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how would the recoms react to their fem recom s/o wanting them to ✨️casually✨️ rub their clit that leads to maybe some mutual touching/masturbation 👀

Hello! Yes, I'll be posting oneshots based on this prompt! Will do one for Miles, Lyle, Mansk, and ZDog! Miles' will be posted shorty!

*update* - First one posted! Will add links here as the fics are published!

Miles Quaritch

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

ZDog

BEING OBSESSED WITH HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS—Headcanons + scenario on Recom Lyle obsessing over his ex! lover

#WARNING(S)— dark lyle(?)obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts,non-consent touching, personality crisis(?)identity crisis(?) sniffing kink(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

No matter how hard he tried, how much effort he put into himself— wether by causing mischief or even going as far as hurting himself you still wouldn’t turn your head to him. As much as he loved the chase he was starting to get frustrated. The only time you’ve ever gone to look for him was to scream at him, claiming how he couldn’t just scare the man you were interested in. How he can’t just walk back into your life expecting things to go his way. Couldn’t you see he simply wanted things to go back the way they were. The way it’s meant to be— how it’s suppose to be. With you in his arms, giving him that pretty smile and batting your eyes at him.

There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t by your side. He was always near, with a bouquet of flowers from the wildlife of Pandora or any odd fruits he found in the forest. He would continue this for many months, ignoring the way his gifts were left untouched. He didn’t mind one bit, claiming that they just didn’t catch your attention (A lie he often told himself to cope with) He would simply have to gain your attention in a different manner.

An opportunity had come by when he met you at the gym by chance. Laughing with the man you were interested in. His tail flicked in agitation, you acted so normal to everyone else. Giving them attention and affection while he wasn’t even given a speck. To cope with his newfound aggression he turned back to his weights, adding pile after pile. Muscles tensing as he tested out the new strength his body possessed. Placing his weights down, he glanced over to your direction finding you gone.

His lips curled up into a snarl, obviously displeased from your disappearance. You wouldn’t be off somewhere with the man you were seeing, right? A low growl rumbled against his chest, he stalked off looking for any hints he could find you. His nose twitched catching scent of something sweet. He was familiar with the sugary smell— when he was human he often found himself with his nose buried in your neck finding peace in your scent. Like a dog he trailed after the smell, footsteps quickening as he got closer.

His ears flattened against his skull, pupils shrinking as he caught sight of you flirting with your male companion. His canines gritting against each other, tail lashing behind him. Short hisses escaping past his lips, nose flaring as he walked up to the two of you pushing the man to the ground. He ignored your shouting behind him, focusing on the man you were cozying up to. He picked him up by the collar of his shirt, enjoying the thrill he gets in being stronger than him. His gaze would shift towards you expecting a bright smile and opened arms but alas he was met with a look of horror.

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Reeling back his fist, Lyle landed a square punch on his jaw. Enjoying the sickening crunch that erupted from his attack. The man fell down in one hit, moaning and groaning in pain as he cradled his jaw. Lyle barked out a snicker, ❝ Oh, man, that is just sad ❞ His fun was cut short as you screamed. You rushed past him, dropping down to the ground as you frantically checked the man moaning in pain. Lyle scoffed, tail flicking in annoyance. Just what is it about him that catches your attention?

His hand gripped onto your forearm, ❝ Let’s go, buttercup ❞ you struggled against his grip. Screaming out protest as you tried to reach the wounded man. However, it proved to be fruitless, he was far much stronger than you. Your footsteps could barley keep up with his pace, occasionally tripping on your own as he dragged you past corridors. Your hands whacked his back countless times, yelling and screaming at him. ❝ Now— don’t be like that, hmm? What do we say we go to my room and talk this out yeah? Wouldn’t you like that baby? ❞ Without waiting for an answer, he dragged you towards his dorm. Opening the door he tossed you inside as if you were nothing but a rag doll to him.

