Torn by the world, the Sarentu struggle to find their place and reconstruct their broken ways. Prager, a recombinant that escaped just in time to become existential and meet them, joins their adventure and tries to understand the Na'vi way.
Can you do one with Prager where hes insecure about his looks among other recoms and reader have to prove him how atractive he is for her and assure him and could it be a little longer ? Like a whole plot if its not a problem ofc
Pairing: Prager x y/n
A/n: hiya thank you for the request my love 😊I hope you enjoy ☺️
It starts small.You notice it in the way Prager stands slightly behind the others during briefings. The way he jokes about being “the ugly one” when Lyle teases him. The way he avoids mirrors longer than necessary.
At first, you think it’s just his usual blunt humor. Until one night, it isn’t. The squad is laughing about something stupid. Fike makes a comment about how the Recom bodies are “genetic upgrades,” and someone jokes about who won the lottery hardest.
Prager goes quiet. Later, when it’s just the two of you, he shrugs it off. “Not like it matters,” he mutters. “I ain’t exactly the poster boy.” You blink at him. “What?”
He doesn’t look at you. He’s staring at his hands instead — bigger now, clawed, unfamiliar even after all this time.“You’ve seen the others,” he says, voice rough. “Quaritch looks carved outta stone. Lyle’s got that charm thing going. Brown’s built like a tank. Me?” He huffs. “Guess I pulled the short straw.”
There’s no self-pity in his tone. Just quiet resignation. And that hurts more. You step closer, gently taking his chin and forcing him to look at you. His golden eyes flicker with surprise. “Do you have any idea what I see when I look at you?”
He tries to pull back. You don’t let him. “I see the strongest man in the room,” you say softly. “Not because of muscles. Because of how you stand. Because of how you protect people. Because of how careful you are with me.” His jaw tightens.
“You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not.”
You trace your fingers over his face — the sharp lines, the faint scars, the features he thinks make him less. “I love your eyes,” you whisper. “I love your voice. I love the way you look at me like I’m something worth guarding.”He swallows hard.
“You don’t have to hype me up.”
You press your forehead to his.
“When you walk into a room, I don’t see comparison. I don’t see competition. I see the man I want.”
That breaks him a little. His hands settle on your waist, hesitant at first — like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he holds you too tightly.
“You really don’t think I’m…” he trails off.
“Prager,” you murmur, brushing a kiss over the scar near his temple, “you are devastatingly attractive to me.”
The words hit him harder than any compliment ever has. Because they’re not loud. Not teasing. Not public. They’re quiet. Certain. Just for him. And for the first time in a long time, he believes it. Not because the squad says he measures up. But because you look at him like he’s already more than enough.
Hi! Loved your kinktober work 🫶 I was wondering if you can write a 4 person x wild Na’vi?
The pairings are Prager Fike Ja and Lopez. Maybe they are securing the perimeter and come across the Na’vi and the Na’vi isn’t scared of them because they don’t know what Recoms are and think they’re strange Na’vi?
A/n: I hope you enjoy this ☺️ thank you for the request 😁
The fallen seed pod lay cracked open on the mossy forest floor, its iridescent sap bleeding into the damp soil. Nearby, an oversized insect cautiously probed the sticky residue with spindly legs.
"Check that ridge line, Fike," Prager's voice cut through the humid air, unnaturally deep and resonant. His Recom fingers tightened around the rifle's grip as he scanned the swaying ferns ahead. "Movement at eleven o'clock. Not animal."
Fike crouched lower, his blue-striped Recom face tense beneath the visor. "Got visual. Single Na'vi female by the waterfall pool. Just... standing there." His enhanced optics zoomed in. "She's watching us. Doesn't look alarmed." The observation hung oddly in the air. Humans would've fled at the sight of Recoms – but this Na'vi merely tilted her head, her luminous yellow eyes tracking their movements with open fascination. Her relaxed posture suggested curiosity, not fear.
Lopez shifted position silently, his tail instinctively curling around a thick vine for balance. "She thinks we're just... weird Na'vi?" he murmured into the comms, disbelief coloring his synthesized voice. Ja, crawling forward on elbows, snorted softly. "Look at us. Blue skin, braids, tails... but wrong." He flexed his recombinant hand, the movement subtly artificial. The Na'vi woman took a step closer, her bare feet sinking slightly into the soft loam. Her gaze lingered on the glowing corporate logos embedded in their chest armour, then drifted to their unnaturally precise movements – too smooth, too coordinated for true muscle and sinew. A soft, questioning trill escaped her lips, melodic and utterly devoid of threat. It was the sound Eywa's children made when encountering something new and intriguing in Pandora's web. Her eyes held no suspicion, only a bright, almost childlike wonder as she observed the strange quartet with their mismatched gear and synthetic stillness. She gestured vaguely towards Lopez's integrated rifle, mimicking the shape with her own slender fingers.
