#miles quaritch headcanons

[kyewbenjamin]

Damn, his cute meow ears are so cute. They move so sweetly... I wanna lick em'.

[milequaritchsslut]

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Pairings: Neytiri x reader, Ronal x reader, Z-dog x reader, Tonowari x Reader, Miles x Reader,

Warnings: yandere, sub-dom relationships, sub reader, p in v, fingering, keeping tabs on you, overly possessive partners, hissing, daddy kink, mommy kink, mentions of killing, ownership kink, collar kink, poisoning, lying

Miles

- He’s definitely an angry yandere, getting overly irritated over the smallest of things. The way people look at you, for even a brief second. He’s convinced himself that everyone is trying to take you away from him, literally everyone. Even his own teammates, Lyle, Z-dog, and Ja.

- He gets irritated when he has to be gone on a mission for more then two days, he can’t see his little princess :(. And he’ll be in a bad mood for the rest of the mission because of it.

- He walks around, his tail tightly wrapped around your small thigh, sometimes even your arm. It’s a way he protects what’s his, so you’ll never be too far from him. It might leave a mark once in awhile, if your being a brat, or someone comes up to talk to you while he’s next to you. He’s the only one who gets your attention, he’s the only one worthy of it.

- There’s no question about it, he’d kill for you easily. Whether you ask for it or not, he kills people all the time, this would be no different.

- He makes sure that he knows everything that’s going on with you. Every single little detail, and he’ll even remind you of interactions you literally forgot about. He keeps tabs on everywhere you go, making sure your clocking in with the lab coats. What time you get back to your room, how many meals you ate. Who you talked to and why, and he’ll overly question you when you tell him it was a male coworker. He makes mental notes of who you do and don’t like, he’ll make sure to be extra rude to them when he passes by.

- He uses his high position to get you special things around the base. Maybe a steak dinner, new clothes you’ll like. He showers you in gifts whenever you ask, but most of the time he surprises you. Somehow your room will be under repair, and you’d have nowhere to go. But of course he’ll be there with open arms, waiting for you to ask. “Of course sweetheart!” “Your always welcome here princess”.

- He makes you scream that he owns you, that you only belong to him. And him alone. He’s rutting into you ruthlessly, your heavy pants and moans being heard from outside the door. His hands gripping onto your waist, definitely leaving marks for tomorrow. He watches you with a sly smile, his canines showing through to you. He looks almost evil, his mind relishing in the way he can control you. “C’mon say it baby” he’d coo mockingly, his hips hitting your thighs at an obnoxious pace. But all you could do was mumble out random words, trying your best not to cry. “I said say it” he’d hiss out, your cunt clenching around him deliciously. “Y-you own me daddy!” You’d whine out, head thrown back as tears prickle at the sides of your eyes.

Ronal

- We all know she’s a dom, even more now that she’s met you. She’s obsessed, all she thinks about is how your doing while your away. Counting down the minutes until she can see you again. She worries so much for her precious girl, her sweet little thing. So small and pretty, for only her to have. She wants you, hungry for your pretty little hands in hers. Your breathe heaving on her neck as her fingers plunge deeper and deeper into you.

- She thinks of you all day, wondering how her darling is doing. The second she gets home, she’s dashing to you. Asking you how you’ve been, what you did today. And especially who you talked to, and if they treated you good or not.

- Her eyes widen in shock as she sees that you had been hurt during a hunt. “Oh my precious girl!” “Do not be so reckless” “Come over here” looking up at you, as your tiny frame stands before her. Her hands holding yours, an angry expression on her face as she begins her lecture. “You cannot be so stupid y/n” she’d hiss out, her angry radiating off her body. After she’s done scolding and patching you up she’ll sit you on her lap, kissing your neck softly. Happy that your home safe with her, her arms wrapping around your waist as she tells you about how much she loves you. “That was scary ma y/n” she’d hum into your ear, a warm smile on her face. The heat of your body colliding together to form a higher temperature. “I love you so much”

- She doesn’t let you outside, unless it’s completely necessary. And that’s once in a blue moon, maybe, just maybe once a week. She’s very strict with you, scared she’ll lose you. She can’t have her precious baby getting hurt can she? So she doesn’t let you see the outside world, keeping you hidden from the cruel world that lurks outside.

Z-dog

- This woman is batshit crazy, nothing you’ve ever seen before.

- She’s obsessed with your body, touching every part of you. Fantasying about the feeling of your bodies colliding. Your hot breath on her as she kisses down your neck sensually. She’s all over you when you two are alone. Placing you on her lap, telling you about what a good girl you are for mommy. “Such a good girl for me” “My little slut” she’d hum into your ear, nibbling on your neck, her hands wandering lower and lower by the second.

- She puts a collar around you when your alone. She owns you so what better way to show you. A light pink collar, sliver spikes coming out of it. Similar colored leash tied to it, pulling it and yanking on it while she’s rutting into you from behind. Your gasps and mewls pushing her along more and more.

- She marks you when you go out to work, bite marks trailing down your thighs. Her smell lingering on your body no matter how much perfume you put on.

- She death glares everyone who looks at you, talks to you, or even mentions your name. It doesn’t matter if their being nice or not, they don’t have any right to talk about her beautiful girl without her permission.

Tonowari

- Such a sweetie pie, making sure your fed and full every hour. Cooing into your ear about how much he loves you, and how he’ll never leave you. Loves the way your skin feels on his, he likes your thighs. He watches you walk sometimes, mesmerized by your body. So soft and plush for him, he loves holding you close. Sitting you on his lap as he nuzzles into your neck.

- He always wants to hear about how your day went. But the second you mention another man he goes dead silent, staring you down while he anger rises. He shuts you up right away, hissing at the thought of you in the same proximity of another male other then him. The thought haunts him, he can’t have it that way. He despises it when you talk to other men without his permission. He hates it

- He might even make you sick himself, scared you’ll leave him. Maybe he puts some of that fruit in your meal that your obviously allergic to and watches you cough and feel confused. But of course he’s at your beck and call! “My precious girl!” He shouts as he picks you up in his arms as he kisses and cuddles you. Making you feel all better, reminding you about how much he actually takes care of you. He then blames it on someone else, saying it was probably that boy you were talking to who gave you that fruit. And of course you believe him! Why ever would he lie to you?

Neytiri

- She’s probably the most possessive out of everyone, maybe not the most obsessed but overly possessive. Her mind has warped her perspective of the world, your the only thing that matters now. The only one who she needs to care about, and care for. Your her number one priority now, even over herself.

- She always makes sure your doing your best, pushing you to do better at anything. Always helping you with training, joining you during hunts. She just wants what’s best for you, even if that means pushing you to do your best.

- She’s always watching, making sure you don’t go to far from her. Mesmerizing your whole schedule, every little step you make she knows about. She’s always ‘accidentally’ bumping into you while your doing your chores.

