#recoms x reader

It had been a long day. Quaritch made everyone run laps for a stupid prank Lyle pulled with some other recoms the night before. Lopez was pissed after that, which was understandable, but you ran the laps with no complaints.

Later, when the two of you had showered, ate, and laid down in the bed, you tried to offer him something to make him feel better, but he declined. He said he was tired and rolled over. Soft snores fell from his lips not long after.

It was very unlike him to decline, but you accepted that for what it was even though your core was aching for him. 

The room was dark, and cold. The sheets against your skin were soft, and plush. Your mind was blank, but you couldn’t sleep.

You lay awake for hours, trying to resist the urge to wake him up for your own needs. The longer you tossed and turned, the harder your thighs pressed together, and the more slick that ran down your core.

Laying on your side, your back towards him, you slowly run your hand down your stomach. You slide your finger across the waistband of your panties, tempted to push it further.

You can feel the desire for release building in your lower belly. You sigh softly, giving into the urge.

You slide your hand past your waistband, and you drag your finger through your folds, gathering your slick before bringing it back up to your aching, swollen clit. Drawing soft, slow circles, you bite your bottom lip to muffle your moans.

You began to rock your hips back and forth, grinding yourself against your finger. Your thighs were pressed tight around your hand; the pleasure was immense. A few moans escaped but you were quick to cover your mouth with your other hand.

The slow circles turned fast, the soft touch turned harsh. You were begging yourself for relief.

You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t realize Lopez was sitting up off the bed, watching you pleasure yourself.

“Does that feel good,” he asks, his voice husky and low.

You remove your hand from your panties so quickly. Your gaze finds him and you blush a bright red.

“No. Don’t stop. Keep going,” he says, authority and lust present in his voice.

“Lopez, I…”

“I said, keep going,” his gaze was hungrily feeding off your body. Your skin burned hot, and your core ached for release.

Reaching your hand back down to your core, you begin to draw the same soft slow circles you did once before. Your gaze never leaves him as he watches you touch yourself.

Now, you don’t hold back your moans. You moan quietly as you pick up the speed. The pressure on your clit was just enough to have a heat building in your lower belly again.

Your hips rock with the rhythm of your finger, his gaze only excited you more. Slick ran down from your entrance, pooling onto the bed beneath you. Your eyes rake down Lopez’s body; his cock was rock solid in his boxers.

He was roughly palming himself, biting his bottom lip as his eyes burned against your bare core. Your legs spread wider to give him a better view, and he softly whimpers as a thank you.

You can feel your climax approaching, your entrance begins to clench around nothing. Your hips move frantically, and sloppy. His name falls from your lips repeatedly as you chase the high you so desperately crave.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you moan, letting your head fall into the firm pillow, you back arches off the bed and you take yourself over the edge.

Your legs close tight, your body becomes ridged as cum gushes out from your entrance. Lopez watches, groaning as he grips the base of his cock firmly.

Riding out your high, you settle back down and try to catch your breath, but Lopez moves to hover over you nudging your legs apart so he can move himself in between.

Somewhere during your climax he removed his boxers. He grips the base of his cock, lining himself up at your entrance as he steadies himself on his elbow, his arm wrapping around your head. 

His gaze finds yours. Passion, lust and love all present at the same time. He places a rough kiss on your lips, biting gently against your bottom lip before shoving his tongue deep in your mouth. The two tongues dance together in harmony before you pull away, gasping for air.

“Such a needy girl,” he groans, sliding his thick cock inside of you. The veins and ridges of him slide through your wet, tight, but relaxed walls. Your back arches from the bed, your arms wrap around his neck. You pull him closer to you before wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you.

The tip of his cock nestled against your cervix; his chest moved rapidly from the feeling of you being wrapped around him. His head hangs low between the two of you as he wraps his other arm around your head, burying his face in your neck.

He softly kisses against the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he slides his cock out of you, the curve of him brushes past your sweet spot. Only the tip remains before he thrusts back into you.

Your nails rake down his back from the pleasure, and he groans from the accepted pain. He sucks harshly along the skin of your shoulder, while thrusting deep inside you. His rhythm matched the need inside your body. Your hips buck up to meet him. 

