#miles quaritch fluff imagine

[blue-sadie]

Unplanned

Imagine:

Being spiders mom and one of the ones he calls traitor but when he sees you again he remembers all the things he love about you and to his surprise he falls in love with you all over again.

"Come with me, we can be a family again the three of us dam it we can even have another just join me"

[milequaritchsslut]

Aged Up Yandere Neteyam x Fem Reader Part 1

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, reader being very naive, teasing, mentions of death, possessiveness, fluff, manhandling, kissing, heavy manipulation, mentions of alcohol, marking, crying, tainted reality, abuse, reader being poisoned, worrying, yandere, name calling, fighting, violence,

Word count: 7.2k

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Anything you did was perfect in his eyes. His attraction towards you grew more and more everyday. Every interaction he shared with you, he cherished. He saw you as otherworldly. You were the only thing he thought of, everything he did reminded him of you. His interest in you was never ending, he wanted you with him at all times. But he didn’t want to frighten you, in fact he didn’t want you to know at all. He was smart about it, never talking about you to his family or friends. Always denying his interest in you whenever his friends asked. You were his only hobby, the only thing on this planet that Interested him.

The women of his clan seemed to also have an interest in this young man. He was very attractive and this easily attracted attention. No matter what he did, some girl would compliment him on it. It was nice at first, but he soon became more and more annoyed by these basic women. He couldn’t believe the nerve they had, thinking they were good enough for him? Nobody was good enough for him, only you. You were his one true love, the only woman who was more than worthy of his attention.

Though you never thought of it that way, you hadn’t noticed his lingering stares or how he always made excuses to see you. You kept to yourself most of the time, you weren’t shy or anything. You just didn’t like sharing yourself with others. Except for him, Neteyam Sully never judged you. He was so trustworthy in your eyes, you two had become very close over the last year. You considered him your best friend, though you wished he could be more than that. You were delusional at this point, he was so obviously in love with you.

Even your friends had made you aware of it. When you’d talk to them about him. Sitting in your hut while you weaved your bracelets and necklaces with beautiful pearls and crystals found around the forest. Your friend Kimpi sitting next to you, weaving a pearl bracelet for her mothers birthday had butted into the coversation between you and your close friend Zurka. “So y/n when are you and Neteyam getting mated” she teased, a smile spreading on her dark blue skin. “Kimpi he does not like me like that! We are just close friends” you stated, still so convinced he didn’t share feelings with you. “Y/n he’s always looking at you!” Zurka pushed, grabbing a Pearl from Kimpi’s pile.

Your skin soon turned dark getting flustered at the thought of him staring you down. His eyes were deeper then the heat of the sun, and his lashes thicker than any you’d ever seen. “I’m too scared to say anything anyways” you confessed, changing your position from being hunched over for so long. You were planning on giving this necklace to Neteyam as a gift.

You were always giving him things to remind him of you. Hand woven bracelets, a new knife holster he could use on trips, or just simple rocks you had found on the forest ground while adventuring. They were innocent little gifts you gave, you didn’t mean for them to be anything more. Though Neteyam had a different idea in mind, he cherished your gifts. He saved them all in his hut, always wearing them no matter how ridiculous they looked. If they came from you then they were perfect is how he saw it. His friends would tease him for wearing those girly bracelets saying things like “strong men don’t wear bracelets!” or “those look ridiculous Neteyam”. He scolded them each time, and they soon learned to never mention them. Whenever it came to you, he defended you with his life. He didn’t care if you were in the wrong, because in his mind you were right.

Today was your clans yearly celebration to welcome in growth and prosperity. The clan would feast before eclipse, and party till the sun came up. You had never went to it, scared you’d get too drunk. You had planned on staying home again this year but those plans would soon be forgotten. You and neteyam planned on going to the watering hole with a few of his and your friends for the day. Walking next to neteyam, he had his arm around your shoulder as you walked together. Neteyam was very touchy with you ever since you two had become close. You weren’t bothered by it, in fact you enjoyed having a strong guy like him having his hands on you. Though you did get flustered by his touch, you never stopped him. He loved having his hands on you, even just moving a strand of your hair out of the way made him happy. Any excuse to touch you he took it, but he was respectful about it. Making sure to never wander too low, scared to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey lovebirds, we’re almost there” Rawpi one of Neteyams friends announced, looking back at you two as he walked next to Zurka. With Kimpi and Kilun giggling in front of them. You averted your gaze to the mossy ground, from Rawpis comment.

“Hey don’t listen to him, he’s a skxwang” squeezing your shoulder, smiling down at your flustered state.

“Thanks Teyam” appreciative of his lightheartedness, you eased up and let the sun hit your dark blue skin once again. Today was especially hot, with no clouds covering the sky. Everyone had sweat beading down their faces, fanning themselves with whatever they could bring with them.

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Laying on the sandy ground with a rock supporting your head, you rested your eyes. You planned on sunbathing today, allowing its rays to burn into your skin seemed like a perfect day to you. Neteyam hesitating to join his friends, soon abandoned the idea and came over to you. He’d rather watch you lay in the sun, than not be in your welcoming presence. Walking over to your spread out figure, and ignoring his friends asking him to join them. He stood over you like a beast about to devour their prey, his eyes devoured your position. Wishing it could just be you and him, splayed on the sand holding each other letting the sun burn you both. Sitting down next to you he inhaled your scent, soon finding himself hovering over your body to engulf your scent.

”hey y/n” smiling down at you, now trapping you under him. He had dreamed of this, having you under him so many times, it was basically a memory indented into his mind. You were the only person on his mind, from sunrise to sunset. He was dedicated to you, he only wanted to make you happy. His obsession consumed him and every fiber of his being. He lived to please you and only you.

Opening your eyes, you stared up at the strange position he had you in. “N-neteyam why are you so close?” Flustered, your skin darkened again. Noticing this Neteyam giggled at your embarrassment, you got flustered so easily. “I wanted to lay with you y/n” brushing his finger past your warm cheek. You nodded, letting him shift his weight on your body. Laying his head onto your chest, he nuzzled into your embrace. Getting comfortable he began to purr as he held your frame in his hands. Closing his eyes, you did the same, brushing his soft braids with your hands. Smiling at his cuteness, he seemed so sweet, so innocent just wanting to lay with you.

As you rested neteyam couldn’t help but inhale your scent once again. Your scent distracted his concentration, you smelled so sweet to him. He wanted to attached himself to you, keeping you safe from the worlds dangers. He was possessive of you, always holding you close in public places, eyeing down any man who dared lay their eyes on you. He had to stop himself every time a man talked to you, imagining their dead body under him as he plunged his dagger deeper and deeper each time. He wished he could make you stay away from the outside world, wishing he was the only person you’d talk to, scared that you’d get hurt. In his eyes, he was the only person who could protect you, the only one you needed. He wished you would see that, that all you needed was him and nobody else. He wanted to control you, control every interaction you had with anyone who wasn’t him. You were so fragile, so innocent, anyone could corrupt your sweet little mind.

That was why he would claim you as his tonight, asking to be yours. No not asking, demanding you to submit to him. He had done everything to win you over, he never put you down, always complimenting your appearance, always taking you places you’d never been to, always standing up for you, never putting his responsibilities over you. He had created this image of himself that you saw that you could never stay away from. A man who would never hurt a fly, who would go out of his way to help his people. You entrusted him with all your secrets, which he always kept to himself. You had let your walls down for him, you had been hurt so many times by so many people. He was a breathe of fresh air to you, he loved you for who you really were.

The day went by fast, opening your eyes you had realized you had spent the day laying with neteyam. Looking down at neteyams position you noticed how tightly he was holding you, like you were his stuffed animal he slept with at night. The realization caused a smile to grow, looking up you saw your friends getting out of the water and heading towards you. “Ooo y/n and Neteyam are in looove” Kimpi teased, getting the other kids to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you softly shook neteyam out of his sleep to stop the embarrassment. Lifting his head up, his eyes were half awake looking up at your warm smile. “You are so comfortable to lay on y/n” he admitted, rubbing his head against your neck, trying to warm himself even more then he already was. “Neteyam we have to go it is almost eclipse” you warned, now even more embarrassed by his sudden actions. Lifting himself off of you he scanned your body for any sunburn. “Are you ok y/n? You are very warm” checking behind him, he noticed the group drawing closer.

Quickly removing himself from you, he lent out a hand. Neteyam had always been a ladies man. Always helping you out, even when you didn’t need it. But in his eyes you were a fragile piece of art that needed to be kept safe at all times. Not looking into his eyes as you replied “Thank you Teyam”. On the walk back you and neteyam talked about a handful of things. Mostly about the party later that night, Neteyam had told you he had to go to it as the chiefs son and invited you to join him.

“Idk Teyam, I don’t wanna get too drunk” the thought causing a laugh to erupt from your dry throat.

“I’ll make sure you don’t.” He suggested, he’d rather have you with him than with your friends. He didn’t like them much, he saw them as bad influences on you. They would be getting drunk with you, and he didn’t need them getting you into any trouble. “I’ll keep you by my side the whole time” Glancing back to your friends, you agreed hoping being with him would make it fun. You loved partying, it was one of your hobbies in fact. You were always out with your friends, getting invited to parties almost every night. You enjoyed it, it was how you let out your frustrations. Dancing the night away was your way of letting everything out.

By the time everyone had gotten back, the feast had already begun. You felt bad because you had made Neteyam late. But he reassured you his father wouldn’t be mad. Sitting next to him around the fire, you talked with him about his duties and how it was hard for him. “I’m sorry your father makes you do those things Teyam that’s not fair” offering him your drink. As he took a sip, you noticed Kimpi walking towards you and waving as she came closer. Kneeling down behind you “Hey some kids our age are having their own party. You and neteyam should come” glancing between the both of as she waited for you response. “No we’re gonna stay here but thanks” annoyed that she was even talking to him. “Cmon neteyam it’ll be fun” hoping he’d join you, you stood up waiting for him.

“Y/n that is not a good idea” his expression changed to one you had never seen. It kind of scared you, he seemed to be mad at you for suggesting it. “Yeah neteyam it’ll be fun” Kimpi joined in. His gaze darkened at her budding in “I wasn’t talking to you Kimpi” his voice stern as he talked. “Please neteyam, I promise I won’t drink” placing your hand on his shoulder, you rubbed it hoping it would calm him down. To your surprise it did, getting up he took your hand and nodded giving you a smile.

Kimpi had led you to a small bonfire with kids your age dancing and being loud. There was loud music coming from a radio left behind by the humans, that everyone was dancing to. You didn’t understand the words, but it was still catchy. Looking at neteyam you smiled as you ran to the mob of loud teens. Neteyam annoyed, went to get a drink, never taking his eyes off you. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t need any guys hitting on his future mate. Or even worse trying to take advantage of you.

As you danced, you hadn’t noticed the attention you had drawn to yourself. Someone in particular was eyeing your swaying frame, Kilun one of Neteyams friends. Who was already highly intoxicated from the booze walked towards you. Taking your hand in his he began to dance with you, looking up at him you immediately smiled. He was a mutual friend, who you enjoyed the company of. You innocently jumped with him, his hands moving to your waist. He drunkenly admired your hips shimmering in sweat. Moving his gaze to your face, he unapologetically winked playfully. You giggled at him, as he twirled you around and dipped you in his arms. As you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, Kilun quickly backed away leaving you standing by yourself. “Kilun where are you going?” Walking towards him, frantically wanting your dancing partner back. “S-stop y/n don’t come any closer” he warned, frightened he put his hand out to stop you from touching him, and turning around to leave you by yourself.

Unbeknownst to you neteyam had been watching you and Kilun the whole time. Rage engulfing his vision, he had decided to break you two apart, walking behind you. A dark aura surrounded him, causing people to back away from him in the crowd. His breathe had become hot and hitched, his hands balling into fists from the way Kilun handled you. As you stood there a large hand pulled you back. Their grip almost leaving a bruise on your arm. As you were pulled you turned to face them, stumbling on your feet as they dragged you out of crowd. “H-hey that hurts!” You protested, realizing it was Neteyam you studied his body language as he led you outside of the crowd.

Standing over you his chest heaved in vexation, anger seeped through his pores as he looked at you through his darkened eyelids. Your hands immediately went behind your back, scared by his body language you averted eye contact. Letting out a long breathe he spoke “I told you this wasn’t a good idea y/n, he had his hands all over you. Imagine what would have happened if I didn’t step in Hm?” He talked to you as if you were a child who just disobeyed their parents. “I-I’m sorry Neteyam” scared, your eyes started getting teary. You sniffled trying to keep them in, wiping your eyes as you looked down. Watching you, a wave of guilt moved through him. He shouldn’t have been so stern, now he had hurt you. “Hey, hey it’s ok y/n. I-I shouldn’t have been so mean I’m sorry” Pulling your small frame into him, as he wrapped his strong arms around you. The sudden contact caused your tears to finally come out. You cried into his chest, feeling the salty drops cover his chest. “I-I-It hurt when you pulled me Teyam” stuttering over your own words, as you held him close. Tears clouding your vision as your sobs filled his senses.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I just- I don’t want other men touching you like that. Because I- Idk how to say this y/n.” Holding you closer with every word. It broke his heart seeing you like this, and it being caused by his own actions. “Neteyam wh-what are you trying to say?” Pulling away to look into his eyes. Your sobs instantly stopped, awaiting his next words. Speaking first “I- I like you” you blurted out, caught up in the feeling that rode through your body. “I like you too y/n” he replied, slowly entangling his lips with your puffy ones. Your eyes closed shut, taking in the moment. You wrapped your hands into his braids, gripping them as he relentlessly indulged into your taste. You began kissing back, sliding your tongue through his soft lips. He tasted like sweet honey, made from the depths of heaven itself. Finally needing air you tried to pull back, but he only deepened the kiss holding you closer into his grip. Not letting you out of his comfort, you tasted too sweet to let go of. He had waited so long to taste you, just for you to pull back so quick.

As you finally freed yourself of his grip, you gasped for air. Letting the oxygen fill your lungs. Making eye contact with him, a sly smirk grew on his soft features from your heightened state. Smiling back, you rolled your eyes and you licked your lips letting yourself fall onto his muscular chest. “Am I a good kisser?” He asked, rubbing his hands on your head. A hint of sarcasm added at the end of his question. His chest still heaving from just seconds ago. Tightening your grip you nodded into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “Let’s take you home” he suggested as he took your hand leading you back to the village. Agreeing you followed him, the air seemed to change as you walked. It felt new and refreshing, maybe you were just tried? A smirk began to grow on his face once again. You were his now, he owned you, you were all for him to have, and he loved it. All his desires were falling into place, he loved you so much.

You were too beautiful for this world to see, he thought. You had looked so beautiful when you pulled away, your out of breathe state was embroidered into his mind. Your tears glazing your vision, the way your chest had heaved from one simple kiss ignited something in him. He needed you with him at all times, he was scared someone else would be able to see you in that state. That was for him and only him to see, he needed everyone to know that you were his. He needed to mark you, here and now. Without another thought, his lust entranced him. Pinning you against the first tree in his line of sight, he made room for his canines by moving your head out of the way for his. Startled by his actions your breathe stammered “Neteyam what are yo-“ being cut off by his fangs sinking deep into your neck.

You cried out in pain, tears coming down your face once again. Coming up to your face he quickly comforted you, peppering kisses from your cheek down to your neck. “I’m sorry baby- but I had to” placing one last kiss on your quivering lips. Your eyes filled with fear from the image in front of you. His pupils had dilated, frightened you stumbled on your words “T-Teyam your eyes-“ wiping your tears with his scruff hands he quieted you down “shh shh y/n it’s ok” placing another kiss on your temple. “Teyam you’re scaring me” you begged still shook from his past actions. “Baby you’re not thinking straight- everything's ok I got you” holding you in his arms. The way he comforted you, calmed you down. Made you think about your actions, maybe you weren’t thinking straight, now that you had thought about it you were really tired. He would never hurt you intentionally right? He’s a sweet guy, he’d never lie to you about something like that. Convinced you nodded, letting him wipe the tears from your rosy face.

