#avatar mansk

[goodbyetothenight]

[n3arby-s0up]

Needing some soft sappy shit of the Recoms, and so I had to draw it

[luxthestrange]

Avatar Incorrect quotes#76 Family

You and Spider are escaping...and you decide to teach him and bond with him this time after he finds out ...who his bio dad is-

Y/n*Smiles holding his hand as they sneak through the facility*You know how your "parent" is disappointed in you because You didn't turn out how they wanted you to?

Spider *Was having an existential crisis but is glad you are there with him*...

Y/n: Well that's okay!~ Because sweetie you don't exist to PLEASE your parents~

Spider*Freezes seeing Mansk appearing behind you two, towering annoyed*!?!-

Mansk*Annoyed having to waste energy in taking you back to Quadritch*"Why the hell did Quadrtich tell us to be alert with this sully,they don't even have an avatar-what THREAT can they be-"

Y/n*Knows he is there, as you grin maliciously taking out from its hiding place your frying pan and jump high enough to hit mansk in the face* You.exist.to.SPITE.THE MAN

Spider*Seeing you knock a soldier out cold*...have I ever told you you're my favorite parent?

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Y/n: You might be good with a gun...but you are nothing compared to my stealth!!!

Quadritch: HA! I can see you a mile away I was looking right at it-...

You are ...gone and he looks confused about where you once stood-

Quadritch:...HOW DID THEY DO THAT!?-

Y/n*Behind him with a small frying pan, starts hitting him in the head till he is down...an even after-*

[the-blu-of-the-robo]

One of my favs

Feel free to shrug these off as my personal headcanons but look at everyone involved here. They look so done and tired with his Jake obsession. Even Lyle looks uncomfortable. They're like "sure buddy okay".

Hell, look at Mansk here bro. He's NOT having it anymore. A similar shot moments before to go with it.

I understand the recoms are antagonistic cannon fodder but man it's so fun to analyze them under a microscope. Give me Fire & Ash already Jamcam.

[smuttyjane]

Hiya, i have a weird idea haha could you do like maybe shy/ stuttering virgin Recom Mansk and like a sweet Recom girl that everybody loves and he have a fat crush on her somehow end up in her room smut

I'm not too good at portraying stuttering but I can do shy virgin 🫣

Shy Heart│MDNI

│Recom Mansk x Recom Female Reader

Mansk had always been the quiet type. Shy, quiet, awkward. You knew there was more to him. If only he could get comfortable around you, you would love to find out all about him.

You always stuck up for him when the other recoms made fun of him being a virgin. There was no reason for them to worry about his personal life, and yet they did anyway.

The way his lashes flutter. The way his cheeks burn red. The way his breath catches in his throat when you speak for him. You never missed it, but you always continued to give him the chance to say something to you about it.

He was just too shy. His feelings for you sat on the tip of his tongue when he saw you which he hated because half of the time he stood there in shock not able to say anything. Mansk was sure you thought he was some freak, but time and time again you popped up wherever he was.

Brushing past his arm, running your fingers across his back, holding onto him, any light touch set his body on fire. His heart would beat out of his chest. His breathing would speed up. His body would tense under the soft touches from you.

Any time you spoke to him, your voice gave the same reactions. A simple greeting, a question, anything made him stop dead in his tracks for you. He could never hold a full conversation with you, but you didn’t pin it against him.

You didn’t tease him, you didn’t play with him, you were genuinely interested in him. Because he was shy, you never got the chance to know him. It broke your heart to watch his mind stutter around you knowing that he wanted to tell you, he just couldn’t.

You wanted to change this, and you knew he would do anything you asked him to.

Mansk sat on a weight bench in the recom gym, setting down two dumbbells just as you walked in from the showers. You wore a towel after the shower that was wrapped tight just above your breasts.

You spot Mansk and begin to walk over to him.

“Hey Mansk,” you say, adding a playful tone to your voice despite what you were about to tell him. It was all part of your plan.

His gaze finds yours and his cheeks flash a bright pink.

“Hey uh, you’re still here.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Well obviously I’m still here if I’m standing in front of you,” you say, giggling softly.

He brings his hand up to his neck, scratching lightly as he brings his gaze down to the ground.

“Yeah duh,” he says, awkwardly laughing.

You walked closer to him until you stood in between his big muscular thighs that were spread open. Drooling slightly from the sight, you shake your head to clear your mind of the filthy thoughts you had every time you see this man.

He keeps his gaze on the ground, trying to ignore the fact that you stood so close to him with only a towel separating your body from him.

You bring your hand up to his face, running your finger along his jaw as you push his gaze towards yours.

His pupils were dilated, his mouth hung open from your soft touches, and he stared up at you.

“I can fix one of the problems you’ve been having if you come to my room later, Mansk,” you say, barely above a whisper while biting your bottom lip softly. Your eyes shoot between his eyes and his lips the entire time you stand in front of him.

The urge to kiss him was strong but you wanted to make it extra special just for him. No words are able to fall from his mouth. He was completely stunned. You giggle softly. There was nothing you liked more about him than how much you affected him.

“I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to come,” you whisper, fighting the desire to kiss him as you push yourself up. You turn around, knowing he was watching, and you simply walk away.

And sure enough, later when the sun had set, you had showered and had on nothing but a matching set of dark red lace lingerie, a knock sounded at your door.

You practically jump from the bed, running to the door with excitement.

As you open the door, you watch as Mansk’s eyes grow wide. Sweat beads on his forehead, his breathing turns rapid, his cheeks glow a bright red.

You watch as he rubs his palms against the grey sweats he wore as his hands grow clammy, but your eyes catch on the large, growing bulge staring right back at you.

Slick pools in the lace panties that hug your hips. You catch yourself rubbing your thighs together softly, biting your bottom lip, forgetting that Mansk was actually standing in front of you. Not that he would care if you stood there staring all night, but you did.

“So… why did you…,” he says before you cut him off by grabbing his hand and yanking him into the room.

You felt so needy for this shy virgin man in front of you. His shirt was tight around his large biceps, he was so much taller than you, his face was beautiful, and his body was lean and muscular.

“Mansk, I am going to tell you this once and you listen very carefully,” you say breathlessly.

