#quaritch x you

[iliketangerines]

dirty talk

a/n: i need to be sandwiched in between them now

pairing: jake sully x afab!recom!reader x recomquaritch

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), threesom, double penetration, degradation kink, objectification kink, clit slapping, praise kink, blow jobs, overstimulation, breeding kink

you’re not sure how you fell into this position, squished between Quaritch and Jake Sully, trying to calm down the tensions between the two of them

Quaritch had tried to go to Jake Sully to make peace to destroy General Ardmore for disrupting the peace he found on Pandora, and Jake Sully was having a hard time believing it

and you, Quaritch’s trusted second in command and previously Jake Sully’s friend reincarnated as a recom, had gone with Quaritch to make sure that tensions stayed calm

and then almost immediately, tensions had flared when Quaritch had said something aggravating, and then you were in between them to separate them, and then they were inside of you, fucking you senseless

your hands clutch desperately onto Quaritch’s shoulders, and you gasp for air as they both thrust into your pussy, knocking the air out of your lungs

you press your forehead against his muscled chest, whining as your clit grinds against his pelvis and only adds to the coursing pleasure through you

the colonel smirks down at you, one hand squeezing at the curve of your thigh and butt and the other holding onto your waist, and he asks if you’re already fucked-out and that he was only getting started

Jake purrs low, his hand on your other thigh and hand on the other side of your waist, and he says that you’re doing so well, letting them fuck you like this

you gasp as bites into your neck gently, teeth digging into the flesh but not drawing blood, and you whine and lean your head back against him

your pussy clenches down on both of their cocks, and the both of them let out an audible groan at the feeling of you squeezing them

Quaritch catches his breath, and he looks down at you, saying that you were such a whore for liking pain, just a little slut for the both of them

his hands move, forcing Jake to move his hands to the underside of your thighs to support your weight as Quaritch pinches at your nipples roughly

it makes you choke out a moan, and you gasp for air as you cum on their cocks, the pain singing along with the pleasure and the stretch of their cocks bullying into you

you’re incomprehensible as you cum, hands kneading and clawing at Quaritch’s shoulder, and Quaritch moves his hands to support you again as Jake moves one of his hands to snake around your front and rub at your clit with practiced fingers

he purrs to you, telling you to ride it out, such a good pet for cumming on their cocks, taking their cocks so well, and he licks at the bite mark he had given you

the colonel only scoffs and says that you’re a desperate whore, that you just need to keep squeezing their cocks, to be a good toy and let them fuck you until they were satisfied

he leans in close to grin at you, looking down at you as he asks if you’re nothing more than a cumdump for the both of them, just a good little breeding hole

when you don’t answer, still riding the tail feathers of your orgasm with another one quickly building up with the way Jake’s fingers move against your clit, he swats away Jake’s hand and slaps at the sensitive bud harshly, the slap resounding in the air with the sound of wet thrusts

it disrupts the building pleasure, and you whine and gasp, chest heaving for air as the blinding hot pain springs through you

but your pussy clenches around the both of their cocks, and Quaritch grins at you, bringing his fingers down again to slap at your clit, and you let out incomprehensible sounds at the pain and pleasure mixing and swirling and building within you

the colonel laughs at you, growling underneath his breath that you really were just a slut for the both of them, and he continues to slap at your clit until you let out a loud keen rip through your throat as you cum on their cocks again

they never stop thrusting into you, sometimes in tandem, sometimes alternating, and it sends a buzzing stimulation flying through your nerves, overwhelming you and your body

your hands paw at his shoulders as you slur out that it’s too much, and Jake coos at you, saying that you can take it, asking if you could just be good for them for a little longer

Quaritch just pinches your clit to make you jump and says to take it, that you’re such a slut that you would probably love to be fucked until you pass out

even in your haze-filled mind, you agree with him, letting the both of them fuck into you, hips stuttering as they reach their own highs

Jake groans in your ear, saying that you’ll look so pretty all pregnant with his child, so beautiful with your stomach swelling, his seed dripping out of you and staining your essence with him, so sensitive and needy

he moans out that you’re so pretty like this, obedient for them, letting them do whatever they want to you, and the olo’eyktan groans and thrusts up into you, cumming deep inside of you

Quaritch still continues to thrust, fucking Jake’s cum deeper and deeper into you as he chases his own high, and he growls, rubbing at your clit to feel your pussy spasm around his cock

he watches in delicious delight at the tears streaming down your face and his ears flick as he listens to the warbled nonsense you moan out as you cum on their cocks again

letting out a deep groan, he cums inside of you, burying his cock in deep and letting his seed paint your walls white

the three of you pant breathlessly, taking a second to calm down, and you can feel their cum leaking out of you and falling to the ground

your pussy clenches down on their cocks as Quaritch’s fingers move and rub against your clit to help you down

both of them slip out of you, and you whine at the loss of the feeling, cum dripping down your thighs and onto the floor

Quaritch grins at you, settling you down onto your hands and knees and grabbing onto his cock and slapping it against your ass, and you whimper as you realize he’s still achingly hard

Jake stands in front of you, his cock also still hard and leaking cum, and he gently places his cock against your lips, cooing at you and asking you to suck on his cock and to be good

your mouth eagerly opens as Quaritch pushes his cock into you, and he starts a ruthless place, snaking his hand down to pinch and rub at your clit as Jake slowly fucks into your mouth

the colonel sneers at you, saying that he knew that you would continue to take it like a good slut, and Jake only rubs your cheek with his thumb and tells you that you’re doing well

true to Quaritch’s words, they fuck you until you pass out

[whxre-bxby]

I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you. 

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you. 

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand. 

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room. 

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on. 

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different. 

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you. 

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now. 

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill. 

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands. 

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related. 

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room. 

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to. 

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you. 

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting. 

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance. 

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside. 

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that. 

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage. 

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment. 

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself. 

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.” 

His words confuse you. 

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him. 

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions. 

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down. 

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you. 

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore. 

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way. 

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle. 

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further. 

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back. 

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you. 

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it. 

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest. 

“What are you-” 

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice. 

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him. 

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense. 

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep. 

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself. 

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached. 

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet. 

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body. 

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him. 

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you. 

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe. 

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself. 

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself. 

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be.��

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you. 

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him. 

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl. 

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him. 

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point. 

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things. 

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’. 

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you. 

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you. 

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you. 

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react. 

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it. 

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you. 

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why. 

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice. 

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands. 

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer. 

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t. 

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff. 

You shake your head ‘no’. 

“Makin’ you mine.” 

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you. 

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories. 

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible. 

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

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[sweetfictionalworld]

Tease

Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch x Human Female Reader

Summary: Quaritch loves nothing more than to make you all flustered.

Warnings: Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Thigh Riding, Teasing.

"Miles please…not here," you whispered embarrassingly as his hand cupped one of your breasts through your top. Minutes earlier, the officers' mess had been filled with people. Now there was only you and Quaritch. But anyone could walk in at any moment. And yet, somehow, he had lured you into sitting on his lap, giving false promises of innocent kisses. But there was nothing innocent about what he was doing now.

"Yes, here," Quaritch mumbled back in a husky voice, chuckling at your flushed cheeks. "Don't worry, little one. We're all alone."

Grabbing your waist with one hand, he started rocking you back and forth, making you rub your clad sex on his thigh as his other hand kneaded your breast.

Gasping, you hid your face in his neck, whimpering as a warm, pleasant sensation started to build in your core. Quaritch let out an amused chuckle and found your nipple through the thin fabric of your tank top, pinched it between his thumb and fingers.

"Oh, fuck!" you moaned sharply, grinding against his thigh as a jolt of pleasure surged through your sex. "Please,... Just take me to your room."

"Nah ah. The only way you’re getting of is on my thigh."

Oh, you dirty, nasty man!

Just to add to your torturous pleasure, Quaritch lowered his hand, slid his fingers inside your trousers and found your swollen clit. He smirked as he started rubbing it with slow, calculated circles while his other hand forced your hip to move back and forth on his thigh.

"Damn you," you muttered in a breathy moan and straightened up on his lap, looking deep into his mischievous, yellow eyes while clutching at his chest as pleasure pulsed in your throbbing clit, and spread to your hot, wet pussy.