“I-I’m sorry I overreacted Teyam” changing your gaze to the soft soil under you, embarrassed by your overreaction. His gaze softened at your innocent apology “Oh its ok baby, you’re just tired let’s get you home yeah?” Letting you stand up he reached for your hand again, leading you back to the village. That seemed like it was just yesterday now, you and neteyam have been a couple for a few months. You were always by his side, no matter where you two were the other was never far behind. Ever since you two got together it seemed almost like he never let you go out. It was always some excuse “But you hung out with them last week” or “It’s almost eclipse you shouldn’t be out” or “If you care about me you’ll listen to what I asked” . But he was just being kind, he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today you finally planned a day out with Kimpi and Zurka, you were having a picnic in the forest.

Excited, you got up early in the morning to get ready. As you got your basket ready, neteyam had walked in. Surprised you looked at him in confusion, it was still early in the morning and he wasn’t one to loose sleep so easily. “Neteyam why are you up so early?” You asked still filling up your basket. “I could ask you the same thing” annoyed he didn’t avert his gaze, waiting for you to pay attention to him. The room seemed to get hot with his presence, but you’ve gotten used to it. “Remember Teyam? I’m going out with Kimpi and Zurka!” Reminding him of your conversation you had about a week ago. Jogging his memory he sighed “You know I don’t like them y/n, they aren’t good for you”. You noticed how he had an agenda against them, but you just couldn’t understand why. They had never been mean to him in any way that you were aware of. Standing up to meet him you walked up, cupping his cheek in your hand before giving him a peck on his temple “I promise I’ll be safe” before walking past him. His hand quickly gripped onto your wrist causing you to stop in your tracks and look up at him. “This conversation is not done y/n” gaze darkening, as he looked at you through hooded eyes. “Neteyam that hurts” you pleaded, trying to rid of his grip. “why don’t you listen to me baby Hm? I don’t ask that much of you, why can’t you fucking listen to me?” Annoyed he let go of your wrist and walked out mumbling to himself as he did. Leaving you with your thoughts, why was he so cold to you sometimes? What had you done that was so wrong?

Walking out of your hut still a bit frizzled by what just happened, you went looking for Kimpi and Zurka, to find them waiting at the edge of the village. Waving to them, you watched their expressions change into smiles. “Hey guys!” You exchanged smiles as you began to walk with them. “Hey y/n! We haven’t hung out in forever it feels like!” Zurka suggested, as you drew closer to the picnic spot. “Oh yeah, neteyam has been so needy lately” you confessed, tired of him for now. “Well that’s actually one of the reasons we planned this picnic y/n” Kimpi added. Confused you shared looks at both of them. Coming to the spot, you set down the food. Zurka splayed out the blanket, as Kimpi got out the drinks. Once you all got settled , you spoke first. “So what did you guys want to talk about?” Sitting across from them both, as you plopped a berry in your mouth and took a sip of water.

“we don’t think neteyam is good for you y/n” Kimpi let out, she worried for you and your health. “It seems hes very controlling of everything you do, we don’t want you to be with someone like that”. Her position soon changed as she stiffed up, hoping you’d listen to them. “You’re always canceling plans because of him, and he’s very touchy with you when he’s mad y/n” Zurka added, they were wrong you thought. Neteyam would never ever hurt you, he loves you too much. He always tells you how he would never hurt, and he’s a man of his word. Maybe he was right, were they really jealous of your relationship? “Neteyam would never hurt me, he loves me too much. Stop worrying about me I promise you guys I’m ok” It seemed as if the air had gotten heavy, because your eyelids felt heavy. Blinking continuously, you tried to stay awake. Your friends noticing your sleepy state, Zurka confused came closer laying her hand on your shoulder trying to keep you awake “Y/n snap out of it” snapping in front of your face. Your vision blurry, you fell back closing your eyes.

Opening your eyes, your felt a hand underneath you. Looking up you blinked trying to make out the face hovering over you. It was Neteyams, “neteyam where’s Kimpi and Zurka?” Sitting up from his lap. Your hands coming to hold you up as you looked around. “They left you with me when you passed out” running his hands through your hair. “I was feeling fine though, I don’t know why I passed out” you added, still confused. “How long have I been here Teyam?” Turning to face him, you wrapped yourself around him with your face in the crook of his neck. “Oh about a few hours, I was worried for you y/n” planting a kiss on your neck as he talked.

“I don’t mean to worry you Teyam” saddened that your boyfriend would worry for you like that. He asked “Can I tell you something baby?” Moving your face to look at him, he looked into your eyes for approval. Nodding you let him speak “I think your friends might have poisoned your food”. “Teyam what are you saying?” “I’ve told you they aren’t good for you baby, and now look what happened when you hung out with them” taking in his words, you thought about what he said, “Teyam they would never do that to me!” Your thought process was wrecked a the thought they would really poison you, they were your best friends. But maybe he was right, they did say they didn’t want you to be with Neteyam. So maybe this was how they tried to break you apart. “Baby I would never lie to you about something like this, I don’t want you getting hurt” bringing you back into the hug he planted more kisses down your face as he rocked you in his arms.

“I-I know Teyam, they did tell me something though” all of a sudden he stopped, his movements came to a halt at your words. “What did they tell you baby?” Still holding you.“They don’t want you to be with me, they think you’re toxic and we shouldn’t be together” you confessed, tracing small circles on his back. A loud sigh came out of him, as if a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. “My love I told you they were jealous of us, now this shows that I was right” rubbing the base of your spine as he spoke. His embrace was warm, and subtle. You felt safe within him, so warm and inviting. You loved it when he held you, you would lay with each other for hours on end. Just laying in the sun, as he held you tight. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you Teyam” “I forgive you baby, you were just blinded by their jealousy“. After your conversation, you spent the rest of the day with neteyam in his hut. Kiri had come in to weave a knew hunting socket. Sitting criss crossed a few feet away from you and neteyam “so how was your picnic y/n?” Too focused on her weaving to look up. Looking at neteyam, he nodded as you explained.

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“I don’t think Kimpi would do that to you y/n, maybe you were just tired” Kiri said trying to give you a voice of reason.

Neteyam suddenly got stiff as he held you in his arms, your back flush to his chest. “Are you saying I’m wrong sister?” He asked, his breath coming out hard as he spoke. “No- I just think you need to rethink your decisions brother” finally looking up, only to be met with an angry figure making eye contact with her. “Neteyam are you-“ quickly being cut off “I knew it! You are jealous of me and y/n kiri, you are my sister you should be happy for me!” His voice loud, as the room ran cold. Astonished Kiri sat there for a long while, surprised by her brothers words. She’s been nothing but supportive of you and Neteyam’s relationship since the start. Always saying how cute you two looked together, never snitching on him when he snuck out to see you after eclipse. She was the last person on pandora who would ever want to break you two apart. She soon shook her head, as disgust washed over her face. Her brother’s accusations turning her demeanor cold.

Your ears twitched from the tension that had flooded the room. You didn’t understand what neteyam was talking about, you saw nothing but support from Kiri ever since you had got together. “Is that really what you think of me neteyam?” She asked, her current distraction now put to the side. “It’s the truth” gritting his teeth as he spoke. “You are ridiculous Neteyam!” Taking her hunting socket, and leaving the room she left you and Neteyam alone again. You were embarrassed by his actions, accusing his own sister of trying to break him up? Was he crazy or something? You moved yourself out of his grasp to sit in front of him. You had a worried look on your face as you sat looking at his uneasy state. “Teyam what has gotten into you? Kiri would never be jealous of us” Squinting at him, still confused you waited for his answer.

Neteyam still visibly angry, huffed at your response to his comment. “Have you never seen her eyes lingering on us before? She’s always looking at us, I can see the jealousy in her eyes. How have you never noticed it?” His ears lowering down, as he spoke. Worry soon replaced your confusion, as the words came out of him. “Teyam please don’t act this way towards your sister, she just wants what’s best for both of us” rubbing your hands up and down his thigh, hoping he’d calm down. He was annoyed with you, how could you not see what he saw? It was so blatantly obvious to him. You were one of a kind, and everyone wanted you. Everyone envied him for it, he was so lucky to have you and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it for him. Not Kiri, not your stupid friends, nobody would get in his way when it came to you. You deserved every gem that this beautiful planet could offer, every desire you ever had he would provide to you. Though you never asked him for much but his love, he never fell short from astonishing in your eyes.

But sometimes you couldn’t help but become disappointed in him when he got like this. You were disappointed in him, he was the next Olo’eyktan and he was making accusations left and right. He didn’t mean any harm right? He just wanted what was best for you both, and you needed to obey. He was more detailed than you when it came to these kinds of things, maybe you just weren’t aware. He was wise for his age, he must be right then. Neteyam noticing your discomforting state, he reached for your hand. Rubbing it a few times, and softening his body before he spoke “Y/n I know what I saw, and I need you to be on my side for this-Please?” Cupping your cheek in his hands, rubbing it softly as he waited. Looking down at your bracelet “ok” came out. Moving your gaze to his soft expression, as you obeyed him.

You hadn’t seen Kiri in weeks, after the incident with neteyam. You weren’t looking forward to the interaction anyways. Today you were working with Neytiri for Tshaik training. Since you and neteyam were almost of age to mate, Neytiri had been training you day in and day out. Inside of the nursing hut, you were hunched over a bowl as you crushed herbs to help an injured warrior. “Yes yes just like that y/n” Neytiri said encouraging your actions, as she bandaged up the warriors bloody arm. Hearing the curtain move, you turned your attention behind you watching Kiri walk in with her arm bleeding. Neytiri noticing she quickly asked you “Go and help Kiri” pointing to the injured girl across the room.

Nodding you got up and greeted her “Come sit Kiri” bringing her to the closest mat. Her expression changing into a small smile, she had expected you to be cold from your last interaction “Thank you y/n”. Sitting down in front of you, you quickly grabbed the supplies next to you and got to work. Grinding the herbs into your small bowl, you could feel Kiri’s eyes burning into your scalp. Clearing your throat you looked up meeting her gaze “So how have you been? I haven’t seen you in weeks” you spoke, out of pure curiosity. Excited to answer she replied quickly “Well I finished bonding with my ikran, she’s beautiful! Her name is Aruka” A happy Kiri was displayed in front of you, her smile was contagious. Causing her energy to spread to you, you smiled back “Oh Kiri that is great! I am so happy for you!” Your eyes full of happiness with your ears perked. Her wound coming back into your line of sight you asked “So what brought you here today?” Moving her hand out of the way, for a better look. It was a deep cut, it seemed to be made by a knife. “Oh uhm- I just cut myself” shying away from your gaze, you became curious as to why she was acting so strange. “Is that what really happened Kiri? You can tell me the truth” rubbing your hand on her knee, searching for her eye contact once again. Before speaking she let out a heavy breathe “It was neteyam, he attacked me”. Your heart dropped from her words. Worried you brought her into a hug before apologizing profusely. “Kiri I am sorry, he should have never done that. I’m going to talk to him about this, I am so sorry he did this to you. You didn’t deserve this” tears welled in your eyes, at the thought of neteyam being so cruel to his own sister. Kiri reassured you she was going to be ok, as you got back to patching her up.

The second you got done fulfilling your duties with Neytiri, you made a beeline to Neteyams hut. As you pulled the curtain back, you were met with a horrible smell. Looking around the hut you found him hunched over, cleaning off his hunting knife. Noticing your presence he quickly got up “My love I missed you!” Walking over, you quickly pushed him back. Too disgusted to hug him, “What is wrong with you!” Infuriated with your mate, you looked for an answer in his eyes.

“What are you talking about mate?” Also searching for an answer in your amber eyes. “Why would you do that to Kiri?” Eyes starting to tear at the image of Kiri’s injured arm. A smile crept onto his face, as if he was proud of his horrible actions. “Oh it’s just a little cut, she’ll be fine” as if that was reassuring to you. “No Neteyam you should have never done that!” you yelled back. Were you seriously yelling at him? Who did you think you were? Your yelling got him riled up. Mad he responded “She deserved it y/n!” He yelled back. He had never yelled at you before, you two had never fought like this. Backing away from his angered frame, he was scaring you. He had just pulled a knife on his own sister, and he was proud? “You are not the same person that you were when I met you” you confessed. Where was that beautiful boy you once knew? The boy who would hold you close, the boy who loved and cared for his siblings, the boy who you loved. All of this was too much for you, too much for your heart to handle.

So you did what came to mind first “I think we should take a break Neteyam” your voice low, as was your gaze. Too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. His heart dropped immediately, were you really going to believe his dumb sister over your own boyfriend? He wouldn’t let this happen, he was nothing without you. He might as well be taken back to Ewya if he couldn’t hold you in his arms. “Y/n your really going to take her side? She was jealous of us! She-She was talking bad about you to Lo’ak and I wouldn’t let that happen. I did it for you, she was the one who pulled the knife on me first!” His lies filled your senses, though you knew he was lying. You couldn’t help but believe him somewhat. Pulling you in for a hug not leaving time for you to respond, he kissed your temple. “Neteyam stop-“ but you were soon interrupted. “I love you y/n pl- please don’t leave me” surprisingly you felt a soft liquid dripping onto your face. To your surprise you looked up to find him crying, holding onto you tight.

Your heart instantly softened at his affection, did you really make this mighty warrior cry? God you were an idiot, why were you so mean to him? He just made a simple mistake right? Feeling bad you hugged him back right away. Letting him feel your tightness surround him and his senses. Feeling horrible about your actions you replied “I’m so sorry Neteyam, I’m not going to leave you- I love you” confessing to your mate. His grip tightened at your loving words, he loved hearing you say it. It was just something about the way you said I love you. It made his senses tingle, and his feet twitch. He loved you so much, he would practically move every mountain for you if you’d let him. He was the one, and you were his to have. But you still had a handful of questions for him “Just don’t ever do anything like that again” you begged, into the comfort of his chest.

I Hope you guys liked this! I’ll be making a part 2 to this if you guys enjoyed it! I would love feedback on this because I’m not too confident for this one so lmk!

Taglist: @ihatethridperiod @neteyam4life

[whxre-bxby]

Fluffy Lyle Wainfleet Art

@tigermoon3 thank you for the idea💕✨

I have mixed feeling about how it turned out, sorry. I hope you still like it💜.

Lyle at the bottom looks fucked😭the hair didn‘t work out on the bottom one either lmao I gave up there.

(I‘m also rlly sorry for giving Y/N specific looks but like I don‘t want to draw her naked with nothing and no skin colour, so I‘m sorry I hope it‘s fine)

Not me using Spider and Quaritch for reference💀

Side rant: stripes are such a pain to do

[afandommultiverse]

Bonjour !!!

J'apprécie ce que tu écris et je voulais te demander si tu pouvais écrire une fanfic avec des lemons de notre cher Colonel Quaritch humain s'il te plaît , voilà tout ✨

Translation: I appreciate what you write and I wanted to ask you if you could write a fanfic with lemons from our dear human Colonel Quaritch please, that's all ✨

❀ A/n: Hi!! Sorry I don’t know for sure if this is translated completely correct, but I would love to make some human Colonel content!! ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE UTTER LAG ON THIS REQUEST I GOT SO BUSY😭😭

❀ WC: 4.1k

❀ Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral (male receiving), fingering, penetration, AFAB! reader, mostly GN, uhh swearing, and Colonel Miles Quaritch is a warning himself🫶

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Since Miles came back as a recom he liked to remember. Remember life as a human, as a colonel, as a brigadier general, and even father back to a private back on earth. Every time he remembered, it seemed like he was going through it for the first time again. It was funny, how his senses seemed to even remember the memories now, building the feeling of actually having been there when he truly felt like he had only ever been here on Pandora. All this is how he remembered you.