The different angle allows him to dig deeper. The only sounds in the room were his husky groans and grunts, your pleasure filled moans, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

“You feel so good wrapped around me baby,” he whispers, kissing along the sensitive skin of your ear before biting gently on your lobe. You moan out in response as he hits your cervix, punctuating his words.

His thrusts speed up, becoming harder and faster as his desire to release himself grew stronger. Lopez reaches one hand down to your clit, swiping his thumb across the sensitive bundle of nerves before he begins applying pressure while circling quickly. 

You moan out from his touches, arching your back from the bed pressing your chest into his. Your nipples drag across his soft skin, stimulating you in an additional way.

“Lopez, oh fuck,” your entrance clenches around him, sucking his cock deep inside you becoming impossibly tight. Your nails dig deeper into the skin of his back, leaving long red burning scratches down the length of it.

“Cum on me baby, let me feel you,” he groans, biting the soft skin of your shoulder to offset the pleasurable pain. His cock slams against your cervix, his pace picking up.

One last brush against your sweet spot sent you over the edge.

Your legs lock around his waist, pulling him to you until he sits pelvis to pelvis with you. His thrusts come in short bursts while he continues to draw small circles on your clit. You moan out, his name leaves your lips repeatedly as you come down from your high. 

His thrusts don’t stop, and your body twitches as he drills into you. His hand slides under your neck, bringing your gaze up to his.

“Watch me while I fill you up baby,” he grunts out. His pace was unforgiving; his pupils were dilated as he watched your mouth fall for moans to slip past.

His grip on your neck tightens, his cock twitches continuously inside of you. He thrusts hard once, and then twice before you feel the warm sensation of his long, thick ropes of cum filling your core, coating your walls with everything he had to give you.

His eyes never leave yours as he watches you take him, “you feel so good.”

Lopez slows down, sitting back on his heels while staying connected with you. He rests his hands on his thighs, trying to catch his breath. 

Slowly sliding out of you, he whimpers as his sensitive tip slides through your soaked walls. Your body twitches once he pulls out fully.

He reached for a towel that sat on a chair close by and wiped the mess created between the two of you.

“As hot as it was watching you touch yourself, wake me up next time,” he says, his tone very serious. 

You bite your lip, “and what if I don’t?”

He leans down, bringing his mouth close to yours and whispers, “want me to show you what will happen?”

it’s a thin veil, not really secret of who’s behind the other side of the wall in the bathrooms designated for the recoms, but still, you needed deniability against fraternizing

you kneel down on the floors, hands braced up on the wall as you lick up the cock from base to tip, relishing in the small moan that he lets out

it’s Lyle today, his fist banging against the thin bathroom door as you suckle around the tip, dipping your tongue into the slit of the fat head of his cock before bobbing your head up and down the length

he groans, hips slightly thrusting in time with your mouth, and you hum, tail swishing behind you excitedly at the taste of his pre-cum covering your tongue

“fuck,” Lyle hisses in between his teeth as your lips reach the base of his cock, met with the hard plastic of the hole in the wall and Lyle’s warm skin pressing against your lips

you groan, wishing you could grab onto his hips for some semblance of something to grab onto to so that you could ground yourself

“who knew--hah ugh--such a mouthy bitch would--urrgh mmh--have such a whore mouth?” even behind the wall, you can hear his smirk, and you almost want to scrape your fangs against his cock

if you did, he would definitely give you an extra few sets to rep out outside of the stall, so you decide against it, deciding to simply pull your mouth back and tease the tip with your tongue

circling your tongue around the head of his cock, he groans, hips trying to buck forward through the plastic, “god, i wish i could just--fuck keep, aghh--could just grab your hair and fuck your throat”

you whine at the thought, his thick fingers curling into the shreds of your hair, your sensitive kuru and forcing your head down on his cock until he shot spurts of his warm cum down your throat

Lyle groans as you bring your hand down from the wall and pump at his cock, sucking at the tip and pressing your tongue into the slit once more

his hips stutter, and you close your eyes, tasting the warm cum flooding your mouth and your throat

you let the warmth settle in your stomach and then pull your mouth off of Lyle’s cock, watching it soften in front of you and then disappear through the hole in the wall as he cleans himself up

your knees hurt slightly from the cold tile of the bathroom, so you stand up and take a quick piss before exiting the restroom, washing your hands with soap and then swishing some water in your mouth

