzling and peppering each other with light kisses. The moment of peace was welcomed.

“Maybe we should break the rules more often.” Lyle added, grinning against your lips as he gave your bum a playful squeeze.

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Playing with Fire

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>>> Lyle POV, Mangkwan, Varang's sister is a tease, Lyle fighting for his life lol, fingering

Pairing : Recom Lyle Wainfleet x Varang's Younger Sister

Word count : ~ 1.5k

Quaritch had left with Varang to do God knows what (quite frankly, Lyle didn't really want to know), leaving him alone in the hut with Varang’s slightly younger sister.

Needless to say, Lyle didn't feel the most comfortable there.

Fuckin' bullshit.

He turned towards the tent's entrance. "I'm out." he said drily, not caring to turn back as he reached for the tent's flap.

"You are not."

Lyle froze.

"What?" he said as he turned around in disbelief.

"You are not leaving." Varang's sister replied back, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Her voice was smooth like Varang's, just slightly higher. "Not yet."

Lyle scoffed. No wonder the sister would also be a nutjob. The whole clan was batshit crazy. He still couldn't figure out how Varang had even gotten the colonel so wrapped around her finger.

"You think you can tell me what to do the same way your sister does with my boss?" he rapidly fired back.

She smiled sweetly. "No." she said slowly, as though she was savouring the way the word felt in her mouth. Lyle could see her tail swaying behind her.

It felt like he was being stalked like prey.

Her gaze never left him as she gestured towards the fur pelts on the ground. "Sit, Sky Man La-yil."

"It's Lyle." he quickly corrected.

He still hadn't moved a muscle.

"I know." she purred. Lyle could see her fangs peeking out as her smile grew wider. "I will say it correctly once you sit."

He swallowed thickly. He didn't know what was happening, but he'd have to roll with it.

At least he had his gun.

He let go of the tent's flap, retreating back into the semi-darkness as he cautiously made his way to the pelts that were at her feet, sitting down in the dense and soft fur.

"Very good... Lyle." she murmured.

Hearing his name said in such a manner made Lyle's heart skip a beat.

The tip of his tail unfurled restlessly behind him. "What do you want with me?" he asked. He had little patience for playing games.

"I find you... fascinating." she whispered as she crouched down in front of him. Her large golden eyes darted across his face and body, studying and scrutinizing every little detail. It wasn't the answer Lyle had expected, but at least it seemed... sincere.

She leaned forward, getting on all fours to be closer to him. "You demons fascinate me..." she said quietly, trailing off as she reached for his shirt, her fingertips grazing the foreign material with unexpected care. "Your scent, it reminds me a bit of my people." she added.

"How so?" Lyle asked. He was genuinely curious. When he'd waken up as a Recom, one of the hardest things to overcome was the assault on the senses. The sounds, the lights, the pheromones, the smells... A Na'vi body could perceive much more of its environment than a human, and it had taken a while to adapt to it.

Varang's sister had a fond smile on her face. "The metal." she said quietly as she watched her fingers trace along the thick shoulder strap of Lyle's rifle. She seemed to be deep in thought, memories dancing behind her eyes.

She looked up at him. "You taught Zari how to use one of these. Will you teach me too?"

Lyle found it curious that she asked him to teach her instead of commanding him.

He shrugged. " 'Course." he said.

He saw no issue in that. If the Mangkwan already had access to guns, might as well show how to use them properly lest they accidentally blow his damn head off.

"Hmm... Good... Lyle." she purred, holding onto his shoulder strap as she crawled further onto his lap.

Lyle felt himself stiffen. She was getting close, incredibly close, and he had not anticipated this.

Truthfully, he hadn’t known what to expect.

From this distance he could see every scarification bump itched into her skin and the powdery texture of the ash that adorned her slender body. If he squinted hard enough, he could even see the faint glow of the bioluminescent spots that hid underneath. Lyle could only describe her scent as smoke and heat, a thick and powerful aroma, along with what his instincts told him were arousal.

