okay so the avatar brainrot has officially taken over; recom miles quaritch and his team have me in a fucking chokeholdddddd. if evil why hot??
anyways, some thots and ideas for the recom unit x human!reader because because bECAUSE *explodes*
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miles quaritch, the big dog. he was intimidating enough as a human, but as a 9ft something tall alien built for hunting? he fucking oozes authority. i’m thinking you’re one of the RDA scientists specializing in Na’vi biology so your main job is basically taking care of the recom unit’s health and oh, you take good fucking care of quaritch, that’s for sure. he’ll all but command you to look after him: tense muscles that need massaging, minor scrapes he can definitely walk off but chooses not to, and of course, the occasional pent up energy in need of release, wink wink.
he’s probably into cockwarming, of having you mewling on his lap as he works, the old perv. and he’s DEFINITELY into the whole breeding kink — he’ll fuck you face down whispering smugly into your ear how he’ll fill you up so much, how he’ll drench your insides in his seed, how you’ll be so full you’d have no choice but to get pregnant. he’ll call you shit like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘cupcake’ — slightly condescending during the day, but said in that low, raspy, wanton voice when he has you under him, snug around his cock. you called him ‘sir’ once during sex, and he’s never let it go.
lyle wainfleet, smug piece of shit. he’s a bit of a meathead — arrogant and cocky, but make no mistake: he’s still a marine. he’s tough, competent, level-headed and extremely loyal. he’d be a bit of a flirt, a bit of a manwhore, if you will — but when he officially locks in with someone, he’s all in, buttercup.
ngl, i think he’d be a bit selfish in bed at first. he’d make you ride him as he lays back grinning up at you, and the aftercare is practically non-existent. he seems like the type to enjoy a quickie, yanking you aside when you're on your way to the lab, and fucking you hard until your legs are shaky and his cum is dripping down your thighs. he'd pat your back with a smirk on his face as he saunters off, leaving you to clean yourself up so your co-workers don't notice. after some cold shouldering though, he learns. and boy, is he a good fucking student. he learns to be sweeter, learns the way to make you cry out his name as he eats you out, the way you like to be wiped down softly after some hard, nasty sex. and he’d do it all, just to have you scoot closer to him in your post-orgasm haze and cuddle in his arms, soft skin smooth against his.
also i think the first time you two hit, he’d say some stupid shit like “OORAH!”, smacking your ass as he comes inside you without warning, and you’d ignore him for a week before he apologizes.
mansk my beloved ;; he’s a more quiet, stoic type — pretty hard to read when he’s always wearing those bum ass sunglasses. i headcanon him as one of the tallest recoms, next to zhang and warren, so once again, me and my poorly disguised size diff kink comes in play lol. maybe this time you’re one of the xenobotanists sent to pandora, and he’s posted as your security when you go out to collect samples. you’re fucking tiny compared to the large flora of the pandoran rainforest, and it brings out a protective urge inside of him. he’d be quiet but sturdy presence, matching your pace as you walk, silently offering you his large military jacket when you shiver, helping you over uneven ground after that one time you nearly tripped onto your face.
i think mansk would be freaky as fuckkkk. you know what they say about the quiet ones… he’d so be into scent stuff (this may be projection, who knows!) and cum play; i can see him finishing so deep inside you, you’re drenched in his smell inside out. he’d rut against your face, large blue hand pressing his dick down against your nose and brow as he thrusts against your skin, smearing his come and your spittle all over your pretty face. i forgot who put this out there but i saw someone say he’d be a panty thief and HARD agree; he won’t even bother to hide it. he’d drag you to a nearby supply closet, crouching down to press his nose against your neck and huff your scent in, nudge your legs open so he can pull your panties off from underneath your skirt. he’ll press it against his face and all but lick it before pocketing it, the neutral expression on his face betrayed by the outline of his hardening cock in his pants.
zdinarsik, z-dog, zaddyyyyy. zdinarsik is a lesbian, fight the fucking wall. She’s tough, cocky, a bit mean - I can imagine her popping that damn gum while you squirm in her lap while she plays cards with the rest of the squad, a vibrator shoved up your cunt. She’ll ignore the way you whimper softly, ignore the way tears well up in your eyes as you hold back from cumming in front of the entire deja blu team, gripping onto her arm with fluttering lashes and pleading eyes. it’s only once you’re positively trembling that she’ll toss her cards down — regardless of her hand — throw you over her shoulder and dip with nothing but a “deuces, losers,” to her teammates.
she’ll dump you unceremoniously on her giant bunk, fold you in half to admire the way your dripping cunt is swollen and puffy, slipping fingers into the slick folds and out, strings of slick connecting skin. she’ll make you taste yourself, push her long blue fingers into the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back as you try not to choke. she’ll eat you out, gripping you by the hips as she rolls over and holds you against her face, grinning as you cry out and grind down against her insistent tongue. she’ll tell you to sit on her face properly — “c’mon baby, you won’t hurt me. fucking sit on me.”