[whxre-bxby]

Teaching Na'vi (Quaritch x Y/N)

Y/N and Spider teaching Quaritch and the recoms to speak Na'vi.

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"It's 'oel ngati kameie'. You have to touch your forehead like this when you say it." Y/N says, demonstrating it to them.

Spider nods. "But it means more than just I see you in front of me'. It means I see... into you." he adds and Y/N nods along, looking up at Quaritch who seems to be getting frustrated.

The others are just watching while Quaritch is suffering being the chosen one to try it out.

"Okay, hold on," Quaritch says, readjusting his stance and straightening his posture. "Oel ngati kameie." He speaks, pronouncing everything correctly and doing the right arm movement.

Spider smiles, glad to see he finally got it right. He looks at Y/N and to his surprise, her expression has completely changed.

He had demonstrated it perfectly and while he had said it, Quaritch used Y/N as a focus point. He looked her in the eyes and said it so perfectly, that Y/N was speechless and staring at him with wide sparkling eyes and an open mouth.

"No- Y/N. He didn't mean it." Spider quickly spoke, grabbing Y/N's shoulder and lightly shaking her as if he needed to wake her from a trance.

"But... he looked at me and-"

"No no no, it's practice. Y/N snap out of it!" Spider panicked while Quaritch watched confused, wondering what had happened.

Y/N:

Tag list: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[cats-and-fiction]

Pulling his Tail

Once Again just in case for people who havn‘t watched Avatar yet. A spoiler warning.

Na‘vi Quaritch and human reader

You two walked along the tall wall in a leisurly pace. Him just wanting to do a round and make sure everything is safe and you had simply decided to come along.

He is walking in front of you with his tail slowly swishing from one side to the other.

It was a random intrusiv thought. Your hand moved forward and you grabbed it. Holding his tailtip with your hand, his tail still trying to move from left to right.

Though it only took mere seconds for him to notice. Ears turned backwards, rigid pose as he suddenly stopped and you almost ran into his back.

His tail is pretty sensitive and he reminded you from then on to better not do it again

Though it would be a lie if he told you it felt bad. The opposite, if you two got busy if you give his tail a little tug he would get a bit rougher with you

Reminding you who has the reins in the hands. And who is a bad girl/boy? Did Daddy need to remind you again?

If you twirl it around your fingers and get flirty with him he will pin you against a wall the second he gets a chance. And then in the end of the day he would make sure you couldn't walk straight the next morning

[im-his-druidess]

//SWEATING PROFUSELY// Perhaps a tiny blurb of plus sized!fem reader and Na'vi!Quaritch? Doesn't have to be nsfw! <3 MWUAH

😘

"I do not purr," Quaritch said gruffly, his voice nothing but a dangerous rumble that had shivers trailing up your spine, and you barely hid your smile at the irritated flick and swish of his tail.

You've been having this same conversation for what felt like hours now and you could tell that your lover's legendary patience was starting to fray.

"You absolutely purr. Sounds like a jet engine about to launch...it's kind of adorable," you teased and saw his massive shoulders tense.

His golden eyes snapped to you and narrowed into slits as he put his tablet down, finally giving you his full attention, and you fought the urge to preen. That had been your goal this entire time, after all. His pointed ears twitched before pinning back against his skull and his lips peeled off his fangs in a snarl.

Before you could blink you were flat on your back, bouncing against the mattress you had been perching on with a small 'oof' as you registered a large blue hand on your chest pinning you down, and then those sharp fangs and bright eyes were barely an inch away from your face. A fierce growl rumbling deep in his chest and you swore you could feel the vibrations rattling your bones. For a split second your heart leapt into your throat at the aggressive display, your human brain shooting out panicked signals at being so close to a predator, but then those wickedly sharp fangs were nibbling gently against your throat.

"You raggedy bitch," you gasped in shock before erupting into a fit of giggles, slapping at his broad shoulders in retaliation, and you could feel him grinning smugly against your skin.

"I am not adorable," was his only response before he traveled down to nuzzle against your stomach, biting through the thin material of your shirt so he can happily nibble on your squishy midsection, and his large hands curled around your push thighs as he settled closer to you.

You scratched at the nape of his neck and grinned at the responding flex and squeeze of his hands. Immediately the thought of a cat kneading into a fluffy blanket popped into your head, but you decided to keep that image to yourself.

"Of course not. You're my big bad warrior," you cooed and Quaritch grunted in agreement while burrowing his face even more against your tummy. His tail flicked anxiously before curling securely around your ankle and calf.

"You got that right, sweetheart."

[inmyfxith]

SFW Alphabet - Colonel Miles Quaritch

A/N -> This template isn't mine, I don't remember where I found it so if it's yours don't hesitate to tell me so I can credit you.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Miles is constantly impressed by his partner's sense of humor. They have a knack for finding the funniest angle in any situation and can often turn a mundane conversation into a hilarious one. Miles loves their quick wit and the way they can come up with clever responses on the spot. He also appreciates their ability to find humor in difficult situations, as it helps to lighten the mood and make things more bearable. In general, Miles finds his love interest's sense of humor to be incredibly attractive and one of the things that drew him to them in the first place.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Miles has always had a thing for slender waists, and his love interest's is no exception. He loves the way it curves and how it feels to wrap his arms around it when they are dancing or cuddling. He finds it to be a very sensual and feminine feature, and he can't resist running his hands over it whenever they are in close proximity.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Miles likes to cuddle in a way that allows him to feel close to his love interest but also gives them space to breathe. He will often wrap his arm around them or hold them close, but will also make sure to give them enough room to move and be comfortable.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Miles's ideal date would involve an adventure. He loves to try new things and wants to share these experiences with his love interest.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Around his love interest, Miles tends to be more laid back and relaxed. He feels comfortable enough to be himself and doesn't feel the need to put on a facade.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Miles is open to the idea of starting a family with his love interest, but wants to make sure they are on the same page about their long-term goals and priorities. He wants to make sure they are both ready and willing to take on the responsibility before moving forward.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Miles is not a fan of extravagant gift-giving, but he does appreciate the sentiment behind it. He prefers more practical gifts or ones that have personal meaning, such as a photo album or a piece of jewelry with a special significance.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Miles likes to hold hands with his partner when they are out in public or when he wants to show them affection in a more subtle way. He finds it a simple but meaningful way to stay connected and show his love.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If his love interest got hurt, Miles would be extremely worried and would do everything in his power to help them. He would take them to the hospital if necessary and stay by their side until they were feeling better. He would also do whatever he could to find out what caused the injury and prevent it from happening again.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Miles enjoys teasing his partner and playing pranks, as long as they are done in good fun. Miles has a mischievous streak and likes to play tricks on his partner, but he also knows when to back off if they are not in the mood.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Miles is a passionate kisser and likes to take his time when kissing his love interest. He is gentle and tender, but also knows when to be more aggressive and passionate. He pays attention to their body language and adjusts his style accordingly.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Miles shows his love for his love interest in many ways, including through small gestures of affection and by always being there for them when they need him. He is not one to express his feelings through grand gestures or flowery words, but his actions speak louder than words.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Miles's favorite memory with his love interest is a weekend getaway they took to a secluded cabin in the woods. They spent the days exploring the surrounding area and the evenings cuddled up in front of the fireplace. Miles remembers feeling completely at peace and content in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of his partner's embrace.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Miles's worst fear is losing his partner. He is deeply in love with them and can't imagine life without them. The thought of being without them fills him with a sense of dread and he does everything he can to ensure their safety and happiness.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