Interesting.

She glanced down at his lips. "Very... very good." she repeated as she leaned further in. Lyle resisted recoiling back, his entire being stiff as he watched her approach, until she was so close that he felt her lips brush against his. It was the faintest of caresses, just the tease of skin against skin, and Lyle suddenly felt embarrassed at the surge of sensations that overtook him. Varang’s sister was delicate, but certainly not weak. She was calculated and precise in her words and movements.

The combination excited Lyle more than he’d like to admit.

He knew that this was a dangerous game he was getting himself into. Varang and her little sister were precise and deadly.

Just like his favourite sniper rifle.

His eyes fluttered close as a shallow exhale left him. He had been certain that she would kiss him and yet... he hadn't pulled back.

"You are confused." she said, seemingly amused. Her warm breath fanned over his lips, her voice quiet and mellowed, just like a soothing caress.

Lyle felt warm all over.

Everything about this damn woman was like a caress.

The warmth of her hand on his chest vanished as she grasped his wrist, her four slender fingers gently tugging his hand forward.

His eyes snapped open.

She was looking intently at him, chin held high and eyelids heavy.

“Here... feel me." she said as she sat back on her heels, guiding his hand towards her loincloth.

In that instant Lyle felt powerless, watching with bated breath as their hands disappeared behind the small piece of leather. Underneath he could feel another cloth, one that hugged her form, just like a pair of underwear would.

“Feel me.” she insisted, bringing Lyle’s attention back to her as she pressed his fingers against her cloth, pulling some of the material aside to expose herself for him.

Her skin was soft and she was very, very wet.

Lyle instantly felt himself harden in his pants.

“Fuck.” he rasped, his throat suddenly very dry.

Amusement flickered in her eyes.

“Hmm… Sky Men and their mysterious words…” she hummed, enjoying the sensation of Lyle’s touch.

He was exploring her folds, spreading her slick as he gently rubbed his fingers up and down. She felt soft and plump, and Lyle had to fight back the urge to push her down against the pelts and bury his face in her cunt.

What was taking over him?

He forced himself to push the thought aside, distracting his mind by brushing his fingertips along her entrance.

Lyle wasn’t too surprised to discover that she felt just like a human woman, his own genitalia being like his own when he was human. It had certainly been a relief when he’d woken up as a Recom.

He brushed her entrance again, watching closely to see if she would pull back from his touch. To Lyle’s delight, she cocked her head as she curiously watched him back, spreading her knees a little wider.

Fuck that’s hot.

Suddenly Lyle wished he could slide his cock deep, deep inside her.

He fought back against his urges again, instead settling to slowly press a finger into her wet heat, feeling the thick wall of muscle both clamp and stretch around the single digit.

She let out the smallest, almost imperceptible gasp as Lyle sunk his finger in to the knuckle. Her tail was now excitedly thumping against the ground, the sound muffled by the furs.

Lyle wanted to fuck her senseless.

A deep growl escaped him.

Goddamnit.

“Ah, one must learn to control their desires, Sky Man.” she said. Her smooth voice made it all the more difficult for Lyle to resist her.

He wanted to sink his teeth into her delicate neck. “Trust me baby, I’ve been holding back.” he said, voice raw with desire.

Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist again. “Nonetheless.” she said as she started tugging on his wrist. Lyle watched in confusion as she fully pulled his finger out and got up on her feet.

Had he gone too far? Upset her? Would there be repercussions on their alliance with the Mangkwan?

Quaritch would kill him.

He scrambled to get up after her.

“Hey, are you alr—“

She pressed a gentle, yet firm, hand to his chest. “You are free to leave.” she said simply.

Lyle wasn't too sure what to make of it.

Her gaze was soft as she watched him, a small smile on her lips.

He wanted her in his arms.

He was completely confused.

She gave his chest a pat. "Do not worry." she assured him. “Go.” she insisted, pushing him towards the tent's exit.