Prager forced himself to lower his weapon slowly, the servos in his arm whining faintly. "Hold positions," he commanded, his voice tight. He met her gaze directly. Her pupils dilated slightly, the too-sharp lines of his jaw, the faint pulse of coolant lines beneath his skin where veins should be. Her nostrils flared, taking in the sterile scent of polymers and ozone that clung to them, a jarring contrast to the rich perfume of damp moss and blooming orchids surrounding them. She tilted her head again, a cascade of dark braids shifting over her shoulder, and offered a small, tentative smile. It wasn't a greeting of equals; it was the gentle curiosity reserved for an iridescent beetle, or a peculiarly shaped leaf. Her utter lack of fear was unnerving. Humans recoiled. Animals sensed the unnatural. But she... she saw only potential kin, however flawed.
Fike felt a bead of condensation form where his synthetic skin met his visor mount. "Protocol says detain for questioning," he hissed. "We look like walking violations of Eywa." Ja shook his head minutely. "Detain *her*? With *what*? Tranq darts? She doesn't perceive us as threats, Prager. She thinks we're... broken." The Na'vi woman took another step, closing the distance to just twenty yards. She crouched gracefully, running her fingers through a patch of luminous moss, then looked up at them expectantly, as if inviting them to share in the discovery. Her actions weren't cautious exploration; they were open, trusting gestures meant for clan-mates. The waterfall's roar filled the silence, mingling with the chirps of unseen insects. Lopez shifted again, the grip of his rifle suddenly slick in his hand. "What do we say?" he whispered, the absurdity thick in the humid air. "How do you tell someone you're the ghost of their enemy?" Prager watched her luminous eyes track a bioluminescent moth fluttering near his shoulder. "We... improvise," he finally said, his voice stripped of its usual command. "Slowly." He took one deliberate, stiff step forward, his every joint resisting Pandora's gravity in a way hers did not. Her smile widened slightly.
Her scent reached them now—rich loam, clean water, and something uniquely Na'vi: warm and wild. It clashed violently with their metallic tang. She tilted her head, studying Prager's jerky movement. Then, unexpectedly, she mirrored him. Taking a single step forward, her movement fluid as water, she paused. A soft chirrup, inquisitive, left her lips. Fike’s targeting reticule danced uselessly over her chest. "She's mimicking you, Sarge," he breathed. Ja lowered his rifle entirely, fingers uncurling. "She's *trying* to understand." Her own hand extended, palm open, fingers splayed towards them. Not a defensive gesture, nor one of submission. It was the universal Na’vi invitation for connection, the shared gaze. Lopez’s breath caught. "She wants us to link... like kin." Prager froze. Could she feel Eywa through them? Would she recoil from the neural static, the echoing void where her Tsaheylu bond would sing? The waterfall mist clung to her shoulders like diamonds. Her patient, open hand remained outstretched, unwavering.
description: You and Prager have mutual feelings for one another but then one night prager gets insecure and it almost threatens to ruin the foundation of your relationship.
You frowned seeing Prager talking well more like flirting with some girl....you figured that's where he had been the last few days instead of with you like he usually was. You felt so stupid right now to think that you even stood a chance with him and that you misread everything regarding your relationship with him. You quietly grabbed your food and started making your way toward your room, where you could eat and cry without being disturbed or questioned. You set your food down on your table not really hungry anymore, and just curled up on your bed and cried your eyes out until a knock came on your door.
"Hey y/n, it's Alicia and Mansk. Can you let us in?" You heard Z-dog ask.
You sighed of course your two best friends would notice that you weren't there. You wiped your eyes and fix your appearance even though you know you did look a mess. You stood up and walked over to your door and unlocked it and let them in before sitting back down on your bed while they walked in.
"Oh y/n." Mansk said frowning seeing your tear strained cheeks.
"I'm okay really. I just feel stupid is all." You said.
"Y/n why do you feel stupid?" Alicia asked.
"Because I really thought something was happening between us. Like he was constantly with me and now he's ignoring me. I thought..." You started to say but stopped yourself.
"You thought he liked you back..." Your friends said they were stupid or blind to see how much you liked Prager and how much he liked you back which is why they were confused as to why he was acting this way.
"Yeah, I did." You said sadly as you felt them wrap their arms around you.
The few days were easy enough for you to avoid Prager with the help of your friends until one day they had been sent out on a scouting mission leaving you there to fend for yourself. You had luckily managed to avoid him all morning until lunchtime, you had walked into the lunchroom and walked right back out seeing him there.