One quirk that Miles has is that he is a bit of a neat freak. He likes to keep his living space clean and organized and can get anxious if things are out of place. This can sometimes be a source of tension between him and his partner, who may not be quite as organized.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Miles would call his partner, he would probably use their name, but he might also use pet names or nicknames as a term of endearment. He might call them "honey" when they are being affectionate, or use a nickname that only he uses to show his love and affection. Miles values intimacy and likes to find ways to make his partner feel special and loved. (His partner would definitely need to call him “sir” or “commander” as a sign of respect and submission…)

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Miles and his partner enjoy spending quality time together by doing activities that they both enjoy, such as going for a hike or trying out a new restaurant. Miles also values quieter, more low-key activities, such as spending an evening at home cooking dinner together or playing board games. He finds that these activities bring them closer together and allow them to connect on a deeper level.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

The song that reminds Miles of his love interest is "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley. The song brings back fond memories of their love and commitment to each other.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Miles is generally open and honest with his partner, but he does have a few secrets that he keeps to himself. He values privacy and doesn't like to share certain aspects of his personal life with just anyone. However, he trusts his love interest and knows that he can confide in them when he needs to.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took Miles and his partner a few months to get together, as Miles initially saw his love interest as just another conquest. He admired their intelligence, wit, and sense of humor, and found himself drawn to their strong and confident personality. However, Miles enjoyed using his power and influence to get what he wanted. He pursued his partner relentlessly, using his charm and charisma to try and win them over. At first, his partner was resistant, but Miles was persistent and eventually wore them down.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

When Miles's partner is upset, he is very attentive and caring. He wants to do everything he can to make them feel better and will go out of his way to do things for them, such as bringing them their favorite comfort food or taking them for a walk to clear their head. Miles is not the most emotional person, but he knows how to be there for his love interest when they need him.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Miles is proud of his partner and likes to show them off to his friends and family. He admires their accomplishments and is always boasting about their talents and achievements. He is also proud of their strength and resilience, and loves the way they stand up for themselves and what they believe in.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Miles is very protective of his love interest and would do anything to defend them. He would fight for them, beside them, or in front of them, depending on the situation. Miles values loyalty and commitment, and knows that his love interest is someone he can always count on.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Miles is very good at reading his love interest and can usually tell when something is bothering them. He pays close attention to their body language and the way they speak, and is able to pick up on subtle changes in their demeanor. He knows when to give them space and when to offer support, and is generally very attuned to their needs and feelings.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

If Miles were to propose to his love interest, he would probably do so in a romantic and thoughtful way. He might take them on a special date or surprise them with a thoughtful gift. Miles is not the most expressive person, but he knows how to be romantic and make his love interest feel special.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

What makes Miles feel calm is spending time with his love interest. He finds their presence to be soothing and finds that their company helps to ease his stress and anxiety. Miles also enjoys activities that allow him to relax and clear his mind, such as going for a run. He finds that these activities help him to focus and feel more grounded.

[jakesullysleftnipple]

Miles Quaritch Headcanons

I haven't seen any post on here of Miles's headcanons, so let me make a Google doc full of them for all the Miles lovers like myself. So enjoy~ (You can find the link to the Google doc on the pinned post as well)

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I will be updating this Google doc if anyone else suggests new headcanons that I too agree with! Let me know your headcanons for him you have, I'd love to hear them!!

[neytiris-3rd-finger]

— what's going on down there?: a dick analysis

ᥫ᭡ featuring :: jake sully, miles quaritch & norm spellman

ᥫ᭡ includes :: their human forms + avatar forms

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: talking about dicks obviously, explicit sexual content (?), humor lol

ᥫ᭡ note :: if you know anything about arachine, you know i love a good dick analysis. these posts are intended for comedic purposes only, which means they’re not to be taken seriously.

— jake “ima slut you out” sully

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: as we all know, jake’s life on earth was very unfulfilling. he was a man who sacrificed his legs for the fate of the country, only to be disposed of into the unforgiving hands of society, with no way to reap the benefits (or lack thereof) that veterans were promised to receive. and after losing the privilege of mobility, his body changed drastically. he got smaller, his body got weaker, and yet, one thing remained—that dick! jake is a survivor, through and through—his personal motto is: if it ain’t broken, then it’s still working—and boy, he does not disappoint when it comes to the downstairs department. standing tall at 7 inches, is little jake (maybe not so little). when flaccid, his length measures at a solid 5.7 inches. definitely a grower. 

⟳ width: a little bit on the skinnier side, but he knows how to use it and that’s all that matters!

⟳ color: i think for the most part, his shaft definitely matches the rest of his body; though, i can see it maybe being slightly a little more darker at the base, like a very light beige. when he’s flaccid, his tip is a pretty pink, almost like a ballet slipper (aka the best pink). turns into an angry red when fully erect!

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: jake pegs me as the kinda guy who doesn’t really care? i mean, trimming isn’t foreign to him, because he has trimmed it before, and does so when he notices it’s gotten to be too long…but, i don’t think it’s something that he does often. to him, it’s just hair. he’s on his grown man shit, you know? 

02. curved?: uhm, yes! you know that one beyoncé lyric? yeah. 

03. any veins?: absolutely covered in ‘em

04. how he fucks with it: i’d like to think before his accident, he was a doggy style connoisseur—come on, it’s jake we’re talking about here. can’t nobody tell me otherwise! i just know he had bitches bent over, weaves sweated out, makeup all over the pillows…mans was f-u-c-k-i-n-g okay? fuckingggg. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: the masses may attack me, but it’s time i spoke up. the man has a monster schlong. a cooter cat killer, if you will. if you thought his human form was big, shit, you ain’t seen nothing yet! completely flaccid, his cock measures to about 10 inches. when fully hard, he grows an additional three! talk about impressive…

⟳ width: so thick that it basically slaps his thighs when he walks. the man could create a beat with it, get em into the soundcloud business now!

⟳ color: self explanatory tbh, it’s fucking blue. as blue as papa smurf’s ass. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that because he’s an avatar, he grows hair there. even if i’m wrong, i’m right. i don’t give a damn what james cameron says. he’s basically my character at this point, and i will him to have hair damnit! just…the idea of him having a full bush down there, in the wild, all primitive and shit…does something to me. idk. don’t ask me why i’m so nasty, blame my deadbeat father. 