He nods his head as his gaze rakes up and down your body over and over. His eyes burned across your skin igniting your body on fire. You tried to be patient with him, tried to give him the chance to do it himself but you couldn’t take it anymore.

You needed him so bad.

“I need you to pick me up and fuck me so hard,” you whisper. You walk closer to him, fisting his shirt and pulling his lips down to yours. You kiss him soft, then rough, then you slip your tongue into his mouth.

He groans into the kiss as your tongue slides against his, and his hands fly to your hips. You explore his mouth while you pull his body closer to yours and his rock-solid cock digs into your stomach.

Pulling away from the kiss, you catch your breath before reaching behind you to unclip your bra. It falls down your arms, and you let it drop to the floor. Your nipples harden from the sudden contact with the cold air, and you gaze up at Mansk.

He looked ruined already and you hadn’t done anything yet.

You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, and you pull them down slowly. A wet spot sat right in the middle where your leaking entrance rested, and you made sure he could see it. They pool at your feet, and you slowly step out of them.

“I… don’t know what I’m doing though. Are you sure you even…”

“Mansk,” you say, cutting off his worries before he can fully voice them.

You walk over to him, and you place your hand on his chest. You run it down the length of his body until you reach his clothed cock. Palming him through his sweats, he groans softly as his hips move to meet your touch.

“I thought you wanted me too Mansk,” you whisper, batting your lashes at him as you push for any sort of reaction from him. Now, you were teasing him, but it was harmless.

His mouth opens and closes multiple times, trying to find the words he wants to say to you at this moment.

“God yes. Yes, I want you so bad,” he says, not one stutter leaves his lips as he finally says what he had been stuck on for months. A certain kind of confidence was present in his voice, and it left your slick running down your inner thighs.

You move your hand back up to the waistband of his pants, and you hook your fingers around it before pulling them down slowly, boxers and all.

As they slide down you watch his cock bounce up against his stomach after being released from its restraints. You bite back a moan just from the sight of how big he was.

He steps out of his pants, mimicking the way you had done it moments prior, and you tug on the bottom of his shirt.

“Take this off,” you say, desire and lust take control of your voice.

He grips the collar of his shirt before swiftly pulling it over his head and letting it pool onto the ground beside his pants.

“Now, fuck me,” you say, barely above a whisper as you gaze up at the bare man in front of you.

“Okay,” he says, his voice turning husky and thick with need.

He leans down to place a soft kiss to your lips as he places his hands around the back of your thighs. Mansk lifts you off the ground and you wrap your legs around his slim waist.

Your ankles lock behind him, your arms wrap around his neck, and he walks with you in his arms while he continues to kiss you.

Goosebumps rise along your skin as he presses your back to the cold wall. The heat of your body immediately solved that issue though.

His cock was unintentionally rubbing through your folds from how he held you, and when his tip brushes past your clit you arch, you back against the wall pressing your chest into him. You break away from the kiss to let out a soft moan, and he stands there waiting for you.

“Mansk,” you say.

“Yes,” he says back rather awkwardly.

“Do I need to help you?”

“Yes, please,” he says, sighing with relief that you offered. You knew he knew what to do even if he was a virgin, you just think he didn’t have the confidence to start it.

You reach down in between the two bodies where his cock rested against your folds. Grabbing him by the base, you nudge the tip at your entrance. You pull his hips towards you with your legs and the tip slips into your soaking wet walls.

Soft moans leave your lips as your nails dig crescent shaped marks into the skin of his shoulder. The burn and stretch from just the inch of his tip was immense.

“More Mansk,” you whisper, wanting to feel him in the deepest parts of you. He pushes in slowly, groaning quietly as he slides his cock in until he sits pelvis to pelvis with you and his tip pushed against your cervix.

He lifts you up slightly, fixing his grip under your thighs, and pushing you harder against the wall to steady himself. His gaze finds yours and pure passion flashed through him. He brings his lips to yours kissing you softly as he slides his cock back out.

His tip brushes past your sweet spot and sits right at your entrance before he pushes back in just as slow. You moan into the kiss, and he swallows your pleasure hungrily. He slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring you in return.

Mansk’s thrusts pick up slightly as his desire to pleasure you grows. He breaks away from the kiss, and you manage to catch your breath. His cock slides through your walls and his gaze drops to where the two of you connect.

You gaze down with him watching as your entrance greedily swallows him.

“You feel so good around me,” he groans out. His face finds the crook of your neck, and you wrap your arms around him.

“Faster Mansk,” you whine. You wanted more of him.

He places kisses down your neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin.

He wasn’t so shy now, was he?

His cock slides faster through your walls. The veins and ridges of his cock only add to the pleasure he was giving you. You slide your hand down the length of your stomach, circling your clit with a finger to bring you closer to your climax.

“Fuck, do you feel good,” he asks, groaning when he feels your hand pleasuring yourself.

Your nails rake down his back, breaking the skin when you can’t contain yourself.

“Please yes, harder,” you moan, arching your back against the wall. Your nipples rub along the skin of your chest, stimulating your body.

Heat pools in your lower belly the harder he thrusts into you. Your back burned from sliding against the wall but you couldn’t care less. Mansk’s grip on your thighs grew punishing, he held you close to him as he fucked you deep and raw.

You can feel his cock twitching deep inside you as his thrusts grow sloppy. The circles you rub onto your clit become faster, and harder. Your entrance begins to clench around him.

“I’m so close Mansk,” you whimper, pushing yourself closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum on my cock,” he growled, moving his head away from your next to watch you take all his cock. The thought of your pleasure leaking out on him left his cock pulsing with the need to release inside of you.

His words send you over the edge. The pleasurable pain of your nails digging into his skin leaves him groaning. Your entrance clenches rhythmically around him, your cum gathers around the base of his cock as he continues to thrust deep inside you.

The sight of you like this, taking his cock like he dreamed about while stroking himself at night, left him reaching his own climax.

“Look at me,” he whispers, and you do.

Passion, lust, longing were the only things you saw on him. Sweat beaded along his forehead, his cheeks turned red even though he asked you to look at him.

“You feel so good,” he grunts, releasing thick, long ropes of cum that coat the inside of your walls.

