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 ;;
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.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ After being fatally wounded in war, the RDA decides to add you to the recom team, bringing you back in blue. Feelings arise with the complex feeling of being brought back from the dead, and you're forced to face them.
Everything was black, then boom, a big white light all over your face.
Your eyes opened and you groaned, but as you saw blue figures near you, your body entered fight or flight mode.
Your vision was blurry and your head dizzy, feeling like goddamn Frankenstein.
As the figures turned to you, you kicked one right in the chest, your ears slightly ringing as they spoke, but you had no time- what the fuck happened? You needed to escape from wherever the fuck you were.
It was a bit hard when the fuss got the stretcher’s sheets tangled on your legs, making you trip and fall facefirst as you tried to escape.
But to your surprise, you heard familiar voices, your head clearing up as a couple of hands helped you up.
No fucking way.
Your mouth opened in surprise, your teammates were all big and blue, giving you smiles that showed their new fangs, and the biggest surprise? As you looked down, you realized that you looked like that too, damn.
Even the colonel was there, inspecting his fangs against the reflection of the glass.
You untangled your legs from the sheets and got up, grabbing onto Lyle’s shoulder for support.
Now you took a good look at everyone, fuck, this seemed like some sort of alternate universe. Soldiers made to kill all those blue monkeys now in the skin of the enemy, but you wouldn’t lie, it felt cool as fuck to have… All this, a tail, ears you could freely move, fangs, being tall, etc.
They even put your tattoos into this new body- a nice detail you noticed.
The sound of chewing gum behind you made you quickly turn around, opening your arms as you recognized your girl, Zdinarsik- or as you called her, Zdi.
Your hand let go of Lyle as you stepped towards her, her arms crossed over her chest as she chewed the pink bubblegum, raising an eyebrow with a small smile as you two stared at each other.
“Blue suits ya’” She said, looking you up and down, your tail giving an excited flick. Thankfully everyone was busy seeing who was left to wake up, otherwise you knew they’d tease you for not even spending 5 minutes on this new body without being eye-fucking Zdi.
The next hour was spent with exams, scientists making sure you were completely functional, as sure as hell the fact you spent some years sleeping, well, more like dead after Neytiri shot you an arrow between the eyebrows.
The current exam was an electroencephalogram, the machines giving the information about your brain waves as you laid down on a stretcher.
You didn’t remember your death, as you were only a " copy” of the real you, the human you.
But you had been told how it happened. It angered you how careless you had been, how… Forgettable your death had been.
Fuck, you were a mercenary, second best sniper after Wainfleet- killed like a fucking dumbass by blue bitch.
“EEG’s stable… wait- no. Neural activity is spiking.” Said one of the scientists. You let out a sigh, crying about spilled milk wasn’t going to do anything.
After the tests were done, you went back to your designated room. It was small, only a bed and a small night stand, everything a sterile white. You put on the clothes they left you, a dark green tank top and some darker pants, your dog-tags hanging from your neck as you finished changing.
You decided to snoop around on what else they gave you.
A few protein bars, a small notebook and a RDA pen, two condoms which made you let out a whistle, if the RDA is adding these things, means some sort of incident happened. And some clean underwear with some more copies of your current clothes.
Your ears moved back as you heard a small squeak of a boot- as subtle as it was, you had already realized how much better your hearing was in this new body.
If it was Wainfleet sneaking into your room, you swore to God you’d kill him-
But upon turning around, you saw Zdinarsik, your frown changing into a more flirty face.
“Missing me already toots?” You said before mentally berating yourself for sounding like Quaritch.
“I miss my bitch” She said before closing the distance between you two, for once she wasn’t chewing gum- her tongue quickly entering your mouth as her hands went to your hips, pushing you against the wall.
The relationship between you and Zdi wasn’t clear, fuck, not even for you. You were at least in some sort of thing- as once someone had made a move on you and she was quickly to shut them off.
But then again, she had never shown any interest on you besides some fucking here and there, and had the very endearing nickname “bitch” for you, in private, of course, but at least when not in missions she’d refer to you as hers, just as you called her yours too.
In missions she was strictly professional… Whenever she wasn’t groping your ass when no one looked.
Her hands were already under your tank top, hands cupping your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples until they got hard, her leg settling between your thighs, letting you grind on them.
She was always quick like this, efficient. Unlike your past lovers, she at least focused on your pleasure first.
You moved your hips along her thigh, your hands finding her breasts over her tank top, your kiss a mess of tongues and saliva, muffled groans and moans.
Your lower abdomen was on fire, your face tinted a violet hue as she broke the kiss- but you were quickly brought back to your senses as you felt her grab your kuru.