He had been floating through a memory of being at a game, a baseball game, he thought, but he wasn’t watching the game. Some friends of his were talking around him, and that's when his eyes landed on you. God, you were a sight for sore eyes. Gorgeous hair, framing your face just right, and that smile, it was spellbinding. He was whipped the first time he ever laid eyes on you, and he was whipped the first time he remembered you all over again. He would never forget the way his name rolled off your tongue again. When you first said it back to him, he could almost hear it right next to his ear, breathy and sweet calling out to him from the past to re-open the wounds of an ex-lover.

He remembered fairly quickly that this story did not have a happy ending. That you were indeed the one that got away and he would always wish for. But every day before he went to bed, he would remember the story of you two together, like the chapters of a book, or acts of a play. He watched the beginning and downfall of you, and knew deep down he would do it all again, and maybe even change his own choices to keep you.

It started at that game. His friends dared him to go up to you, such a juvenile act, he thought. Even at such a young age, Miles was a wise ass; but he was thankful because now he had a sound excuse to ditch them and talk to you. My god, he wanted to talk to you. He wanted those pouty lips and soft lashes pointed toward him, bright eyes staring up at him, waiting for what he wanted to say. He wanted to hear your calm voice, and keep you beside him forever. So he went up to you, introduced himself like a gentleman, manners and all. He liked the way you blushed and blinked up at him, maybe not expecting the interaction, maybe embarrassed, he didn’t know yet.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miles.” He swore you purred it, eyes staring into him knowingly like you already knew you wouldn’t be friends. No, you’d both be much more to each other than either of you could handle.

He remembers the first night he took you out on the town. It was the first time you hung out as something other than acquaintances, something other than friends. You knew it, and he knew it, something had changed. It was a fun night, a night of driving and fast food, with stops at small views that showed the landscape of the dystopian city that framed them into the new world. You spent the whole night talking about anything and everything. Likes and dislikes, opinions and thoughts that never quite reach the open air with others. You would debate the certainties of life and fallacies, and even when you would disagree, you would shake it out with a smile, respecting each other and where they stood. He loved to make you laugh most of all, whether it be small harmless digs or a dirty joke you had to of seen coming. It never failed to make you laugh and joke with him back. He loved that laugh, his heart even sped up thinking about it. Even now, as he lay in his room on some ship coasting through space, he could hear your laugh echo in the walls of the room, as if you were here with him, living out these memories with him too.

During the night there was a pause, it was the first time in a while that there had been such a silence. Both of you talked out and were content with each other's presence as you looked out of a windshield together. Watching as ships went by in the sky, new technological developments had made the night skies more of a spectacle to watch now, and Miles knew the perfect spot. As you watched with an amazed look in your eyes from rockets flying in the sky, he watched you. Taking in your face, its curves, and angels, the plushness of your cheeks, the way your eyelashes kissed the top of said cheeks when you blinked. He couldn’t stop staring at you. You turned to look at him, a smile painted gently across your lips. He loved your lips.

“What is it?” You asked, chuckling, looking away for a second before looking back when he didn’t immediately answer. “Miles?”

“You are goddamn beautiful, y’know that?” You just laughed, shaking your head and saying a small thank you, but that wasn't good enough. “No, I mean it, I think you are the most beautiful person I ever met Y/n, inside and out. You can’t help but make me happy, no matter what you do.” He watched the way your eyes changed, tearing up a little. He didn’t mean to make you cry, but when you smiled, he knew he had done no wrong.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve met, Miles.”

Looking back on it now, he wanted to laugh at those words, none of them should have been used in the same sentence with his name. He grew up to be a monster, something you knew would happen and was part of your guy's downfall, but he was getting ahead of himself.

He remembered the first time you kissed him, behind an old movie theater in town where young couples like yourselves would go to make out. In all honesty, that is not why he brought you there. He just wanted somewhere where you could both talk without being interrupted by either of your loud uneasy households. But when you whispered to him to follow you back deeper down the alley, closer to a wall filled with names of past lovers carved in wildly, he didn’t protest any, especially when you stopped and looked at him, pushing him softly against the wall and pushing up on the tips of your toes to press your soft lips against his. He remembered the soft sigh released from you when he finally fell out of his shock and pulled you in close, kissing you back with a fervor he had been holding in the whole night. He couldn’t believe you kissed him first, but deep down he wouldn’t have had it any other way. You always kept surprising him.

At the time, he didn’t realize he had been with you for so long. Miles was so lost in you and couldn’t get enough, he wanted to stay with you forever. But this nagging feeling began to creep up the back of his neck, nerves pooling in his stomach. Something was wrong. He pulled away from you and released you from his arms. The whine of protest from your throat made him want to pull you back in, but he couldn’t shake the sudden new feeling.

The feeling ended up being a beating from his father, who claimed he was out too late with a no-good bitch who would only screw him over. Miles didn’t like when his father would project like that, and everything would have been fine had he not said anything back to him, but it was never that easy for Miles.

“You don’t talk about them like that! You don’t know a goddamn thing about Y/n!” Miles screamed, huffing and puffing, but it wasn’t five seconds later that his back was shoved against the wall of his room so hard he swore the wall caved in; there were plenty more of these identical indents throughout the house.

“Now you listen here boy, they’re all the same, and you’d be right to remember that from now on, or I’ll give you an old school whippin’ you won’t be so soon to forget.” He was screaming at himself to shut up in his head, but finally, he didn’t. He didn’t even remember what he said. Miles just knew the second his father's fist connected to the side of his face, he was out. He would later wake up to you gently shaking him on the floor, tears pooling in your eyes ready to drop down on his face. Before they did, he held his hand out and wiped them away. Above all, he found himself shushing you as you cried over him, holding his head in your lap, a frozen bag of pre-mixed vegetables pressed against the swelling on his cheek. You whisper why, to which he lovingly looked up at you, rubbing your cheek at an awkward angle, but it didn’t matter. You were here and you would stay here, his father was wrong.

He remembered the first time you would give yourself to him. He too would give himself to you. It wasn’t his first time, but it was the first time it truly meant something and mattered to him. It was something he could never forget again and was his favorite to revisit at night.

Miles never knew what you had in store that night. You were supposed to meet at a park together, but you had called him, asking him to come over to your house and watch a movie instead. He wondered why you decided to change plans and why you were so eager to get him to your house. When he got there, he noticed your parents' cars were gone and most of the lights off, the only ones on being in your bedroom and the front room by the door. When he knocked on the door, you were quick to answer and pull him in, embracing him for a long time. Your behavior confused him, wondering if something had happened. But rather than asking, he just wrapped himself around you a little tighter and brought his hand to comb through the back of your hair. You stood there for some time before you pulled away from his chest and looked into his eyes.

“Miles?”

“Yeah, sugar?” Your eyes flickered down for a second before meeting his again.

“I love you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead down to rest on yours.

“I love you too.” You let out a shaky breath and moved in slowly to kiss him. He remembers feeling you grip his t-shirt softly before you kissed him a little harder. It wasn’t long before he handed you against the wall of the hallway, one leg wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck. He didn’t know how far you would take this, but he would be following you every step of the way. When you pulled away for air, painting, you whined to him, and his brain almost short-circuited, taking in the request.

“Upstairs. Please, Miles, hurry.” He looked at you, face flush, lips red and swollen from kissing, your eyes hooded and glossy, begging to be taken upstairs, begging to be taken.

“A-..” He stopped, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” That was all he needed. He hoisted you up and wrapped your other leg around his waist, heeding your instructions to find your room. When he did, he wasted no time laying you down and getting to work. Pressing soft kisses against your neck, he loved the way your breath hitched, a short moan or whine following when he sucked on the delicate skin a little harder. Moving down further, he looked into your eyes as his hand hooked the hem of your shirt, asking for permission and rubbing against the skin underneath softly waiting for it. You nodded and even grabbed the hem yourself, pulling it up and over your head. Your hands went to unclip your bra, but Miles stopped you.

“You gotta let me do some unwrapping sugar, please.” He pouted, loving the way you laughed and laid back down, staring back up at him lovingly while you waited for his next move. He continued down from where he left off, kissed and nipped softly, before reaching the hem of your pajama pants. He pulled at the bow, which was tied there with his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled back. His goal was to make you as relaxed as possible, and he knew that the easiest way to get there was to be silly. Now, of course, he wanted to make you feel good, but first, you had to calm down. He kissed your navel when he returned to the hem and looked up at you again.

“I will stop whenever you want me to, you just let me know, okay Sugar?” You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“That’s not good enough, Sugar. I need you to say you understand, and you will stop me if it gets too much for you.” He was serious, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or make you uncomfortable. That seemed to relax you even more, knowing you were in good hands for tonight, and he cared whether you would enjoy this or not. You knew you made the right choice.

“I understand Miles, and I promise I will stop you if it’s too much.” He proceeded gently to pull the clothing down and set it aside softly, as he had done earlier before he started to kiss down your legs. Switching off between legs until he was at your center, fingers rubbed softly at your hips as they inched closer, finally breaching the panty line. He slipped his fingers between your lips, collecting the nervous arousal and bringing it up to rub a soft circle into your clit. Your breath hitched and gripped lightly at his wrist, legs closing a little in protest, but just slotted his hip between them, pushing them back and leaning down to litter kisses across your neck. He could feel your pulse thrumming under his lips, and when you began to rock your hips subtly against his fingers, the vibrations of your moans burned his mouth.

“That’s it Sugar, go at your own pace.” Your stomach churned with arousal at his words, heat flushing your face, embarrassed by the act of getting off on his fingers, but it felt too good to even think about stopping. Miles watched you rock your hips with fervor, getting more desperate with each rub. When he looked down, he could see clenching around the air, moving your hips up more so his finger would get closer.

“You tryin' to tell me something hm? Use your words, come on now.” You groaned in protest as his other hand came up to your hip and pressed you back down. Your hips came to a slow stop, but his fingers continued his little circles, but it wasn’t enough.

“Miles, please.” You begged, tightening your hold on his wrist a little and bringing his fingers lower, brushing softly against your entrance. He circled his finger around, before inching in slowly whispering,

“How could I say no to you?”

The way you sucked in his finger made his head spin and his dick throb in anticipation. He continued to push his finger in and out, using his thumb to continue circling your clit. He pulled back to watch you, glazed eyes half-lidded, staring up at him with pools of desire, rocking against his hand in earnest, chasing a high you’ve never quite achieved. It was a breathtaking sight that would never leave his memory. Even after all this time, when you were no doubt long gone, he could still remember the keen whine of his name falling off your lips as you tightened around him, pulling that string within in you, taunt. It was only when he began to rub the pad of his finger against your walls that you gush around him, clenching and unclenching around his finger as he rubbed that gummy spot you could never quite reach with your fingers. Your legs shook before ceasing, and a loud moan crawling up your throat released high-pitched as your climax pushed through you. Eyes clenched so tight shapes danced behind your lids until finally, you relaxed, panting heavily

When you regained vision, Miles sat above you with a smug grin as he lapped at his fingers covered in your slick. It was a sight to behold, and what came next only added to that. Miles began to unbutton his pants, pulling them down enough to slip his cock out from his boxers. He pumped himself a few times, keeping his eyes on you and the small mess he had already made you into.

“Do me a favor Sugar, c’mere and give me a kiss.” He ordered, tapping on your leg softly. You complied, sitting up a little shakily and pushing yourself to him, meeting his lips in a hungry kiss and submitting to him almost immediately. His hands wrapped around you and unclipped your bra, bringing it down your arms and pushing it to the side before his hands came up to grasp each breast. Softly tugging at your nipples and rolling them around in his fingers. He was so caught up between your lips and the soft torture on your breasts that he hadn’t noticed your head slip between you both and grasp him. He sucked in a huge breath as he felt your little hand wrap around him and begin to pump, tightening around the tip as you slid your head up. God, did you know what that did to him? He thought right, because you continued to do it, no doubt feeling the way he would throb each time.

He had to stop you before he blew his load all over your hand, so he stopped you, pulling away and muttering a soft, “Hold on.” But you didn’t want to stop, you liked making him feel good, and the way his composure would falter with your hand around him. You wanted to know what your mouth would do to him. He watched you as you bent down wordlessly, not believing his eyes until you wrapped those soft lips around his tip and sucked. The moan he led out made your ears tingle and pussy clench. His hands moved to push softly at your shoulders, not wanting to push you away, but not wanting you to do this if you didn’t want to.

“You don’t have to-” He cut himself off by clenching his teeth as you pushed down, letting him touch the back of his throat before pulling back slowly. He shuttered, not expecting the turn of events, but welcoming it nonetheless. As you set the pace, his hand came to curl itself in your hair, clenching slightly when you would do something, making it feel all too much. When your hand came up to jerk what wouldn’t fit in your mouth and cup his balls, he stuttered, moving to pull back, his orgasm coming in hot, but you moaned against him in protest. He panted heavily, groaning curses, both hands now resting in your hair as he guided you. With each push back down, you take a little more of him down your throat. When you looked up at him, you had this devious look in your eyes. As he dipped back down in your throat, you swallowed hard, tightening around his tip. He couldn’t take it, and finally, it snapped, and with a roar Miles came, hitting the back of your throat and mouth with cum. What you couldn’t swallow fast enough dripped from the sides of your mouth and onto your chest. Miles took deep breaths trying to find his composure, before pulling you off, watching you lick your lips and pick up any stray drops with your fingers and return them to your mouth.

“Sugar, you are way too good at that. Is there something you want to tell me?” He huffed, a little shocked at how fast you had gotten him off, regardless of how turned on he was over all this. You giggled sheepishly and looked away, flush with the praise, as if you didn’t just swallow his whole cock down your throat like nothing.

“I have my ways.” You snipped. By your ways, you just meant your experienced best friend, and he knew this, but still, the thought of you running around behind his back flashed in his mind. Before he knew it, he grasped the sides of your jaw in one hand and brought you to look up at him, pushing the fat of your cheeks in and making you pout before him.

“Watch it Sugar, you don’t want me getting possessive now.” He drawled, let go of your cheeks, only to push you back and watch as he fell on the sheets, bouncing softly. He felt like a predator, about to pounce on his prey, and he was going to be unmerciful until you made him stop.

“You remember what I said, right?” He whispered as he came down to you, slotting snugly between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, and pressing gently, waiting for you to answer before pushing in.

“Yes, Miles, I know.” Your voice was quiet, anticipating the press-in. As Miles pushed in, you whined with discomfort. You were not used to such a wide intrusion, but the prep from earlier and arousal from getting Miles off was plenty to help. He waited for you, of course, staring down at you as you breathed softly, watching you for any signs of discomfort or disapproval. When he saw none and only signs to continue, he pulled back slowly, before entering again. A hum left your throat, the feeling interesting and lighting fire in your stomach. Your hips rocked against him and he smirked, snaking his hands around them, guiding them to roll against him in the perfect rhythm, hitting a spot that made you breathless and grips at his shoulders harder.

“Faster, please, just a little faster.” You begged, looking up at him with those glossed-out eyes. He leaned up, griping your hips a little hard, before thrusting faster, hitting that spot with more vigor. But when his hand slipped down to rub at your already sensitive clit, it was over. You gripped at his wrist, not quite pulling it away, but trying to lessen the pressure. He withheld, continuing to abuse the poor pearl until you were squeezing around him in every way, panting his name and nails digging into his skin. He couldn’t get enough.

“Come on now, Sugar, I know you got another one in you, don’t be stingy now.” He cooed in your ear, thrusting a bit harder, one hand still on your clit, with the other coming to grip the sheets beside you, holding himself above you as he kissed down your neck back to your chest. He slipped a nipple into his mouth, sucking it taunt, before pulling back and blowing cool air against the area, making you arch your back, reaching for the sensation, but also being ravaged by so many others. That string from earlier was tightening again and quicker than before, making you tense before spasming around him. Miles continued to fuck you through it, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

The room was filled with pants and warm embraces, before he got up, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and cleaned off your stomach and between your thighs, urging you to go to the bathroom if you could. He remembered pulling you under the covers, holding you close, hoping nothing in the world would ever take you away, and in fact, nothing ever did. It was his own selfish decision and plans that took him away from you.

Even now, as he lay in a foreign body, in a foreign ship, heading for a foreign planet, his biggest regret was losing you. So just like clockwork every night, Miles would remember the good ol' days.