You scowled at his brutish behavior ❝ Enough of this! I don’t want to be here— I told you I don’t want anything to do with you! ❞ He ignored your words, rather busying himself at staring you down. You were so small— so cute. Noticing his clouded gaze you made a run for the door. But alas it was a failure, his hands wrapped around your waist tossing you towards his bed. You bounced from the impact, scrambling to get off. Lyle pounced on you, caging you between his arms ❝Come on now, it’s me— your boyfriend! Quit struggling so much❞ You shook your head, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

He ran his hands up your body, memorizing the familiar shape he once traced in his past life. He groped whatever he was able to access, squeezing your waist noticing just how small you are to him. His hand was big enough to cover your entire stomach. Slowly, he brought his lips towards your neck, leaving traces of wet kisses. His nose flared as he inhaled your scent at the corner of your nape, a grin curved up the corner of his lips. His tail curled, it was exactly how he remembers you— so plaint for him.

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BEING HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— being the ex lover of human Lyle Wainfleet and meeting yandere! Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

#WARNING(S)— yandere behavior, obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts, unhealthy fixation, stalking, personality crisis(?), delusion/illusion(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

When he first woke up he was confused, the last thing he remembered was signing papers to a project the RDA offered. They promised a large sum of money and what type of man would he be to deny that? To deny you that? It was more than enough to buy a house and settle down with you once he rotates back to earth with you. Or at least that’s what was suppose to happen. No— fate had other plans for him.

Turns out he’s been dead for sixteen years and recently brought back from the dead by project Phoenix. He felt invincible— he cheated death. Who else can brag about that? He was comfortable with who he became— sure it felt odd to look like the enemy but he got over it. He wasn’t them— no he was human on the inside; something you struggled to accept.

It took him quite a while to remember you, far too occupied with his new body and meeting the rest of his old comrades. It comes up quick— like a flash of thunder. He stills completely, pupils slitting as his tail laid flat unmoving. His teammates were confused from his sudden change of demeanor. It only took a second before he shouted your name running to any poor labcoat, he pestered them about your whereabouts. If you were still working for the RDA or rotated back to earth. To his surprise you were still working for the RDA— he was thrilled.

You were escorted to him, oddly confused from the unexpected summon. You were given no details but to accompany them quickly. When the doors open you were met with a na’vi with military gear on. Tail waggling and eyes brightening as they caught on to you. “Buttercup!”an endearment your ex boyfriend often called you. Your breath hitched as you stared up at him, eyes wide like craters. Unknown to him he didnt catch sight of your horror stricken face as he scooped you up in his arms laughing.

You were horrified to say the least— this na’vi had similarities of your ex boyfriend who died sixteen years ago. They had the same face, same goofy smile— everything. But it wasn’t him— this wasn’t him. You struggled agaisnt his embrace, clawing and screaming as you trashed. He placed you down, confused by your erratic behavior. The wheels in his head clicked, understanding why you were behaving like this. He placed a hand over his chest claiming that he was your boyfriend— that he is Lyle Wainfleet. They transferred his memories into this body in case anything happened to his human body.

His ears flattened agaisnt his head when he saw you shook your head “Lyle Wainfleet died in battle— he’s dead. You’re not him, you can talk like him, you can quack like him but you ain’t him. So who the fuck are you?“ You stormed off without another word with anger written in your face. You left him there with ears pinned down and tail droopy. His comrades tried cheering him up, claiming you’ll come around and accept him. But you didn’t— not once did you come back to him. If anything you ignored him— no matter how hard he tried, it was like he was invisible to you.

His heart ached for you, it wasn’t the same without you. You— the one person he adores and loved didn’t want him. Sure he is a clone but he still is the same man. He’s still the man you once fell in love with. He’s certain he can make you see him for who he is now. At one point he couldn’t understand why you weren’t accepting of him— unless you had fallen in love with someone else. Cue the stalking and questioning anyone around you. With his new size he was able to intimidate others for information regarding any new lovers or any drastic changes.

There were whispers that you were interested in another man— someone that isn’t him. He was furious when he heard of this, tail lashing behind him, a low rumble in his chest. He tracked the man down, teeth bare as he snarled. He was small— weak. He didn’t deserve you, he couldn’t protect you like he could. His comrades were behind him as they jeered and bullied the poor guy. Lyle was doing the right thing— this was his mentality now. If he can’t have you neither can anyone else.