When his thrusts begin to slow, you catch your breath while holding on to him for stability. He keeps both hands on the back of your thighs, but he brings you away from the wall. You wrap your arms around his neck letting him push your body into his.

Mansk stayed connected with you as he made his way over to your bed. He lays you down softly against the sheets and situates himself to hover above you.

“You don’t know how long I have dreamed of this,” he whispers, placing a small kiss on your lips.

You can feel his cock pulse inside you, a renewal of his desire. Your gaze finds his and the shy man you once knew wasn’t there anymore.

“Make love to me Mansk.”

[pxtched]

Heyy, could I request a Cannon/Cannon pairing?? 👀

I'd love some degenerate Recom/Recom nsfw, Maybe Lopez, Lyle or Mansk? Those are some of my favorites, and I don't really care about the way they are paired up lol

I pretty much give full creative freedom, though maybe sprinkle in some frottage? 👀

WHO SAID COUPLE OF GUYS CANT HAVE FUN ? ft lyle x mansk x lopez

synopsis: It wasn’t supposed to be these three together, it was originally lyle and mansk. Sneaking around, using each other. Until Lopez stumbled upon mansk deepthroating lyle in the shower room.

w/c: I freeballed this. YOLO!!

a/n: AWHHH YEAAAHHH!!!!!! and this is barely proofread so shh…

Lyle and Mansk made a deal, if they needed stress relief or just wanted a quick fuck they can go to each-other. Which happened more frequently than they like to admit, it went to lyle pounding into mansk hole in their shared room to mansk riding lyle cock in the forest.

One day, as the squad was taking a shower. Some actually taking a shower and some just playing around, smacking each other with their towels. Mansk and lyle were in the far back using the showers, but actually lyle was thrusting into Mansk. The water wasn’t even on! Mansk leaning against the cold shower wall both hands trying to hold onto the wall as best as he can, biting his bottom lip, concealing his moans the best he can so the rest of the squad doesn’t catch them in the act.

“You like this? Such a dirty slut.” Lyle chuckled as he smacked his ass “dragging me here so I can fuck you where someone can see us, I bet you want that huh?” He smirked, Mansk moaned as a response. Lyle yanked mansk kuru and leaned down to whisper in his ear “answer me.” Mansk moaned, clenching around him as he responded “yes Corporal!”

Lyle smirked “yeah, that’s good.” He pulled out which made mansk looked back in confusion, but he was quickly turned around and was yanked down to the floor. “Suck.” Lyle ordered as he smacked his cheek a couple of times with his cock and Mansk wasted no time, grabbing his cock to give his tip kitten licks, his tongue moving to the underside of his cock and then swallowing his cock whole in his mouth feeling how big it is.

He gagged around it, which caused lyle to groan loudly. “Yes baby, just like that. Sucking my cock so goddamn good.” Mansk started moving his head gagging around it as he kept deep throating him. Lyle grabbed his head and started thrusting into his throat without warning “Shit—! Such a good mouth.” His head leaned back as he closed his eyes “fuckkk yes!” Mansk tail wagged as he heard the praise, his cock pulsing.

They didn’t hear Lopez running towards them with a grin on his face “Yo guys! why are yall so far away—OHHH SHIT!” Lopez voice broke the moment between the two, Lyle tail going rigid as he abruptly stopped his movements to look at Lopez in shock. It was silent for a while, the three of them didn’t know what to do or say. Lyle grumbled and pulled out of Mansk mouth with a pop! Saliva connecting from his lips to the tip.

The sight makes Lopez flustered at the image as he quickly looks away, yet he can’t help but get hard at the image. It was clear too, his bulge wasn’t really hiding anything. Pulsing beneath the towel that wraps around his hips.

Lyle sighed and looked at Mansk, a silent conversation between the two. Mansk nodded and smiled softly “Lopez, join us.” Which caused Lopez to quickly look at him with a nervous expression, he gulped as he looked at lyle. Lyle looked back and grabbed his arm “do you want to? If not, we pretend this never happened.”

Lopez nodded “I want this. I want you both.” He was nervous but he pulled lyle into a soft kiss but quickly got hooked, getting more and more hungry. Lyle smirked in the kiss “Woah there, easy hotshot!” Mansk chuckled as he got closer to them and pulled the towel off of Lopez hips, his hand quickly grasping his cock and slowly stroking him.

Lopez pulled back from lyle lips and gasped, looking down as he sees mansk stroking his cock. “Ah! Shit…!” He moaned as held onto lyle for support, lyle chuckled and went down to his knees and fondled his balls causing Lopez to gasp and cover his mouth. He looked around nervously but realized that the rest of the squad were already gone.

Lyle grumbled and sucked on his balls, Lopez jolted as he looked at them two. Lyle sucking his balls as mansk strokes his cock in a slow tortuous pace. Mansk went down as well and put his cock in his mouth, going down halfway. Gaging softly as he felt Lopez cock going deeper than he expected.

Mansk pulled his mouth off and lyle stopped sucking, they both moved to the tip and started licking it giving it soft kisses. Lopez whined as he closed his eyes, removing his mouth to put his hand on the wall for support. His head leaned back as he started letting out more needy whines, “Ngh—! I’m—!” Which quickly made both men pull away “not yet, you ain’t coming unless it’s in one of us.” Mansk spoke as they both got up.

All three of their cocks were rubbing together due to their close proximity, lyle moved first slowly making all three of them groan. “Cmon Lopez.” Lyle grunted as he reached towards Lopez dog tags and yanked them making Lopez whimper. “move your hips.” He ordered as he groaned from feeling mansk and Lopez tips rubbing against his own. He felt his face flush as mansk did a hard thrust “Fuckkk…good boy.” He praised mansk as he looked at Lopez, Lopez not looking back but looking at the three of their cocks rubbing together as their precum mix.

“You disobeying a direct order?” He growled and Lopez shook his head. “No sir.” Lopez slowly starts moving his hips, biting his lips from the sensitivity “Thank you both—ahh!—for letting me join” Which earned a smirk from Mansk “hey, I always wanted a third but this guy—” He playfully tapped lyle back with a laugh “—got so jealous and I QUOTE! “I don’t want to share what’s mine” Mansk laughed more causing all three of them to join in, lyle rolled his eyes “yeah yeah laugh it up.”