❀ A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please leave any criticisms or suggestions! Oh, and don’t forget requests are still open I promise I’ll try and be better about posting them in time😅

[amesvertes]

can y'all send me requests? i'm bored af

[celestialthrone]

Aww I love Quaritch and cupcake, they are my favourite after Jake and Bob & Neytiri and seze 🥹🤍

Day 6 of RecomWeek and the prompt for today is Tsaheylu, I've wanted to draw Quaritch's ikran for a while and now I finally pushed myself to do it. I might have to draw an ikran again, cause I found the joy of drawing the design

[whereireid]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader | masterlist

Summary: You don't like Miles Quaritch, but that doesn't matter — because you love him.

— warnings: fluff + angst = declarations of love, star-crossed lovers. // nsfw content — f receiving only.

“Why don’t you want to be with me?”

Quaritch’s voice is quiet, his breath fanning against your neck as he speaks. His hands grip your shoulders, forcing your back against him. It’s almost pitiful how he’s knelt down to such an emasculating height, his lips pressing against your warm neck, hoping for you to indulge him for just a second. 

You close your eyes. “I don’t like what you do,” you say weakly, your chest growing tight as he suckles softly against your skin. 

“You don’t like what I do, or you don’t like how I do it?”

Miles Quaritch is not a nice man. He’s unnecessarily mean and grumpy, borderline sadistic — remorse or empathy is a foreign concept to him. The dead Colonel which lives within him is the reason why your pleas fall on death ears; he is stuck in an everlasting cycle of choosing his absolute authority over the blissful domesticity that you offer him.

“Maybe I just don’t like you.”

Quartich’s teeth nip at your shoulder, causing a whine to fall from your lips. “That’s mean,” he says, his hands cupping the curve of your thighs. “Ain’t no reason for you to be mean, sunshine.”

Warmth blazes within you as he beckons your legs apart. You feel trapped, the light, feathery feeling of his hands caressing your legs sending guilty sparks of desire flickering through you. His tongue gently laps at the mark he’s left at your neck, running over the crevices of the dips where his teeth had been. It pains, and you imagine he’s drawn blood, a soft hum rumbling against your skin as he runs his fingers along the inner skin of your thighs.

With a sigh slipping past your lips, you say, “I’m not mean. I’m just honest.”

“Why do you have to lie to yourself?” He says it less like a question, and more like an amused observation. 

Conflict bubbles within you. You’re stuck in a predicament that has no immediate solution, the close proximity of Quaritch causing your morality to turn grey. “I’m not lying. I don’t like you,” you mumble, a quiet hiss catching in your throat as you feel his fingers glide over your clothed folds. 

“Why not?”

His motions still. His breath is heavy against your neck, his tail thrashing behind him as he awaits your answer. You pause, the silence palpable and thick. You can list almost a thousand reasons as to why you don’t like him — because he’s mean and domineering, a sadist who gets off on other people’s pain.

None of that matters, though.

Those reasons don’t matter because you love him.

“You don’t want to know the answer,” your voice wobbles slightly as his nose nuzzles against your skin, and he breathes in your familiar, Earthy scent; magnolias and freshly-washed linen drowning him into a well-accustomed bliss.

Quaritch continues to kiss your neck. This time, his lips feel feathery, his pecks peppery and chaste. “I already know it,” he breathes, his persistent energy overwhelming as he gently slides your underwear to the side. “Trust me when I say, sunshine — I love you more.”

Like the aftermath of a gun going off, his confession rings in the air. Your chest grows tight, your heart hammering in your chest. You swallow, your throat dry. “Please don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” His fingers slide through the slickness that he cultivated, a soft coo of affection slipping past his lips and wafting against your neck as he basks in how wet and flush your cunt feels against him. “I love you more than anythin’. My sweet girl, don’t you know that by now?”

“Please stop saying that,” you plead, your voice wavering slightly as his fingers easily find your sensitive bundle of nerves. “It isn’t fair for you to say that.”

As he rolls the delicate nub between his fingers, you lose balance, pressing into his chest for support. It feels dirty and wrong that you’re allowing him to spark an insatiable desire within you, pleasure crackling through you like electricity as his lips drag along your neck, leaving soft, purple bruises in their wake.

“Work with me here, sunshine,” he drawls, his voice husky against his chest, and you whimper, trembling as you slowly open your legs for him. “That’s my good girl, so eager to please.”

You don’t like him. It’s impossible to like him, even when his fingers are causing pleasure to roll through you in stormy waves. Warmth burns inside of you, the gratification that the motion gives you painfully satisfying.

“You’re so mean.”

“I know, sunshine.” Quaritch’s voice sounds a little sad as he speaks, and your chest tightens as his fingers glide down your cunt, towards the entrance. “I’m sorry.”

Dumbly, you let out a soft moan, your walls clenching down around his fingers as they glide inside of your cunt. Your walls are tight and slick around him, inviting and warm, and you feel your knees buckle as his fingers curl. 

Shaking your head, you breathe, “you’re not sorry; you never are.”

“I am, ‘specially if it means losing you if not.” Quaritch softly scissors your cunt, his fingers skilful as they work inside of you. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I didn’t happen to you.” You lax in his arms, your thighs burning as his motions grow slow and sensual, an unbelievable heat pulsing through you. “You sought me out.”

You can feel him smirk against your neck. “That’s right. You wanted me too, though, sunshine. You still do.”

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, his movements dangerously sluggish. You try not to moan, the sound of your bliss dying in your throat as his motions begin to cause your vision to glow black and starry. You stay lax against him, your legs trembling as he mumbles praise against the skin of your neck, and a soft cry is dragged from your throat as he finally draws out what he wants from you.

“Oh,” you mumble, your eyes screwing shut as the sound of your squelching cunt echoes around your bedroom, your wetness painting his knuckles as he continues his deliberately slow motions. “Oh.”

“That’s it,” Quaritch praises, his lips pressing heartily into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing against your pulse point, “cum for me, sunshine.”

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapse into him. Your heart feels tight in your chest, your throat dry as you gasp and writhe in his hold, but he keeps you still. There’s a comfort which mulls through you as he nuzzles against you, a soft purr vibrating against your neck as he feels you twitch around him.

When you finish twitching, Quaritch finally allows himself to pull away from you. He scans your frame, his eyes falling to the wet mess of your underwear, which is pooled around your ankles. A flash of sympathy glosses over his eyes, but he clears his throat. You don’t move, your breathing heavy, and he can’t tell if you’re angry or pleased. His lips tug into a frown as he wipes your slick, which had painted his blue fingers white, onto his cargo trousers — leaving the mess until later to clean.

His presence is overbearing, hot and cold all at once. You hear him stand, his boots padding against the floor as he hesitantly recedes from you, walking towards your bedroom door as a means to exit and leave you alone.

“Wait,” you say timidly, your heart hammering in your chest as you hear his movements still. “Just — just wait.”

You hear him stop. You hear him shuffle. You close your eyes. “Please don’t go,” you finally continue, your voice small and strained as you shakily intertwine your fingers together. “Please don’t leave me.”

There’s a beat of silence. Thick and tense. You wonder if the question fell on deaf ears, if he’d just leave you like he’s been known to do many times before.

The response you get it bittersweet. You don’t know if you truly want him here — you don’t know if you want him, but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and pulling you against him has your heart fluttering in your chest. You stay with your back to him, your underwear still pooled by your ankles, your head resting against his crotch. 

“It’s okay, sunshine.” Your throat grows tight and you swallow the lump in your throat as he speaks. “Let’s go to bed.”

Cocooning you into a bed of warmth, Quaritch’s fingers rest at your hips as you nuzzle against his chest. You don’t say anything, your body curled against his, listening to the rapid pitter-pattering of his heart. 

You don’t like him. He’s cruel and callous, fighting for the wrong side of history. He’s awful; just awful, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s like that to everyone but you. 

You don’t like him, but none of that matters, because you love him.

And you just can’t help it.

— tags: @clockmax @numarusworld @anoungsoneandonly

[tarrynightss]

What they’d get you for Valentine’s Day

Characters: Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Ronal, & Neytiri (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I couldn’t get what I wanted for today finished so have this little thingy for now 💓 happy Valentine’s Day cuties 💓

Jake Sully

Your favorite food

Jake would to try gather and prepare whatever food he knows you like best. Foraging is easy enough, but when it comes to cooking? Great mother preserve him he will struggle. He will have to retry it like four times till he finally feels confident enough presenting it to you.

He’ll cover your eyes and walk you over to the little spot where he set up the food, having thrown some woven mats down in the clearing for you to sit on. He’ll have picked the perfect spot near a twinkling creek or a lush part of the forest. It’s perfect, and though the food isn’t necessarily the best, his gesture is more than grand enough by itself.

Miles Quaritch

Dick A card

Miles had to be reminded by one of his squad mates that it was Valentine’s Day. He knew he was fucked if you saw all the humans at base chat about it while he turned up to you with empty hands. He could imagine your displeased face and the cold shoulder you would give him afterwards, and so he got to work. Pandora didn’t exactly have some store he could quickly run to buy a card or some oversized stuffed animal, not that he even knew if you’d like that in the first place. In the end he had attempted to make a card himself, folding a paper in half and writing some standard happy Valentine’s Day shit on it. He drew a heart on the front, which was very crooked but he was pleased enough to call it a day and slap it into your hands.

Tonowari

Self made bouquet

After Tonowari found out about the little human holiday, it turned into one of his favorite things. He was all for showing appreciation for his mate and had planned out what he would give you well before the day rolled around. People often forgot that the ocean too held stunning plants and flowers, but he was well aware of it. He swam far and wide to collect everything he had in mind, eventually having putting together a stunning and rare bouquet. He would take you out onto the ocean before presenting it to you, happily showing you all the spots where the flora originated from if you wanted to see it.

Tsu’tey

Customized weapon

Tsu’tey didn’t really get the use of the holiday. Why would he give you something that you would never look at again after the day? That would be a waste. No, instead he chose to indulge your human holiday in a different way, customizing a weapon for you. A dagger, bow, spear, whatever held your fancy. He carved intricate patterns into the wood and painted it, letting himself be inspired by whatever Pandoran animal you liked most.

His chest would be puffed out in pride when he gives it to you, explaining exactly why he did what as soon as it’s in your hands.

Ronal

Jewelry

Ronal would take the opportunity to design and make some jewelry for you. She’d use shells, beads, clear stones, whatever she could gather on the beach and in the ocean. She’d make a matching necklace and headband for you, putting the jewelry onto you with a sweet smile when the day finally comes. She’ll compliment you, noting how it accentuates your features, which of course she had thoroughly planned.

Neytiri

Night out

Neytiri is less for material gifts and more into the experience. She’ll want to take you for a night out in which the two of you fly on top of her Ikran as she recounts many of the moments you shared together. She will tell you of all the times she had stared up at these same stars you now flew under, thinking of you and counting the hours till she would see you again.

[byunpum]

The new member | Part 3

Pair: Miles Quaritch (baby blue boii) x Human reader

tw: Recom squad, fluff, Teasing, Spider being your bestie, jealousy

POV: Y/N is sent from Earth to Pandora to be part of a particular group of people…

p.s. This story is created after the ship altercation. Neteyam never dies, the sullys are able to run away, but spider decides to go with his "father" to the base. All recoms are still alive.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Yes, you were dumb…very very dumb. You had told your team leader that he was 'cute', what were you going to say when you saw him again. You had to act natural. Everyone says compliments, you could give him a compliment, everyone deserves a compliment, don't they?

You go out for breakfast, you had to be brave. You left the room carefully. Everyone had already gone ahead to go to breakfast. You had hardly walked a bit and the pain in your ankle stopped you. Damn, you had forgotten you had hurt it. You sit down on one of the couches, which by the way were giant couches. Now you had to figure out how you were going to get to the cafeteria area, you weren't going to lie, you were really hungry. To your good luck, the door to the living area opened revealing a worried Miles. "Oh, you're awake already" he speaks, as he lowers his head to step through the door frame. "They're going to have to remodel that door" He laughs at your comment, as he walks over to you. "I don't think that's going to happen. I still don't know how to control this new height" Miles sits down next to you, you see he has a plate. "See, here there breakfast…I imagined you couldn't walk 20 steps. That was a pretty bad bump" He speaks, while giving your thigh a squeeze. You take a deep breath, and adjust yourself more in the seat.

"Thanks for bringing me breakfast, you didn't have to" You say, Miles settles back on the couch, leaning his back against the backrest. He placed his hands on his head, and lifted his hips as he sighed. He was wearing a little T-shirt and cargo pants. He looked great, hell… he wasn't helping much. "You're welcome princess, between partners we have to help each other" he looks at you, while winking at you. He was a fucking flirt. You change your look and take the plate from the table. "Yes, take care of us" you speak, looking at your food. "Take care of us…" Miles repeats, but this time with a more low tone. There is silence, until you feel him looking at you. You swallow hard, and try to ignore him. "Hey… is that oxygen mask comfortable?" you try to change the conversation. "This thing? I'd say yes, I only wear it when I need it" Miles knows you're trying to deflect the conversation. The man could already smell you, his new avatar body had gifted him that ability. And the arousal between your legs was not ignored by his senses.

"You still think I'm…pretty," Miles says, causing you to choke on a piece of food. You set your plate down on the table as Miles taps you on the back a few times. "Easy baby, you need to swallow calmly." You look up, and realize that he is now closer to you. Just looking over you. "Sure… why not" you say, shit shit shit you were getting really nervous, your hands were shaking and your legs were involuntarily coming together. Miles steps up boldly and grabs your jaw to make you look at him, his grip was gentle, but firm. "I also think you are very very beautiful" Miles lowers his face to get closer to you. You couldn't move, you were so intent looking into his eyes, they were so beautiful and you swear you could see how they were turning a darker yellow.

You didn't realize it, but his face was inches away from yours, you could feel his breath. His smell was breathtaking and addictive. You felt his other hand settle on the other side of the couch. Wrapping you between him and the couch. You could see how he had a smile on his face, and the grip on his jaw had moved to your neck, as he rubbed his thumb across your collarbones. "You're so small…look how my hand can catch your whole neck" he speaks, as you let out a sigh that sounds more like a moan. He laughs softly. "You like that, don't you? "You like being taken care of…" His lips are so close, that every word that comes out of his mouth, you feel his lips moving on yours. You slowly move closer until your lips meet his. The kiss was slow, but passionate. His hand moved higher up on your head, pulling you closer to him. Your hands move to the sides of his face, wrapping him closer to you. Between kisses, and moans Miles grabs your legs and pulls them up onto the couch, to lay you down on it. Instinctively you spread your legs so he could get on top of you.

Miles was still kissing you, running one of his hands down the back of your thigh and up to his waist. " Ouch…" you moan pulling away from his lips. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to" he is agitated, you could see his tail wagging from side to side. And his ears were pinned back. "Yeah, you're so cute" you say as you laugh and kiss him again.

"I feel bad for that girl," says lyle, as he walks with z-dog and Mansk to the rooms. They had to get ready for the day, they had to do a check up in the labs. The colonel had gone ahead to bring you some food. Everyone was supposed to meet in the rooms. "Well, I don't like her," says z-dog. "Why… she's adorable," jokes Mansk, as he taps lyle. "That's why, she looks so fragile. Besides… who goes with the monkey boy and decides that a jungle is perfect to play in" the woman looks at the two men, they look at her and laugh at her. "I wonder if anyone here… likes Colonel Quaritch," says Manks, looking at his teammates.

"Well… yeah. Yes I like it" Lyle speaks, causing Mansk to start laughing out loud. Lyle was already out of breath from laughing, leaning on his partner's shoulder. " Z-dog… since that girl came in, you've been on the defensive," lyle says. "Are they saying I like the colonel?" she complains, looking at the two men, who raise their shoulders. "I can't believe what they're saying… of course not. He is the colonel" she says as she keeps walking.