Quaritch laughed softly. "Now, now. Mind that dirty mouth, little one, or I have to punish you later."

Your face flushed at his words and you gasped aloud, grabbed his shoulders as he increased the pressure on your sensitive clit.

"Come for me," Quaritch commanded. "Let me hear those sweet moans of yours."

Pressing your sex down on his thigh, you rode his thigh shamelessly, your body flushed hot with arousal as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through your body.

"That’s it. Come for me, little one," Quaritch groaned, his cock twitching with arousal as he watched the lustful expression on your pretty face as your orgasm swept through you, making you moan his name as your body trembled with pleasure.

Exhausted, you fell down on his chest, cheeks burning with post-orgasmic bliss and embarrassment. Quaritch caressed your heaving back while placing soft kisses on the top of your head.

"Good girl. Now, we’ll take this to my room and finish," Quaritch murmured and lifted your limp body, carrying you to a night full of pleasure.

[hislaevv]

fav headcanons ๑

note: Fluff until Quaritch and Tsu’teys bit. Neteyam x reader. Jake x Neytiri. Tsu’tey x reader. Quaritch x reader !Na’vi reader. Suggestive content.

Neteyam

Has a habit of plucking items off the ground with his tail. He developed it after seeing Neytiri do the same with Tuks toys.

He scurries around the room with his tail in tow, lashing at things its meaning to grab. Sometimes he’ll even use his tail to grab Tuk after a playdate, it wraps around her forearm as if to say “we have to leave, now” while she begs for another five minutes.

Can we all agree that Neteyam would be an adorable malewife bc this whole “picking up” sht with his tail screams laundry day or general cleaning, and he’s scolding his kids for tossing their loincloths everywhere.

I know he’s a mighty warrior, but at least this headcanon wont get him killed 😊🙏🏼

Jake

He translates sky people songs in Na’vi so he can claim them as his own. Who’s gonna know? Neytiri is under the impression that Jake is secretly a genius composer, whole time bro is plagiarizing Taylor Swift! Neytiri, of course, is wooed and enjoys her mates off-tune singing.

Love Story, Taylor Swift

Stand by me, Ben E. King

Cant take my eyes off of you, Frankie

Fly me to the moon, Frank Sinatra

Each song describes his love for Neytiri, especially Love story. She’s his very own alien princess Juliet.

Tsu’tey, Quaritch

Not the type to stop fucking into you even when you’re both walked in on. Why should he when you’re so tight around him, convulsing after each stroke and begging for more. Whoever the intruder is can take the hint and get the fuck out before he decides to pluck their eyeballs. Once they’ve left he resumes an even more brutal pace until you’re both spent and doubled over in each others cum and sweat.

[whereireid]

˚ · . 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

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navigation — request here ! ⭑ smut | ♡ fluff | ✄ angst

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

⭑ aphrodisiacs

an unexpected visit from your boss has you itching for relief.

⭑ + ♡ morning bliss

miles hates mornings, but they're significantly better when he wakes up next to you.

⭑ + ♡ + ✄ — love, not like

you don't like miles quaritch, but that doesn't matter — because you love him.

⭑ — milk me, cowgirl

miles is wearing cowgirl lingerie. based on @thevanityofthefox's artwork

⭑ — cockwarming

quaritch is obsessed with being inside of you, all day every day.

⭑ — soft and plush

what colonel quaritch misses most about planet earth are the woman. luckily, you're a human whose more than eager to please to your superior.

⭑ — recombinant style

what's one more first time? — miles quaritch has taken you in what seems like every place possible. he's taken everything, from your first kiss to your first time, and now he wants to be the first one to stretch you impossibly thin, too.

⭑ —pretty when you cry

miles loves it when his pretty girl cries.

⭑ —on display

because of your defiant attitude, miles decides to embarrass you in front of his friends.

⭑ + ♡ — beach nights

quaritch makes love to you on the beach.

⭑ + ♡ — thigh riding

quaritch's reaction to you riding his thigh.

♡ — period pain

miles takes care of you when you’re on your period

♡ — drunken rambles

during a celebration over miles’ most recent successful mission, you get a little too drunk. he opts for making sure you get to bed safely rather than to continue his celebration, and realises that life with you as his mate isn’t all that bad.

♡ — aftercare and cuddles

quaritch treats you right after a rough session.

♡ —staring problem

you love quaritch and his quirks so much.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader

2 instalments. completed. includes: ⭑ smut + ✄ mean!miles

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader x jake sully

1/2 instalments. includes: ⭑ smut.

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ

⭑ — 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

⭑ — 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜

⭑ — 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐬 [can't find the link]

⭑ — 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

⭑ — 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

♡ — 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

♡ — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 [can't find the link]

♡ — 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

♡ — 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 + 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

♡ — 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

[tr1ppyladyfics]

"Flaunting for you"

Human quaritch x human reader

Summary: it was late at night and you went searching for "miles" so you went in the kitchen to get something to drink when what you were looking for found you

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Warnings: 18+, vulgar words, smut, degrading, spanking, fingering, hardcore, cream pie, no aftercare, daddy issues (if I missed any lmk)

Minors, please do not interact

I have no control over what you consume online. If you do engage, it's under your control

It was 2100 hours, and you walked around the base. Hoping to run into Colonel Quaritch to give him some shit, it was weird, but you had a thing for the older man even though you were only 21. You often fantasized about his arms and his voice and just his Stern attitude. You often dressed for him, always in shorts and a tank, he was your boss, but that wouldn’t stop you. So as you were walking around the base, you walked to the cafeteria to see if they left any drinks out. The restaurant was cold, and you weren’t wearing a bra, so of course, that left you nipped. As you walked up to the counter, you saw the fridge door was unlocked; you then opened the door looking around for something to drink. As you looked, you chewed the side of your cheek; you then grabbed a juice box. As you closed the door and turned around, you heard boots click into the cafeteria.  

You then poked the straw into the box and started to drink the juice; it was so lovely and cold you could feel it make its way to your stomach. As you were drinking the juice box, you saw quaritch walk in; you lowered the juice from your mouth as you admired the colonel, “Hey boss, looking for a midnight snack too….. fridges open”. 

“Don’t we have training at 0500 hours tomorrow? What are you doing up so late” the colonel said as he walked to the fridge, grabbing a beer. “ I don’t know, I could ask you the same thing too….. maybe I couldn’t sleep”, you say as you drink from your juice box. Quaritch then pops open the beer and leans against the counter as he takes a drink; as the bottle comes back down, he looks you up and down. “You know you shouldn’t dress like that; there could be creeps,” quaritch tells you as he motions toward you with his beer. “I was thirsty and didn’t feel like getting completely dressed, hand me one of those, please…sir”, she says with a bratty attitude. 

The colonel then rolls his eyes as he grabs her one. She holds it from the colonel, and she then pops off the cap. “ you know I can feel you staring at me,” she says as she takes a drink from the bottle. The colonel then laughs into the bottle as he takes a sip. “Don’t act like you haven’t been throwing yourself at me since we first met,” he says smugly. “I- I don’t know what you're talking about,” she says as her face burns red. Quaritch chuckles as he walks up to her placing his beer on the counter; he towers over her, “Hmm, really, I think you’d do anything I asked”. His finger lifted her chin; she could feel a pool flood her underwear. She was so bad for this man, and he knew this the whole time. “don’t think I don’t notice how you eye fuck me during training or briefing, or how you wear your little slutty clothes when you know I’m at the base.”

His knee parted my legs, his knee rubbing against my slit, waking up my clit. My breathing hitched at his movement, and my head fell as my face burned red. “Look at me,” he grabbed my face making me stare at him, his eyes flicking left to right as he stared into my eyes. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” he said as his knee rubbed against me, making my hips buck. “Y- yes,” my breathing was crazy, my heart felt like it would explode, my underwear was drenched, and I wanted him in me, but I was too shocked to say anything. “What was that princess,” he said as he tilted his head, his rough hand still holding my face. “Yes, sir,” I said, with a lump in my throat and a burning stomach. He then let go of my face as his hand rubbed my neck and chest. “It's a little bit cold in here, isn’t it” his hand fell past my chest to my shorts. His hand then runs underneath my shirt, and his rough hands scratch my body. As he reaches my Breasts, he kneads them, causing soft whimpers to escape my mouth. 