You weren’t a Na’vi expert, but fuck, wasn’t that like, extremely intimate? What if she saw your conflicting thoughts about her? How you wanted her for real, not just for a quick fuck here and there.
“Wait, Zdi-” You quickly said, pulling your kuru away from her grasp, already seeing her annoyed expression.
“Don’t tell me you believe all that hippie na’vi shit about tsaheylu- aren’t you curious how it feels to fuck with these things connected?” She said, reaching again for your braid.
You got out of her grasp, feeling awkward. “No- i- i don’t care about that. It’s just that-” You couldn’t explain it. It’d make things awkward if she saw and felt your true emotions. You were a soldier, able to kill by command, yet here you were, stumbling over your words over some quick fuck.
You were interrupted by Ardmore speaking through the comms, calling the recom team for a brief meeting. You awkwardly stepped to the side and fixed your shirt. “Look, I just-” You began, thinking of a way to get out of this without making it as awkward as it was right now.
However Zdinarsik merely put on that working bravado and spoke, “We should go” She said, turning around and leaving your room, leaving you about to puke your feelings out.
In the name of baby Jesus, you need to get a grip. What’s even the deal? Before the war, you didn’t really think of her this way, but a few hours in a new body and suddenly you were all sappy and full of feelings.
Maybe, it was the fact you knew you already died once hiding your feelings.
Get it together. You tell yourself, and go out of your room to go hear Ardmore complain for like 3 hours.
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You finally arrive at Pandora after a few days of traveling through space.
And right now? Apparently it’s celebration time, you know, sharing some beers Lyle somehow sneaked in, having some time to yourselves before you all get deployed to find Jake Sully.
You fidget with your dog tags in your hands, brows slightly furrowed as you were lost in thought, beer in hand.
There was a dart board with a printed photo of Jake Sully, almost all darts had landed directly on his face, making you let out a small laugh as you sipped your beer.
That asshole. If he hadn’t betrayed his race for some blue tail, you’d still be alive and normal, and not… Fucking blue, both physically and mentally.
You wondered if the other recoms felt the same weird way. You wondered what truly happened in the war- since you had no memory implanted of that, you can only imagine what people told you.
You even saw a video feed of the moment of your death- for some fucked up reason you insisted on seeing it. All it took was your gun jamming at the wrong moment, and next thing you saw was Neytiri’s green arrow landing right in your face.
A quick, clean death, but humilliating as fuck.
Once again, you were going down the depression hole. For fucks sake, this was your chance to get wasted before you’d spend god knows how long trailing after the resistance.
You got up from your chair, grabbing another beer. Another one followed after that until you were drunkenly yapping to one of the other soldiers.
She was human, and you took in the size difference, you had to look down to see her, but even then the brave gal threw a few flirts here and there.
Perhaps she was into aliens, you thought. You were as close as a civilized one, but only because you had your human mind engraved into your head. You had heard of freaky people, but damn, if you were still in your original body you wouldn’t even touch a Na’vi with a ten foot pole.
What if you had been kept as a human, but Zdi was turned into a recom? The little voice in your head asked you. Maybe it was your drunk mind, but fuck yeah, you’d make and exception. If anything, this new badass look they gave her made you feel warm in all kinds of places.
Speaking of the devil, you could feel her stare on you, could hear the faint sound of her popping her chewing gum’s bubble.
You looked to the side, seeing her staring at you with her arms crossed, her face a mask of nonchalance. Your tail gave a curious flick, making her eyes go from your face down to your rear, almost eating you with its intensity.
The woman in front of you tugged your arm, handing you another beer.
You smiled at her, grabbing it and taking a long swig, making her laugh.
Out of the whole team, you were the worst with handling alcohol, you just learnt. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, but you were feeling like you’d puke any moment now, your tail lazily moving from side to side, and your mind barely on whatever this girl was now talking about.
“I’m going to bed now” You told her suddenly, making her blink a few times she nodded, a subtle blush appearing on her face.
“I can walk you to your room if you want. It’s dangerous to be drunk and alone” She said, her hand shyly placing over yours on the beer, taking it out of your hands and placing it on a table nearby.
You were fully aware this wasn’t in the most innocent ways- who in their right mind would try to attack a recom soldier with years of experience? You were pretty sure you could use your bare hands to crack a skull, or maybe it was the alcohol making you feel invincible.
Before you realized it, you were in front of your door, as you opened it, the woman -who’s name you never bothered to even remember- entered, sitting on your bed with a smile, her cheeks blushing.
“I’ll uhhh, go to the bathroom to sober up a lil’” You said before swallowing your own saliva. As you locked yourself in the bathroom attached to your small room, you sat over the toilet, hands rubbing your face.