Lyle and manks stay further behind. " Yes, she does," says Lyle. "Who doesn't?" says Manks, joking with Lyle. They were already at the door of the rooms. Z-dog was fed up with these two idiots behind her, they are laughing and making jokes. She opens the door and her mouth drops open at the scene she is seeing.

You were on the couch, Miles was on top of you, shirt off and kissing your belly as he slid down your legs. Your pants were somewhere in the living room, and you were only in your panties and your shirt up which Miles was holding in his hands. Your fingers were pushing his head to the area where you needed it most, while your legs went up to his shoulders.

The three soldiers stood there like mummies. "Colonel?" says z-dog, still surprised. Miles looked up and saw his buddies standing there looking at them. You stand up quickly, pulling your shirt down with your hands. Miles sat down more calmly, trying to find his shirt. "Guys… you're early," Miles says, pulling his shirt over his head. You're adjusting your hair. "Wow…and that's when she broke her ankle," says z-dog, you could see the annoyance on his face. Lyle and mansk had a goofy grin plastered on their faces. "My ankle isn't broken, it's hurt," you say, looking at the woman. Lyle noticed the tension that had formed. Of course, this wasn't a very comfortable situation to say the least, so he was going to open his mouth.

"Wow…today's breakfasts are very very nutritious" says lyle with a stupid grin. Manks tries to stifle his grin. You get up "I'm going to get ready, excuse me" you get up quickly. "Y/N don't…" Miles tries to stop you. Z-dog goes to her room, she looked upset, but she knew how to hide her feelings. Miles put his head down between his legs. "Colonel!!!" Lyle sits down next to him. "What happened to you? Here on the couch!?" lyle pushes him a little, causing Quaritch's tail to smack him. "hey….we have to learn to control these things" lyle says as he holds Quaritch's tail.

"Lyle…. Stop messing around" this one settles back on the couch. "Sir, I don't blame you…she is" mansk speaks, making Miles look at him. He was in a very bad mood, one was because he was still frustrated, and on the other hand he knew this was going to be the topic of conversation for quite some time among his team.

"Just get ready…meet me at the lab in zone F963" orders Miles, the men didn't make any comments to their colonel. They knew he was upset, and when he was like that it was best to follow orders. They got up and headed for their quarters. Miles got up, and went to change. He didn't want to go bother you, he knew you were embarrassed, he was going to be sure to apologize to you later.

All the members got ready and were on their way to the lab. They were to assist in some routine tests. General Ardmore was there, supervising that her employees did not reveal too much to the PPA members. To her bad luck, there you were. You were walking around the lab, noting everything you saw. You knew the scientists, doctors were hiding things. While you were working, Quaritch's squadron was guarding a thanator in a room not far from where you were. You approached the room, saw that lyle, Miles and Lopez were looking through the glass. You approach where the men are, Miles notices your presence and looks at you out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to talk to you, but he knew it wasn't the right time. You were next to him, you moved your hand to touch his thigh and tapped it. You look up, and laugh.

There it was, that adorable smile. He looks down quickly and puts his hand on your head. Stroking your hair. Z-dog was watching the whole scene, the woman takes a breath and walks over to you. "Y/N why don't you approach the animal? You're an ambientalist" the woman says, Miles drops his hand to his side and looks casually at z-dog. "I'm here to observe and supervise" you speak up. " And to be the group whore, right" the woman spits. You stay quiet, while the members who were there huddle together. " Z-dog apologize!!!" Miles orders. "Did I say something that isn't true?" the woman is altered. Lyle begins to argue with her. The discussion was interrupted, when the animal roared. Everyone looked at the beast, it was getting up from the anesthesia.

"Excuse me, it's nothing serious," says a scientist. "What are you doing to him?" you ask, this was the perfect moment and the perfect situation to forget the fight of two minutes ago. "It's a blood test" he looks at you and laughs nervously. "Sure…and then I guess they release him back to his habitat" you look at the man, you know they don't. You know they have almost a herd of these animals locked up. "Sure" says the man nervously walking away. "Silly" you look down and start writing. "One question, those notes you make there…are they dangerous to us?" asks manks. "Well…I wouldn't say dangerous. But they can help me get some things out or fix some things around here" you say, as you look at z-dog. The woman laughs a little, while you decide to leave the room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Miles confronts z-dog. She remains silent and lowers her head. Miles walks away from the group, continuing to cover other areas. "You don't like that girl that much?" asks Lopez. Z-dog settles his gun to his chest. "I hate her."

You had come out of the lab area you were so stressed. And you weren't going to lie, you were scared. That woman was 3 times your size, she would crush you like a grape. You were so busy in your thoughts that you didn't see spider approaching you. "Y/N how are you?" the boy comes up to you and gives you a hug. Spider had become your friend in the last few days. "I have a lot of things to tell you" you shake your head. Spider invites you to go to a place he likes on the base. He hadn't been there long, but he was free to investigate. Besides, you thought he would be a good help for your research. You climbed up a tower, circular stairs, until you reached the top. You had to be careful, you didn't want to hurt your foot.

"Wow, here the view is beautiful!!!" you say, you start walking up the small rooftop. "I know, I discovered it recently" You sit down next to him. "Why were you there in the hallway… you looked a bit distracted?" asks spider. You tell spider everything, the guy didn't know much about the terms you were using like 'whore', but he could understand how you felt. Spider gave you a hug, and you hug him back. You and spider stayed there until late at night, you didn't have to do much today, you had already finished all your tags, so when you noticed that it was already late at night, you both went to your rooms.

As you were walking down the hallway, you bumped into the recoms team. Miles saw how you were playing and joking around with spider. He couldn't help but feel jealous, you looked so comfortable with spider. "This just further confirms my theory," says z-dog as she enters the living room. Lyle places a hand on Quaritch's shoulder, shaking him a little. "Hey, you're not jealous?" he jokes. Quaritch gives him a dirty look and looks back at you. You say goodbye to spider, and start walking toward the dorms. You met Miles' gaze, he was serious. You analyzed his behavior as you approached him, he had his tail down and was wagging it slowly, and his ears are up. He looked defensive. When you got to the door, you stopped for a moment. "Didn't you go to dinner?" says Miles, his take was serious. " Ah yes, I stayed all afternoon with spider. I'm not hungry" You try not to make eye contact with him. You continue walking to your room, and close the door. You knew that all the team members were watching you as you walked to your room.

They all took one look at each other and headed to their rooms. You didn't know what had happened today, the day had been strange, not to mention news you had received from your boss. He had commented to you, that he felt that the RDA was 'hiding' information, and that they were making up false scenarios, so that we would not accuse them. You had a broken ankle, you had to investigate further and he had told you whore. What else could happen.

It was early morning, about 2:00 am. You couldn't sleep, you were tossing and turning. And apparently someone was just like you, Miles couldn't sleep, he had to talk to you, to know how you were doing. The man got up and went to knock on your door. You heard the knocking, and opened the door. There he was, he had no shirt on, he had on sweat pants and you could see how the little dots on his skin were glowing.

"Hi" he speaks in a low tone. "Hi" you laugh shyly, he was already kneeling on one foot, to be at your level. "I want to…apologize for what z-dog said to you" he speaks, as he runs a hand through your hair arranging some strands of hair that fell to the side of your face. "Don't worry about it" you say, leaning a little into his touch. "No, I'm really sorry…she can be very tough" Miles puts his hand on your face, you take his hand and hug it tighter. "Can't sleep?" you ask him. "How do you know…" he lets out a small laugh, lowering his gaze. "Do you want to come in?" Miles looks up and looks at you in surprise. He nods and you take his hand, dragging him into your room. "What are you going to do with me?" asks Miles playfully, you just laugh and squeeze his hand tighter.

On the other side of the large complex, z-dog had gone out for a moment to get something she left on one of the tables, and saw the whole scene. She watched as Miles entered your room and closed it. She could see the little smile on both of your faces. She cursed the perfect night view she now had, swallowed hard and headed for her room.

P.s: Sorry for uploading this so late. I've had a lot of work this week, but I'm going to update some of my writing this weekend. Still, I hope you like this part a lot.

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[vinciwolf]

Loyalty Pt 3

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: torture, angst, fluff if your squint, a lot of stuff happens to a very tired reader who can’t catch a break

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in italics, but inner thoughts are also in italics.

Tags:  @perseny @mechformers @ragingloser @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @avatar-lover @dakotali​ 

The environment around your hummed, occasionally shaking from turbulence. Your head was pounding making you groan. Looking around, your bound hands were tied to a metal fixture. You tugged at the restraints but they, of course, didn’t budge. As you came to and your senses slowly returned, you noticed you had a clear mask covering your face giving you a mixture of gases to keep you alive at what you assumed to be a high altitude, airship taking you farther away from refuge… from home. The mud you landed in still covered your hair and clothes while none of the wounds you sustained were cleaned or stitched. You felt gross and sticky.

Your forehead was pulsating from the now scabbed wound lining your brow. Luckily, the split on your lip crusted over too, subduing the pain by some degree for now.

Eyes widened after you realized that you hadn’t seen Spider. You turned your head about and searched for him but you were alone in this solitary area of a giant aircraft. Then you heard a loud thud of boots colliding with the metallic flooring. The sound was approaching where you sat.

The Colonel walked up to you, stopping just a few inched away from where your legs sprawled, the same kind of clear mask like you had covering his mouth and nose. His eyes scanned up and down your form, yellow irises penetrating the low light.

You stared through your brow at him, lips pressed firmly.

“Good. You’re awake.” His gruff voice carried itself through the air with a mild echo.

“You have spirit. I’ll give credit where credit’s due,” Miles nodded, ears pointed.

Your jaw locked as your head spun, lungs mustering just enough strength from your rage to ask weakly a basic question.

“Where’s Spider?”

The Colonel sighed. He understood.

“The kid’s safe, even though it took three of us to restrain him.”

You snort, imagining what that must’ve looked like.

Good boy.

"Why do you care about him so much?"

The question made your ears fold before you glanced up with despondence as you thought about the boy.

"You can't put babies in cryo. Someone had to raise him," you replied plainly.

Miles winced.

“Jake didn’t teach him how to hunt. I did. Neytiri didn’t teach him Na’vi. I did.”

Then he interjected, “Then we have common ground.”

Your eyes narrowed at your captor.

“Look, I might not be the kid’s father, but you and I have the same objective: keeping the kid safe—”

“Just so you can use him later,” you countered.

Miles bit his bottom lip, ears tugging down. “I’m trying to give you a carrot,” he said while turning his heal opposite of you, “I’m trying to keep you and the kid an asset to this mission.”

He was right though, no matter how much you hated to agree. Spider was your priority now, and you wanted to keep him safe, but to do so you had to find a compromise. Maybe you did have common ground.

Over his shoulder, he added grimly, “I can’t guarantee that the lab coats will treat you the same way.”

Your blood ran cold as you sat in seclusion thinking about what would become of you when this ship landed.

~

Electricity zapped throughout your body and pulsated hard inside your head. Wrists and ankles stirred and jumped to escape the confines that strapped you onto the table you currently occupied, or more like it occupied you. Fingers stretched and curled as you screamed for the rapid pain to stop, eyes leaking heavily down your cheekbones and some landing in your mouth.

You felt entirely exposed yet bolted shut. The neon lights spinning around you made you terribly nauseated in your throat, yet you were simultaneously pumping with adrenaline trying to ward off the probing words of the absolute worst bitch standing in front of you.

"Tell us where Jake Sully is and we'll stop the machine," Ardmore commanded loudly over the obnoxious hum of the mental torture device.

You kept your mind clear of any memories of Jake, but it was getting exhausting. You tried to replay memories from Earth— birthdays, bad hook-ups, grad school exams. Anything. Hell, you even replayed memories of abusing pills, but somehow Jake wormed his way into your brain with every passing second you were struggling to push him away.

Miles from afar, behind a clear observation glass, recoiled at your blood-chilling cries. He remembered how Spider sounded when he went through the same torture, but the Colonel couldn’t give in again to the tempting red button staring at him from below. Ardmore would lose trust in him and he needed leverage.

“Where is the Omatikaya stronghold? In the Hallelujah Mountains somewhere? Just think of a memory, we’ll see it.”

The torture had been going on like this for a few hours, longer than Spider had lasted, but you weren’t easily broken. It took everything for the Colonel not to feel something wrenching in his gut instinctively with every passing moment you were tied to that table. Was it pity?

Then something happened that scared the Colonel, glare turning into wide fear.

Your eyes rolled backwards as your body began convulsing against the table, limbs and head jerking beneath their restraints. The florescent speckles covering your face and body flickered violently. Ardmore even stepped away in shock from your body’s unexpected shift.

With fists balled, “Damnit, shut it down!” Miles yelled from behind the glass.

"She's having a seizure!" one of the scientists screamed as another flung their hand down onto the red shut off switch, cutting all power to the machine.

You went limp and slumped.

Several of the doctors tried getting your out of the contraption but you were too heavy.

Miles, having enough, pounded from around the corner and stepped down near the table, unstrapping your lifeless body and allowing it to fall into his arms before carefully lying your head down on the floor.

"She's not breathing!" a voice came from behind him.

“Shit!” another rustled.

Ardmore cupped her mouth and meandered away from the crowd of scientists and doctors forming around you, the Colonel slapping your cheek.

“(Y/N)!?” he asked frantically.

A thick line of red slowly leaked out your nose and over your mouth.

He brought his ear down towards you mouth and checked your pulse. All your bodily functions were in fact knocked out cold.

No heartbeat. No breathing.

The doctors were moving too damn slow.

Fuck this shit!

Miles intertwined his hands together and started to press hard into your chest.

Breath!

Then he gently took your face, parted your lips, and blew into your lungs.

~

When your eyes finally peeled open, you were alone, head feeling like it was cracked opened. Slowly using your elbows to push your head up, the room around you was quiet and sterile, the lights above too bright for your sensitive migraine. Inch by inch felt excruciating while you sluggishly bent forward and sat upright, stomach rolling around.

There was a blanket carelessly flung atop of your legs that you dragged over your shoulders. Looking at where you were laid, you noticed that there were dry mud flakes scattered everywhere. Your head craned up and saw a reflective surface at the opposite end of the room. The sight you beheld was ungodly, bruised, and disheveled. You craved a gentle shower from the Hallelujah Mountains. You wanted to go home.

Eyes blurred as you thought of home, a few tears streaming down your messy cheek leaving clear streaks through the caked mud you quickly wiped away before someone could see your weakness.

The door to the cold, hallow room rushed open and Miles stepped in.

Your eyes didn’t greet his, looking at the floor with an impassive stare. You were tired and the Colonel tried to not let remorse show through his tough exterior while he took in the frail sight of you.

His boots clunked heavily as he stepped closer to you, sitting down with a grunt and sigh when he reached your bed.

It wasn’t really a bed though, just a slab of cold metal Ardmore put you on to get you out of the lab and out of her sight. Your eyes wandered over to Miles’ long, veiny hands and puzzled at the cup of steaming liquid tucked in his grip.

"At least you're more docile than the kid, I'll give ya that,” the Colonel began.

You gradually lifted your stare to meet his and the corners of his eyes crinkled, apples of his sharp cheekbones puffing upwards, ears flicking forward to reflect his casual mood. That was enough to bring a sense of ease to your body, shoulders relaxing.

Spider was alive and you knew Miles wasn’t Ardmore.

Fuck that bitch.

Your body froze when Miles took your hand (he was so tender prying open your fingers) and made room for the cup he handed you. Your fingers radiated from the warmth and that calmed your limbs even more.

“It’s coffee,” he said, “I don’t know what you like, but I prefer coffee.”

Your face contorted slightly in amusement, the edges of your lip tugging up before relaxing again.

“What happened?” you asked finally.

“Ardmore is a tough woman. She likes to push hard and that made you pass out. Heart completely stopped. We, well… I… had to bring you back.”

Your brow creased, “You… helped me?”

“I, uh, yeah,” the Colonel stumbled with his words.

I gave you fucking mouth to mouth, woman.

“Look, I know you have your reservations about me. I’m the reincarnation of my predecessor, but…,” he paused, lifting a hand, gesturing at himself, "I'm not that man."