02. curved?: is a banana yellow? there’s your answer. 

03. any veins?: i might have a brain aneurysm just thinking about it, but yes! god, yes. so many…so, so, so many. ribbed for her pleasure or whatever trojan said. 

04. how he fucks with it: is he still the doggy style connoisseur? yes. but now that’s got the strength of 20 men, backshots sound a whole lot like gunshots now. they say every time the mighty toruk makto thrusts into a cunt, a tree falls down or something. so, yes. fucks hard, fucks rough, fucks like he’s on a mission. what’s that one tik tok audio? “rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service, i dive in her cervix.” yeah, he lives by that. 

— miles “on your knees, cadet!” quaritch

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: just gonna cut right to the chase. he’s huge. like pussy splitting huge. i don’t care what anyone says, you can argue with ya friend, you can argue with ya mother, but you cannot argue with me! coming in at a solid 6 when flaccid, quaritch takes the cake for the biggest cock on this list (at least, human form wise). at full length, he measures to about 7.8 inches! 

‘booooo’ you say, well, guess what? it’s the truth, and i’m just the messenger. whether you hate him or love him, he’s just that guy. 

⟳ width: surprisingly average. but it’s okay, sometimes you can’t have the best of both worlds. 

⟳ color: if my memory serves me right, he was pretty tan in the first movie. so, i’m gonna stick with that and say that it’s a pretty tan that transitions into a pale pink. i don’t know if some of you have seen old dick, but their tips get less saturated with age. it’s a phenomenon (not really, the blood flow to the groin is just a lot slower, which can make it appear kind of gre—anyway, i digress!)

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: this man is a colonel, so he’s all about discipline and keeping things nice and tidy. so, obviously, his hygiene reflects that. i don’t think he goes completely bald, but he does give it a good trim. kind of like a fade…just imagine a patch of grey, prickly hair. yeah. 

02. curved?: yes, and since he’s older, it’s probably curved a lot. you could probably hang something on it. maybe a towel, or a lanyard. it’s definitely useful for something!

03. any veins?: god, i don’t know why, but i have it in my head that he’s on steroids. he’s just so buff and strong, and i mean, yeah, he could just be really fit…but he could also be a self-image obsessed freak who takes drugs to be the perfect soldier. the correlation, you ask? well, i just feel like people who take steroids are really veiny, and i feel like his dick would be really, really veiny. so, thus the rant about steroids. steroid dick. 

04. how he fucks with it: don’t let his age fool you. he may very well be pushing his late fifties, but he’s still a young man at heart—and he’s definitely got the sex drive to prove it! i can see his favorite position being something like missionary. not so much because he enjoys the intimacy of it (like being face to face), but more so because he’s got a size kink—and definitely a dacryphilia kink. he enjoys seeing his partners cry, whether in pain, or in pleasure, or both! so, when you’re fucking him, don’t expect anything romantic. he just wants to see your pretty little face all teary eyed and pathetic. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: so big you can see it from space; that’s how the RDA mfs know they’re close, because they can see the tip protruding from pandora. no, but seriously, it’s still really huge. like maybe 12-14 inches—maximum. 

⟳ width: probably twice as thick as a human’s forearm. and god, it’s sooooo heavy. big breeding balls to match. 

⟳ color: blue blue blue…like wet fun dip. with just as many stripes as the american flag or whatever. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: yes, but the hair is black instead of grey and it’s probably really straight because na’vi hair is straight as fuck. 

02. curved?: sir, yes sir. 

03. any veins?: what’d i say? steroid dick. but even worse (better) now bc he’s so damn tall, he needs all the blood he can get down there.

04. how he fucks with it: has you in all types of positions. his favorites are anything that shows off his new found strength, so i’m betting on full nelsons and mating presses. just fast, powerful strokes. lives by the motto: can’t stop, won’t stop.

— norm “what’s the sq root of 69?” spellman

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: i’m sorry to disappoint the norm fuckers (if there are any), but he’s not that big. when he’s soft, his cock measures to about 4.8 inches, and at most, 6.2 inches when hard. 

⟳ width: skinny dick. 

⟳ color: dawg he’s so white, it’s like hella pale and the tip is so pink that when he’s aroused, it looks like there’s something wrong.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: like jake, i don’t think he really cares.

02. curved?: straight like a pencil

03. any veins?: like two, and they’re really prominent because he’s so fucking pale.

04. how he fucks with it: i don’t think human norm is getting puss, let’s be real. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: i am a firm believer in N.W.B.C—nerds with big cocks. it’s just the universe’s way of saying thank you, they just…they just do so much for us, you know? norm may not have been packing down there in his human form, but this was his second chance at redemption. he’s now a proud member of N.W.B.C, sporting an impressive 15 inches. you know that one scene in the first spider-man when pete’s looking at himself in the mirror and he looks inside his briefs? yeah, that was norm when he found out. the man got so excited, he accidentally catapulted a scientist out of pandora’s atmosphere with the weight of his cock. joking. 

⟳ width: on the skinnier side but still toe curling, nonetheless.

⟳ color: laffy taffy blue, with little (big) blueberry balls.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: no, he’s too busy in the lab and getting na’vi puss.

02. curved?: unfortunately no

03. any veins?: more than before, which he was pleasantly surprised to see.

04. how he fucks with it: norm’s got a big dick, but he acts so shy, like he’s scared of it or something. like stop playing boy and drop them drawls, the fuck? anyway, i think norm’s a sub. he pegs me as the type of guy who likes strong women, women who’ll tell him to shut the fuck up (because he talks so much) and eat their pussies. i guess this makes him a munch. yeah, he’s a munch. ice spice actually wrote that song with him in mind!

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[kayimx]

YOU KNOW WHO THIS MOTHERFUCKER LOOK LIKE LOWKEY??

LOOOOK

[kyewbenjamin]

Well, I'm writing a new batch of headcannons here and I would like me to write something that will really interest people, so welcome to the comments! Write what you want and I will gladly try to fulfill it.

[milequaritchsslut]

Miles Quaritch x Human Reader Headcannons

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

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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.

[milequaritchsslut]

YAYAYAYAYAY YE SYES YE SYES YES SYE SYE SOHBHBHHH MYYYYY GODDDDD

DO YOU WANT ME ?

- AVATAR PUSSY EATING HEADCANONS

A/N: this is so shitty I’m so sorry. I have so much stuff to write and I finished this quickly ti feed you guys so! REQUESTS OPEN.

MASTERLIST | REQUEST INFORMATION

PAIRINGS: jake sully, miles quaritch, tonowari x female reader

WARNINGS: filthy smut oh my god.. Dacryphilia, overstimulation, praise, mention of punishment, mention of daddy briefly, clit sucking, tongue fucking, small mention of sensuality, I think that’s it.

- JAKE SULLY

This man is such a good pussy eater oh my god

“Open up f’r me sweetheart,” He says, while gripping your thighs so you stay open.