Fuck. Get it together, just… Splash some cold water, drink some of it too, go out and politely tell her you aren’t interested.
Fuck. Did Zdi see you leave with her? You were completely fucked if she did so.
You splashed cold water on your face until the dizzy feeling began fading off, bringing you to a sober state, after chugging more water you took a deep breath and stood up. Posture straight, chin up.
As you stepped out of the bathroom, you were surprised to not see the woman from before, but instead Zdinarsik laying down on your bed, using her elbows for support to have her top half up, her eyes staring at you.
You noticed she wasn’t chewing gum, which meant she came here for a reason you knew pretty well.
“You look pathetic” She said with a grin, noticing how water droplets ran down your face and neck, the front of your tank top slightly wet as well. Her tail playfully moved under her.
You ran a hand through your hair as you stood awkwardly there. What had happened with the other woman? “Nothing happened between us. I was going to tell her to leave” You decided to explain first your situation, for some reason even though you had no obligation to do so.
You were nothing more than a quick fuck to the other. Your ears lowered at the thought, making her raise an eyebrow, sitting up on your bed.
“I know. But i also made sure she doesn’t try to get with someone else’s bitch again” She said, smiling at your reaction.
The degrading nickname made a warmth start spreading on your lower half. You walked towards her, kicking your boots as you sat on her lap, facing her.
Her hands were quick to place themselves on your waist, one of them moved from your waist down to your zipper, pulling it down and then sneaking inside your pants, her cold hand quickly passing your panties and pressing down on your clit, rubbing slow teasing circles.
“Jesus-” You said. You always forgot how quickly she acted. But you began moving your hips along her hand. Your body began making a sound almost like a purr.
You pressed your lips against hers, pushing her down as her hand continued working under your pants. One of your hands moved to her breasts, lifting her tank top and pushing her bra down, fingers quickly working on her blue nipples.
But it wasn’t enough, you needed more of her.
Your mouth left hers and moved down her neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses down her slender shape, until you found her breast, sucking on it as your hands moved to pull your pants down, pulling them down your legs as her hand retreated to make it easier for you. As your pants were off, your panties followed, and then you began tugging at her pants.
Soon enough you were both completely naked. Your eyes admiring these new bodies. You were technically the same, but at the same time so different. Your stripes were different than hers, each luminescent spot on your skin placed in different parts than hers.
She noticed your staring, and raised an eyebrow.
You cursed under your breath as you came back to reality, cheeks blushing a violet tone. “Sorry” You muttered before getting into position.
You put one of her legs over your shoulder, getting into a scissoring position, biting back a moan as you felt the moment her wet cunt pressed against yours, slicks joining, your nerves going on fire as you began slowly rolling your hips, her also moving hers.
The slow movements began becoming more accelerated, hushed sounds filling the room as one of your hands held onto her waist for support, Zdi was dirty talking, adding to your quickly approaching orgasm.
Her cunt was warm and soaking, and as you looked down you could see how your juices slicked both your cunts. Your ears moved along with the scissoring, each time you’d rub they’d go down as your brows furrowed in pleasure, and from biting your lip so much as to not make much noise, your fangs had made a small cut in your lower lip.
“Cum, you little bitch” She said, rolling her hips quicker, her hand now holding her leg that was over your shoulder up, giving you the best view possible.
“Nghn- Let’s do it” You said in a needy voice, grabbing your braid’s end. Tsaheylu. It was the heat of the moment not letting you fully think this over. “I want you to feel how i cum” You added.
There was a small flicker of doubt in her eyes, as she still remembered how reserved you had been earlier that day when she proposed it.
But she was quick to react, grabbing her own and joining the small pink tendrils between you two.
It felt like bliss. As if for a second, you had left your body and was now in her head. Saw her life inside her head, felt her feelings in your heart, as if you two had synchronized.
You continued rubbing each other, pupils dilating as you let out a high-pitched moan, thighs trembling as you came, the feeling passing through the tsaheylu.
She wasn’t even close, but the sensation was so overwhelming it brought her to her own climax as well, both of you cumming at the same time, the sheets below your hips wet from your mixed arousal.
You plopped down next to her, the tsaheylu bond breaking from the movement.
You were still in your post-orgasmic bliss, taking deep breaths, not realizing that the tsaheylu didn’t mean only you could see inside her head, but hers into yours as well.
Your dread, your fears, your feelings.
She didn’t say anything. She just silently pulled you towards her, your head over her shoulder as her hand moved to your waist. She wasn’t caressing you, but simply putting herself there.
As small as it was, it meant something was there, a small hope.