"Okay." he said dumbly, stumbling back. He couldn't conjure up anything else to say.

At least it made her giggle.

“I will have you, Sky Man.” she told him as he stepped out into the sunlight.

Maybe he hadn’t messed up after all.

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Pairing : Recom Lyle Wainfleet x (fem) Recom Reader Rating : explicit 18+ Word count : ~ 2.4k Warnings : porn without plot baby let's goooo, dom Lyle / sub Reader, orgasm control / forced orgasm, overstimulation, praise kink, creampie, consensual sex, implied that they've been intimate before, (healthy) possessive sex, no use of y/n 'cause I hate that shit, it feels vanilla as hell compared to what y'all freaks write, you're welcum welcome Vibe : playful, Pandora at night, balanced (rough & caring) Context : in which the Recom squad have set up camp for the night in the Omaticaya rainforest (not being allowed to stay out at night doesn't exist here) and you're feeling... playful.

A/N Hooray! You are reading my very first fic! And it's porn without plot! EVEN BETTER!!! This goes out to @silvaworks , @pragerswoman , @cottoncloudcake and @getojitiddies . Enjoy my Avatar babes xoxo

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Shenanigans

Lyle wasn’t too sure what had taken over him.

It wasn’t like him to break protocol, to take risks. Not as a marine for the RDA anyway.

But when you’d taken his hand, he’d followed, stumbling like a kid that was overly excited about defying the rules, footsteps lighting up a path in the night.

You didn’t take him very far, stopping by the river that was next to where the squad had decided to set up camp. You were supposed to be asleep, but you couldn’t help yourself. The scenery surrounding you was breathtaking and unlike anything that existed back on Earth. This wasn’t your first time navigating Pandora at night, but it didn’t change the fact that a sense of awe overtook you every time you did. The entire rainforest was glowing, from the dense canopy above you to the water flowing gently down the stream. Even your skin glowed, the bioluminescent freckles a bittersweet reminder that you weren’t the same person you used to be.

You turned to Lyle, tracing the glowing freckles on his arm. “Don’t worry, the plants we’re surrounded by will retract into themselves if they sense any danger… Giving us a fairly clear warning.” you whispered, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Clever.

Lyle had quickly learned how intelligent and skilled you were during your time as Recoms. Sometimes it even felt like this body suited you better.

There was no hesitation when you pushed him down against the soft grass, the blades tickling his skin as you crawled into his lap. There was a playfulness to you today, like you were excited to try something new.

You gazed down at him, a soft smile on your lips as your tail swayed languidly in the air. You reached for his fatigues, fingers deftly working the button.

“Woah, slow down baby. What’s the rush?” Lyle asked, a playfulness in his voice as his hands gently grabbed yours.

You quirked a brow. “Since when are you not in a rush to fuck me, Wainfleet?” you challenged, the smile on your face growing wider as you went back to undoing his pants.

A yelp escaped you as he suddenly snapped his hips, the movement making you jerk and fall forward in his lap.

“Lyle!” you hissed, eyes wide, but there was no real bite to it.

He was chuckling, his voice deep and husky, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with him. Despite being in Pandora’s forest in the middle of the night, away from your group, you felt safe. You looked down at him, taking in the way his cheekbones were accentuated with his smile, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with his laughter. His bioluminescent freckles traced a glowing path that went down from his face to his neck, to where they disappeared under the collar of his sleeveless shirt. You let your gaze wonder further, all the way down to where your hands rested at the edge of his fatigues. The hem of his shirt had lifted, revealing a few more glowing freckles under his navel. You reached out a single finger, tracing an imaginary happy trail, and watched in satisfaction the taut muscles jump under your touch. Lyle had gone quiet, your own smile gone as you both took each other in. His hands had moved to rest on your thighs and you were suddenly very aware of the heat of his skin seeping through your pants.

His eyes snapped down to where your finger teased his skin. Lyle could smell your arousal, the musk heady and impossible to ignore, and he felt as though he could almost taste it. Taste you.