His hand then falls out, and my face then drops. “Hey, I was enjoying that; you can’t lead me on like that…" he turns me over. He holds me down with one hand. I can feel the cold countertop under my chest and stomach. My face is pressed up on the cold countertop. I then felt his feet kick apart my legs, he rubbed his hand over my clothed cunt, and my hips bucked towards him. I wanted more. "Look at that, such a needy fucking whore", he whispered in my ear as his back pressed against mine. I could feel his rock-hard bulge rub against my ass; as I enjoyed the warmth of his chest on my back, I felt his hand move over my trunks. As his digits explored my wet folds, "All this for me, you're so wet." His finger traced my tight hole that wouldn't stop weeping. 

Time stopped.

 You were so excited to be manhandled by him, your hot Rosy cheeks pressed against the cold countertop. You felt one of his digits push into you; you gasped at the pressure, not because it hurt but because you wanted this so bad. As his digit explored your tight hole, it made your legs shake. His finger pumped in and out of you fast; as he did this, you felt a burning in your lower stomach. His hand holding you down placed on the middle of your back, his finger pumped faster, the soft sound of clapping filled the kitchen air, his palm beating against your ass. Your hips bucked at the thrusts of his hand; he pulled his hand out, wiping the fluids off on your clothed ass. 

His hand lifted off your back, and as you tried to stand up, he quickly pushed you back down. “Be a good little lady and stay down for me, hmmm,” he said as you could hear him fumbling with his belt buckle. As you listened, your cunt throbbed, only dripping at the thought of him being inside you. He then slipped his hands down your pants before quickly dropping them; your underwear came off with a quick swoop. The cold air was stinging your ass and brushing against your burning hot core. 

SMACK

A whimper escaped your mouth, and your hand formed into a clenched fist.  “That’s what you get for dressing like the little whore you are”, quaritch said as he landed another smack on your ass. The area burned hot; more juices flowed down your legs. “Look at that. I got you all worked up over nothing but a few smacks and only using my hands,” Miles said as his hands massaged your plump ass. He then took out his cock and rubbed it against your wet folds, my god; he was way bigger than you even comprehend. His hand rested on your lower back as he pushed into you, and a quiet grunt escaped his mouth.  A loud whimper escaped your mouth my god; he was huge, like split you into two big. Not only his length but his girth; no wonder his ego was huge. 

With his left hand, he grabbed a fist full of your hair; your head then sprung back as he started to pump into you. Your juices mixed between him and you, as every time he thrust himself into you, it felt like he would tear right through your lower stomach. He grabbed your hip with his right hand and pumped himself in and out; with each thrust, you whimpered almost as if you two were in sync. His hand dug into your hip as his grunts turned to growls; he let go of your hair, letting your head fall as both hands were on your hips. At every thrust, your body bounced; he was pounding your walls hard. Your cervix was bruised, but you wanted him more; your moans filled the kitchen as your bodies fell into sync with his. 

His hands gripped your hips as he slammed himself into you, his breath was heavy, and his growls were loud. You pressed your forehead into the cold countertop placing your hands over your mouth so you weren't so loud. He noticed this, so he then grabbed your hands, using them as a grip, pulling them behind your back. His hands were tight around your wrists, as your back was arched, he whispered in your ear. "I wanna hear your cute little moans" he continued to use your hands as grips as he rammed into you. Your walls tighten around him as he was so rough with you that it only made you slicker. His hands were so tight around your wrist that you're sure they would bruise. As his movement slowed, your stomach burned in pleasure; it felt like your core was on fire. As he pumped himself in and out, you could feel his sack slap against your clit, giving you a sense of pleasure every once while and arousing your throbbing clit. 

You couldn't move because he used your wrists as grip holders as he stretched your tight hole. You wanted to please your throbbing clit so severely. It was craving touch; he then let go of your wrists. Your hands slammed on the counter as both your bodies were controlled by his thrusts, moving back and forth as if you were one.  His left hand then traveled up your tank top, kneading your left breast, squeezing your nipple at every chance. This made your walls so tight it was getting hard for quaritch to move in and out quickly. His left hand then crept before you, searching for your clit. As he reached it, his two rough digits started rubbing it in circles. Every time it hit a sensitive nerve, it made your whole body twitch, your moans get loud, and you were closing your end. Your walls were the tightest they have ever been; you've never been so stimulated so much before, and quaritch groaning in your ear didn't help. 

Quaritch then slipped his hand from underneath your shirt and Placed it on your mouth. His thrusts then became more separated; they were rougher as every 5 seconds, he'd slam himself into you. His breathing was heavy; it was burning the back of your ear. As every time trusted, you got closer to your end; his fingers were still rubbing at an average pace. Your moans would escape the tiny cracks of quaritchs hands. 

It felt like everything got brighter; your core burned hot as you painted Quaritchs cock with your cum. Your body shook, your legs were weak, your breath was heavy, it was fast and mixed with whimpers. Quaritch wasn't done, but he was close. You could feel his throbbing cock every time he thrust in you; his hand was still rubbing your clit. When his fingers passed over your clit, your body shook in overstimulation. As you shook at the overstimulation, Quaritch pushed one of his fingers in your mouth as he held you close. His thrusts became fast; his breath was hitched. He then pulled his finger out of your mouth before he pushed you down on the counter. His hands held you down as he filled you with his seed. There was so much you instantly felt it pour out of your tight hole. As he emptied himself into you, he pumped a few more thrusts into you before he collapsed on your back. His forehead pressed against your spine, and his breath was heavy. Both of you lay there as your breathing was in sync; he didn't pull out of you just yet. He just lay there and caught his breath. 

As you both calmed down, he pulled his soft cock out of your filled hole; as he did this action, he let out a smooth growl.  He then tucked himself away and buckled his pants. You then shakily stood up and pulled up your underwear and shorts. You were so wet from how he destroyed you and painted your insides white. You were going to be in deep shit tomorrow at training. 

(I did write this when I was tired so if there was any mistakes I apologize lmk if I should do a training fic )

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Colonel's orders!

Summary: Lyle doesn't show up for your date, Quaritch rectifies the situation.

Human!Miles x gn!reader, Human!Lyle x gn!reader

It was an odd situation you had to admit. Lyle and you? No one would have seen it coming, well no one except your roommate.

"He's a dog y/n! You're a fine piece of ass and he's sniffin!" She called to you as you got ready by the mirror. Her head didn't even pop up from her data pad as she chewed on her pen.

"What the hell does that even mean Kim?" You didn't have time for her nonsense warnings. Your own shift had run late and if you didn't leave now he'd be waiting. You just wished your hair knew that.

"Means what it means." She said crossing her arms. "You shouldn't go. AND if you do I'm not clearing out so there'll be no hanky panky" You rolled your eyes. Cheep as RDA was you were lucky in your station to only have one room mate to deal with. She could be a pain in the ass but at least she kept her side tidy.

"I have no idea what your saying half the time." You grumbled mainly to yourself, having a last once over in the mirror before heading out.

"If your not back by 0900 I'm inviting Prager over!" You wished the sliding mechanical doors were capable of slamming as you left.

She was one to talk about your taste seeing as she'd been making her way through the military types. Still in some ways she was right. You'd never seen them as your type before but Lyle had been a special case.

You were a jack of all trades, often flitting from task to task in where ever they felt you were needed. Your primary work load was in mechanics, which was where you met him. Lyle clearly wished to jump the queue and reckoned it was a 50/50 he'd get to the top of the order or blacklisted. His cheesy pickup lines and obvious eyeballing would have normally pissed you off but for some reason you'd found it charming.

Maybe it was his sincerity? He certainly seemed to find you genuinely attractive and was not shy about expressing it. Maybe it was the lack self seriousness he displayed? Or maybe it was simply that no one else had shown this much blatant interest in you in a while.

There were no games with him. He was clear in his intentions from the beginning. Before you'd even finished fixing his gun mount on the craft, he'd set up a date. You appreciated the straight forwardness greatly. You often found people difficult to read and wished more would be as blunt at times.