"Y/n! wait y/n." He called after you.
"Just leave me alone Prager." You said as you hurriedly walked through the halls toward your room.
Y/n, please." He said reaching out and grabbing your arm making you turn and face him.
"Prager let me go. I don't want to talk to you." You said making him frown.
"Prager! Prager! Let go of me!" You said as he pulled you into an empty room and locked the door.
"Why have you avoiding me y/n?" He asked kneeling to your level.
"Why do you care? You avoided me first." You said to him as realization hit him.
"Y/n..." He tried to say.
"No Prager you don't get it! You avoided me for three days without an explanation, and then I find you with some girl in the lunch room. It hurt to have you avoid me and throw me away for some girl when I thought something was happening between us but clearly I was wrong, and I needed some time to get over my feelings." You said on the verge of tears.
Prager's heart broke seeing your eyes water, he had never meant to make you feel like this. The only reason he had stopped hanging around you and sort of exploring his options, was because he felt like you deserved better than him, and weren't interested in him but clearly he was wrong.
"y/n, sweetheart can you look at me?" He asked you.
"Sweetheart I screwed up so bad...I like you a lot and that absolutely terrifies me..all the time we spent together meant a lot to me but the last night we spent together before I decided to be a jackass was the night I realized that I liked you and I got insecure thinking that you couldn't possibly like me back in that way. I'm so sorry for hurting you and making you think that I didn't like you back because I do." he said wiping your tears with his thumbs.
"I forgive your Prag. I'm sorry for ignoring you as well, I should've tried to talk to you. Can you forgive me?" You asked him.
"I can. Do you think that I could take you on a date tomorrow night?" He asked you.
"I would love that. As long as you seal it with a kiss." You said making him laugh.
"I can do that sweetheart." He said pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
im back yall, still not done with finals but wanted to write something, lmk if theres any typos i missed, this is short because i dont really have time for any of this, still wanted to give you guys contwnt to read :)
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Z-Dog
loves pain, just by looking at how many tattoos she has, you can tell she has a thing for feeling pain, pain is pleasure to her
she has LOTS of kinks, some are: degrading kink, mommy/daddy kink, she also has a thing for BDSM
she does the best aftercare, after all shes a woman and goes through everything you have to go through, so she knows what you need and how you need it
she'll eat you out, anywhere, public bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, wherever she wants, she wants to show men that she can make you feel good without a cock
she makes sure everyone hears you both, even if youre in the bedroom she'll make you scream as loud as you can, shes good at everything she does
she loves fucking you dumb with a strap on, she likes seeing you crumble under her touch, she enjoys watching you submit to the things she does to you
Lyle
lyles a huge softie on the inside, in the bedroom not so though, hes rough as helllll but he still makes surs youre okay and that hes not hurting you
while hes pounding into you hell kiss you up and down, wipe your hair from your face, ask if youre okay every once in a while, he loves making sure youre safe, and if you arent he'll stop, he doesnt care if his cocks throbbing, you tell him to stop, he'll stop.
loves cuddles, he also has a good sense of humour, you find it really attractive how he manages to make you laugh so easily
dont let lyles sweetness fool you, hes 10 feet tall with muscles that can crush a human without effort
lyles the opposite of quaritch, hes not so dominant, maybe he'll let you top him every once in a while
he likes it when you ride his face no doubt he likes tasting your dripping cunt, what better way to taste it than you sitting on his face?
will eat you out, anytime anyday no matter where and when, he loves making sure you feel good
never punishes you, he wants to mame sure your safe, and healthy, he'll never lay a hand on you even if its for foreplay, he'll only do it if you actually enjoy it
Prager
prager is roigh, very rough but he has a soft spot for you, although if you do something wrong he'll punish you and degrade you
likes oversimulating you, he enjoys watching you crumble under his hands knowing that hes the one that caused you to act like this
after he over simulates you, spanks you, punishes you, and cums alover you, he stands up admiring ehat he did to you and how easily your attitude can go from being rude and inobediant to obedient real quick
pulls your hair when hes pounding your cunt, he doesnt pull it gently no, he pulls it with alot of force
you try to top him? good luck because the next day youre not only leaving with a limp, but red marks all ovee your bodyx they can be hickeys and spanks
after he does all of the above to you, he gives you good aftercare, he never fails to amaze you at how gentle he is after being mean to you in bed
you enjoy his roughness and never once complained.
he likes to bathe you and massage you as aftercare, he'll do anything you say happily just to make surs youre okay
if you cry in his arms he'll hold you and comfort you, hes not good at it but tries his best making sure youre okay