Lyle is outside the bathroom when you exit and bumps you in the shoulder, handing you his water bottle before complaining about his day as you two walk to dinner

the next day, you’re back in the bathroom on your knees once more, cock down your throat as your eyes water, the girth of it making your eyes water

but the stretch was so nice, and you could tell Mansk was enjoying it too with the way he grunts and groans, never one for talking, but you were fine with that

he lets out little pants, hips rocking back and forth slightly as you let him move himself, doing all the work for himself

you breathe in the scent of his musk, melting into the familiar headiness of him, the warmth and the salt and the slight edge just at the end

his groan is low and deep, almost reverberating through the bathroom, and his fist bangs against the cheap plastic of the bathroom stall as he whimpers slightly, his cum flooding your mouth

not quite as much as Lyle but still plenty more than some of the others, and you greedily lap it all up, cleaning his cock of his own cum and humming around it

there’s a slight whine as you start edging into overstimulation, but you pull away, and you can hear him panting as he puts away his softening cock

whenever you find him at breakfast the next day, he always makes sure to save you an extra portion of food from the dining hall

you slightly gag, trying to keep your tears from dripping down onto the bathroom floor s you struggle to take Quaritch’s length down your throat

he’s not quite so fat like Mansk, a little longer than Lyle, and it almost never failed to make you gag and have you struggling to breathe

but still, the struggle, the gagging, it only made you more desperate for him, and you could always hear him purring behind the cell door at how you struggle

“fuck, you’re such a slut, swallowing my cock like some desperate whore, huh?” he always kept his cool, voice never trembling once even as you drool on his cock, lips unable to reach down all the way and meet the cool jagged plastic

with his dick down you throat, you can’t really answer, but you whine either way, tail swishing behind you lazily as your hands brace against the wall

“wish we could could promote to a barracks bunny, would be better if i could just shove my cock into you,” he chuckles, breath a little heavy, the only sign he was even the slightest bit affected, “i bet you would like that, being a little cocksleeve for the rest of us?”

the fantasy filters into your thoughts, and you can’t help but moan at the thoughts, cum dripping out of you, used like some common whore

“yeah? you’d be such a pretty little barracks bunny, on your knees waitin’ for us, waiting to be fucked,” Quaritch practically growls it out, the end of his sentence taking on a certain raspiness, and you close your eyes and groan

it’s a silly fantasy, to be used and whored out, have all your needs satisfied, fucked and filled with cum, treated like some cheap lay

but still, you know you would be taken care of with warm hands and gentle voices, they took care of you and you took care of them

Quaritch’s dick twitches in your mouth, and you take in a breath through your nose as best as you can and then feel his cum shoot down your throat and into your stomach

your colonel finally lets out a moan, biting his tongue when your name almost slips out of your mouth, and he finally takes his dick out of your mouth and back into his pants

you watch and listen to him leave and wash his hands, taking a second to collect yourself before you stand up and clean yourself up and exit

outside there stands Quaritch with a smile, and he places his hand at the small of your back before guiding you to lunch, his thumb rubbing against your back

he piles on food to your plate and guides you to your seat at the lunch table next to him, and the other recoms greet you warmly, eyes bright and sparkling

smiling at them, you laugh at their eagerness and sit down, eating lunch with them

You were one of the doctors in charge of the recom's health. Ever since project phoenix was funded, you were assigned to be a part of the doctors. You took a course on how the recom's body was different from human and so on. The job was easy, just make sure they were fine and functioning right. Whatever problems they got you had to report and so on.

You mainly were assigned to check on Zdog and Walker, they felt more comfortable around you. Since you were also a female and they didn't want a male doctor touching on them on such. You'd check their vision, hearing, any kind of pain or symptom. Another part of the job was to take a blood sample so it can get tested and see if they've got some sort of mutation or caught a sickness. It was an easy job. Every now and then you'd check on the men, with a male nurse present.

But the one male you'd often check on was Lopez. The first time you met him, he was a gentlemen. You almost thought you were dreaming by how he treated you. Every time you'd pinch yourself to make sure you were awake. He was very chatty, he'd talk your ear off every appointment. You didn't mind listening to him. He had a charm to him that you almost couldn't explain. You also didn't miss how he'd flirt with you. With no shame.