He swallowed thickly, his gaze slowly trailing up the curve of your breasts, your nipples pushing against the ribbed fabric of your tank top. You were watching him attentively, savouring the way his gaze darkened when you slowly rucked up the material of your shirt, exposing your breasts for him.

“Still not in a rush?” you teased.

He groaned. “I’m gonna lick every single one of those damn stripes.” he muttered, his grip on your thighs tightening. His voice was rough, even deeper than before, and your heart skipped a beat when he rolled you over.

His mouth immediately found your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. He worked his way down to your breasts agonizingly slow, eventually catching one of your nipples with his mouth, teeth grazing over the hard peak while his hand fondled your other breast, enjoying the way you felt in his grasp. Your skin was soft, like satin in his calloused hand. Your hands found their way under his shirt, palms exploring the broad surface of his back, feeling the way his spine dipped and his muscles worked under smooth skin. Soon enough you both tossed your clothes aside, sighing in relief at the feeling of skin pressing against skin. His large frame hovered above you, dominant and demanding, and you could feel the tip of his cock against your folds as it hung heavy between his legs. You reached down to stroke him, wanting to pleasure him too, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and pinned it down. “Ladies first.” he mumbled with a smirk. You chuckled. He repositioned himself to lay next to you, sliding an arm under your neck, hand resting in the grass. He laid your head on his shoulder, keeping you close, his other hand pawing at the delicate skin of your thigh. Somehow gentle, somehow possessive.

“Relax baby.” he drawled. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, his strong hand pushing your thighs apart. “Yeah, that’s it.—” he cooed in your ear “—Good girl, spreading those legs for me”. The fingers on your thigh started drawing lazy circles, slowly inching their way up. His touch was feather light and your tail thumped mindlessly against his calf in delight. He caressed you everywhere, everywhere but there. The wait was agonizing and your hips started bucking up in a desperate attempt for some friction. “So impatient.” he chastised, but he listened to you, his fingers grazing your wet folds until they started rubbing light circles on your clit, spreading your slick. He let out a deep groan. “Already so wet for me. Should I even let you come?” Your breath hitched, your mind unable to form anything coherent as you melted in in his arms. He gradually picked up the pace and pressure, practiced fingers no longer needing your guidance. A mixture of relief and pleasure bloomed low in your core and you let yourself sink into the feeling. You could feel your release building, like a spring coiling impossibly tight and threatening to snap. It didn’t take long before you felt your legs start to lock up, your breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

“Please don’t stop” you panted.

“That’s it princess. Let go. Come for me.” he commanded.

His voice pushed you over the edge, your back arching as you came. Suddenly a hand press down on your mouth, engulfing your moans. Lyle watched you writhe in pleasure in his arms, one hand flat on your mouth and the other tirelessly working circles on your clit, greedy to draw out your orgasm as long as possible. Your mind was a complete blank, the sensations consuming you entirely. His fingers on your clit only slowed down for a moment before picking up again, his fingers never stopping. “Lyle—shit.” you hissed, the words muffled by his palm, the overstimulation a contradictory blend of too much and not enough. His pace quickened, his fingers rubbing harder and faster circles on you. “I know you can come again. Fucking come again for me.” he ordered, his voice ragged and hot against your cheek. You didn’t have time to recover from your first orgasm did a second one ripple through you, making you scream against his hand. It felt like the whole world disappeared, the only sensation you could concentrate on the heat that ran through you, every jolt of pleasure like fireworks in your core.

Suddenly his hands on you were gone and you whined in protest at the loss of contact. You could still feel yourself fluttering and clenching around nothing, your swollen clit needing more. Slick covered fingers grabbed your chin, twisting your face to look at him, smearing your own arousal onto your cheeks. “Good girl” Lyle growled against your lips.