Miles helped you?

Your mind tossed the words from the Colonel over and over. You were bewildered but also grateful.

“Thank you.”

Miles’ ears perked up. He didn’t think he’d be hearing that from a person like you. Captured and tortured, yet still having the decency to give him a ‘thank you’ despite current circumstances.

Deep down, he admired that.

The Colonel parted his lips to say something when the door hissed open and the general stepped into view. Ardmore puckered her lips when she spoke, like she had too much lemon juice stuck to her tongue. Her eyes glared at you briefly, before turning to her attention to Miles.

“You depart from here in three hours,” she started then trailed her eyes over you, scanning your current state like it didn’t bother her in the slightest, “and give this dog a bath.”

And with that, she turned her heal and exited the room without another sound.

~

Pattering your crusty, bare feet into the bathroom facilities, it was strange seeing showers and mirrors and even toilets again. How foreign human technology had become to you over the years. You examined the shower and found there were clean, folded clothes for you to use. You wanted nothing more than to strip naked and dispose of the stained fabric clinging to your sore body, but there was a small problem having you roll your eyes.

A loud click came from behind you as Miles placed a chair right in front of the shower you occupied.

“I don’t like this more than you do, buttercup, but orders are orders,” the Colonel said before plopping down into his seat, legs spread as he sat with the spine of the chair between his thighs.

Ardmore wanted to further humiliate you by having you watched in the most intimate way.

In her defense, it was to make sure you wouldn’t “escape,” but anyone could’ve stood guard at the entrance door, not in front of a damn shower stall. No, she wanted her most trusted solider to maintain the general’s invisible leash she thought she had on you.

“Could you at least turn around?”.

The Colonel sighed, picked his chair off the ground and flipped it around, him now facing the mirrors and counters. You noticed that he could still see you through the mirrors but it was better than directly facing you.

Feeling stupid about being ashamed of nudity when Na’vi had no problem walking around practically naked, you sucked up your petty feelings and aggressively yanked your shirt off, allowing it to smack the ground in a rush.

After undressing, you undid your braids with much hurt because some of these braids Neytiri did for you. You mourned as the last finally came undone.

Turning a nozzle, water spurted out aggressively making you hop. You were used to the gentle streams that naturally flowed through the Hallelujah Mountains, not this hard water that beat your face, but it was a shower nonetheless and made you glad that you would be able to wash the blood and dirt from your skin.

Your toes wiggled as the water circling the drain became red and brown. You hissed from the way the hard water splashed away the scabs that formed over your wounds, exposing the delicate tissue to the hot, steamy droplets falling down your face.

Miles could curse Ardmore. Why’d she have to put him up to this?

He had seen naked butts before because hell he was a marine and had seen Lyle’s ugly ass plenty of times, so why was it so hard for him to focus on seeing you nude without heating up between his legs. The Colonel bounced his knee and focused his mind on making imaginary shapes with the tile floor, but his eyes still rose to your backside reflection in the mirror.

Your unbraided hair fell between the movement of your shoulder blades as your tail flicked from the relaxation of finally getting the mud, crud, and shit off your skin. You hummed from the warmth, tipping your head back to let the water splash down your neck and chest.

Then, as you turned your body to grab some soap, a hint of your breast peaked into view, causing Miles to swiftly deflect his eyes again to the floor.

He wondered how the soft rolls of your ass cheeks would feel under his fingers. How you could make noises for him instead.

Shit.

“So how do I get one of those Banshee?” he rushed out suddenly.

You droned a silent ‘what?’

“There’s a banana banshee flying over Bridgehead and I wanna know how to control the creature,” he replied, trying to steady himself with this new conversation.

“Bannana banshee?” you uttered to yourself confused before your ears pointed and you realized he was talking about Sylway.

“That’s my Ikran! She must’ve followed us from the woods!”

“So, she’s taken then, huh? But how do I get one and control it?” he pressed.

“It’s not control. It’s called tsehaylu. You will learn.”

Turning the nozzle to stop the water you face yourself towards the mirror, uncaring at this point and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your body. You looked at Miles from in the mirror and tilted your head.

“You gonna watch me get dressed too, Peeping Tom?”

The Colonel almost tripped over his chair causing a small squeak against the floor as he hurried away from the shower stalls and those damn mirrors.

You dried yourself and got dressed. The fresh clothes felt nice, but you missed your necklaces and braids. Pulling up your hair, you tied it into a simple, half ponytail. Peering into the mirror, you were having a hard time seeing your reflection with a swollen brow that almost completely covered your eye. Almost.

"Miles?" You shouted from within the bathroom, hoping nobody would answer.

"Yeah?" He barked back.

"Could...," you exhaled in defeat, letting go of your reservations, "...could you... help me?"

You heard large footsteps drumming against the tile floor until Miles' tall reflection approached fully into the mirror. Rotating to him, you craned your face and neck to expose the problem you were facing and the Colonel replied with an understanding 'ah' before taking an alcohol wipe that was in your hand. His fingers grazed yours and you felt a buzz through your body at the light touch.

Miles took a step forward, making you cower backwards until your ass pinched the bathroom counter, hands flying to steady yourself as your spine curved away from the Colonel. Looking up, you stabilized your gaze with his. The florescent bulbs made the hue of his golden eyes shine like pools of glowing honey. A radiant heat rushed your cheeks and stomach before you blinked and dodged his eyes as he was inspecting your cuts. You had found somewhere in the background a place to keep your attention.

"Alright, this ain't gonna work if you keep squirming," he said with a grunt as he handled your sides and lifted you onto the counter.

A yelp peeped from your mouth at being manhandled by such a powerful grip. You were now sitting rigidly on top the hard, flat surface while he was standing between your knees that loosely fell over the edge.

“Better,” he nodded. The lighting was now closer to your face and made it easier for Miles to tend to your wounds, but this only caused your heartrate to spike even more from how closer your bodies could get in this position.

He cupped your chin and tilted your face, thumb caressing your skin and just barely parting your lips when the tip of his thumb passed the underside of your mouth. You were so transfixed on keeping your sweaty pits unnoticeable from the Colonel that you hadn’t noticed him bring a sanitary wipe up to your face, dabbing as gently as he could along your swollen lip.

You seethed, face grimacing with a reflexive hand jolting to grip his arm that held the small cloth that stung you, to which you immediately regretted upon realization that Miles' bicep was rock hard and sturdy against your fingers indenting his skin.

"Woah, there, sweetheart~ Don't get too excited~” the Colonel let out lightheartedly.

Embarrassment sunk deep into your core as you slapped your hand down onto the counter and kept it there, inwardly cursing yourself.

"So, I wanna know how to do this native stuff right in order to hunt down Jake Sully. Full tilt all the way. Eat Na'vi, ride Na'vi, speak Na'vi," he stammered sluggishly trying to get the last words out in broken Na'vi making you chuckle.

“Spider and I will show you the way.”

After a few moments, the Colonel was finished and you were put back into the white cell, mud still covering the makeshift ‘bed.’ The edge of your nose pulled up in a small sneer as you realized nobody cared to clean it up this whole time. Nonetheless, you sat down with a mental fuck it. Your legs were tired anyway and protested for relief.

It wasn’t long until the General came into your room, but something felt off from her demeanor.

She seemed… happy?

Narrowing your eyes, ears slanted back, your growled at her. "It takes six pounds of pressure to fracture a human skull and you decided to be in here with me. Alone."

Her expression stayed blank and unamused, but that strange gleeful aura around her never faltered. Her fingers snapped and Lyle and Prager stepped into the room. For a Na’vi, you were pretty tall naturally, but their presence towered over you from where you sat as you knew something was terribly off. Adrenaline buzzed your gut when they rushed you, grabbing your wrists and shoulders and pushing you onto your knees in front of the General.

One of the science men from the interrogation lab padded into the room and gave Ardmore a device. It was a large collar with a few lights on the side indicating that it was on. Then Ardmore held out a remote and pressed a button. The collar burst with electrical tendrils. Then she hit another button and a blunt blade followed by two long, sharp ones popped out.

"This collar has three features. Shock. Paralyze. Kill. Like a dog collar, if you run away, Colonel Quaritch will shock you. If you try to harm or kill any of my men or the Recombinants, this collar will paralyze you in a nanosecond, then these blades here will slice open your jugular. And I’d say from your body weight and height, you'll probably bleed out slowly. Very slowly. You'll be unable to move, dying, and there'll be nothing you can do about it. So don't bullshit me with your outdated nerd science, Dog."

The two ‘Recoms,’ as you just learned they were called, holding you down laughed.

"Now, take this like a good Pet or I'll fill this room with toxic gas and let you die, but the Colonel sees some potential in you so I'd like not having to drag a giant ass stiff outta Bridgehead today."

You surveyed the collar and realized that Ardmore’s invisible leash manifested itself into a real, living nightmare.

There was nothing you could really do at this point but submit as the General stepped forward and placed the device tightly around your neck with a smug grin.

Eywa, are you still there?

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Alright so pulling this right out of my ass but spider as a child or a toddler spider knowing him he would ran in a room that's off limits but he stole one of the scientist card running from recom and from quaritch in there base since spider is a 16 year old so he is a little trouble maker when spider is running he ran right beside a scientist grabbing there card running in the lab swaps the card running in locking it spider this poor boy the old theme we all know and somewhat love curiosity killed the cat he sees a bottle of blueish with white in it so he grab it and drink it when he put it down he heard the door open in the lab Finley hearing quaritch cussing up a storm walking inside with Lyle spider immediately hide under a table keeping him unseen until he slowly close his eyes the darkness he falling as he thought no he was turned into a toddler quaritch on the right still cussing without a filter Lyle looking around calling for spider until he felt something touch his leg he looked down to see a toddler he and for some reason I can imagine spider calling Lyle like "papa" because he sees Lyle first he would pick up the little spider and walked to miles telling him how he or how spider find him and spider god bless his tiny little soul he calls miles "Dada" what would they do with a toddler spider what if it can't be fix?

Recoms Raising Spider Headcanons

AHHHHHH 🥰🥰🥰 I love this

A/N: Ok just for plot convince let’s say the effects of the mysterious potion only last 16 days. 1 day=1 year so it takes about 2 weeks for spider to get back to normal. Also we’re just gonna pretend that it reset his hair so no dreads(It still gets long as hell tho)

774 Words

Warnings: fluff, Cussing

@hyperfixatedfandomer @naavispider

Look at his instincts finding his dad’s 😭. It’s like that one episode in spongebob where him and Patrick have the baby clam (Lyle is the mom✨)

Quaritchs emotions are through the roof😭

1.he’s pissed spider ran off in the first place and on top of that causing more problems by turning into a toddler

2.he’s stressed ASF. Demanding everygod damn scientist in that lab to tell him what’s going on and to fix his boy(they were testing the shit that comes from the tulkans)

3.He’s also kinda emotional tho because he didn’t get to see spider grow up into a teenager and now he has that opportunity.

I like to think spider looked ALOT like quaritch when he was little but as he got older started to look like Paz.

TODDLER STAGE(1-3)

The worst stage

None of the recoms sleep during these days

Spiders sleep schedule is so fucked up from living in the lab

He’s one of those nocturnal toddlers

Sleeps all throughout the day and is up all night

He’s a fast little fucker

Quaritch now understands how he got the name spider

He’ll will look away for one minute and all of the sudden spiders on top of a 8ft recom dresser

They obviously don’t have toddler clothes so he’s just wearing the smallest adult shirt they could find and it’s still huge

I can see them gushing over his curls

He definitely got those from paz

Spiders a bad ass toddler, I’m talking getting in stuff he’s not supposed to, biting, hitting, kicking, spitting, running

At one point Lyle says fuck it and makes a child leash

Despite being a literal demon he’s really clingy

Attached to Lyle and quaritch at the hip

Like quaritch had to go a patrol outside so he left spider with the medbay folks, it broke his heart when he shut the door and heard spiders little feet running to the door crying for dada to come back

He almost called the whole mission off

He definitely holds the recoms tails when following the around

EARLY CHILDHOOD STAGE(4-5)

Probably the easiest stage the recoms had to deal with

I mean spider was still a hell spawn but he was more reserved

The recoms were so drained from toddler spider they just shoved a tablet in his face

It worked though

Still really clingy (and quaritch loves it)

Still looks a lot like a mini quaritch

Not as active as they’re used to him being

MID CHILDHOOD STAGE(6-9)

This I were his ADHD Shines

Quaritch has never seen a kid this hyperactive in both his lifetimes

Like they look up and this boy is 50ft in the air using the pipes on the ceiling as monkey bars

Quaritch nearly dies from many heart attacks during this stage

Spiders finally big enough to fit into the exopacks and go with the recoms on patrol

Y’all remember Trazan 2 where Tazan is a kid yea that’s just spider

Lyle also teachs him to shoot (yk with the guns he can lift)

Spider has absolutely no patience

Annoys the hell out of EVERYONE, nobody’s safe

The tablet technique doesn’t work in this stage because his attention span is to small to focus

Quaritch notices he’s starting to look and act like Paz more

Like spiders hair is starting to get darker and his mother’s attitude is starting to show

PRE-TEEN STAGE(10-12)

Speaking of attitude it gets 10x worse in this stage

The second worst stage

This is the stage quaritch has been dreading since the toddler stage

He’s starting to turn into the spider they kno and love

His hair has now reached his shoulders

Z-dog starts putting Viking braids in his hair

He gets really attached to Z-dog in this stage

They’re the bitchy attitude duo

Literally doesn’t want to cooperate with anyone

Him and quaritch are at each other’s throats

Spiders always hungry and eats ungodly amounts of food

I mean he’s a growing boy

His Navi instincts are coming back to him

Like he disappears for like 15 minutes, all the recoms are panicking, and then spider shows up covered in war paint and mud with like 6 fish on his homemade spear

TEEN STAGE (13-16)

Finally

Spiders basically back

When that last day come he barley remembers anything that happened

It’s all like a blur to him

He wakes up pissed on that last day storms into recom meeting “WTF HAPPENED TO MY HAIR!” Cuz yk his dreads are gone

He honestly doesn’t remember most of it but loves listening to the recoms talk about the past 2 weeks

[milequaritchsslut]

Miles Quaritch x Human Reader Headcannons

Warnings: smut, p in v, daddy kink, queue play, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving)

…

SFW

- He doesn’t like it when people touch him, especially people he isn’t comfortable with. But he’ll let you play with his hair, or play with his queue. Only when he says it’s ok, and you know not to touch his queue without his permission. He lets you braid some of his hair when it gets long enough, he’ll be sitting on the edge of his bed as your behind him braiding his thick hair.

NSFW

- He has the biggest daddy kink for sure, it’s such a dominant name for him. He loves the sound of it coming out of your mouth, he adores when you whimper out for him. “D-daddy?” You’d ask, coming into his room after a long day at work. And of course he’d be sitting on his bed waiting for his precious girl.

- He loves seeing you fall apart under him in missionary. His hands are placed around your waist, his grip leaving bruises for tomorrow. You’ll have sweat dripping down your face from the amount of time he’s had you in this position, your reaching your 4th orgasm of the night and it doesn’t seem like he’s gonna stop. Your panting and breathing heavy under him, your hands gripping onto the sheets. He lets out a hiss from how your clenching around him, and he can tell how close you are. “Being such a good girl for daddy aren’t ya?” He’ll ask in a teasing tone, knowing you can’t even comprehend words at the moment. You’ll just mewl out in pleasure as a tear prickles at your eyes. “Aw is my princess crying?” A smirk growing on his lips, his hand wiping the tiny tear that dared to fall.

- While he’s eating you out his grip is extremely tight. Making sure you can’t squirm away. His hands are wrapped around the plush of your thighs

- his tongue would caress the crevices of your cunt, making sure he doesn’t miss one spot

- he loves the way you taste, and especially the way you whimper out when he tastes you

- he’s an old man so of course he has tons of experience in these situations

- He watches how you react when he touches certain places, and how you get flustered when he calls you particular pet names.