Lopez grew the confidence to give Mansk kisses on the neck and slowly move forward, gently moving him toward floor. Mansk followed and grabbed Lopez hips to get him on his lap “being so needy, have you wanted to do this?” He teased with a smirk. Lopez smirked and grinded on his cock “maybe I have, especially you.” His voice grew deeper with need, he kept moving his hips slowly until he lifted his hips up and grabbed mansk cock to position himself

Lyle got closer to see the view, he smirked and smacked Lopez ass which earned a quick “hey!” From him. “You’re doing good Lopez, cmon you can do it.” Mansk encouraged his hand moving up to his waist and squeezing softly, Lopez slowly lowered himself onto his cock and moaned at the feeling. “Breathe boy, deep breathes.” Mansk spoke softly as his thumb moved in a soothing manner.

Lopez fully sat down and moaned loudly “oh fuck—! Jesus!” His tail thrashed around as he immediately reached for mansk hands, grabbing them as he tried to breathe. Lyle kissed his neck “you okay?” Lopez quickly responded with a frantic nod “yeah, yeah I’m good corporal” his hands moved towards mansk chest, feeling him up as he started to move earning a groan from Mansk.

It took a while for Lopez to find a pace that he was comfortable in but once he found that pace it was perfect for the both of them. The shower room quickly filled with skin slapping, groans and moans mixing together. Lyle went towards Mansk “cmon, open up.” He turned his head towards lyle cock and stuck out his tongue, looking at the man with such lust mixed with his usual cocky attitude.

He slapped his cock in mansk tongue and quickly pushed in, his hand quickly reaching towards his head “you seem to enjoy this a lot Mansk, letting us use you like this” he teased as he slapped his cheek, Lyle started moving roughly causing Mansk to gag and tear up at the feeling.

Lopez leaned down and gave a kiss to his lower jaw, moving back up as his hands tracing the tattoo on his chest “You’re so pretty Mansk, have anyone told you that?” He smiled softly lyle snorted “I have” “shut up lyle.” “okay.” The quick interaction made the men smile, even in this intimate moment they still poke fun at one another that’s something you really can’t take away from them.

Lopez grunted as he started to ride mansk faster “I think I’m going to—!” His hands now grasping his chest as he moans louder, lyle pace quickens aswell groans and gasps leaving his mouth. Lyle grabbed Lopez and pulled him into a kiss as lyle came deep into mansk throat.

Mansk moaned around Lyle cock as he thrashed around, releasing into Lopez. Lyle quickly pulled out to let him breathe “you okay baby?” He asked worriedly, his hands massaging his face. Mansk took quick breaths but he nodded “yeah-yeah I’m good.” Lopez chuckled “I don’t think I came in one of you guys…” which earned an eye roll from Mansk

Lopez got off, the sound was embarrassing loud in the empty shower room but they didn’t care. Lopez turned the water on to clean them all off but didn’t realize the shower head was pointed at them so when he turned it on…they were quickly blasted with cold water. They quickly jolted up and bolted out of the shower like cats.

a/n: I didn’t know how to end it…so if it’s not to your liking I’m sorry!! also OMGGG PLS SEND MORE I LOVE THE RECOMS

tags: @manskluv

[7s3ven]

UNDER THE MASK pt 1 - collecting samples. recoms (avatar)

IN WHICH… the marine recoms find out the scientist they’ve been teasing for about a month now has more to offer than they thought.

Notes: scientist! recom! reader, a little suggestive, indecent jokes from the recoms (just a bunch of flirtatious, inappropriate jokes from the recoms tbh)

( includes fike, mansk, quaritch, brown, and lyle )

series list

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You didn’t asked to be revived in the form of a Na’vi body. You thought the RDA was only taking a precaution when they asked you to consent to the program. You didn’t expect to actually wake up after your death in an entirely new body.

You were one of the only scientists brought back from the dead; there were seven of you in total. The rest were military soldiers.

You didn’t remember much about your old life. Though, it wasn’t really yours to begin with. You just had the memories of a woman.

Your sole purpose on Pandora remained largely the same after your revival. You continued to dedicate your life to science and medicine as the faint memories of your old life swirled around in your mind.

You were the first recombinant to be brought back. The RDA thought it was best to revive the scientists before the soldiers. They were right. You were much calmer than they expected, fascinated by your new blue skin and swishing tail. A year later, the soldiers were revived.

You were expecting to remain uninteresting to them. After all, they never paid you much attention when you were human. But you had Grace to blame for that. She always swiftly hid you when Colonel Miles Quaritch and his team walked by, knowing the Marines had a taste for women who looked and acted like you.

Unfortunately, as one of the only females in the operation, the soldiers noticed you a lot more. Ja and Prager only sent you lazy smiles as you passed, fully intent on letting you do your thing, but five other military recoms were a nuisance to your daily life.

The annoying military Recombinants—Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Fike, and Brown—were a rough bunch, the kind of men who thrived in the presence of violence. You were the complete opposite of them, preferring the quiet lab and rarely ever talking back. The difference between you and them couldn’t have been more obvious, and boy, did they love to remind you.

You were no stranger to wandering glances. You noticed them back when you were human. Yet, you still felt uncomfortable when the Marine recoms stared at you.

Every time you passed by their little group, they turned silently, their gazes watching your every move. Today was no different from that. You clutched the data pad in your left hand as you strolled through the base, on your way to the science lab once again. You noticed the dreaded group almost immediately; they were laughing pretty loud after all.

They were all leaning against the wall, exchanging teasing remarks. Mansk was the first to spot you. He whispered to his teammates and the mood suddenly shifted. Your ears pinned against your head in annoyance as you passed them, feeling their eyes burning into you.

They said nothing for the first second before Lyle opened his mouth. “Hey, Doc!” He loudly called out. You paused, glancing over your shoulder. You knew if you ignored them, they’d just follow you and you’d get no work done. “Looking good in that body. How about you come check on me later? I might need a… personal examination.” You didn’t have to look to know he had a snarky grin on his lips.

Quaritch deeply chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Not necessarily good ones, though. “Careful, Wainfleet. She might take you up on that offer if she didn’t have her hands full.” His eyes roamed your body, not even trying to hide it. You felt your face heat up.