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i miss the recom unit </3 like yeah they were evil and worked with the RDA but like, they were also so fucking cutesy and silly idk man ;;
a/n: i wish i couldn't included more, but i didn't want to seem repetitive rip
pairing: recoms x gn!recom!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI) glory hole, humiliation (kind of?), degradation kink, blow jobs, deepthroating, aftercare (sort of if you squint)
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
for as much as they talked dirty, you knew that they would always take care of you
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.
I was inspired by another fellow anon who asked you this, can you do a recom!mansk x recom!reader dating headcanons in a more modern au type of setting? Also I love your work!
dating headcannons with recom!mansk
Mansk cooks like a man who survived on MREs for years — everything is aggressively seasoned or aggressively bland. No in‑between.
He’s surprisingly neat, but only because he hates clutter. He’ll clean the whole apartment at 2 a.m. if something annoys him. Which, is not everyday, but it is sometimes.
And for how he'd be affectionately, I could see him being not super verbal about it, but he definitely shows affection through:
hovering
fixing things you didn’t ask him to fix
carrying heavy stuff for you
standing between you and crowds
Physical affection is his default. He likes having a hand on you — your waist, your back, your thigh when you’re sitting together. He'd probably drag his fingers across your skin, maybe draw small circles on your waist, back or thigh, or he'd even grip (LIGHTLY) at your thigh.
He melts when you initiate affection. He tries to hide it, but you can see the tail flick. He's like a furnace while sleeping with you. You'll either love it or you’re dying.
He wraps around you, and probably wouldn't let go until morning. Or until he decides to let you go.
If you get up, he notices immediately. Light sleeper, heavy cuddler.
Mansk would likely text like a dad.
“On my way.”
“Eat.”
“Where are you.”
But he does save pictures you send him, either being something dumb or not
He doesn’t get jealous easily, but he gets territorial.
If someone flirts with you, he doesn’t start drama — he just appears behind you and stares until the person evaporates.
You tease him about it, and he pretends he’s not affected.
I could see Mansk probably carrying you, like bridal style or something like that.
He wouldn't complain either and would just do it
Uhhh okay that's basically all I've got for headcannons
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.
Summary: Literally a few small blurbs of the different times your lovers have caught you being fucked by your other lovers. I want to start writing for poly recoms cause I've been reading that and there isn't enough and it's a hyper fixation so imma flood the market, I love poly shit. I wanted to get a feel for them first so this is just a short guy and I'll hopefully write something much longer and more detailed soon.
Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, explicit language, public sex
You were on the bench in the recom-only gym, your knees and elbows resting on the bench as Lyle held your hips and fucked into you. He was relentless too, your head hung low as you moaned out loudly. Lyle stared at the large gym mirrors to watch as he fucked you, it only made him hornier, somehow. He lifted his one leg up to rest on the bench to thrust into you harder.
Then the door opened and some other recoms walked in.
“Dude what the hell,” Lopez said.
“You started the show without us?” Walker laughed out.
“Hell yeah,” Lyle chuckled.
Prager who stood there shocked, finally moved, he moved in front of your face.
“That good baby? Is Lyle fucking you good?”
You nodded.
Lyle grabbed your braid and pulled your head back and you cried out.
“Words buttercup.”
“It feels so good. Lyle’s cock feels so good, so deep.”
Prager’s hand caressed your cheek, “you look fucked dumb baby. Think you can handle another after Lyle?”
“Maybe. She’s cummed four times already.”
“Explains why she can barely hold herself up,” Lopez laughed.
“Just wait till the Colonel sees this,” Walker chuckled sitting down on a different bench.
Funny enough even though you were dating all of the recoms, you did still enjoy a semblance of privacy. However, that is thrown out of the window with the number of times you are engaged in sexual activity in public spaces and your other lovers enter. Like the time Zdog decided that eating you out on the canteen table was a great idea. They all knew what they did was no secret, they were worried about privacy when places they were doing these things were in recom only areas.