He'd compliment you about something almost each time you saw him. He would also point out things that no other person would notice. For example, the time he complimented you on your nails. Complimenting how the color you choose that day looked good on you. Or that time he complimented your hair when you had a trim. He payed very close attention. That made you feel some kind of way. You'd blush every time he'd point out something about you.

Another day, another mandatory appointment. You had finished with Zdog and Walker, already had sent in the paperwork and their blood sample. You then were sent an email that you'll get getting another recom. Since he didn't want his previous doctor. When you saw the name, your heart skipped a beat. It was none other than Lopez. Ever since you've been doing his check ups, he's been requesting you more often. He'd also request for the male nurses to leave since he didn't feel comfortable with them looking at him. In reality, he did that just so that the can spend more time with you.

Right as you finished checking the email, there was a knock at the door of the office. "Come in." You said, then who came into the room was Lopez. "Good Afternoon." He said with a smile, coming into the office. Closing the door behind him. "You must be the guardian angel I always prayed for." He said, with a cheeky grin. You couldn't help but feel your face heat up and giggle. "Good Afternoon, Lopez." You said, trying to hide your smile. Lopez frowned and pouted. "Lopez? Come on doc, you can call me Victor." He said.

"I know. I just... it's a habit." You told him, then you gestured for him to sit down on the huge bench. You then stood on the small stool. Due to him being way bigger than you. While you put gloves on, you noticed how he looked at you a little too long. You also heard him inhale the air around you. He took the scent of the perfume you wore that day. Lopez knew you had the habit of changing your perfume every once in a while. He always loved the scents you choose. But the scent he couldn't stop thinking about was the one of your natural scent. It drove him crazy.

You began the check up, checking his hearing by snapping your fingers in each ear. Seeing how his ears would flicker by the noise. You asked him if he could hear fine, did he hear something unusual. His hearing was good. Then came his vision. You flickered a flashlight to see his pupils dilate and so on. You then told him to move his arms, legs and body. Just to see his movements and if they functioned normally. You asked if anything hurt or if there was something unusual. His breathing was good and so was his heartbeat. Everything seemed fine.

"Alright, now take off your shirt and touch your toes for me." You told him. "Damn Mami, didn't know you wanted to see me shirtless." He said, making you roll your eyes and laugh. "Oh definitely." You responded in a teasing way. But you weren't lying thought. You watched him take off his shirt. Each time he did, it felt like the first time. He was pretty muscular, and the other tattoos that covered his chest and torso. You couldn't help but stare at them. But you quickly caught yourself. "Okay, now touch your toes." You told him. He did as he was told. He got up, then reached down to touch his toes.

You moves over to check his back, making sure his spine was straight and no problem. That was good, but you stared at his back for a bit. Seeing how strong it looked. Very muscular. You knew that the recoms worked out, but Lopez? You couldn't help but just dream about touching his biceps, they looked strong and meaty. It made you want to bite them. "Alright, you can stand up now." You told him, while you wrote down on the clipboard you were taking notes in.

Lopez got up and sat down on the bench again, waiting for what's coming next. You went over to a different counter, opening the drawer and took out a box. Which contained sterile and single use needles. "Just need to draw blood and we're good." You told him, as you opened the needle packet and began to set it up properly. "Hope you're not scared of needles." You teased. Making Lopez laugh. "Oh please, just look at me. Do I look like I'm scared of needles Mami?" He asked, showing off his body covered in inked. "You'd be surprised. I've had some nearly pass out on me." You told him. Stepping on the small step stool to reach him.

"Who's passed out on you?" He asked, giving you his right arm, watching you turn it around to find a veil. You could feel the ink of the Santa Muerte that was on his skin. You always wondered why he got her tattooed. You always heard mixed information about her. Some say she was good, others say she's bad. You never really understood her meaning. She didn't seem bad, why else would Lopez get her tattooed? You always wondered that. "Alexander. When I had to check on him, he almost passed out when he saw the needle." You told him, making him chuckle. "Fucking knew it." You smiled, as you then punctured the needle into his blue skin. Right on the vein. Lopez watched, he didn't even flinch when the needle went in his skin. You had some sort of magic touch. An angel's touch.