Your tail swished from side to side in frustration, which only encouraged them. You began walking again, merely rolling your eyes at the remarks. However, Mansk didn’t let you go so easily.

“Don’t be coy, Doc. You’re practically part of the team now. Why don’t you join us for some drinks?” He pushed himself off the wall and stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“You’ve got us all wondering what you’re hiding under that lab coat.” Brown chimed in with a smirk. You lightly huffed, casually stepping around Mansk.

You wouldn’t usually reply to their biting comments but you were on your last nerve today. “I’m here to do a job.” You said, “And so are you. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate if you stopped annoying me.”

You tried to walk off but a firm tug held you back from important work. “Feisty today, aren’t we?” It was Quaritch. You pulled your arm back, lips curving into an unimpressed frown.

“I am not here for your blatant entertainment, Colonel. I’m here to get my research done.”

Despite your sharp tone, Fike still muttered something to Mansk that had them both snickering. You clenched your jaw.

Quaritch’s grin widened at your words. “You definitely find a way to keep things interesting, Doc. If you ever need a break from all that chatter in your brain, we’ll be happy to relieve some stress.” His voice dipped into a suggestive tone, and you knew what he was implying.

You took a deep breath, barely holding onto the last of your calmness. “I have work to do, Colonel.” You briskly walked away, the sound of your boots growing fainter as you shoved past the laboratory doors.

You sat at your desk for a minute, calming yourself from the annoyance bubbling up. No matter how hard you tried to stay focused on this godforsaken planet, the weight of the soldiers’ gazes and their various taunts still drew a reaction.

You knew you’d be seeing them much sooner than you liked. You were due to collect some samples and you needed someone to keep guard. Though, the RDA gave you five idiots to keep watch instead.

An hour after your run-in with the particular group of soldiers, you were forced to see them again. You trudged through the base, trying to delay the process. You saw them waiting outside, tapping their boots against the floor impatiently. They were expecting to see another scientist, a less amusing one, but when you swung the door open, they grinned.

“Let’s get this over and done with.” You muttered, pushing past them.

You hated Pandora but you could never hate the beauty of it. Sometimes you wished you had been born Na’vi so you could appreciate everything the dangerous world had to offer.

The jungle was alive with sounds and the chittering of animals as you moved carefully through the vegetation, ducking occasionally to avoid a tree branch. You stopped every five minutes to take a sample, labelling it and storing it away before continuing on your way.

You knew you weren’t alone, you had five military recoms trailing after you, and that made everything less beautiful. Their forms moved heavily through the foliage, not really caring where they stepped. The group was meant to keep you safe but they only felt like a distraction.

You were observing a particularly interesting plant before you heard the rather obnoxious voice of the Colonel. “What’s the matter, Doc? We got you all hot and bothered?”

Your ears flicked at the unnecessary remark. “Only doing my job, Colonel.” You muttered, careful not to show any emotion Quaritch would use against you.

“That all you’re doing?” Lyle piped up, the grin evident in his voice. “You should be focusing on something else. Like us.”

Oh, how you wished to throw a rock at him or shove a handful of dirt into his mouth.

You heard Mansk snicker as you straightened up, walking further into the forest without another world. You had no intent of taking part in their banter.

“Don’t be so cold, Doc.” Fike called after you as they followed close behind. “We’re just tryna keep you company, can’t have you lonely out here.”

You wished you were alone. Perhaps you should have specifically requested for Z-dog and Walker to accompany you instead.

You slowed down and that was enough for Quaritch to take long strides to stand behind you. His tall frame casted a shadow over you as he fell into unified steps. “Loosen up, Doc. This’d be a lot more fun if you did.” Again, he didn’t try to hide the way his gaze flickered to your chest. He was never subtle in the slightest.

Your grip tightened on your tool kit as your tail flicked him. “For the last time, I’m here to collect data.” You coolly said, “That’s all.”

Quaritch chuckled, “Can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re the only interesting thing out here.”

“Yeah.” Brown, who wasn’t too far behind, voiced. “Watching you work is a nice change from the military crap.” You would have preferred if they were actually doing their jobs instead of focusing on you.

You ignored them to the best of your ability but it was difficult with the group almost circling around you, their remarks growing bolder by the second.

You were scanning a tree when Lyle broke your trance of concentration. He leaned in, "You know, if you ever need a different kind of data… We’re more than happy to volunteer."

You quickly recoiled, a little disgusted at his words. Quaritch placed a hand on your lower back before you could step away. “Easy, Doc.” He uttered, “Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall.”

You held back a scoff. “Can you all just stop?” You said, the frustration seeping into your voice. “I’m trying to collect data here, and you’re all acting like animals.”

They clearly enjoyed your reaction. Mansk steeped forward, “You don’t like our attention, baby?”

You almost succumbed to the urge of throwing a pair of scissors in his face. “I’m collecting samples. If you have nothing scientific to say then leave me alone.”

Quaritch raised his hands in mock surrender yet the smug smirk on his face never faltered. “Alright, we’ll back off.” You doubted that.

The uneasy feeling of their eyes never truly disappeared. You could hear their muffled laughter and murmured comments following you, a reminder that you still weren’t alone.

Barely an hour had passed before the sky darkened. You didn’t think much of it before the first raindrop hit your nose. You tilted your head up, eyes scanning the sky. It only took a second for a heavy downpour to drench you. The droplets of water crashed against the ground with such intensity that it made it hard to see, and it almost hurt.

“Shit.” Quaritch muttered over the booming thunder. “Everyone, under the trees!”

Mansk, the closest recom to you, grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you under the nearby tree. The canopy offered some form of shelter but still not a lot. It did little to keep you dry.

Your clothes were already soaked, specifically your thin shirt. It uncomfortably clung to your skin. Your straight hair was curling in the humidity, sticking to your face.

Lyle shook his head like a wet dog, his braid sending water flying everywhere. You covered your face to block the droplets. “This rain is something else.” He said, “Never seen such a heavy downpour.”

Mansk was the first to check up on you since the rain. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Doc, you look a little… soaked.” His eyes lingered on your drenched form while you glared at him.

You tugged at your shirt, a fruitless attempt to keep it from sticking to your skin. The fabric was nearly transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. Mansk’s words had brought you the undivided attention of his teammates.