So here you were, outside the hanger leaning against the wall in your nicest causal clothes. It was a miracle you'd made it on time, better than that you were a couple of minutes early! You used the time to catch your breath, peering at your reflection in the glass.

You looked nice. It was hard to look special with what little you'd brought with you but still the effort was clear. Anyways he'd still be in his camo so he'd be a hypocrite to think you'd not bothered to dress up.

Not that dressing up was necessary, you were only going to an observation deck. It was technically out of bounds for yourself but with him as escort it would be allowed. As he told it, that catwalk had the best views of the night sky. You quite looked forward to seeing it, would be a change from the lower levels you tended to work in.

Minutes ticked by slowly. Muscular men and women in military gear filed past, looking at you with confusion as you waited. You kept your eyes down, hoping not to draw too much attention. Wouldn't want to get kicked out before Lyle even got here.

Your feet started to ache. Looking down at your watch again you noted how late he was. 15 minutes wasn't so bad, maybe he'd needed a shower first and had just forgot to message you. You rocked back and forth on your heels, staring out at the moving crane in the hanger.

30 minutes was understandable. Something must have come up and made him late. If it was work then of course he wouldn't have been able to message you and let you know. The timer lights had gone out leaving the hall dim. You slumped down now, sitting on the floor. Might as well rest a little while you waited right?

45 minutes. The cranes had stopped now, the large hanger bay stilled. Whatever workers left must have gone off to their own beds through other exits. You hadn't seen another soul in the last half an hour. Was he just not coming?

55 minutes was your limit. You could feel the frustration rising in your throat. It constricted as your chest spasmed, threatening to start you sobbing. You held the flood gates, your eyes only glassy, you wouldn't cry here.

You felt stupid for falling for what ever trick he was playing. A prank amongst his friends maybe? All watching on CCTV at the poor sod he'd tricked into thinking he liked them. Fuck them, they wouldn't see you cry. You were gonna walk back to your room like nothing was wrong and let your roommates vicious tongue say it for you.

You stood, stretching out your aching muscles, your back giving a satisfying pop. You moaned a little in the empty space as you reached high in your stretch. Then you heard someone clear their throat.

You glanced over to see the Colonel himself eyeing you. You yanked your arms down fast, adjusting your clothing that had crept up.

"Sir!" You straightened, mind racing. What could you say to excuse your being here? Did he know his own men well enough to mark you as an outsider here?

"Shouldn't you be..." He began.

"Yes! sorry sir! I was waiting for someone and..." You cut him off, trailing off with a half hearted laugh at the end there. You weren't hiding you emotion well, you could hear a manic edge to your tone. Well fuck it, your evening couldn't get worse right?

"I think I've been stood up, sir." You met his eye when you said this tears threatening to spill. This was the first time since the mandatory safety briefing you'd seen him this close. You'd done well the last few years, making yourself indispensable on base, never needing to leave its safe walls. Nor having to be in the presence of the Colonel who you'd found so frightening before.

He didn't seem so scary now. Emotions quickly passing across his admittedly handsome face. Though it was marked heavily by deep scarring he was very agreeable up close. He seemed to soften a moment, an easy smile gracing his lips.

"By one of mine? Now that won't do darlin" You blushed at the pet name, eyeing him nervously as he reached a hand out to you. You took it gingerly, staring down at his rough hand clasping your own. Then your eyes drifted to his biceps, wow he was huge.

"Colonel Miles Quaritch." He drawled out, laughing a little. Your eyes shot back up to his, busted.

"Uh, y/n, sir!" You squeaked out. You tensed as he pulled your arm in, hooking it through his own. You followed his movements, allowing him to walk you through the doors off limits to yourself.

"Gave you my name for a reason there darlin'. Just Miles will be fine." You just nodded to him, the whole situation rapidly getting away from you.

"Now what had my no good dog promised you huh?" he turned his head to you, flashing a brilliant smile. You settled against him, content he wasn't going to yell at you and happy to be closer to his muscles.

"The stars." You spoke, more steadily this time, a dreamy hint touching your voice. You'd never seen them so clear as the first night you arrived on Pandora and had been squirreled away ever since. "We were going to go look at them."

Miles hummed to himself, leading you to an elevator on the far wall. An assistant had made to approach with paper work, he shot him a look you couldn't see. The man almost jumped, fumbling with the papers before scampering off. Maybe a little apprehension on your part was warranted.

He seemed a little lost in thought as you entered the lift together. Maybe mulling over who's place he'd taken tonight. Part of you wanted to keep it a secret, after all he did seem annoyed you'd been left waiting. Maybe Lyle deserved what ever his Colonel would do however. Likely be better than your plan of never helping him again.

The lifts sliding doors brought him back. Charming smile slipping back into place as he stepped out with you.

"You'll be wanting a mask for this spot." He removed himself from your side, stepping ahead to the evopacks hanging on the wall. He took one down turning to you.

"After you." He placed the mask over your head, drawing you in close as he adjusted the straps. He tucked hair off your face, hands tracing down to tilt your chin up with his finger. Your breath caught in your throat, he was close now, his eyes darting to your lips. If it wasn't for the glass between you, you'd have felt his breath. He smirked down at you before pressing the seal, it hissed startling you back to reality. Where it didn't seem like your Colonel wanted to kiss you.

You hadn't realized quite how hot you'd become until the door hissed open and the cool night air hit you. It was refreshing, not so cold as to be uncomfortable.

"Up here." Miles lead the way climbing the ladder first and taking your hand when you reached the top yourself. He pulled you up sharply making you bump against his broad chest. He held you there a moment, hands on your elbows, before stepping back.

"Well, there's your stars." He smiled and you raised your head up.

No earthly sky could compare, not even the old photos of desert skies. Millions of pin prick lights, splashes of blue and purple nebula, another moon and the huge expanse of Polyphemus.

The night here glowed brilliantly. You couldn't help the glee that bubbled through you. You jumped a little, waving your hands trying to disperse the feeling. It was so beautiful, beyond anything you'd expected from your brief glimpse.

You twisted back to Quaritch, suddenly bashful from your display. He was simply smiling back at you from where he'd decided to sit. You joined him, flopping onto your back to better take in the view.

"As promised?" You turned your head to his, stars sparkling in his icy blue eyes. You grinned at him.

"Better!" You shuffled closer pressing your head to his shoulder. You wondered briefly if that'd be okay but he didn't move. You stayed like that for a time, letting him speak. He'd apparently learnt a bit from navigation, important out in the field so he said. He pointed to clusters, constellations changed quickly on a moon planet but certain groups could be spotted and used to navigate.

You told him about your fear of the forest. That you'd known a friend who died their first day out there. That you'd found every excuse to stay inside since. He listened, nodding to himself. You supposed he understood, he'd seen first hand what was out there, though he'd chosen to fight it.

When you began to yawn he suggested you go back. Ever the gentleman it would seem, he took your hand. Helping you up then escorting you back. You protested lightly, that you could return yourself but he wouldn't have it. Taking you right to your room door.

"Well y/n, it's been a pleasure." He raised your knuckles to his lips, leaving a soft kiss. You giggled a little, debating a curtsy when you noticed the time. 1100 and as expected your darling roommate had left the customary warning of her sock on the floor.

Miles caught your sudden change of expression, quirking a brow at the sock you glared at.

"Sorry...uh my roommate... she has company." You fumbled. It wasn't against any rules or anything but it felt like grassing her up to the big boss. He paused a moment before he caught your meaning, barking a laugh at the situation.

"Now wouldn't it be funny if I just..." He trailed off before quickly opening the door. You barely had time to react before you saw a half dressed Prager flail and fall onto the floor. Your roommate was no where in site, likely in the bathroom.

"Private!" Miles half yelled, causing him to scramble to his feet and salute. You couldn't help but laugh at him standing there in his underwear, beet red.

"You have a field mission at 0600, best get some shut eye soldier." Miles voice was light hearted, filled with humor at the situation. Regardless Prager scooped up the rest of his clothes before running off down the hall, babbling out 'yes sirs' and 'sorry sirs'.