You didn’t get to come back to your senses before his mouth crashed onto yours, tongue pushing its way in and fangs scraping against your lower lip. Lyle could feel his control faltering, the smell of your orgasms and arousal clinging onto his skin like the humid night air. He climbed onto you, his forearms boxing you in and his knees roughly pushing yours apart as his hips ground into yours. His hands found your hair, pulling at the strands. His mind was slipping, coherent thoughts gone. He wanted to claim you, to make you his. You were his to lick, his to fuck. The thought of someone else getting to touch you was driving him wild and a ragged growl escaped him. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, he thought about how as a human he had never felt possessive of anyone before, but the thought was rapidly pushed back by the soft sounds of pleasure spilling from your lips. His cock was already coated in your arousal, making the thick and heavy member slide easily against your clit. The overstimulation had you twisting in pleasure, your tail curling and unfurling restlessly in the grass. You felt good, so good, but suddenly also so empty. You spread your legs open wider, wrapping them around his waist in a silent plea for more. “Lyle,—” you panted, “—I want you.” your voice quiet.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pressing himself in with every ounce of restraint he had left. You wrapped your arms around his neck, steadying yourself as he pushed in inch by inch. His gaze was on you the whole time, making sure you were alright until he was fully buried inside you, a relieved sigh escaping you both.

“You good?” he whispered, his breath fanning over your face. You peered up at him through glassy eyes “Yes— God, yes. Lyle, please. Just move.” you demanded as you angled your hips in a way you knew his thrusts would hit the sweetest of spots. A quiet string of curses left him as his hand covered your mouth again before pulling back and harshly slamming his hips into yours. A cry of pleasure escaped you, your head falling back into the grass at the unexpected force. He kept this pace, giving you hard, controlled thrusts. You squeezed your eyes shut, waves of pleasure rushing through you with every snap of his hips that were just shy of unbearable. You had long stopped worrying about trying to be quiet, uncaring of anyone hearing or even seeing you. At that moment all you could think of was Lyle. Lyle, Lyle, Lyle.

You were moaning his name like a broken record, your cries barely muffled by his large hand. The sounds of your pleasure and the feeling of you wrapped around him, warm and wet, made what little control he had left snap. His hand left your mouth, — all be damned if the entire squad heard you — fingers digging into the grass, his hips snapping forward faster and faster. He was enthralled by you, by the way the earth glowed around you and how your breasts moved with every thrust of his hips. He had set a brutal pace, one that he knew you liked all too well. You were moaning to the heavens, your nails uncontrollably clawing at his shoulders when his orgasm tore through him, white hot as he came inside you, pining you down with his weight to burry himself as deep as possible. His face was buried in your hair and he was groaning and cursing in your ear, knuckles white from his fingers digging holes into the earth. He stayed like this, hips pressed against yours, every throb of his cock sending shivers running down his spine. You held on to him tight, relishing the primal sensation of him emptying himself fully inside you. Soon you felt his tense muscles relax, his senses slowly coming back as he came down from his high. You were both panting heavily, too spent to move. After a few breaths you gently nuzzled his cheek and he looked up, beads of sweat glistening on his skin and his face stained purple.

“Hey baby” he whispered before planting a tired kiss on your lips. He slowly slid out of you with a groan, letting himself drop at your side. You smiled, still dazed. You both stayed there for a while, quietly catching your breaths and staring at the stars above.

Eventually you got up on trembling legs to make your way to the river, your movements slow and sluggish. Lyle chuckled as he watched you go.

You slipped into the stream with a delighted sigh. The water felt refreshing against your skin and cast a soft glow on your face. Lyle followed you soon after, smiling fondly as he took you into his arms.

“Well… Everyone definitely heard us.” you stated, forehead pressed against his.

Lyle chuckled. “Man, we’re never gonna hear the end of it.”

You both laughed. Neither of you actually cared that the others had heard you. You stayed quiet in the water, nuzzling and peppering each other with light kisses. The moment of peace was welcomed.

“Maybe we should break the rules more often.” Lyle added, grinning against your lips as he gave your bum a playful squeeze.

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