“This weather is really doing a number on you, Doc.” Quaritch drawled as he leaned against the thick tree trunk.

“It’s only rain, Colonel.” Your response came out sharper than you intended it to. But you knew even if you screamed at him, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of hard not to look.” He chuckled.

Fike, who was standing on your left, smirked as you tried to wring out your shirt. “That’s one way to distract us. Keep it up and we might forget why we’re out here.”

Lyle was the next to comment. “Loving the view, Doc.”

You shot Lyle a look before forming your arms over your chest. “Let’s just focus on staying dry.” You grumbled.

“Don’t worry, Doc. We’re just appreciating the scenery, right boys?” Quarditch’s gaze shamelessly traced every curve that was now exposed by your wet clothes.

You opened your mouth to snap back but the words never rolled off your tongue. Quarditch had reached out to brush a strand of wet hair away from your face. His warm touch lingered for longer than necessary before pulling away.

You impatiently waited for the rain to stop but as the long minutes dragged by, you lost hope. It had been half an hour of a continuous downpour and you were still soaked, forced to shiver as you paced back and forth.

Quaritch and his team had settled at the base of the tree, sitting in a circle and trading jokes. They seemed unconcerned about the delay while you were basically gnawing at your fingertips.

Your tail flicked back and forth as you paced, flicking droplets of water with every step and narrowly avoiding whacking Mansk. The longer you waited, the less time you had to gather data. You were already on a tight schedule.

Quaritch noticed your unease and he parted his lips to speak up. “What’s wrong, Doc? Can’t stay still for two seconds?” He teased. You glowered at him.

“I don’t have time for this, Colonel. I have limited time and this damn rain is wasting it.”

“Relax, sweetheart. You’ll get your samples eventually.” Lyle butted in. You gritted your teeth, the tip of your tail swaying in annoyance.

“That isn’t good enough.” You seethed.

“Pacing isn’t gonna make it any better.” Fike called out.

Quaritch looked up at you, sending you his signature smirk. You despised what he was going to say next. “I’m sure we can find a way to occupy you, Doc. Just to pass the time.” There was nothing innocent about his words.

“I don’t have time for distractions, Colonel.” Every time you tried to push him and his team away, they tried to reel you back in.

Quaritch was clearly amused by you. You turned to watch the rain again, your patience wearing thin.

You waited for another ten minutes. You tried to sit still for as long as you could before you couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck it.” You cussed, grabbing your tool kit. The recoms watched as you stepped out from under the tree without a word, letting the hard rain hit you again.

“Hey, where you going, Doc?” Lyle exclaimed, though his tone sounded more amused than concerned as the soldiers watched you.

You didn’t reply as you stalked forward, determined to collect as much data as you could, even if it meant catching a cold later.

“Guess she’s serious about that data,” Mansk commented with a chuckle.

The recoms watched as you disappeared into the jungle. None of them stopped your stubborn pursuit as you marched through the rain despite the miserable conditions.

“Do you think maybe she’s just crazy?” Fike voiced.

It took you twenty minutes to trudge back to the group. You were drenched and shivering and overall not in very good condition. But at least the last sample rested safely in your kit.

Your shirt was completely see-through by this point. It offered you no protection against the frigid rain. You maintained some of your calm composure despite the chills racking your body.

The soldiers were still lounging under the tree, only raising their heads when they heard the sound of a twig snapping. They all stared at you in amusement as you finally reached them.

Quaritch immediately locked eyes with you. “Look who’s back. You look like you’ve been through hell, Doc.” His eyes scanned the small tears in your shirt.

It surely felt like you had. You were glad the soldiers weren’t there to witness you tripping.

“Shut your trap.” You sneered, dropping the sampling kit before sitting down and slumping against the tree. “I fucking fell down a hill and into a river. Hit a few trees too. Hurt like a bitch.” They had never heard such strong language from you but then again, they didn’t know you had the willpower to walk through the heavy rain.

Lyle whistled lowly, “Damn, Doc, you’re practically giving us a free show over here.”

You didn’t reply. Your ears were pinned back against your head in annoyance as you watched the rain. “Let’s just get out of here.” You grumbled, going to collect your supplies before Quarditch grasped your arm.

“No can do, Doc. The rain ain’t letting up and we can barely see a meter in front of us. We’ll get lost or some of us might fall down a hill. Again.” He grinned, showing off his fangs as he searched your face for a reaction.

“We can’t stay out here for the night.” You fired back. “We’ll get eaten alive.”

“Nah. This area is relatively safe. Good thing we didn’t go too deep into the forest.” Quaritch’s tail lightly flicked, showing he was in no hurry to get back to the base.

You tilted your head back, almost hissing in frustration. You didn’t want to be stuck out in the forest with these military imbeciles. You didn't want to admit it, but Quaritch had a point; you could barely see the next tree over.

Agonising hours dragged by as the rain poured down. The soldiers aimed to entertain themselves, sometimes throwing a few teasing remarks your way. You merely rolled your eyes at their jeers.

"Alright, Lyle, time to pull out the tent. Looks like we're stuck here for the night." You heard Quaritch mutter. To your surprise, you watch as Lyle pulls a tent from his bag. You let the soldiers set it up, knowing you wouldn't be of much help anyway.

"Ladies first, Doc." Quaritch grinned, stepping aside for you to enter. Your tail flicked him in annoyance as you brushed past him. The interior of the tent was large, tall enough to fit your avatar bodies, but it was still a tight squeeze. Your Na'vi body was well-built, your arms toned from the harsh terrain, but the soldiers were almost huge. They were tall with large muscles, taking up almost all the space.

Military gear and supplies were strewn all over the floor of the tent, making it impossible to walk without stepping on something. The heavy droplets of rainwater hammered down onto the tent's fabric, creating a sort of ambience.

Your shirt, which had taken most of the rain, clung to your skin uncomfortably. The cold was beginning to seep through, making it hard to focus. You shifted around, lightly groaning.

With a sigh of exasperation, you had reached a breaking point. You lifted your wet shirt over your head, peeling the thin fabric off. You weren't particularly concerned with how the soldiers' eyes flickered to stare at your bra. You were just glad that awful shirt was off.

As you began to wring the water out of the shirt, Quaritch spoke up. He let out a low whistle before speaking. "Didn't expect this kind of show, Doc." Oh, how insufferable he was.