You turned to look up at Miles, still giggling. He smiled back down at you before his face relaxed a little. He looked at you more seriously then, before his hand raised to cup your cheek. He was close again, this time you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He stooped a little, leaning closer to you. You felt his lips brush against yours before...

"Colonel, sir?!" Miles leaned away, hand leaving your cheek, he turned to who ever called. You didn't even need to peak around him to tell, Lyle. What was he doing here now? You were still upset about him leaving you waiting like that, but he'd come to you?

"Ahh, this the date then?" He turned back to you, face tight in a forced smile. You felt your face flush, mind still reeling from the almost kiss.

"uh yeah... Lyle." He jogged into view around Miles now, red faced and out of breath. You looked at the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes incase it got you tearing up again.

"Aww y/n I..." He started, struggling to speak through his panting.

"This is my bad." You turned to Miles as he interrupted. His face and voice giving a casual impression that didn't reach his body language. His muscles were tensed. You could see his fists balled, white knuckled.

"I'm afraid my Corporal here was pretty behind on paper work and I'd insisted it be done by tomorrow. Fair to say I ruined your evening, you have my apologies." He tipped his head before marching off.

You felt you should say something but what? What do you say to your higher up who almost kissed you in front of your date. You turned to Lyle, his breathing more steady now.

"How about a rain check? Happy to show you that spot another night." He smiled sweetly, dimples forming. You remembered why you'd been so taken by him before, he really was a good looking guy.

"Yeah, rain check" You returned his smile, watching as his eyes lit up at the chance for a do over. "but your boss beat you to that date." You added laughing at his shocked expression as you entered your room.

"Wait he what?!" He shouted as you closed the door. Kim had reappeared and was grinning from ear to ear.

"Details. Now." You rolled your eyes playfully as she dragged you to sit on her bed.

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The next morning you worked bellow an engine block. Trudy had complained about something leaking and was unwilling to let anyone but you touch her baby.

Your mind was still racing. You wanted to see Miles again but at the same time you still had a date promised to Lyle. It wasn't cheating right? You weren't 'dating' dating? He was just gonna take you out, no reason you couldn't think about someone else. Chances were he was playing the field too, no harm right?

"Knock knock" You heard someone tapping the metal and slid out from under it. Lyle stood above you offering a hand to help you up. He pulled you up and into a quick hug, before pulling back to grin at you.

"What?" you asked, the cheeky look still spread across his face.

"Someone cleared both our schedules for the rest of the day." He somehow smiled wider before scooping you up and spinning with you in the air. You shrieked, laughing as you balanced yourself holding his firm shoulders. He placed you gently back down, giddy smiles shared between you both.

"Must have made a very good impression on the boss. Maybe need to have him run into you more often." He winked slinging an arm over your shoulders. You blushed, he'd really gone and given you both a full day off? Lyle tugged you closer, kissing your temple and leading you out the hanger.

"We're gonna have so much fun!" He beamed. You smiled back, enjoying the feeling of being smushed up against his broad chest.

Unbeknownst to you Miles watched seething from the catwalk above.

[tojisun]

our shallow graves — 01

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fuck buddies outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as a theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; references to (made up past), including death and prev dead lovers; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; the reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 3k words

: this chapter lays the foundation of the fic and introduces the initial dynamic of quaritch and the reader; reader’s callsign is 10/10 from that one penguin in madagascar; this fic made me fascinated with deja blu fr; hope u guys would luv it <33

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you don’t understand why you were one of the early ones they awakened. sure you signed up for the shitty program – because who wouldn’t want to be an eight-feet tall blue alien? apparently, other than the scientists, you were the only one in your squad who wanted the transfer – but you didn’t expect to be the first in the line up.

to be in colonel miles quaritch’s squad. 

other than walker and mansk, you knew absolutely no one from the deja blu team. but you’ve heard of them, alright. who wouldn’t? they have lines of kills and assists in terra and, now, in pandora; they are warmongers at most, rascals at least. 

you stare up at their imposing figures, trying to make sense of the fact that they’ve all been killed in action. 

despite not remembering much, you’ve come to terms with your own death during the initial war – a lone pilot, only meant to be an escort, gunned down by trudy’s bird before being further propelled into the lush forest floors of pandora by the banshees. it is a boring life story, one that is only worth telling because of your “sacrifice” in alien territory. 

(you still don’t understand why the shrink insisted on showing you the syphoned clips of your death. 

“it’s to help you move on,” she said as if she could ever understand the horror of seeing yourself fall to your death. as if you had not been a human trapped inside a fucking burning bird, being torn to pieces by, what could literally only be, flying dinosaurs. as if you were just another collateral. just another number added to the charts.

“i’m sorry,” she added, a small smile on her face as she turned to you, her hair tied in a neat bun and her white blouse tucked in her pencil skirt. “ultimately, thank you for your service, ma’am.”

fucking piece of shit. 

you wondered if she even has a licence or the RDA just handed your files to some science nerd and was told to play god for their little blue alien. to fix you right up so that they could send you to another suicide mission.)

but that wasn’t the case for the rest of the deja blu. you know they were directly fighting; leaders of smaller squadrons, following the beat of papa dragon. walker and mansk, themselves, have touched down with guns in their amp suits, directly under wainfleet’s command. you don’t know how they died – you couldn’t even fathom wainfleet dying. and yet there he stands with the others, bald as fuck but imposing nevertheless.

your eyes shift to the man beside him. not the tallest, zdinarsik got that title, but the one in command. 

colonel miles quaritch. big, blue, and seething. 

one more thing you noticed in this whole fuckery is that your recombinant body is short. you stood about two inches shorter than walker, and she’s a full head shorter than anyone else. as you line up beside her, with fike on your other side, you three could very well make a groupie of santa’s little helpers.

wainfleet smirks like he’s thinking the same. you would have rolled your eyes at him but the colonel began to move close, his combat boots echoing against metal floors, snuffing out any noise from the squad. 

“and who are you, kid?” he asks, standing directly in front of you.

you tell him your name, internally wincing when your tail unconsciously coils around your leg. you still don’t know how to control it – an easy tell of your anxiousness. the colonel’s lips lift up in a smirk, his eyes flashing at your tail in slight mirth, before recognition crosses his eyes.

“rico?” 

you startle at the use of your unofficial callsign, a feat only made possible after climbing up the ranks and being heralded as one of the best pilots.

(trudy had been the best pilot in hell’s gate; the one with the most medals, and rightfully so. she was the one who ripped through the skies with her samson, zigzagging like she had been riding a banshee instead of a plane. 

the one with the kindest heart.

there is a part of you that is grateful that it had been trudy who took you down.)

“yes sir,” you reply, blinking up at him after he’s dismissed your salute, feeling a little shy at being recognized, somewhat, by the colonel. 

quaritch hums, tilting his head to the side in thought, watching you with narrowed eyes. briefly, you wonder if he’s asking himself why it had not been socorro who was awakened. to be honest, you are asking yourself the same thing because it doesn’t matter if you were one of the best, not when socorro, sweet and gentle and pregnant socorro, had the colonel’s favouritism. 

(socorro’s child was a beautiful boy with sun-kissed hair and chocolate eyes. he was such a darling even though you’ve only seen the infant in passing, held lovingly in his mother’s arms.)

they could’ve made a blue alien baby this time around. maybe, then, they’d be happier too. 

the colonel certainly doesn’t deserve it but socorro does. 

“were you a private, rico?” quaritch asks, pulling you from your thoughts. he leans close again, dramatically bending his head down which highlights the difference in your heights.  

“no sir,” you reply. “i was a lance corporal, sir.”

he hums again, finally backing up and giving you more room to breathe. then, he sends you a smile. “well then, welcome to the team, kid.”

the tension seeps out of you as you nod, thanking him before he turns to the other recoms, chatting amiably. walker bumps you with her shoulder and you see her smile from your peripheral.

you give her a smaller one before willing your tail to finally uncoil from your damn leg and act normal.

of course it just swishes behind you.