He’s like a starved man, he’ll be at this for hours. In between your legs, lapping up your juices, letting out the filthiest noises.

He just can’t get enough of your sweet noises, the way your moans are soft, or they way you chant his name; he just never gets enough of it.

His hands are gripping your thighs, spreading you open, his mouth sucking at your clit while tears start to firm from overstimulation.

“Jus’ like that baby, doing so good f’r daddy.”

God. He just can’t get enough of you.

- MILES QUARITCH

This man has the biggest Decryphilia kink it’s insane bro.

You disobey him? Open up those legs sweetie, you are fucked.

He’s down there till you’re saying you are sorry, chanting his name, shaking, crying.

He’s targeting inside specifically. Tongue inside your velvety walls, nose brushed up your clit.

When you say it’s too much, his response?

“Shoulda thought about y’r actions cupcake, I decide when you’ve had enough.”

He says it’s to prepare you, but in reality, he just wants to watch you crumble under his touch.

- TONOWARI

He’s a little more gentle with you, my sweetheart <3

He takes his time with you, slow and sensual, making sure you enjoy it just as much as he does.

He’ll gently grip your thighs, keeping you open, tongue moving all around your cunt. He’s just so in love with how you taste.

His hands feeling up your body, feeling your curves.

But he can be rough, when he’s stressed, he’ll go down in you. His tongue taking out his stress on you.

He’ll keep you there until he’s decided he’s done, watching you squirm around.

God. He simply just can’t get enough of you.

[whxre-bxby]

"Miles Quaritch Smut Comic"

Masterlist

HERE IT IS OMG I DID IT

Eat it up this took me way too long ...it seemed better in my head idk

Tag List: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @number1gal

[cats-and-fiction]

Fluffy Quaritch Headcanons

You know the drill, let‘s go

You two finally got some quality time together. Miles has his head on your lap while your sitting with your eyes closed. You two are just chilling

Absentmindedly you start you scratch his head. You hear something. It‘s a deep rumbly purr that comes out of his chest. Miles is napping and probably doesn‘t even notice it. Surprised you look at him and continue to scratch him.

Your hand wanders down to his ear and you continue behind it. His purring is strong and he looks very pleased and peaceful

The first he notices that he is pureing when he wakes up confused asking what sound that is. Only realizing that it comes from him. Before that it was your little secret that you did make him purr with scritches

You can swear he is embarrassed

Would you start to pet his stomache he would seconds later just bite you.

If he is happy his tail is swishing from side to side slowly. You learned to tell his moods from his tail motions and ears. Things he doesn‘t activly realize he is doing probably

Listen, he is taller than you, thats a fact, which makes his hands giant in comparison to you. You know that scene with Spider? Yeah, he is pushing you like that on a table if you annoyed him enough to show you who is boss and why you should better stop

Will you stop? Why would you when you are a bad girl/boy 😎

Has a daddy kink. Call him that and he will go feral showing you who your daddy is. Will also aoftly bite you

If you beg, he might carry you on piggyback style.

If he is fed up he could just grab you, right under his arm and walk away.

Little kissies on your forehead.

When he is the bigspoon your are almost entombed. You are like a little butterfly in a cocoon because he hugs you and is just so tall that his body almost swallows you.

[porpunta]

Miles Jr Socorro sketches

(don't really like my recent sketch, but ppl've already reposted it💦💦💦)

hope yall doing fine, luv u 🎀🦢

[notyourhetloki]

cardio (recom!Miles Quaritch x fem!Reader)

Reader: she/her (fem!Reader)

/NSFW Miles Quaritch x Reader/

Summary: Colonel Quaritch needs to get off some steam, and he knows exactly who could help him with that.

A/N: I'm alive and I'm horny for this alien... I know he's a terrible person and I DON'T support his actions but hey, it's fiction and I can pretend he did nothing wrong, right? Anyway, took me DAYS to write this and I hope you like it! Reblogs are always appreciated!

Tags: smut, mdni, age gap (reader's obviously an adult), Quaritch being Quaritch, but probably ooc ngl, oral sex (f receiving), piv sex (yes I know), unprotected sex, petnames (kid, sweetheart), degradation and praise, dacryphilia, daddy kink, big size difference (human x na'vi), belly bulge, casual sex.

Word Count: 5k

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Colonel Miles Quaritch; a name you couldn't forget. His impetuous reputation followed him wherever he went, scaring away those who dared to get close. Such a legendary status granted him a sort of fear and admiration combo from his peers and even from you, a scientist who had never even properly met him.

Most of your admiration for him was purely experimental, now that he was a recombinant, after all. You wanted to get close and see for yourself all the wonders the new Na'vi body could provide him.

But you had to settle for watching him from afar. Whenever you crossed the same corridors or observed him in the gym (lifting those stupid oversized weights) you just couldn't help but stare a little, good thing he never noticed... until he did.

"And what do we have here?" You got caught ogling too hard at the blue man's biceps while he stretched. "Like what you see?" He said smugly while flexing his arm at you.

You turned all red and stepped away as quickly as you could, but you could still hear his laugh echoing through the halls. You felt humiliated, and you were sure he would know you as a joke from then on.

One day, one of your colleagues asked if you could cover them on the medbay and do some checkups on the recoms. It wasn't really your area, you worked more in the laboratory but you accepted out of curiosity.

When you entered your designated station you almost gasped in surprise. The Colonel was there, sitting on a stretcher (big enough for his body but low enough so you could reach him). He seemed bored, expression unreadable while he bounced one of his spread legs.

"Alright, let's get this over with–" Quaritch started to speak, but he stopped mid-way after seeing you. He sat up straight, ears up in alert while his tail wagged leisurely. His eyes examined you up and down, mouth slightly agape as he licked his fangs. "Well, hey there..."

The way he slowly pronounced his words sent shivers down your spine, his low gravelly voice echoed through the room and you found it difficult to keep calm. Gosh, your crush on him was bigger than you had imagined.

"Hello, Colonel. My name is (y/n) and I'll be performing your checkup today, any questions?" You tried keeping it professional, but the way he looked at you felt so predatory... you felt like a lamb in a lion's presence. Besides, he was so freaking tall, taller than you had anticipated now that you were so close to him.

"Yeah, I know your name." The memory from your previous encounter made you even more nervous, but he didn't seem to be disgusted by you. He seemed... interested. "And nope. I'm all yours, princess." He leaned back on his hands and puffed his chest, clearly too comfortable.

You couldn't help but blush at his comment, giving him a soft smile while you approached him. Carefully, you prepared some of the equipment you would use, deciding to let your shyness aside.

"Someone here is feeling well-humored enough. Have you had a good night's sleep?" You said, and he never took his eyes off you while chuckling.

"Slept like a baby." His sharp grin and intense gaze had an effect on you, one you tried to deny and repress... but the reality was, you were attracted to him, and it was more than just scientific curiosity.