Your hand was gripping onto the hairs of Zdog’s mohawk as her face was pushed in between your thighs. Your back was resting on the corner of the table and your legs were resting over Zdog’s shoulders and onto her back. Your head was thrown back and pressed into the silver metal table, it would’ve been freezing if you were sweating currently. The door opened to Lyle, Miles and Ja, they stopped in their tracks, you didn’t hear a thing until you heard Lyle snicker.
Your tired eyes opened and you used your abs to slightly lift your head and shoulders off the table to see who entered.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Miles chuckled.
Ja’s face was a bright purple, the blush was so deep on this poor boy, he’d never walked in on one of his lovers in the act. He knew about it, he knew it was happening around the base, and his lovers talked about it. He had just never experienced it and this poor innocent little boy couldn’t take it. He had watched his lovers fuck you before and had fucked you while the others watched but that was all planned, it was never like this.
Lyle clapped his hands on Ja’s shoulder, “too much for you baby boy.”
Ja shook his head, “just caught off guard.”
“Mhm,” Miles said as he came up to you and squatted down by your face and you moved your head over to look at him.
Zdog knew exactly what she was doing, she was playing a game, and she was holding you back until the right moment. As Miles brushed some hair out of your face and went to speak, probably something very degrading. Zdog made you cum, your eyes squeezed shut and your head moved closer to your body. Your hand gripped Zdog’s hair harder and gripped the side of the stainless-steel table, Miles smirked at your reaction, all the boys did, they knew what just happened.
“You really know what you're doing Z. Always waiting for the right moment,” Miles said.
Zdog pulled away from your dripping pussy and smiled at Miles before she went to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself. Your hands wrapped around her neck as you kissed her, your tongue licking up her chin, you only now can hear the sounds of Ja’s sweet soft moans. You open your eyes to look at what is happening, Zdog moves from your mouth to kiss down your neck.
Currently, Lyle had his hand down Ja’s pants and was stroking him to heaven, the poor boy was so turned on and very hard but couldn’t bring himself to touch himself, so Lyle did it for him. Zdog sat you up and removed your RDA standard issue tank top and helped you take your tight sports bra off.
“So, which one of you boys wants her first?”
Better yet, everyone's favourite time was when you were all going on your first mission as recoms and you all agreed that there was to be no funny business. But Lopez can’t keep his hands to himself and as they are taking off, he already has two fingers in you. Some looked at him with a ‘really?’ face and others, Lyle, had the biggest smirk.
Lopez leaned into your ear, “better stay quiet, don’t want any of the little guys to hear.”
His snicker and his command made you squirm and he knew it too, he knew that’d get you going, he wanted the human pilots to hear and see. He wanted those humans to see that he could get pussy on the reg and they were still fucking their fists at night.
“Colonel gave us strict orders to follow and you can’t keep your hands to yourself for five minutes?” Mansk said from across Lopez.
Lopez stared at his fanged smile in the reflection of Mansk’s glasses, “she’s just sitting here, lookin’ all pretty, what did you expect me to do?”
“Listen to direct orders?”
“Like he wouldn’t fuck her now if he could?”
“We all would, but we have responsibilities. Did you not get enough of her last night?”
Lopez’s fingers still curled within you as your hips thrusted to make his fingers move more, your eyebrows were pressed together as you could feel pleasure building.
“Look at that, I’ll never get enough. How could any of y’all stay soft seeing this.”
“Because we fucked her last night.”
“I mean so did I, but this face never leaves my thoughts.”
“Geez, you guys are worse than Lyle,” Walker spoke up with a laugh.
“Hey, I mean it is nice, I’ll side with Lopez on that. I’ll always get bricked up for that.”
“You know, as much as I enjoy this and getting off is amazing. We have a job to do and I’d rather not be horny all mission,” you panted out.
“Fine, you win,” Lopez pulled his fingers out and pulled his mask down enough to suck his fingers before placing the mask where it originally was. “But this ain’t over when we get back ooo boy.”
Even better that time you all had a whole bunch of medical appointments after you first woke up but decided that fucking was a great idea before that. You were all so used to it as humans that waking up in your Na’vi bodies didn’t change anything. Going to physicals with multiple bite marks and hickies and bruises, made all the scientists nervous, they questioned you all about it. Of course, none of you told them what actually happened.