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training is gruesome. you honestly thought that it would be easier with your stronger and newer body, but with the colonel around, that thought vanished. 

suicide drills were the squad’s least favourite, you especially. not only were the stakes increased to push the limits of your new bodies, but you all were always watched by the scientists, with their little sticks poking at your bodies and their little wires strapped down to whatever skin they wanted to bother this time around. 

wainfleet started screaming at them, calling them “fucking losers,” and barking at them to give the squad some space. quaritch quickly took over, grunting that whether they were losers or not, whatever they were doing was necessary. that said, he sent the scientists a heated glare, making it known that his words do not necessarily reflect his feelings – wainfleet had taken this as his victory. 

the tests weren’t fun, but you appreciated their purposes; through them, you learned that your na’vi DNA was extracted from a tipani warrior. the sentiment isn’t lost in you – they robbed the graves of the na’vi. you think you are used to what humans could do all for conquering pandora but for many days, you were unable to stomach any packet meal they fed your squad. walker had to talk you out of it because your unintentional hunger strike made you lag behind – an error that had you being summoned to the colonel’s office.

“we’re all tryin’ our best here, rico,” quaritch’s voice echoes in his office. 

you’ve never been inside the one he had back in hell’s gate and you had hoped that you would never see the day of being in his current one, but there you stood, tensed as the colonel studied you. 

he refused to sit on his customized chair, choosing instead to pace just behind his desk, his bulging arms hidden from your view as he clasped his hands behind his back. quaritch’s lips are pursed, almost pouty, and you beat yourself up at the thought of finding him – your nose scrunches at this – attractive when he’s busy scolding you. 

“our circumstances ain’t ideal, but we’re back as some lab-grown native and we oughta take advantage of what we’ve become,” he says, continuing his tirade amidst your silence, snapping you out of your humiliating thoughts. “your little stunt costs us a delay on proceeding with a recon of the area and the only reason i’m not benching you is because the general has faith in you – faith that, frankly, i’m still not understanding.”

your back straightens at his words, and you tamp down the need to wince at his scathing tone. he is right, after all. for some fucked up reason, the general – both ardmore who’s stationed in pandora and gonzales who’s still in terra – backed the need to have your soul transfer commence. you still don’t know what it had been for, given that past your flying skills, you are just another idiot who knows her way around a gun. not memorable to many, except, apparently, for those in command.

(‘maybe this was why the colonel doesn’t particularly like me,’ you would think later, safe in your room. ‘socorro may have the colonel’s attention but what is a colonel – one who already failed his priority mission – against two generals?’)

“i’m sorry, sir,” you utter, clear but not loud, and quaritch just watches you again with his unwavering stare.

finally, he grunts, turning his body away from you to fully face the glass window that oversees the lower-level operations. you take this as his dismissal and scurry out of his office.

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“and she’s finally back from tryna kill herself!” wainfleet’s voice echoes in the nearly empty mess hall and you roll your eyes at him, glowering when he just proceeds to chuckle.

you plop your tray in front of walker, sending her a small smile which she returns with a cute beam. her braids are out of her hair tie today, letting them frame her face in the way you saw the omatikaya prefer. shooting a quick glance at zdinarsik’s way and it’s clear that someone else prefers it this way too. 

“what’d the pukes say?” fike asks, sloshing around his packet meal, sneering in disgust when it jiggles like a slab of jello. more than the fact that you found out that your gene came from a corpse, this ‘food’ is about to do the trick of making you want to pursue starvation again.

“said i needa take so many pills.” you shrug, tearing open your packet of faux meat with pinched lips and your shoulders tensed like you’re expecting to be shot at. “apparently, i stunted my growth.”

prager laughs. “aww, you gonna remain short?”

“aww, you gonna remain hairy?” you shot back, snorting when prager just pouts as he raises his hand to rub at his fuzzy chin. gross.

wainfleet barks out another laugh at the exchange before reaching across the table to place an apple onto your tray. “‘ere ya go, rico. real food.”

you don’t know where he got the fruit, you don’t even know if it’s ‘real’ like he just said, but you do not have room to complain. fake fruit is a whole lot better than the slush in the compound. 

“thanks,” you say, smiling bashfully, not expecting wainfleet, of all people, to adopt the mother hen role. he winks at you in reply, wiggling his brows, before straightening back up and fooling around with prager. 

you dump the packet back to your tray before picking up the apple. you wipe it on your shirt before bringing it up for a bite, humming in delight at the crunching sound it made.

“delicious?” mansk asks from beside you, his lips quirking up in a smile when you turn to him.

“yummy,” you reply, humming, taking another bite. he snickers, bumping your leg with his, before placing his own apple onto your tray too. 

“you gotta eat more,” is all he says when you make a questioning sound before bending over to hover his lips on the shell of your ear. “news spread fast that you got your ass reprimanded by the colonel yesterday.”

“uh-huh,” you mutter, unable to focus on what he’s saying at the sudden surge of heat engulfing you. 

your lips feel dry all of a sudden, your throat parched from unknown thirst, and you turn to mansk, wanting to ask him what the hell is happening to you – was this the fault of the fucking apple? – only to see his own face flushed, blue skin turning into dark purple. 

his eyes meet yours and all of a sudden, you feel like you are doused with gasoline and set ablaze.

huh. well, if that isn’t interesting.

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“jesus- devin, not too ha- ah!” 

your back arches at a particularly hard thrust, your jaw falling open for a drawn out garble. the explosion of pleasure races across your synapses, filling you up with nothing but a deafening white noise. blearily, you recognize mansk’s bigger hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up from his lap only to drop you down again. a hiccupped moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, feeling your walls spasming around him.

“rico, fuck, so good. so good.” mansk’s voice is faint, falling from his kiss-swollen lips in murmurs. you would have missed it without your new heightened senses, but the sound of his voice tickles your ears, making your tail flick behind you as you preen at his praises.

a giggly “thank you” barely makes it past your teeth when mansk manhandles you again, humping his hips up to grind himself along your pelvis, driving him deeper. you choke on your words, unable to stop the moan that is punched from your lungs, the sound so loud that mansk had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

“not so loud,” he mumbles, bumping his forehead against yours. the sound of his rugged voice makes you clench around his length, making you feel utterly stuffed. you drag your blunt nails across his back, your eyes fluttering rapidly, feeling yourself tipping into the peak of your orgasm.

mansk laughs. “y’r unbelievable.” 

you do not know what it is that you said, your wobbly voice still smothered by his hand, as you get lost in the way he bounces you on his lap. mansk goes quiet, only letting muffled grunts pierce the air between the two of you, and you feel the sudden surge of primal need unleashing deep in your belly.

the tight clench of your abdomen almost hurts, your orgasm ripping through the remnants of your sanity. your last thought was: ‘motherfucker, why did no one ever tell you that the na’vi have heats?’

it is later when the haze lifts up that the warmth licking up from the core of your muscles – almost like it is burrowed deep within your blood vessels – is finally snuffed out. 

mansk is asleep on his bed, dead to the world. you shuffle out of his loose embrace, blinking blearily before realizing that he had cleaned you two up. a small smile graces your lips as you fully slink out of his bed, looping your tail around your leg as you pick up the pieces of your off-duty apparel. 

pressing a kiss on his forehead, and rolling your eyes when he sleepily bats you away like you are a fly, you grab your respirator and quietly leave his room. 

standing in the empty hallways, turning your head from side to side, you study the stillness of the metal walkway with bated breath, afraid that someone will eventually see you making your walk of shame to your room. when the silence continues, you finally begin to move, lithe steps only broken by the continuous hissing from your respirator as you occasionally take slight sips of air. 

nearing your room, your heart finally settles, your tensed back loosening up at the feeling of safety. you cross past one of the intersecting hallways, quick in your steps, when a hand reaches from the dark and grabs your wrist.

a scream nearly bubbles from your lips when a palm is shoved to your face, shutting you up once again. panicked eyes turn, trying to see who’s got such a strong hold on you, only for your heart to careen even faster when you make eye contact with quaritch.

no-

his sneer is terrifying, his bright amber eyes glinting with so much malice, it pins you right on the spot. cold dread washes over you like a tide, chasing away the quiet elation that settled deep within your veins. the heat is returning, you know that, but it is muted and mingled with fear that you can’t even feel the need to scratch the itch. 

your ears are pinned onto your skull, your tail drooping as it wraps itself around your leg again. this time the colonel doesn’t look at it in amusement, instead he continues to glare at you.