[pearlsinmyhair]

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jake sully

- think i need someone older

you had always known that you wouldn’t find satisfaction with the men your age. jake hardily agrees. fem!reader. nsfw

- dilf!jake giving irritated head

need i say more? fem!reader. nsfw

- wrong

being relatively isolated has made your imagination vivid, and with such brain food as the olo’eyktan to fawn over, your mind is never empty of fantasies. but what happens when jake finally takes notice of you? fem!reader. nsfw.

miles quaritch

- “it’s your voice.”

aka quaritch makes an interesting discovery. fem!reader. nsfw

- “hey there”

a teeny tiny brainrot about greeting quaritch, and his reluctant adoration of your antics. neutral!reader. fluff.

neteyam

- a gasp, then silence

mo’at has always had a strong connection to eywa, so when something happens miles away, she feels it. and it destroys her. not an x reader, just a story.

[truetogaia]

Serendipity masterlist ✩

chapter 1: Birth of a grudge ༊*·˚

chapter 2: Claws and Fangs ༊*·˚

chapter 3: coming soon..

[outstandingblue]

Promises to Keep

Eighteen - Three Little Words

recom!miles quaritch x fem!na'vi oc

| Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Nineteen |

What's that thing Wainfleet says all the time? Get some?

cross-posted on ao3 here + wattpad @/beanswolo content warning: explicit language, smut, p in v, fingering, slight cum play (?), alluded breeding kink, miles being rough, teasing, biting, marking, miles almost cums in his pants, blood, mild angst, fluff, cringe word count: 6.3k

Miles was trying to be gentle as he kissed along Jiniraa’s skin, exploring each inch he came in contact with. Her hands explored the expanse of his back, pressing a scratching when he reached sensitive areas of her own body. He was trying to take it slow, but the overwhelming sensations of the bond were making it next to impossible. 

The moment Jiniraa released the smallest whimper imaginable, Miles’ self control snapped in two. He wasn’t able to hold back anymore, no matter how much he wanted to savor this moment. 

Within an instant, Jiniraa was out of Miles’ lap as he pressed her against the floor of the cave. Her hair splayed out beneath her - she looked like the sun. Bright and warm. An essential part of life - she was essential to his life now, but he didn’t have time to dwell on the emotional sentiments as Jiniraa’s lust seeped through their bond. 

Miles’ plank position faltered as her desire mixed with his own. Miles smirked as he slowly traveled down her torso, pressing a sloppy wet kiss at the base of her sternum, “got me losing my strength, babydoll.”

Jiniraa could barely form the words, her rebuttal coming out as breathy pleas for his touch, “please, Miles, I need more.”

Miles nipped at her freshly exposed hip bone, “don’t you worry - I’m just gettin’ started.”

Jiniraa tried to help as Miles slipped the rest of the fabric down her legs, but her excitement and nerves were doing more harm than good, making the task more difficult than it needed to be. Once rid of her flowing pants, Miles traveled back up her legs, beginning at her ankles. Light touches and soft kisses were a juxtaposition to the harsh squeezing and bites as he passed over her knees. As he grew closer to the apex of her thighs, he could smell her arousal. She shifted against the ground in attempts to entice him into doing what she wanted, but there was no need for that. Miles felt like he was already drunk off her pussy without experiencing it yet. 

Although she was comfortable with Miles and trusted him wholeheartedly, there was a sense of anxiety growing in the pits of her stomach as he seemed to delay his actions. Her knees began to close as her arms stretched across her chest, attempting to find a sense of modesty under his intense gaze. Settled between her legs, Miles despised her efforts to hide away. He wasn’t pausing because he was repulsed - which was the nagging fear in Jiniraa’s mind - he was pausing to take in the sight of her.

The way her hair was spread beneath her. The way she had already moved to remove her top of her on volition at some point. The way her entire body twitched in excitement as he trailed his index finger along the inside of her thigh. The way her head would roll back and her back arched slightly off the ground, making the dark bruises around the base of her throat more apparent. The connection of their queues that rested across her stomach, outlined by her arm of glowing dots. He loved it all.

The only thing he didn’t like was the way she tried to shy away. Being connected meant he felt all of her emotions - both the good and bad. He felt her shame and anxiety. Since the day they met, Miles was aware of how she struggled with her self worth, but he thought those negative emotions were far behind them. It seems they prevailed. He hoped she would’ve come to learn over time that there was no need to feel apprehensive around him. He loved her for who she was, even if he hadn’t said those three little words yet - hell, he didn’t even know if the Na’vi said shit like that.

With newfound determination, Miles gave himself a new goal: worship Jiniraa for all she was worth. Tonight wouldn’t be about him - it was about them coming together as one. He was used to being selfish with past partners. Now, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t finish, but it certainly wasn’t a priority as he chased his own high.

Miles grabbed Jiniraa by the hips, pulling her closer against him. Her weeping cunt pressed against his own hardened member, trapped under layers of clothing. He teased, “why you shyin’ away?”

Balancing his weight on one arm, Miles bent over Jiniraa’s torso to move closer to her head. Jiniraa’s eyes were entranced by his every move - his single arm wasn’t straining in the slightest, even though he was balancing hundreds of pounds of muscle on the single limb. 

Once close enough, Miles hummed again, nudging his nose against Jiniraa’s cheek to move her head as he wished. She completed instantly, but ignored his lingering question. Miles wasn’t going to move - he would hover above her pulse until he got his answer. 

Miles almost jumped as Jiniraa’s hand wrapped around the wrist that rested on her hip. He carefully watched her face as she moved the hand where she wanted it to go - where she needed it to go. Painstakingly slow, Jiniraa allowed her knees to fall open to expose her glistening heat to the cool, damp air of the cave. In unison, the pair sucked in a breath as Miles’ fingers made contact with the slick exterior. Miles ran two fingers up the entire length of her slit, trying to familiarize himself with her anatomy.

He cursed as he felt her body clench around nothing, “Jesus Christ, woman.”

Having given up enough control for one evening, Miles took back the reins on the situation as Jiniraa has given his answer. With a glance down, Miles could see how her much smaller hand remained wrapped around his thick wrist as he lazily traced along her slit to tease her a little further. He chuckled, realizing he would have to fight Jiniraa’s iron grip if he tried to retract his hand before she was satisfied. 

Jiniraa whimpered, slightly grinding into Miles' hand, “need you.”

“Gotta stretch you out first, baby, can’t go hurtin’ you,” Miles kissed her clavicle, feeling her heart racing in her chest. His voice trailed off, “wouldn’t forgive myself.”

Holding eye contact, Miles ran a single finger up the length of her slit before slowly pressing inside, meeting little resistance as her slick eased the entry. He remained slow, especially as her face twinged in mild discomfort as one of his fingers was the thickness of two of her own. Miles took her pleasurable whimper to continue, beginning to pump the single finger before adding another once her face relaxed. 

In order to get a better view of her body, Miles shifted to lean on his one side, forearm stretched around the ground. Reaching three fingers, Jiniraa’s hand left his wrist as she began to arch off the ground, trying to grind down on his fingers in time with his thrust. He wasn’t going to withdraw anytime soon, at least not until he came around his fingers. In a flash, Jiniraa’s newly free hand stretched above her head, blindly tapping around to find Miles.

She could feel that familiar build deep with her stomach. In the few times she experimented and touched herself before, it had never felt like this - never this good or building this quickly. 

Miles snickered as Jiniraa’s fingers finally found his own, quickly weaving them together - she was trying to ground herself. Through their bond, Miles could feel her own build affecting his own body. He had yet to take off the makeshift shorts and he deeply regretted it - he was painfully pressed against the rough cloth and unrelenting zipper. Jiniraa seemed to sense his discomfort as he shifted around to find some relief. With her other free hand, Jiniraa tentatively brushed her fingers against the tent in his pants. Now, Miles was never a two-pump chump, but just the feeling of her fingers ghosting over the outline of his cock almost had him cumming in his pants.

“You wanna feel me? Feel my cock?” Miles teased as he shifted his hips out of her reach. Jiniraa pouted, liking the effect such a simple touch had over him, but her thoughts were interrupted as his thumb swiped over her clit while continuing the pumping motion. His fingers began to curl at the apex without slowing down once.

“I can feel you squeezin’ me, baby. Once you cum on my fingers, I’ll fill you up just how you need. How does that sound?”

Jiniraa’s eyes rolled back at his dirty talk - she felt so full as it was with just three of his fingers, she couldn’t imagine being stretched out more, but it was enough to push her over the edge. Her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm raced throughout her entire body. It was almost too pleasurable and she could barely comprehend what was happening as Miles continued to thrust his fingers into her pulsating body, grinning as she writhed under him. He was so busy trying to catch a glimpse of how her slick managed to saturate his entire wrist that he didn’t see her jaw open before clamping down on the meat of his shoulder. She was trying to ground herself in the moment - the overstimulation became too much and almost rendered her temporarily unable to use her brain. Her fangs penetrated the skin but not too deep. She was able to refrain herself that much, but the blood slowly pooled around the fresh wound. 

Jiniraa licked it clean, while muttering an apology, “m’sorry.”

Miles shook his head as he slowly withdrew his fingers, lightly tapping at her spazing cunt, “you cum like that around my cock and there’s gonna be no reason to apologize. Squeezin’ the life outta my fingers, baby.”

Jiniraa nodded as the aftershocks continued to rack through her body. MIles groaned as he licked his fingers clean - her taste was divine. He wanted to bury his face into her, but if he did that he certainly wouldn’t last long enough to actually cum inside her. As Jiniraa continued to twitch along the ground, Miles took the opportunity to finally remove the rest of his clothing, haphazardly throwing it elsewhere. He didn’t care, but it would be a problem later when he tried to find his belt that was tossed into one of the nearby pools.

“Miles..” Jiniraa whispered.

Miles rolled back, carefully moving to rest over Jiniraa’s body. Jiniraa shook as the tip of his cock lightly brushed against the tender and bruised skin of her inner thigh.

Miles mocked her breathlessness, even though he was light headed as well, “what’s that?”

Jiniraa reached down, dancing her fingers along his narrow waist. She couldn’t reach the object of her true desire, but the message got across, “your turn.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but tonight ain’t about me, sweetheart.”

He wouldn’t say it, but if Jiniraa’s hand or mouth came anywhere near his engorged cock, he would be done for. He wasn’t sure if he would blow his load instantly or not, but he wasn’t about to find out - another time. 

Jiniraa began to protest, but Miles silenced her with his lips. Harsh and aggressive as spit slowly pooled at the sides of their mouths. 

Miles pulled back to sit on his haunches, grabbing one of Jiniraa’s legs to hook it around his hip as her entire body was on display for him. In the dim purplish glow of the cave, her slick glimmered as it dripped down her slit and began to form a small puddle on the ground. 

Jiniraa looked down the expanse of her stomach to find MIles on his knees, gently rubbing at her thigh. He looked bigger than usual from this angle. Each curve of his muscled torso and arms were accentuated by the shadows of the cave. His lids were lidded over and pupils blown out. 

Traveling down his body, Jiniraa found his cock standing tall and proud. Her mouth instantly watered at the sight of it: the tip was a deep purple, seemingly painfully engorged by this point. It twitched as blood continued to rush to the appendage. 

Curved ever so slightly to the left, he was long and thick, even though she didn’t have anyone to compare it to. She’d only heard about her friend’s mates, never having seen a hardened member. She almost laughed - even when her friends would talk about their partner’s equipment - which they surely exaggerated for dramatic effect - came nowhere close to what was waiting for her. 

Miles could tell Jiniraa’s mind was beginning to float away as flashes of her memories passed through their bond. He softly slapped the outside of her thigh “you with me?”

“Yes, Miles, I am with you.”

“You ready?”

Jiniraa gulped and nodded, realizing they finally were there. Even though Miles clearly had the capabilities to hurt her in this time of vulnerability, Jiniraa trusted him. He had the strength to kill her with his bare hands, but he would never create any bruise that wasn’t from her pleasure. 

Miles tried to steady himself. His hands were shaking as he almost felt like a sixteen year old who was nervous to even palm at his high school sweethearts chest through her shirt. Jiniraa was nervous as well, but it was difficult to differentiate between her own anxieties and Miles. To ease them both, Jinraa tentatively took one hand away from her hip, intertwining their fingers while giving a slight squeeze, enough to encourage him to continue. 

Miles snapped back to his usual domineering self, pinning their intertwined fingers to the side of Jiniraa’s head. His other hand continued to squeeze at her flesh, holding her still as he shifted his hips to line himself up. He couldn’t tell what he wanted to watch more - her eyes fluttering closed as she embraced him or how she would suck him in inch by inch. 

He settled on her face as a feather light kiss was pressed to the inside of his wrist.

His first thrust was an utter failure, only clipping the rim of her cunt before sliding through her slit. While it wasn’t on purpose, they both revealed in pleasure. Miles groaned when Jiniraa moaned as the head of his cock rubbed along her clit, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. 

Miles growled in annoyance. He was tired of delaying this. He couldn’t wait any longer. The frustration took over more than he’d realized as he pressed the entire head in at once. Jiniraa’s eyes rolled back as she whimpered, spine curling off the floor as their torsos touched together. 

Miles’ strength faltered as the warmth of her cunt seemed to take over, making his mind go blank. His mouth dropped open in a heavy breath, jaw twitching. Miles wanted nothing more than to press further until their hips met, but he knew it would be too much too quickly. 

Through gritted teeth and razor thin restraint, Miles gritted out, “you - you alright?”

Jiniraa nodded, squeezing at their intertwined fingers. Her head lulled around as she tried to process the new sensation. 

“Words - I need words, baby.”

Jiniraa matched his semi-annoyed tone as she just wanted to be filled, “yes,” she hissed, “just fuck me.”

Miles slipped forward another inch at her vulgar language. He’d never heard her use English profanity, even when she was pissed off beyond recognition. She was desperate for more. 

Mockingly, Miles nodded, “yes ma’am.”

His girth was the hardest to overcome, stretching Jiniraa further than she’d ever been able to achieve on her own. There was a dull ache in her pelvis as he finally settled in. Unknowingly, her vaginal muscles tensed as he pressed forward to the hilt. This time, Miles did collapse on top of her as he tried to suppress the quickly growing orgasm. He needed to move or else he was going to bust, “goddamn.”

He was finally close enough that she could kiss him, trying to distract herself from the ebbing pain as she grew accustomed to his length. He was more than happy to comply, but paused to suck in a breath each time her walls squeezed around him. 

“I know you’re still adjustin’ and all, but baby, I gotta move.”

Jiniraa nodded, but quickly corrected herself knowing he would want a verbal response, “please move.”

Miles kissed the corner of her mouth, “since you asked so nicely.”

His thrust started off slow as he carefully studied her face. The movement caused her eyes to clench shut, but he continued as her muscles became more relaxed. Once those sweet little sounds started to spill from her mouth, Miles took it as a sign that he could dial it up a notch. Just because did not mean he lost any depth - he continued to hit that sweet spot deep inside her with every stroke. 

Jiniraa gargled between thrusts, her entire body shifting along the ground as the momentum pushed her upwards, “Miles… you - it feels - so good.”

Miles lowly moaned, “cunt is so, so sweet, babydoll. I’m one lucky man. It’s mine, right?”

Jiniraa whined at his possessiveness, “yours.”

Without missing a beat, Miles continued, “sucking me in so good. Doesn’t want me to leave. You want it? You want my cum?” Jiniraa nodded, walls squeezing at the thought of him painting her insides. Miles smirked, “oh ho ho, I felt that. You want me to fill you up? Have you drippin’ when we get back? So much that I need to push it back inside. Gotta keep it where it belongs, yeah?”

Jiniraa released a high-pitched moan, scratching at his back as the familiar pressure began mounting in her lower abdomen. Miles felt it as well, but he was trying his damndest to hold off until she came around him. He needed to feel her cum clenched around his cock.

The dirty talk was working, but not quickly enough. A skilled hand navigated to the juncture of her legs, expertly finding that little bundle of nerves. One swipe and she was already convulsing on the floor. It wouldn’t be long.

