Quaritch finds the idea of a recom breeding program tedious at best and damaging at worst. Then Ardmore sets him alone in a room with a Recom version of Sully. Cloned from his first Avatar drive... And suddenly the program is the best idea she's ever had.
little summary: Recom Jake lives in Bridgehead, and the plan is for him to stay there. But after Quaritch gets in with Varang to access her troops and skills? Jake learns he's a copy. And one seen as a pet, not a person. So when the original Jake's escape begins, Recom Jake adds himself to the chaotic search. Letting Bridgehead loose its head as cameras across the site both read Sully's features on a blue body racing around. By the time Quaritch finds Jake, he's already implicated in aiding the escape of a wanted criminal.
More on it: Quaritch is feeling weightless in a post-nut high, meanwhile Jake is being squashed half to death by his larger mate. Both are enjoying themselves. J purrs & clenches so hard it hurts Q's knot. J stomach down on the bed, Q laid on top. Later Q has to hold J on his side to breed him to accommodate his sore body. Straddling J's leg while rutting into him, nose set behind J's ear to kiss and growl.
When J finally is full with a pup, his chest starts to grow. Q becomes even more obsessed. As far as the program is concerned, Q should move on to the next person willing to be bred. But its impossible to get Q to stud anyone because when he's not working on catching the og J, he's spending all his hours with the Recom J.
Q isn't great at caring for J during his pregnancy, but does stick around for it. J has to push him off more than once. Q always relents, but isn't above sulking somewhere in the room afterward.
Then Q comes 'home' one day smelling like Varang & sex. Suddenly, Q learns what a non-love bite feels like after crawling into bed. J doesn't just push him off, he forces Q out of the room and refuses to let him in again.
Q goes into hunting the og J full-time. When he catches og J and takes him to Bridgehead, he's neck-deep in searching for an escaped spider when he learns Recom J has made a break for it too.
Even worse, Recom J stumbles into Ian right after Ian separated from the og Jake. And so when Ian slips out of Bridgehead on a small boat, he takes Recom J with him. Leaving Q without either Jake in his reach.
So I watched The Black Phone today and obviously when Vance was introduced I immediately thought of Billy because. I mean. LOOK at them.
But aside from that, the idea that all the other victims can’t remember their names but Vance remembers who he was before he was taken
“Do you know who you are?”
“What kind of a stupid fucking question is that?”
He remembers everything. His shitty home life, the day the cops picked him up from the arcade, his time in the basement, the pain; and the anger. Almost most importantly of all, Vance is angry, and it allows him the strength to manipulate the world when he gives in to that rage.
And of course, that reminds me of Billy. Two scared boys backed into corners and starved. Until they learned to bite back.
content warnings: 18+, smut, size difference, human reader, threesome, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, fem reader
[an AU where jake never defects to the na'vi side, the reader is a human scientist]
word count: 1.1k words
jake was breathing hard before he even touched you. he pulled you onto the edge of the table, his big hands sliding under your thighs to hike your legs up. the metal gave a sharp, annoying creak under your weight.
"you're already shaking," jake muttered. he leaned in, his thumb hooking into the corner of your mouth to pull your lip down. he looked at how wet you were, the sticky sound of him testing you filling the quiet shack. "look at that. so impatient."
you let out a needy little whimper, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders. "jake, please."
"yeah, i got you," he huffed. he didn't just slide in; he took his time, the broad head of him stretching you open until you were sobbing into his neck. the sound of him sinking into you was loud—wet and heavy. you gasped, your back arching off the table as he bottomed out. "fuck. you're so tight."
he started to move, his hips grinding against yours with a messy, rhythmic slap. you couldn't even get a word out, just broken moans every time he hit your cervix.
quaritch stepped up behind you then, his large, scarred hand coming around to cover your mouth. he didn't do it to be mean; he just wanted to feel the vibration of your cries against his palm. he leaned over your shoulder, his chest a solid wall against your back.