“colonel-” 

“next time, fuck around quietly,” quaritch barks out, cutting you off. “and go take a goddamn shower. you reek.”

he snatches his arm from your wrist as though he’s been burned before marching away, his combat boots echoing in the hallway. tears prick the back of your eyes and you run to your room, heaving, trying to calm yourself.

anger, hurt, and shame bubble deep inside your stomach, expanding, until you are finally reduced to tears. you cry your frustration away, hoping that by doing so, you would stop thinking about how good the colonel smelled as he glowered at you with his sharp eyes. 

(if only you had glanced at quaritch as he walked away, you would have seen the way he burrowed his face on his palm, chasing the sweet scent that roused him from his sleep and pushed his own heat into its beginnings.)

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[mschimdt]

Pissed

colonel miles quaritch x human reader

2161 words

warnings: too many

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you were part of the military back on earth, they signed you up when you were 16, your parents wanted nothing to do with you, you were 18 when the phoneix project was announced, your parsnts didnt hesitate to sign you up if it meant that youll get sent to a plannet trillions of miles away, they wantes to get rid of you

they provided everything for you on pandora, they had their way with ardmore and made sure you got everything, the only reason they gave you all this stuff is because theyre rich and didnt knoe what to do with their money

you had one of the biggest rooms in bridgehead, your room was basically an apartment

it had 2 bedrooms a kitchen and one luxury bathroom with a living room that could easily fit 20 avatars

you hated everyone, everyone knew you were a brat, everyone knew that ardmore would fuck anyone up if they tried to mess with you, simple because your parents were paying her to keep an eye on you, you didnt know why they bothered because they didnt give a fuck about your existence

you had two friends on bridgehead, seio and mysa, seio was a scientist that specialised in testing samples from around pandora and mysa was part of the pheonix project, you saw mysa more than you saw seio which meant you and mysa were closer

they were the only 2 people on bridgehead that actually cared about you, but they didnt care TOO much, so youre usually left alone with your thoughts in your room

you were hanging out with mysa, you two were yet to get your avatars, some people already got theirs such as the asshole colonel miles quaritch, you hated him, a self centered asshole that only cared about killing jake sully, his friend lyle also got his avatar

lyle was pretty similar to quaritch, both of them were assholes, they always stuck together, atleast lyle never left quaritchs side

there was a huge party happening in bridgehead, to celebrate those that are going to get their avatars such as you and mysa

it was on a saturday, you and mysa were getting ready in your room, you had the closet of your dreams, all the clothes you could wish for, you were looking for a dress, you didnt have anyone to impress but you still wanted to look good, who knows maybe someone will finally like you?

you put a long black silk dress on, and did your makeup, and made sure to wear your favourite gold heels, this wasnt how you usually dressed, usually you walked around in cargo pants and a tanktop, but not today, you needed a change

mysa got ready, but she on the other hand had someone to impress, there was this guy that she noticed was hitting on her, soon they became friends and noe they both clearly like eachother, but they wont admit it

you and mysa walked out of your room making your way to the ballroom that was recently built, it had a bar and a buffet, it opened once a month

you walked inside, everyone stared partying, you looked around and saw the recoms that youll be working with soon, you hated them but you knew if you showed it theyd fuck you up, you sat in a sofa near the door with mysa and her 'crush' he had his arms wrapped around her

suddenly mysa and her crush leave and im left alone, i open my phone because i didnt want to leave just yet, i texted mysa where she went and shr said she'll tell me tomorrow before training, i looked around, saw no one was imterested in me and decided that it was probably time to go back to my room because i couldnt spend any longer in this place, the music was over simulating

you noticed quaritch eyeing you with no shame he was eye fucking you, when he saw youd caught him he just kept staring, raising an eyebrow while both of you made eye contact

it was awkward to say the least but, quaritch was quite attractive and i was surpised he was staring at someone like me. especially because my body isnt really curvy or anything, i wondered why he was staring, there was really no rrason to stare ay me at all, im unattractive and ive accepted it.

you had enough of the eyecontact, you broke it and walked over towards him he noticed it and he smirked a bit, his plan worked, you looked pissed , with full confidence you spat out a "whyre you staring at me?!" you sounded reslly pissed and that was the colonels goal

he stood up towering over you. you were facing his crotch, you stepped back a bit and looked up your neck already in pain from how high you were lifting your head to look at his face

"whyre u talking to me like that, hm?" the colonel grinned at you.

"you know what, i dont know why i even approached you,my necks starting to hurt, im gonna leave, bye" you said turning around to face the door

quaritch grabbed you by your shoulders and spun you around to face him again, this time he was crouching down so he was face level with you

"yr' not leavin' until you explain why you disrespected me like that sweetheart" he said grinning at you again "c'mon, speak up"

"because you were staring at me, what else am i supposed to do when youre staring shamelessly at me?" you say looking way more pissed than before

"sweetheart, i was starin' at ya' because you look stunning, couldnt take my eyes of ya'" he said with a devilish smirk

"well that doesnt explain why you were staring at me for so long, im gonna leave ive had enough of you" you said turnung around again

"stop tryna leave, ya' wont leave until you know how to respect me" he said grabbung your shoulder, this time not lwtting go, anchoring you so u dont leave, "so you gon' tell me or will i have to make you?" you had an idea, you werent scared of him

"then make me" you said grinning at the colonel this time, his expression turned into a pissed one now "look whos laughing now" you laughed at his facr, but then suddenly you were pushed against a wall, you didnt even process it

the colonel spoke "alright then, ill make ya', unless you dont wanna be screaming my name tonight, ya should speak up sweet'eart." your realized he was probably drunk, because hes never sput out anything as filthy as this

"i dont listen to drunk men" you said sliding yourself under his arms trying to get away, although you didnt mind the idea of you sceaming his name in bed.

he grabbed you again, this time throwing you off his shoulders and outside the ballroom, you were heading to his bedroom, so he wasnt lying...

"please- im sorry sir!" panicking because you ddint expect this, "too late cupcake, yr' already in for it"

he pulled his keycard out of his pocket, rushing towards his bedroom and slapping the card on the scanner, the door unlocked and he walked in, tossing you on the bed then locking the door

you were staring at him, he walked over and spun you onto your stomache on his lap. "you gon' be a good girl?" you could hear the smile on his face "y-yes"

"yes what?"

"y-ye-yes sir..."

"good girl, thas one step closer to teaching you manners" he said, he didnt even ask before he slid your dress up, revealing your pink laced panties

you heard him whisper "god damn", he put his hands on your ass, kneading it, then suddenly you heard a slap and felt a sting on your ass, "count, if you mess up we'll start over"

"o-one.."

he spanks you again and again, your ass had red hand marks on it. quaritch likes the sight knowing it was his hands that caused this

after he was dome you were crying, not sad type of crying, the type of crying when youre enjoying something, he spun you back onto your back, kissing the tears that fell from your face, "you were so good" he whispered against your cheek, quaritch trailed kisses from your cheek all the way to above your tits then he lifted himself back up, held your chin and pressed a light kiss onto your lips, it was soft, not rough

"since you behaved fr' me, you deserve a reward" at this point your cunt was already dripping wet, quaritchs cock was hard aswell

you sat up and slid your dress off leaving you in just panties, your tits were exposed

quaritch just stared for a few seconds, then unexpectedly he dipped his face down and started kissing and sucking your nipples. he slid his hand under the waist band of your panties and then releasing it making a slapping sound against your skin

you reached your hands down and pulled the panties somewhere on the floor, quaritch seperated from your nipples and stood up he slid up his tanktop and unbuckled his belt sliding his pants down leaving him in boxers

you could see the tent in his boxers, he was huge

he grabbed the waistband and pulled them off discarding everything he was wearing onto the floor, then he lowered back against your tits continuing what he was doing you felt his hand sliwly make its way down your torso, until it reached your throbbing pussy, quaritch teased your thighs before taking both of his hands and opening your legs

he took ome of his fingers and dragged it between your flaps, making you moan, you wanted anything inside you, you heard quaritch speak against your nipples " so wet fr' me hm?"