"Glad to hear that." You asked him to lean down and he obeyed, you checked on his ears, his eyes, and now needed to check his mouth.

"Open up." You proceeded, but Quaritch hesitated.

"Y'know, I'm not used to receivin' orders." He looked down at you, and you couldn't quite decipher his expression. It was a mixture of smugness and severeness, you knew he wasn't completely joking.

"Well, you're under my care now. So you have to listen to every word I say, right, Colonel?" You didn't know what had gotten into you to feel comfortable enough to tease him like that, and you immediately regretted it after the sentence came out of your mouth.

But for your relief, all Quaritch did was laugh. He crossed his arms and stared right into your eyes, lids halfway closed in a relaxed way,

"Yes, ma'am..." He whispered, sending electricity down your body.

To have such an authoritarian figure be so cooperative with you was already a turn-on, but that was none other than Colonel Quaritch. The man exuded so much power and yet there he was, calling you pet names and behaving so well...

"Now, open." You repeated yourself, and he darted his tongue out mischievously, still not breaking eye contact.

Trying to not let his gaze distract you, you performed your examinations and let him close his mouth after a while. He used the pause to take a quick breath from the respirator hanging around his neck and as you got close enough to measure his blood pressure, Quaritch decided to speak into your ear.

"What a pretty blush... is that all for me or do your other patients get you like this often?" He remained still, but his tail brushed the side of your hip as you tried to maintain composure.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, you couldn't possibly believe that was happening... was the Colonel really flirting with you?

"I-I don't have many patients... I'm usually in the lab, actually. I'm just covering for a colleague today..." You tried to explain but all words came out too soft. As you looked up to meet his gaze, he seemed satisfied with his effect on you.

"Covering for a colleague, huh? Such a good girl." The last couple of words came out teasingly slow, dragged out so you could feel every syllable going straight to your sex. The motherfucker knew what he was doing to you.

"I-I think we're done here today, Colonel. You're free to go." You turned around to put some information into the datapad but immediately felt him standing up behind you, his shadow looming over you as you gathered all your equipment.

"Well, guess I'll see you around, kid." Quaritch sighed dramatically before saying, then put one of his large hands on your shoulder as he walked out. "When's our next checkup?"

You looked up, then up again... until you met his gaze. "Hm... in this initial phase, the checkups should be pretty regular, so... maybe next week?"

"Nice. See you there." He squeezed your shoulder before exiting the room.

"But–" You couldn't finish your sentence before Quaritch was out the door, and you knew you probably wouldn't have an opportunity quite like that again... so you decided to just relish the moment and allow yourself to blush even harder at the interaction you just had.

A week and a half had passed and you still couldn't get over your encounter with the Colonel, it had messed you up entirely yet served the purpose of enlightening you on your true feelings. Your little admiration had developed into a full-blown crush and the following nights after the checkup you couldn't help but touching yourself, remembering the way he looked at you and called you a 'good girl'.

You felt insane, victim of your own desires and you just couldn't control it. The thought of him never ceased to appear in your mind, yet fully aware of the taboo weighing on you... he was currently in a different species' body, that alone made you feel like a freak.

But imagine your surprise when one of the nurses came into your lab, all scared face, asking you if you could go the medbay. "Colonel Quaritch demands your presence for the checkup, ma'am..."

Fuck. Why did he want you specifically? Did Quaritch actually want to see you again? That thought never crossed your mind before, but now... it thrilled you.

You strutted your way to the medbay and confidently entered his station, and there he was in all his glory. Seated in a comfortable position, legs spread open and tail slowly wagging. He reminded you of a cat, observing his prey.

"Took your time, huh?" Quaritch's voice resonated through your body, low and severe. He didn't seem as content as the other time you saw him.

"I can assume you didn't sleep so well this time, Colonel." You said as you closed the door behind you, slowly approaching the blue alien.

"I'm all wound up lately, princess. Needin' to get off some steam." The grin he gave you was full of mischief, but he still looked stern and very stressed.

"May I suggest more exercise? Some cardio, maybe? Running on those personalized giant treadmills must feel nice." You innocently proposed, but the look in his eyes turned deep and dark.

"Oh, you could help me with some cardio, alright..." His demeanor transformed into something more playful, turning his head sideways like a puppy in order to get your full reaction.

You gasped lightly at his words, turning completely red at the implication. "You pervert!" You whispered, looking up at him.

The Colonel laughed loudly while holding both his hands up in defense. "Hey, I didn't say a thing! You're the one assuming!" He continued laughing for a bit before you finally decided to avert the situation and take one of your medical instruments to his mouth.

"Open." You said plainly, and he obeyed with a bit of hesitance. "Your throat is sore, have you been screaming a lot?" You hoped the question would throw him off the previous conversation.

"Oh, you have no idea, kid." It worked, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes as he spoke.

"I'll give you some syrup for that, you'll be good as new in no time." You offered him a smile despite feeling so small in his presence, his intimidating size always getting on your nerves.

"Does it taste like shit?" He prodded.

"Oh, c'mon. Can't handle a bit of medicine?" You teased while measuring his blood pressure.

"Watch it." His voice came with a warning, but you only smirked at him.

As you were finishing the checkup, you turned around from him to update the datapad. Suddenly, you felt something lifting the hem of your dress up from behind, so you looked down and caught the sight of his tail trying to expose you.

"Fuck, that little sundress you' wearin' looks good on you." Quaritch said, looking at your exposed thighs.

You quickly slapped his tail away from you, smoothing down the hem of your dress neatly while gasping in exasperation.

"Oh, you–!" You tried to measure your tone to a low whisper but ended up not being able to control your words. "You absolute bastard!"

His low chuckle only served to turn you on and piss you off at the same time. "Don't call me names, darlin'... I might like it."

You sighed in defeat, opening up the door as an invitation. You didn't know if you should feel harassed or horny... or both. "You're free to go now, Colonel."

He chuckled at you, rising up from his seat and towering over your frame.

"See you next time, sweetheart." Quaritch said while ruffling your hair lightly. The way the pet name rolled off his tongue made your heart beat even faster, and you knew you were going to remember it later that night.

You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, feeling the ghost of his presence crawl under your skin. It ignited you to even think he could want you... made you feel seen, desired.

As you got ready to go to your quarters, you remembered the throat medicine you promised to give him... and you had an idea. It wouldn't hurt to try, right? Besides, you just wanted to see him again, maybe gain another compliment so you could touch yourself later thinking about it.

So you removed your labcoat and went with just your sundress, fixing your hair on the way to his chambers.

You hesitated before knocking on his door, but your crush was so intense it filled you with crazed bravery.

Your eyes widened at the sight of a shirtless Quaritch answering the door, who looked quite unhappy until he realized it was you. "Oh, wow. What gives me the honor?" He leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, looking down at your face.