Lopez stared at you, seeing how focused you looked. You always made the face when you did the blood drawl. He found it adorable. He also couldn't help but notice the small glow on your lips. Lipgloss. He wondered if it was just regular gloss or if it was flavored. He couldn't make out if it was just clear gloss or if it had a hint of color. He also noticed the small amount of mascara you had on your lashes. He didn't notice when you pulled the needle from out his skin. He was focused on you the whole time. You care fully placed the newly filled sample onto a sterilized trey. You grabbed a pink band-aid with small hello kitty faces on them. And placed it on the punctured skin to stop any bleeding. "Sorry I don't have blue ones, these are the only ones I got." You told him.

"I don't mind." He said, watching you put his blood sample into a small sample tube and wrote his name. "Alright, you're all set." You said, while you watched him put his shirt back on. He turned to look down at you, one last time until next time. "I'll see you around, Mami." He said, with a wide and gentle smile. Then he left out the door. Leaving you flustered and wondering. 'Why won't he just ask you out?' Or better yet, why don't YOU ask him out. You wanted to, but you were scared of the rejection and the potential humiliation. There was no way he didn't feel anything about you. He'd call you 'Mami' more than he did 'Doc' and you didn't mind. Maybe one day you'll ask him out, but you hoped he'd make the first move.

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you. 

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you. 

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand. 

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room. 

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on. 

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different. 

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you. 

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now. 

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill. 

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands. 

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related. 

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room. 

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to. 

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you. 

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting. 

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance. 

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside. 

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that. 

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage. 

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment. 

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself. 

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.” 

His words confuse you. 

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him. 

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions. 

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down. 

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you. 

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore. 

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way. 

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle. 

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further. 

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back. 

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you. 

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it. 

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest. 

“What are you-” 

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice. 

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him. 

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense. 

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep. 

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself. 

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached. 

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet. 

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body. 

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him. 

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you. 

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe. 

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself. 

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself. 

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be. 

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you. 

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him. 

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl. 

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him. 

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point. 

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things. 

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’. 

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you. 

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you. 

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you. 

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react. 

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it. 

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you. 

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why. 

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice. 

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands. 

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer. 

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t. 

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff. 

You shake your head ‘no’. 

“Makin’ you mine.” 

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you. 

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories. 

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible. 

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

y/n " ....." you are visiting the ground where the ones you love had dead in the battle, they had picked their side in the war and there was nothing you could do to change their mind. soon a faint baby cry had been heard, you soon looked down at the baby in the carrier.

y/n " don't cry my son everything will be alright I'm here your mom is here, to love you and care for you" spider cried had dead down as you held him, and kissed his forehead as he smiled at bit.

y/n " I wish I had the chance to make them change to see the beauty, of this place but that never came they picked thier side and I picked mine ... they were all good once but that all changed that day"

Jake " y/n"

y/n " hello Jake"

Jake " I came to see you and spider I had a feeling you were here"

y/n " yes they were dear to my heart Jake I still love them and care, and and that might happen for the rest of my life .... I'm a blind fool"

Jake " no you are not you are someone who loved and this is what happened"

y/n " yes I'm happy we saved the people and pandora as what happened, on earth should never happened here I will keep fight if the rda comes back ... I will give up my life for my sons and all the children to have peace in their lives"

Jake " you will not be alone we will be here as well" you had smiled at Jake as the two of you stayed there a bit while, before the two of you had left the place.

Few Years laters

spider “ mom”

y/n “ yes my love”

spider “ can we talk more about them"

y/n “ sure honey we can talk about them" you and spider are sitting in the common room of the home, as the two of you ate dinner together.

spider " mom what made you fall in love with them"

y/n " well they had been good once in their lives and we all, had dreams and stuff we wanted to do ... they had become my friends and soon lovers I thought I will be happy with them forever"

spider " that all changed"

y/n " yes I didn't like what the rda was doing and decided to fight, when they had been loyal to the rda until their finally days ... there was still love between us all but we all went down different paths in life"

spider " so my dad is quairtch"

y/n " yes I found out I was pregnant with you after I had done the eyes of eywa, but I was happy I had you in my life after all the tragedy that came"

spider " do you miss all your friends and them still even after all that happens"

y/n " they will always have a special place in my heart"

spider " Had you been scared of them"

y/n " yes I no longer show the ones I love I tried to speak with them, but those words seem not to help"

spider " ......"