Jiniraa felt light headed as everything suddenly was so overwhelming. She was deprived of air as Miles continued to smother and kiss her. Her clit, already swollen from earlier, was being relentlessly circled with a heavy thumb. Her entire body continued to rock in time with his deep thrusts, each time pressing impossibly further into her. 

“Miles - I -” 

She was unable to finish the sentence before the wave crashed. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Her limbs wrapped around his body, clinging on as he continued to fuck her through the orgasm. In her moment of overwhelming pleasure, Miles sped up his hips in attempts to trail her as closely as possible. Within seconds, he was unloading into her. Half a dozen pumps of sticky cum lined her walls. His balls continued to tighten as they forced every last drop out, milking him for all he was worth. 

With one final thrust, Miles pressed as deep as he could, feeling his cock twitch at the overstimulation as her walls continued to squeeze erratically. Even so, he wasn’t going to pull out anytime soon. No, he would stay deeply settled in the silky warmth. Pulling out now may be too jarring for Jiniraa. 

Once her full body twitching finally slowed to a stop, Miles slowly rolled their conjoined bodies over so she laid against his chest. Nether knew it was possible, but Jiniraa slipped further onto his cock before falling limp against his chest. The first bit of cum slipped out, forming a semi-translucent ring around the base of his cock. 

“That was -” Jiniraa was too breathless to finish the sentence, burying her face into his neck. 

Miles was the same, “yeah.”

After catching their breaths for a minute, Jiniraa traced circles along his bare chest, “the bond is complete now. You are mine and I am yours. Until death.”

Jiniraa licked a beat of sweat off his throat before pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. Miles tensed under her, feeling a rush of blood back to his cock, “you better knock that off before I start fuckin’ you again. This time, I won’t be gentle.”

Jiniraa ignored him as they fell into a peaceful silence. Neither knew how long they stayed there as their breaths fell into tandem. After a while, Jiniraa began to wince in pain as her hips tensed from the position. Miles didn’t want to lift her off, but it was going to happen at some point or another. He slowly sat up, making sure not to jostle Jiniraa as she fought the urge to sleep.

Neither enjoyed the sensation as Miles’ strong arms wrapped around her torso to lift her off his soft cock. While the pressure was gone, Jiniraa suddenly felt empty without him. Her walls constricted, forcing a glob of his cum to slip out of her stretched slit, landing right on his balls. Miles groaned at the sight, forcing himself to look away so he wouldn’t grow hard again.

Jiniraa fell limp against his chest as more of his cum began to slowly seep out, tucking her head into the crook of his neck as she tried to find a comfortable position to rest her exhausted body. 

Like before, Miles softly slapped the outer side of her thigh, “c’mon, stay up for just a few more minutes, sweetheart, then you can sleep.”

Jiniraa bashfully whined, “want you to sleep with me.”

Miles' ego soared, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe I just did that.”

Jiniraa half-heartedly swatted his chest, whining as he lifted her off his lap to lay her against the ground. He gently disconnected their queues and suddenly his mind was too quiet without her there. Her hands reached out as he moved away to wet some extra cloth in a nearby pool. His heart tightened in guilt as he seemed to pull away too quickly. 

He pressed a kiss to her sweaty hairline, trying to smooth it down, “I’m right here. Just gonna clean you up.”

Jiniraa was unable to pay attention as Miles cleaned the inside of her thighs, rough fingers lightly tracing the outlines of bruises. He muttered small apologies when her face tightened, but it was only semi-sincere. He managed to remain relatively tame with his marking this time. It seemed Jiniraa enjoyed it as well - the bite mark on his shoulder and thin scratches along his back were proof enough. 

Miles hesitated for a second as he collected their clothing. He knew they should get dressed, especially in case they were to encounter someone or something, but he just wanted to feel her skin against him. Jiniraa was beginning to grow impatient as he took too long, so he quickly shuffled back, but not before grabbing his revolver to keep it close. It was stupid to throw it so far away in the first place. What would’ve happened if they encountered something as he was balls deep in her? Well for one, Miles would’ve ripped someone to shreds if they saw Jiniraa exposed like that - no one would ever have the opportunity to hear her howls of pleasure or see the way her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

With lidded eyes, Jiniraa reached out for Miles to settle down next to her, “Ma Miles.”

Miles hummed, “what’s that?”

Her exhaustion was undeniable as her words slowed down, “term of endearment. Fondness.” 

Miles hummed again, smoothing down Jiniraa’s hair as she curled into his side. Given the low temperature of the cave, it would’ve been a smarter idea to get redressed, but he was trapped now. There was no way Jiniraa was letting him get up again. 

Miles rubbed at her bare skin, hating the way she was slightly shivering, “get some sleep.”

Jiniraa nodded in agreement. She wasn’t going to fight on that one, “you should too. Sleep.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me. Rest.”

Her breath evened out in under five minutes.

●●●

For the fourth time in twenty minutes, Spider began thinking out loud, “where are they? It’s been hours. She promised to be back before dark. Well, it’s almost dark.”

Lyle and Zdinarsk shared a pointed look. They both made their own observations about what the Colonel and Jiniraa were up to, but they wouldn’t say anything. Afterall, Spider was still a child and they were the closest thing he had to parents. He didn’t ever need to have that mental image in his head.

Lyle widened his arms, roughly slapping Spider on the back, “cheer up kid, I’m sure they’re on their way back. Why don’t you go help Mansk?”

Across the clearing, Mansk scowled at the Corporal. He had finally found solace in the preparation of food and there was nothing he despised more than when someone indeed - not even his darling Renia was immune to his neurotic habits when it came to food preparation. He knew better than to snap at Wainfleet as Spider had been fiddling with his knife for the past hour, periodically sneaking away to see if he could locate the Colonel and Jiniraa. Mansk was the sacrificial lamb to keep the boy entertained.

Begrudgingly, Mansk scooted over to make room for the human. Spider instantly began critiquing the way Mansk was fileting the yerik Spider shot earlier - the first attempt to distract the human was Lopez taking him on hunting expedition. Mansk’s eye twitched under his sunglasses each time Spider reiterated how it wasn’t the Na’vi way, but he managed to keep his cool. 

Lopez was leaning against a tree trunk, repairing a hole in his vest. To no one in particular, he called out. “So you think they finally fuckin’?”

Zdinarsk shot the tattooed Recom a pointed glare, pointing at the human sitting just a few feet away. She was glad Prager and Ja were out on patrol because without a doubt, Prager and Lopez would’ve begun an explicit discussion about the possible sex life of Jiniraa and their Colonel. Spider’s cheeks flushed hot in embarrassment as he tried to hide away. Lopez shrugged his shoulders as no one responded, muttering something about how Miles was one lucky bastard.

A few miles away, Miles and Jiniraa were slowly waking up. Once Miles realized he accidentally fell asleep in the first place, he instantly snapped up to survey their location. He must’ve failed trying to remain awake and keep watch, but it was too hard as Jiniraa continued to curl further into him. His sudden jolting had Jiniraa stirring awake, but at a much slower pace. She was instantly annoyed, ears pinned slightly back as he pulled her from the wonderful sleep.

Miles apologized, “sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to wake ya.”

Jiniraa mumbled something incoherent as she tried to settle back down. Her body was begging to go back to sleep as the soreness began to settle in. She groaned in protest as Miles began to shift away, reaching for his pile of clothes a few feet away. He hastily pulled on the clothing, cursing when he couldn’t find the belt. A thin waist and narrow hips did not agree with standard issued Project Phoenix military pants - his hip bones were on display as the pants instantly sagged at his first step

Jiniraa continued to lay on the ground, having reached over to use his tank top as a makeshift pillow in his absence. She was wide away now as she continued to admire the view of his broad back and shoulders as he navigated the dimly lit cave in search for his belt. Miles cursed, reaching into a shallow pool of water as he finally found his belt, “oh, fuck this.”

Jiniraa grabbed the canteen, taking a few deep gulps of the lukewarm water. While she didn’t want to leave their little bubble, she knew Miles would want to reconvene with the group sooner rather than later, so she may as well start getting herself ready. 

She bit her lip as the thoughts of Spider suddenly crashed down upon her conscience - what would he think? Would he approve? Spider had his father’s ability to hold a grudge, so if he was upset with her, she would have to grovel endlessly until he accepted it. There was nothing they could do to change their mating bond, not that either wanted to. 

Miles’ soft spot for Jiniraa had increased tenfold over the previous night. As a human, Quaritch had never felt this way for a woman. Not even Paz Soccoro, Spider’s mother, who got pregnant during their stint as fuck buddies. His love for Paz was different, mostly because she was something constant in a time of uncertainty. 

But his love for Jiniraa? A whole other level. The softness of her skin, the way her eyes shone in the darkness, the trail of glowing freckles, her little laughs at Spider’s interactions with the other Recoms. All of it. He loved her because she was good. Better than he ever would have deserved, but she still chose him. She chose him because she saw the good Miles had buried deep inside. The chance to do better. She’d given him a reason to be better - for her, for Spider, for his team. 

Miles couldn’t help it as he hastily dropped to his knees, pulling Jiniraa flush against his chest. She was slightly startled as she was in the middle of dressing, but reciprocated nonetheless. She melted against him, but her clinging wasn’t nearly as desperate as Miles’ was. He was scared. Scared of how she made him feel - scared because he felt safe enough to just fall asleep next to her. Scared that now he had something to lose. 

“Ma Miles, what is wrong? What is it?”

Miles shook his head, not wanting to say anything. There was a tightening in his throat - if he tried to say anything, it would come out choked. Jiniraa didn’t push it any further, not needing their entangled bond to decipher the intense emotion he was feeling as his hands began to shake around her. She remained as calm as possible, slowly stroking at his bare back as she murmured reassurances against his ear. 

Miles’ voice was muffled against the skin of her collar bone. Jiniraa tried to pull away so she could hear him better, but Miles grip tightened on her as a sudden shot of fear coursed through his veins. Once again, he mumbled something that was muffled by her skin.

Jiniraa didn’t try to pull back this time as she softly whispered, “what did you say?”

Miles lifted his head from his hiding place to stare into her eyes. 

“I said I love you,” Miles declared. Jiniraa recognized the utter devotion and sincerity he held in them as they were glossed over with a thin layer of moisture.

Jiniraa pressed her forehead against Miles. The words didn’t quite make sense to her as it wasn’t a usual part of Na’vi relationships, but she knew they must’ve held weight as Miles struggled to say time until the third try. 

“Oel Ngati Kameie, Ma Miles,” Jiniraa whispered back. 

Miles laughed, remembering how flustered Spider got a few weeks ago when he asked the kid for a translation, “that your way of sayin’ I love you, huh?”

Jiniraa shook her head, “it means ‘I see you’.”

Miles hummed, not having enough emotional capacity to try and maneuver through the cryptic and riddling complexity of the Na’vi language. He would just imagine that’s what she said. 

There was little rush to leave the cave as they slowly gathered the rest of their items. Jiniraa pouted as Miles strapped his tactical vest back on. It probably was a good thing his back wasn’t exposed, but Jiniraa had no way to cover the bruises that painted her skin. At least the bite mark around the roundness of his shoulder was impossible to hide. 

“Quit your pouttin’, we gotta head back. Can’t delay any longer,” Miles caressed the side of her face. With a huff, Jiniraa took one last look at her special hiding place before beginning the ascent upwards towards the mouth of the cave. Miles followed closely behind, ready to grab at her waist in case the ground shifted under her and she slipped. 

Even though it was beginning to get dark, the light was still blinding as they exited the cave. Jiniraa hissed as she covered her eyes, turning around the shield herself from the sun. Miles rolled his eyes at her dramatics, even though he wanted to do the same thing. 

“Call your ikran. It is almost eclipse and we do not have time to climb up again.”

Miles complied, placing two fingers between his lips and whistling as loud as he could. Jiniraa’s ears flattened slightly, not liking how Miles had cheated and used a human-style call for Cupcake. They waited in silence for a few seconds before the powerful flaps of wings could be heard. Cupcake soared down from above, chittering as he was finally reconnected with Miles. Miles grimaced at the dried blood around Cupcake’s jaw, but said nothing of it. He must’ve just gone hunting and it obviously was successful. 

Even though their exit of the cave was unrushed, Miles’ anxieties were beginning to build once they were out in the open. He wanted to return to the safety of the group as quickly as possible, only pausing for a moment before shuffling Jiniraa towards the jittery ikran. The flight was rather smooth as the winds were working in their favor for once. Jiniraa would wince every once and a while at the soreness between her legs, but it was nothing a few of Miles' caresses couldn’t fix.

As Miles slid off his ikran, maybe twenty or so yards away from the group’s clearing, he paused Jiniraa in her tracks. “You gotta hold back Spider when we get back - that kid is going to try and slice my balls off.”

Jiniraa rolled her eyes at his graphic description, but there was a real sense of fear behind Miles’ joke. She returned his smirk as she turned away, “you are a big baby.”

Spider was pacing around the fire as Jiniraa and Miles finally broke through the treeline. In an instant, he was all up on her like a crazed mother hen with a rapid fire of questions asking where she was, why it took so long, and if she knew how worried he was.

Miles took a half step in front of Jiniraa, trying to save Jiniraa from the rapid fire questioning, “kid, slow it down.”

Miles' protective step was enough to tell him everything. Spider’s eye twitched as he quickly glanced between the two. In his crazed questioning, he hadn’t seen the bruising that littered Jiniraa’s chest and abdomen. Once he saw the bite mark on Miles’ shoulder, Spider lost it.

“You son of a bitch! You fucking -” Spider cursed, waving a pointed finger at the Colonel. Miles stood there with an amused and cocky expression - it just added fuel to the fire. 

Jiniraa was the only one thinking rationally as she tried to diffuse the situation, “Spider, calm down.”

Spider whipped to her, “calm down?! You mated with this piece of fucking-”

Jiniraa’s demand had everyone stop what they were doing. “That’s enough!”

A few of the Recoms snickered at her outburst, but her glare was enough to make their tails go between their legs. Spider huffed through a few breaths, as he continued to glare up at the Colonel. Miles’ lip twitched and everyone knew he was about to make matters a whole lot worse.

To Jiniraa, but loud enough for Spider to hear, Miles murmured, “I told you so.”

Spider unsheathed his blade, swinging it at the Colonel, “you - you fucker.”

Miles had been expecting it, so he jumped back in defense. He didn’t even scrape his pant leg. In a very un-Jiniraa-like fashion, she stepped in front of Miles to stop Spider, but she wasn’t quick enough as Spider accidentally slashed her forearm. Spider was too blinded by his rage to even notice that Jiniraa had moved to protect her mate, but his blade clattered to the ground as he realized what he had done

“I-I’m so sorry, ‘Niraa, really - I didn’t mean-” Spider choked out.

Jiniraa cut him off, trying to suppress her winces, “it’s okay, Spider, really. I’m okay. I know you didn’t mean to.”

Miles was next to Jiniraa instantly to survey her wound, pressing down against it. It wasn’t deep by any means and wouldn’t even need stitches, but in that moment he was back all those weeks ago when she was attacked by viperwolves. All that fear he was so scared about came rushing back. Spider seemed to realize the care the Colonel actually held for Jiniraa as he quickly searched her over. 

Miles fought to suppress the urge to scream at Spider for what he had done, but it would’ve made Jiniraa more upset. With his ears pinned flat to his head as he glared at the human, but softened as he saw the way his hands were shaking. 

The rest of the Recoms were awkwardly watching from their respective seats. Zdinarsk was prepared to tackle Spider to the ground if needed. Lyle had the same thoughts about the Colonel. 

Mansk was the first to speak in the aftermath of the confrontation. 

“Dinner is ready,” Mansk called out, hoping it would diffuse the situation. It didn’t, but everyone was about to have the most awkward dinner of their lives. 

Next: Nineteen - What's Real?

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so this has so many errors throughout it, but i wanted to post before i started driving back to school in a few hours.

i hope you enjoyed and it wasn't too cringe. ain't been bedded in six months (tmi i'm sorry)

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