"I-I brought the syrup I mentioned earlier... for your throat." Gosh, he was handsome. Blue, tall and muscular, you wish you could climb him like a tree. His big green eyes flickered between your face and the big recipient you were holding, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

He chuckled in response, taking the medicine from your hands. "You're the sweetest thing, ain'tcha?" He seemed to look down at your body before stepping aside and leaving a gap in the doorway. "Come in, kid... don't worry, the filtration system's out so the air is good enough for ya."

Besides your better judgment, you just couldn't simply deny an order from the Colonel. You entered his room and quickly noticed how everything was oversized, big enough for his comfort... you found that endearing.

He closed the door behind you and suddenly realized how crazy that whole situation was. You were in his quarters, alone with the legendary Miles Quaritch... and he was shirtless.

"So... h-how can I help?" You tried maintaining calm, but deep down you were so nervous you couldn't help but stutter at your words.

"Oh, I know somethin' you could help me with." His canines showed in his sharp grin and the vision made you swallow dry, nearly panicking when he trapped you against the wall with his body. He was ducked enough so his face was just slightly above yours, and he seemed even more intimidating than before.

"I don't understand..." You didn't want to seem weak, so you maintained eye contact even though it was proven to be quite difficult.

"Don't act a fool, you know damn well why you're here. I’m tense and I need a hand. I thought a pretty thing like you could help me out." Quaritch looked at you with hungry eyes, the implications of his advance combined with his closeness to you made your panties wet.

But even though you were completely horny at that point, you just didn't want to give in so easily. "I-I don’t think this is appropriate, Colonel..." Your voice came out in a mere whisper, not being able to convince him.

"Oh, cut the crap. I’ve seen the way you look at me in the corridors, the way you blush whenever you’re near me… it’s adorable." He took the opportunity to lift your chin up with his big fingers, forcing you into a more direct stare. "Or do you want me to believe you came all the way here just to give me some medicine?"

You swallowed again as you felt completely exposed, but surprisingly, you weren't ashamed. Instead, you felt even more encouraged to pursue what you had been fantasizing about for weeks now.

"Then, what do you need from me, Quaritch?" You fiddled with the hem of your dress playfully, and he looked down at your body to accompany your movements. "What would you like me to do?" You said softly.

He slowly raised his gaze to your face again, smiling widely while licking his lips.

"I would like you..." Quaritch's tail once again tried to lift your dress up, grazing the skin of your thigh and giving you goosebumps in the process. "to take your clothes off."

Your eyes widened a bit at his request, but you wanted to behave for him. As you slowly removed your dress, you noticed his eyes roaming on your skin, hungry for the sight of you.

"Ah... such a good girl you are." Quaritch's voice was low and raspy, full of desire. He only stood there, arms propped on each side of your head as he observed your every move with much interest.

The way he called you made you blush even harder, not being able to control a low satisfied hum in response.

"You like it when I praise you, huh?" Once your dress was gone, he took it from your hands and tossed it across the room. "You gotta earn it if you wanna hear more... so keep moving."

You nodded your head and decided to try something out while you undid your bra. "Yes, sir..." You said lightly, barely audible.

Letting your bra fall to the ground, you massaged your exposed breasts only to show them off, allowing a playful grin to appear on your lips.

"Oh, you dirty little thing." Soon the Colonel's hands replaced yours, his big palms completely covered your breasts as he squeezed them not so gently. "How many times did you touch yourself thinkin' about this, huh? Thinkin' 'bout me?"

Heat rose to your cheeks and traveled down your belly, the sensation of his hands on you clouded your thoughts. "Ah... m-many times, sir... so many..."

Quaritch appeared really satisfied with your answer, twitching his ears in excitement and wagging his tail. "Oh yeah? You've got toys or somethin'?"

He wanted to know the details and you were going to give it to him, even though it made you blush.

"Y-Yes, I..." You slowly lowered your panties, feeling them slide down your legs. "I got a dildo I use..."

"Really?" His condescending tone only made the ache between your legs grow. "What's the size of that thing?"

"Hm... pretty average, actually." You eyed him with false innocence before he grabbed your ass hard, almost lifting you up.

"Ha, let me tell ya, kid... I think I might be bigger than average." Quaritch inclined his head, inviting you to look down. As you did, you finally saw the bulge in his pants... the thing was huge.

"Holy shit..." You said under your breath, making him laugh. "I-I don't think it will fit, Colonel..."

His laugh was harsh and patronizing. "Nah, we'll make it work." He looked all casual about it, smug as always.

Quaritch took your arm and guided you to his enormous bed, lifting you up and laying you out in front of him.

"Fuck, look at you..." He carefully kneeled in front of the bed, massaging your thighs encouragingly. "Open them for me, sweetheart."

You opened your legs delicately, exposing your slick sex to him.

His pupils widened at the sight of your pussy, and only for a brief moment he looked at your eyes before finally devouring you, diving mouth-first into your sex. The sheer surprise of his action made you jolt a little, granting you a slap on the side of your thigh. "Ah!"

"Behave." He said against you, just a quick pause before he continued. Quaritch licked your entrance up to your clit, kissing his way around your labia and making an absolute mess.

You whined and moaned at his movements, grabbing the sheets around you and caressing the back of his head. Your reaction only encouraged him to tantalizingly insert a finger inside you, making you shake from overstimulation.

"Ah! Quaritch!" Moaning his last name made him smile against you, chuckling to himself and pausing for a quick comment.

"I have a finger up your cunt, darlin'... I think you can call me 'Miles' now..." He used the break to nip at the inside of your thighs, his sharp canines leaving marks as he bit into your supple skin.

"P-Please, Miles... don't stop..." Was all you could say before you felt another finger easing in you, his big digits spreading you open.

"Shh... so needy, ain'tcha?" He moved his fingers in and out carefully, aware of the size difference between you. "Don't worry... daddy's feelin' generous today."

Daddy. That word was your weakness, sending you deeper into a spiral of need and desire you didn't know possible. It was all you needed to send you to the edge.

Miles continued eating you out then, sucking on your clit while fucking you with his fingers. He licked and sucked and drooled all over you, meanwhile, his fingers curled up inside hitting the perfect spot.

"Ah! Please, d-daddy!" You could feel him smiling against you again as you got closer and closer to your climax. "Fuck!"

Waves of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm bloomed, sending electricity all over your body. But even after you came Miles didn't stop, forcing you to pull your hips away from him. "T-Too much..."

Quaritch wasn't exactly pleased with that, but he also wanted to move things along so he allowed it. "Okay, okay..."

He took the opportunity to take a breath from the respirator that laid next to you on the bed, closing his eyes and letting the air revigorate him.

Only then he crawled on top of you, his predatory demeanor causing you to feel even smaller than you already were in comparison to him. Miles bit his lip while lowering his pants, letting his dick spring out free from his boxers.

You couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it... could be compared to the size of your forearm, even. The glowy patterns of his skin extended down to his length, and the purple-rosy tip already dripped with pearlescent precum.

"It's rude to stare." He had a ridiculous smile on his face, clearly satisfied by your shocked expression.