y/n " my son you will become your own person I'm telling you that, what has happened in the past shouldn't hold you down and shouldn't effect how everyone see you"

spider " yes mom"

y/n " good my boy I love you and the family we have here"

spider " thank you mama and I love you as well our family as well" you soon smiled bring spider into a hug, as you had kissed his forehead. Spider will take all your words to heart remember them when he got older, you and him had made a life here after all that happened. The happy moments you had with your son, will not be lasting forever as war will come once again.

Spider with the recoms

spider " ......" spider had been captured by the recoms the avatar of his moms former lovers, that had come back from the dead and were now here. He had been captured by them after the avatar had come he lost sight of his mom, but he was hoping she was okay with everyone else. he really wanted to go home to you and the everyone else.

lyle " is the kid going to eat"

mansk " I don't know he been keeping his distance from us since we took him"

z dog " he got to be Jake kid with his wife you can't tell me I'm wrong he blue and navi like the other kids"

Quaritch " He has to be or he could be any of the other scientist kids"

Prager " y/n wasnt lying this place is kinda of beautiful"

mansk " yeah she was right after all"

mansk " remember when she tried to get us all to come with her to study flower"

Z dog " I remember that it was a good day"

Brown "out of us all her the colonel had been closer"

quaritch " don't hate me become of that" spider had been watching and listening as they talked about you, it was easy to see the relationship still had a spark after all these years. Soon a small call had been heard, spider soon made a reply.

lopez " hey kid who did you call"

???? " he called me" the group soon turned around to see a navi women pointing a weapon towards them, she was looking them in the eyes. The women soon stepped forward toward them as they got a better look at her.

quaritch " y/n"

y/n " quaritch" quaritch soon went towards you and soon hugged you happy to see you once again, soon the other had come to hug you as well.

Z dog " we are so happy to see you we thought you were gone"

y/n " well I'm still here and I'm shock to see you all as navi"

Mansk " why are you dress as one of them where is you human body, are you with them"

y/n " that all can be talked later I have come here for ...spider"

spider " mom" you ran passed the recoms and went towards your son soon hugging him.

y/n " my boy I was worried I tracked you here after hearing you were taken .... I'm so sorry"

spider " it okay mom"

quaritch " wait this kid yours and not Jake kid"

y/n " no he my kid I had him sixteen years ago"

mansk " wow that long ago"

quaritch " who the father"

y/n " it your son miles I found I was pregnant after the war, I and my son here had become navi and spent all our lives here"

lyle " wow"

quaritch " so you are my junior"

spider " maybe what is it to you"

y/n " easy"

quaritch " wow he is your son definitely"

y/n " yeah"

Brown " if we knew you were pregnant we wouldn't have ...."

y/n " there no time to talk about that now it in the past, and right now after everything the rda has done before I rather just take care of my son and see he okay"

spider " mom is everyone okay"

y/n " yes but they had to leave we will join them soon my boy" spider had nodded his head, you soon sat down on the grass with him checking his injuries.

Prager " I check over him he good"

y/n " thanks but it good to make sure he okay clearly the navi way"

prayer " may I watch to learn"

y/n " sure" you had checked spider and he was good which made you happy.

spider " what next mom the rda will be after us now they already destroyed some of the forest"

y/n " well we leave from here join up with the rest of the family, and everyone else ... but what of all of you" you soon looked at your lovers as they looked at you.

z dog " huh"

y/n " well you come with us and learn the ways of navi or stay puppets to the rda and, have your fill of pointless revenge"

quaritch " you are right so we are coming with you and my son"

spider " ......"

y/n " we can make that happened spider will you help me"

spider " yes mom" spider gave a glare towards them as he received his bow and arrows.

lyle " hey kids where are you going"

spider " fishing I will be back that rda food will not be good for us all"

quaritch " we should send someone after him he ..."

y/n " he will be okay and he needs his space right now it been, a very long and hard day"

quairtch " okay we understand hey maybe now we get to the live, the life we all dreamed of with some changes"