The tent felt even smaller now with how their gazes lingered on you. You settled into a dry corner of the tent, wrapped in a towel. Your eyes were drooping before Lyle made a biting remark. You quickly grabbed your shirt, throwing it at him. It hit Lyle in the face with a loud slap.

The soldier yelped in surprise and stumbled back. "Watch it!" he exclaimed. His teammates burst into laughter, their amusement evident.

"That's one way to shut him up," Quaritch said through a small laugh.

You eventually dosed off, exhausted and sick of the icy cold. The soldiers stayed awake, their guns at the ready. They lowly murmured amongst themselves, continuing their playful banter.

Lyle nudged Quaritch, a grin spreading across his face. "Look at that, Colonel. The Doc's out like a light." Your tail was lazily draped over your body as you curled up into a ball to retain warmth.

Mansk leaned in, lowering his voice. He didn't want to accidentally wake you and end up being slapped in the face with a shirt like Lyle. "You think she'll be annoyed if we keep making these jokes?"

"Nah, she's out cold." Fike softly chuckled under his breath.

Brown glanced over his shoulder, grinning. "Think she's dreaming 'bout us?" He lightly snorted.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, his gaze still focused on your still body. "Careful now. If Doc wakes up and hears you say that, she won't be so friendly."

Lyle quietly laughed, "Yeah, you don't wanna get hit in the face with that shirt, trust me."

The quiet atmosphere was interrupted by a shrill cry. It was unsettling, making the soldiers jump in surprise. The sound cut through the night enough to jolt you awake. You blinked dazedly, squinting in the dim light.

"What is that noise?" You groaned, pushing yourself to your feet. Your annoyance was apparent as you moved the tent flaps aside. You stumbled out, the rain hitting you like a sturdy wall. You shielded your face from the heavy downpour, your gaze searching through the storm. You found the culprit—a large bird the size of your long torso rummaging through the scattered gear you had dropped.

"Get out of here!" You yelled, throwing a rock at the strange creature. The bird squawked again before scrambling off, leaving your seething form in the rain.

You re-entered the tent in worse condition than before. The soldiers tried to suppress their amusement as you shook off the water.

Lyle didn't even try to hide his laughs. "You're back at square one, Doc. Might need to take your pants off this time." You ignored him, returning to your previous spot.

"We’ll have to put a bell on you so you don't end up in the rain," Quaritch added, only humiliating you more.

You slumped against the side of the tent, stuck between a state of sleep and awareness. You jumped again when the same screech erupted from outside, testing your patience.

You slowly pushed yourself up once more. The gazes of the soldiers burned into you, clearly amused. The bird had not learned its lesson from the first time, plucking up the courage to scour through your gear once more. You saw how its beady eyes glanced at you, glinting with mischief.

"I've had enough of you!" You exclaimed, "You keep interrupting my sleep! And get away from my stuff!" You launched yourself at the bird, tackling it. Its screams escalated in volume as you swatted at the animal. It tried to avoid your advances, darting and hissing at you.

The soldiers poked their heads out of the tent, wanting to watch the chaos unfold. "Never thought I'd see a scientist take on a wild animal."

"Yeah, get some, Doc!" Lyle shouted, "Beat that thing!"

Fike turned to Quaritch, lightly nudging him. "You think she'll give up any time soon?" He muttered.

The Colonel shook his head, huffing in amusement. "Not a chance."

The bird scampered off, and you turned around, drenched but victorious. You ignored the soldiers' encouraging shouts as they clapped you on the back. You were desperate for rest, even if it meant fighting an animal. Everything began to settle down again, finally, until that bird returned.

"Oh, that is it!" You screamed. Your rage boiled over. "I'm going to cook that thing!" Lyle quickly grasped your shoulder, holding you back.

"Hey, calm down, Doc!" He shouted.

"I've had enough of that bird! I'm hungry! I'm gonna cook it if it doesn't shut up!" You tried to wriggle out of Lyle's grip, ears pinned back in anger and fangs bared.

"Might wanna rethink that, Doc. We ain't in the middle of a kitchen." Quaritch spoke up.

Eventually, you calmed down. You reluctantly sat down beside Mansk in the circle, arms folded over your chest in frustration. "You look cold, angel," Mansk commented, earning a glare from you.

"No, I'm perfectly warm. I might be sweating a little." You sarcastically replied, mockingly fanning your face. Mansk handed you his jacket, but you hesitated before taking it. Slowly, you slipped it on, wrinkling up your nose at the smell of his strong cologne rubbing off on you.

As handy as ever, Lyle pulled out a portable battery heater after noticing your intense shivering. "Forgot I had this." He laughed while Fike and Brown rolled their eyes. The heater softly hummed, and you almost closed your eyes at the much-needed warmth.

The soldiers fell back into their usual conversation, keeping their voices low so as to not disturb you.

"You finally warming up, Doc?" Quaritch glanced at you with a small smile, though it was more of a smirk.

You silently lifted your hand, showing him the middle finger. He chuckled, not offended in the slightest. After an endless night of rain and exhaustion, you finally drifted off. Your head lolled to the side, falling onto Mansk's shoulder while your tail was draped over Lyle's lap.

Mansk glanced down at you with a grin, his eyes trailing over the curve of your tail. He lowly chuckled, "I could get used to this. Not every day you get a warm spot and a cozy tail.”

The other soldiers exchanged glances as they caught the meaning behind Mansk's joke. You slept soundly while the Marines kept watch, their guns nearby. They continued to banter amongst themselves while allowing you to gain the rest you desperately needed.

[pragerswoman]

First Contact Jitters

Pairing: Mansk x Y/n

Warnings: smut, nsfw, MDNI

A/n: hiya my loves I hope you enjoy ☺️ Requested by the lovely @manskluv Thank you for the request 😊

The coffee machine in the lab hissed like an angry cat, sputtering out something that resembled tar more than drinkable liquid. Corporal Lyle Wainfleet, already on his third cup, didn't seem to notice—or care—as he slurped it down with the enthusiasm of a man who'd long since killed his taste buds. Across the room, Mansk adjusted his headset for the twelfth time in as many minutes, his fingers twitching against the smooth plastic.