Quaritch was slotted between your legs, stroking his dick slowly while admiring your body. "I'm gonna fuck you up, pretty girl."

Shivers went down your body at his low whisper, and you hummed in approval as he started to grind his length against your pussy. The veins and dots served as texture and stimulated your sensitive clit.

When you felt him positioning his tip at your entrance, you looked up at him and saw his concentrated face. Quaritch was intensely staring at where your bodies met, watching as every inch of him stretched you open and penetrated you.

"M-Miles..." You were about to tell him it was too much, but he soon slipped even further into you, causing you to gasp.

"Shh... attagirl." He eased in and out, inch by inch, slowly and precisely. You were pretty wet already but he occasionally would spit down on his dick to lubricate it even more.

You felt so full... his girth stretched you open so deliciously it hurt, making you teary-eyed.

"Daddy... please, ah!" When the first word came out of your mouth, you felt his grip on you tighten even further and you knew you were going to get bruised.

"You like that, huh? Let me see those tears, then." He was kneeling upright on the bed, grabbing your hips and raising them up to his crotch, completely controlling the movements.

The tears you were holding back started to cascade down your face in an instant, the relief of crying easing down the slight pain. You were overstimulated, but you didn't want to stop.

"Yeah... good girl, (y/n)." The sound of your name combined with the praise was divine, making you even more driven to continue such a crazy endeavor.

"I-I can take it, Miles... please." Was all you needed to say. He looked at your eyes for a lingering moment before thrusting his hips onto yours once, then twice... still slow but comparatively harsh.

You gasped at his every move and noticed that the pain slowly faded away, turning into delicious pleasure. Miles noticed that too, you began to moan louder and louder... so he started to thrust deeper, faster.

Soon he was fucking into you with the maximum length he could, making you mewl his name in return. He hovered over you, ears twitching in excitement and tail wagging.

"Such a tight little cunt, ah... taking my cock so well..." He groaned and hummed occasionally, the sounds vibrating in his chest.

You stayed in that position for a while, just taking him like a doll... until he stopped. You looked at him in confusion before feeling him lift you up completely, manhandling you until you were on top of his laid-down frame.

"You do the work now, princess." Quaritch said while inhaling on the respirator, chest quickly rising and falling trying to regulate his own breathing.

"Oh, you lazy bum." You whispered while aligning the tip of his cock into your entrance. You were facing him, cowgirl style as you slowly lowered your hips down onto his big dick.

"Hey!" He smacked your ass a little harder than intended, but didn't apologize. "You're lucky your cunt's been making me real jolly right now." And he smiled that stupid smile of his.

You decided to ignore him and just continue hopping on his cock, making a mess on the sheets as you rolled your hips in circles, up and down.

"Agh... fuck, look at you... such a good little whore." Quaritch's hands traveled your body without a certain destination, squeezing your tits and caressing your back before grabbing at your waist. "Go faster, I wanna see ya jiggle."

Obeying without much thinking, you started to fuck yourself into him faster. After a few thrusts, you felt yourself lowering even further onto him, taking him even deeper than before. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning loudly while holding him for dear life.

"Fuck, doll... I'm gonna make you pop like that..." To your surprise, there was a sense of urgency in the Colonel's voice, was he... worried?

"Hmm, I hope I pop..." You said without thinking, too fucked out to even form coherent thoughts.

Miles laughed at that, seeing your expression and hearing your lust-filled voice... he knew you were enjoying yourself way too much. "Wow, you're such a fucking freak, huh? Such a dirty little slut."

The insults just fuelled you into a frenzy, bouncing on his dick faster and deeper and taking him almost all the way up. That's when you noticed his hand resting on your stomach, and you realized he was trying to feel the bulge his cock made in your belly.

"Can feel myself inside ya, kid... fuck." His enormous hand lingered there for a few moments before lowering his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.

You rolled your head back in so much pleasure your vision went dark, moaning obscenely along with the squelching sounds your bodies made. Feeling your second orgasm growing inside, you hopped up and down until he was completely buried inside you. Once you took all his length, you simply started rolling your hips without taking him out. "Ahh...! F-Feels so... so good..."

"Goddammit, (y/n)... keep going." Demanded Quaritch, and you didn't even need the encouragement because you couldn't stop if you wanted to, searching your high frenetically.

For your luck, his thumb didn't stop either, rubbing your clit just right. You were so full and stretched and sensitive that all you could do was mewl for him. "Miles! Daddy... fuck, I'm gonna..."

"Y-Yeah, me too, princess..." He looked at you through half-shut eyes, not being able to hide his own pleasure. His hands squeezed your hips keeping them as close to him as possible, forcing you into him. "Ugh, gonna cum all up inside ya."

And then you felt him twitching inside your walls, spilling his seed and filling you up with his cum as he growled like an animal. You could feel his jizz dripping out of you, slowly oozing from your entrance onto his skin. That feeling alone, of being filled to the brim, made you finish in no time.

You came with a loud moan, throwing your head backward and arching your back. Your orgasm took over you, making you tingle in pure ecstasy... you had never felt anything like that before.

As you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Miles watching you attentively. His pupils were blown out while he heavily breathed through his respirator, and he smiled smugly at you.

"How you doing, kid?" He said after tossing his mask aside, rubbing soft circles on your bruised skin, surprisingly tender in his movements.

You slowly moved your hips up inch by inch, removing his now softening cock from inside you. It plopped onto his belly comically as you rolled to your side, climbing up the bed in order to face him. You felt incredibly empty without his girth stretching you, but you were proud of yourself for being able to take him so well.

"I feel amazing..." You confessed, not able to suppress a wide smile.

Quaritch laughed at that, inviting you to lay on his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeats as he teased you. "Me too, me too..."

You both stayed there for a while, eyes closed while caressing each other until you remembered the air filtration system would start working at any minute. So you quickly got up, cleaned yourself and started to make your way to the door.

"Hey, where d'you think you're going, hm?" A stern voice could be heard from the bed.

"I thought you were sleeping..." You said, coming back into the room.

"Without saying goodbye? Heartless." He said pretentiously, knowing damn well he would do the same. "See you around, sweetheart."

"See you around, Miles." Without much thinking, you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He didn't smile, but his ears flickered adorably and you took that as a win.

Before you could reach the door, you heard Quaritch call while standing up to reach you. "(y/n)?"

"Yes?" You turned around, looking up to meet his gaze.

"When's our next checkup?" He fumbled on his feet as he tried to pull his underwear up, making you chuckle.

"Honestly? I have no idea. As I said, checkups aren't really my thing." You tried not to stare too much at his body, the memories from the recent events already taking over your mind.

"Right..." The Colonel seemed disappointed at that, but his bright green eyes lit up the moment you started to speak.

"Don't worry, just call me whenever you need some cardio." You said as you winked, gaining a sharp grin from him.

"Yeah, that ain't a bad idea."

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