"stop being so fussy," quaritch grunted into your ear. he reached down, his fingers slicking you up even more where you and jake were joined. the sound was loud—disgustingly wet—as he worked you. "sully's giving you exactly what you asked for. take it."
jake groaned, his forehead dropping against yours. he was sweating, the freckles on his skin glowing a dull, flickering blue. he reached up and replaced quaritch’s hand with his own fingers, letting you suck on them to keep from screaming.
"that's it," jake panted, his pace getting faster, rougher. "just suck on my fingers and keep those legs open. you're doing so good for us."
the table was rattling now, the metal legs practically walking across the floor with every heavy thrust. you were a mess—tears running down your face, your hair sticking to your forehead, and the constant, squelching sound of jake pounding into you.
quaritch wasn't letting up either. he was right there, biting at your earlobe and keeping his hand heavy on your hip to make sure you didn't slide away. he was watching the way jake’s blue skin moved against yours, his own breathing getting jagged.
"she's gonna break if you keep fucking her like that, corporal," quaritch joked, though his voice was thick.
"she's fine," jake gasped out, his eyes rolling back as he felt you start to twitch around him. "she... fuck, she's milking me, miles. look at her."
you couldn't help it. the double friction of jake inside and quaritch’s hands all over you was too much. you let out a muffled, high-pitched wail against jake’s fingers, your whole body clenching. jake didn't stop—he drove in one last time, deep and hard, his whole body locking up as he came.
you fell back against quaritch’s chest, sobbing for air, your skin slick with sweat and whatever else.
"see?" quaritch murmured, his rough tongue catching a tear on your temple. he didn't let go of you. he just held you while you came down, his hand still possessively cupping you. "told you she liked it."
jake stayed there for a second, just breathing against your neck while you tried to catch your breath. his grip on your wrists was still firm, his skin hot and damp against yours. the only sound in the shack was the heavy thud of his tail hitting the table and your own shaky, ragged inhales.
"my turn," quaritch grunted.
he didn't wait for an answer. he grabbed your hips and pulled you further down the edge of the table until your ass was hanging off the metal. jake let out a low, protested groan as he was forced to pull out of you, the wet, suctioning sound of it loud in the small room. jake didn't go far, though. he stayed right there, hovering over you, his hands moving to cup your breasts while quaritch dropped to his knees between your legs.
"look at this mess," quaritch muttered, his voice a dark, gravelly rumble.
he didn't hesitate. he leaned in and buried his face in you. the first lap of his tongue felt hot, catching the drips of jake's spent heat and your own slick arousal. you let out a sharp whine, your fingers tangling in jake’s hair as your back arched off the table again.
"whiny already?" jake teased, his voice vibrating against your ear. he leaned down, his teeth grazing your nipple through the damp fabric of your shirt. "you just got done coming. stay still for him."
quaritch wasn't being gentle. his tongue was rough, mocking the same deep, rhythmic pace jake had just used. he was focused, his nose buried in your curls, making loud, lapping sounds that made your face heat up. he sucked at your clit until you were shaking, your thighs twitching against his shoulders as you tried to close your legs.
"don't you dare," quaritch growled against your skin, his hands locking around your knees to keep you pinned wide. "i told you i wasn't done."
he went back to work, his tongue flicking fast and mean now. the wetness was everywhere—smeared across his face, dripping onto the floor. you were making those pathetic, high-pitched noises again, your head tossing from side to side on the metal.
jake was watching the whole thing, his eyes dark and blown out. he reached down, his thumb replacing quaritch's tongue for a second just to feel how swollen you were before quaritch pushed his hand away to keep going.
"she's close again," jake whispered, his hand sliding down to cover your mouth as your breath hitched. "you're gonna take it all for him, right? be a good girl and just take it."
you couldn't even nod. your brain was just white heat and the feeling of quaritch's rough tongue ruining you. when he finally hit the right spot, your whole body went rigid. you let out a muffled scream into jake's palm, your toes curling as another orgasm ripped through you, even harder than the first.
quaritch didn't stop until you were limp, your legs shaking so hard you couldn't keep them up anymore. he sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking entirely too proud of himself.
"there," quaritch said, his voice thick. "now we're even."
jake let out a huff of a laugh, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "you okay, baby? or do we need to carry you back to bed now?"