Mansk's knee bounced under the console, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his boot toe against metal barely audible over the hum of cooling fans. He kept his eyes fixed on the biometric readouts scrolling across his screen—anything to avoid looking at you as you leaned over his shoulder to point out a fluctuation in the neural sync levels. Your forearm brushed against his bicep, and he inhaled sharply through his nose, fingers freezing mid-keystroke.

The cursor blinked accusingly on Mansk’s screen as his fingers hovered uselessly over the keyboard. His throat felt tight, like someone had cinched a belt around it. You lingered behind him, close enough that he could smell whatever shampoo you’d used that morning—something faintly herbal, with an edge of citrus that made his stomach flip. He swallowed hard, willing his hands to move.

“You okay?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. Your breath ghosted over the shell of his ear, and Mansk nearly bit through his own tongue.

“Fine,” he croaked, then cleared his throat. “Just—uh. Data’s running slow today.”

You hummed, unconvinced, and leaned in closer to peer at the screen. Your hip pressed against the back of his chair, the warmth of you seeping through the fabric of his fatigues. Mansk’s palms went damp. He clenched his fists in his lap, nails digging into his thighs.

Across the room, Wainfleet snorted into his coffee. “Christ, Mansk. You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

The screen's glow painted Mansk's knuckles white as his grip on the chair arms tightened. Wainfleet's comment hung in the air like smoke, thick enough to choke on. Your lips quirked—not mocking, just amused—and Mansk's pulse jackhammered against his ribs when you casually draped your hand over his shoulder.

"Maybe you need a break," you murmured, thumb brushing the tense muscle of his neck. The contact sent a jolt down his spine, his breath hitching audibly. Wainfleet's knowing smirk burned hotter than the shitty lab coffee, but Mansk couldn't bring himself to care when your fingers traced the edge of his collar.

The lights flickered—somewhere, an overloaded circuit protested—and in that half-second of darkness, your palm slid down his chest. Mansk made a sound halfway between a gasp and a whimper. "C'mon," you whispered, tugging gently at his sleeve. "Storage closet. Now."

Mansk's boots squeaked against the floor as he stumbled after you, all coordination lost the moment your fingers laced with his. The closet door hissed shut behind you both, plunging you into near-darkness save for the thin strip of light beneath the door. Your hands were already at his belt when he finally found his voice. "Wait, I—"

"Shh." Your knee nudged between his thighs, and Mansk nearly folded then and there, his back hitting a shelf of spare parts. The rattle of metal components nearly drowned out his shaky exhale. Your palm pressed flat against his stomach, sliding lower, and his hips jerked forward of their own accord.

Mansk's breath came in shallow bursts as your fingers worked his belt open with terrifying efficiency. The click of the buckle echoed louder than gunfire in the cramped space. He couldn’t remember how to swallow—his mouth was desert-dry, his pulse hammering in his throat like a trapped bird. "I've never—" he started, but your mouth covered his in a kiss that short-circuited whatever apology or warning he’d been about to spit out.

The texture of your tongue against his sent sparks down his spine, his body arching into you before he could stop himself. Every nerve felt oversensitized, raw—the scrape of your teeth on his lower lip made him whine, high and desperate. His hips stuttered forward when your hand finally closed around him, the shock of contact so intense his vision whited out for a second. "Fuck—!" The curse tore from him, ragged and broken, as his knees buckled. Only the shelf digging into his back kept him upright.

You stroked him slowly, your thumb brushing the slick head on every upstroke, and Mansk choked on air. His fingers scrabbled at your waistband, clumsy with desperation. "Please," he gasped against your mouth, "I need—" but the words dissolved into a moan when you tightened your grip. The fabric of his fatigues rasped against his oversensitive skin, every stroke dragging pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.

Somewhere in the haze, he registered the rustle of your clothes, the warm press of your thigh as you hitched a leg over his hip. The first slide of skin against skin punched a sob from his chest. Mansk's head thudded back against the shelf, his entire body trembling as you rocked against him. He could feel the wetness where your bodies met, the dizzying heat of you, and it was too much—he was going to shatter—

"Look at me." Your voice was rough, commanding. His eyes flew open (when had he closed them?) to find you watching him with dark intensity. The second your gazes locked, you ground down hard, and Mansk cried out, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "That's it," you murmured, lips brushing his earlobe. "Let go."

Mansk's breath hitched as your teeth grazed the tendon of his neck—every sensation amplified tenfold, every brush of skin against skin sending electric jolts down his spine. He was unraveling at the seams, his body taut as a wire pulled too tight, pleasure coiling low in his gut with terrifying urgency. "I can't—" he gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase against your waist, his hips jerking erratically. "I'm not gonna last—"

The confession spilled out in a rush, raw and unguarded, and you swallowed it with another kiss, your tongue sliding against his in a way that made his toes curl inside his boots. "Don't hold back," you murmured against his mouth, your hand tightening just enough to wring a broken noise from his throat. "I want to feel you come apart."

His control snapped like a frayed cable.

Mansk's back arched off the shelf as his climax ripped through him, white-hot and consuming, his cry muffled against your shoulder. His hips stuttered against yours, his entire body shuddering through the aftershocks, oversensitive and trembling. For a dizzying moment, he forgot where he was—forgot his own name—the world narrowing to the slick heat of your skin against his, the ragged sound of your breathing in his ear.

When he finally sagged back against the shelf, boneless and spent, his cheeks burned with mortification. "Shit," he mumbled, dragging a shaky hand over his face. "I didn't—I mean, I should've—"

Your laugh was soft against his neck, fingers still tracing idle patterns on his flushed skin as his breathing slowed. "You're adorable when you're embarrassed," you murmured, and Mansk made a noise like a stepped-on puppy, burying his face in your shoulder. The scent of his sweat mixed with the faint ozone tang of the lab equipment still clinging to his clothes—something strangely intimate in the cramped darkness.

Outside, the distant clatter of boots on metal flooring made him stiffen, but you just nipped at his earlobe, unconcerned. "Relax. Wainfleet's covering for us." The casual confidence in your voice sent another shiver down his spine—how long had you *planned* this? The thought should have unnerved him, but all he could focus on was the way your thigh pressed between his legs, the fabric rough against his oversensitive skin.