"y-yes sir.."

he finally plopped a finger into your throbbing cunt, thrusting it into you while bending it, you were a moaning mess, but you knew you werent done, he kept finger fucking you until you said "i-im gonna cumm" he suddenly stopped. pulling his fingers out and lifting his head off your chest

"aww little y_n wants to cum? we'll, youll only be cumming on my cock hm sweetheart"

you were desperate, "please" you kept repeating it "please what? i wanna hear ya say it or it wont happen" "please fuck me" your brain was too foggy to process what you just said, "alright then, remember, you asked for it" he grabbed his cock that was leaking precum from the tip, and dragged it against your clit

he lined himself up and pushed himself in ever so slowly, knowing that he could hurt you if he went too fast, tears formed in your eyes, quaritch noticed it " you okay sweet'eart?" "y-yea kee- going" he nodded and pushrd himself in, he was almost all the way in when he felt his tip hit your cervix, "we can stay like this for a bit if you need a little time to adjust just know that next time i wont be this gentle with ya"

"move, please" you ddint have to ask twice before quaritch started slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you, slowly picking up his pace making sure to not hurt you, just a few seconds later quaritch was full on ramming into you while you moaned, you swore you heard quaritch let out a low moan

your legs started shaking "can -i cu-cum..?" "sure thing cupcake" you came on his cock, youve never felt this good before, your orgasm finally stopped and now you were feeling over simulated

he was fucking you dumb, you could barely let out words when you heart him say something like he was gonna cum, then you left something wsrm load inside of you, quaritch thrusted a few times more before placing his hands on both sides of your body holding himself up from collapsing over your fragile body

you stayed like that for a bit, then quaritch pulled out, you tried closing your legs but he forced them open, seeing his cum leaking from your pussy, he pulled some of it with his fingers and pushed it back inside of your cunt. he grabbed yoyr knees and roughly closed your leg

he layed down on his stomache next to you, wrappung a arm around your fucked out bodyx you could bsrely see things straight or say words

"lets get you cleaned up" he carrued you bridal style to the bathroom, setting you on the counted whike he ran a hot bath for both of you

he washed your hair and your body making sure you were clean before washing himself and wrapping you in a towel, he carried you back to his bed where you both slept the rest of the night holding eachother

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lmk if you want a part two

also lmk of therr ate any typos ive missed

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hi, can i request a fem scientist/ military reader x human miles quaritch pls

We Found Love: Miles Quaritch

You and Miles didn't make sense on paper, you were a scientist or "science pukes" as he called you guys and he was a hard-ass military leader. But somehow, someway you two managed to end up together and it was the best thing ever that happened to you guys.

Currently, you were in your office looking over some of the research that you and your team had discovered over the last week when you heard a knock on your door making you mumble a quick come in to whoever it was as you finished reading your research. You felt hands start rubbing your shoulders making you moan at how good it felt, you shoulders usually end up bothering at the end of the day.

"Now sweetheart, what have I told you missing meals and sitting in front of this computer for hours on end?" He said making you turn and see your boyfriend standing there. 

"Uh to not to. But I swear it wasn't intentional, I thought I would be done reading over this stuff in like an hour, I didn't realize I had missed lunch, I'm sorry my love." You said reaching for his hand.

"I know you didn't, but I also worry about you and your health. So why don't you take a break for a little bit and come eat something and spend some time with me?" He asked you.

"I would love nothing more." You said taking his hand as he helped you stand up.

You stretched a bit before you guys made your way towards the mess hall where lunch well probably now dinner was being served. You took a seat at your guy's usual table while he grabbed your food and then a few minutes later joined you by placing your food in front of you. 

"You ate some of my food." You said with a pout as you looked at him. 

"Sorry sweetheart, I couldn't help it, it smelled so delicious." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"Your lucky, you're cute." You said to him with a smile.

You two sat there eating your food and talking about your days, with you telling him about the latest research that you and your team found. You were talking about some of the new plants you discovered when you saw him looking at you with a smile on his face. 

"What is it, Miles?" You asked him. 

"Nothing other than I love you, you know?" He said making you smile. 

"I love you too Miles." You said placing a kiss on his lips. 

[iliketangerines]

tied up

a/n: i'm late to @anemonelovesfiction and @neteyamssyulang event....but i will be posting regularly because, yes, i am insane

pairing: recom!quaritch x afab!human!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, size kink, bondage, an ooc miles quaritch because i'm feeling really fluffy

Quaritch admires you like this, all tied up and spread just for him, and he leans back in his chair, stroking his cock as he admires your dripping pussy

you can’t speak, not with the gag pushed in between your lips, and you whine, legs trying to clamp together but to no avail

the ropes wouldn’t give at all, and so you’re forced to just watch and want as Quaritch slowly pumps himself, his thumb swiping over the tip and spreading the pre-cum along the shaft

he can see drool making its way down your chin, and your eyes are all hazy and glassy, just the way he likes it

you were gorgeous like this truly, and you let out a muffled whine from behind the gag, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes as your desperation builds

Quaritch doesn’t do anything, just giving you a lazy smirk, fangs flashing at you and tail flicking behind him, and he squeezes the base of his cock before pumping his hand again

you squirm in your bondage, pussy clenching around nothing as it drools out onto the bedsheets, wanting for any type of stimulation

the minutes tick by slowly for you, he knows they are, and he knows that this is absolute torture for you, hips squirming and legs twitching uselessly

and then you start to cry, fat tears falling off your face and onto your chest, and Quaritch finally relents, standing up and walking over to you

he towers over you, face darkened by the shadows, and he feels very much like a predator as he leans down over your trembling human body and comes face to face with your pussy

it smells so sweet, just like you, and he runs his thick tongue over your folds, drawing a groan out of you and him: you’re just as sweet as last time

he laps at you slowly, taking his time to enjoy how to whine for him, his tongue barely brushing your needy clit as he thrusts his cock into his own fist

and then you’re shaking again, desperate for him, for more, and you attempt to buck your hips into Quaritch’s tongue, trying to gain some friction to finally be able to cum

it’s barely a twitch, ropes too tight and restraining you to the bed, but Quaritch obliges and hums as he wraps his lips over your clit, tongue pressing firmly against it

you moan loudly, even through the gag, and he can hear the distorted sound of his name from behind your lips

he wants to hear you, hear you properly beg for him to make you cum, and so he stands up and carefully loosens the gag and lets it rest around your neck

almost immediately, you plead with him, voice whiny and pitchy as you beg and beg and beg, saying how you need him, need him to make you cum, please please please sir

Quaritch smiles and kneels back down in front of your spread legs, murmuring a yes ma’am into the inside of your thighs, nipping at the flesh and listening to you yelp

and then his lips are back on your pussy, his rough tongue lapping at your swollen clit, and you moan out his name and whimper thank yous over and over again

it’s a sweet sound, one that fills his ears and makes his ego swell with pride as he hears your moans grow breathier and your hips struggle in the ropes

with a high keen, you finally cum on Quaritch’s tongue, and he brings his lips to suck on your clit harshly, to make you cry out in pleasure

he lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, tongue continuously lapping at your clit

Quaritch finally detaches from your clit with a loud pop, and he licks his lips as he goes a little lower, tongue darting out to taste your release dripping from you

he presses his mouth to you again, tongue thrusting into your heat and his nose grinding against your oversensitive clit

it makes you whine out his name, and a string of pleas for him, and he just hums, tongue still licking into you to get every drop of your cum

he would eat you for forever, he really could, because you were just so tasty, so beautiful, so gorgeous as you cry out his name

Quaritch needs to taste you again, needs more of you, and he fucks you on his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit

he can feel you clenching around his tongue, and he moans into you, sending vibrations traveling throughout your body, and you shake in the ropes as you cum on his tongue once again with a cry of his name

his tongue laps at you desperately, catching every drop of your release, as he closes his eyes to enjoy the taste of you and the sound of your whines

by god, he wishes he could fuck you, stretch you out on his cock, press down on the bulge in your stomach and make you cry, but he knows it would hurt more than feel good

but the thought of it is enough to make his cock twitch in his hand, the thought of you moaning in pleasure, of struggling to take his cock, of your tears streaming down your face

Quaritch stands up, hand furiously pumping at his cock as he imagines fucking into you, cumming inside of you and fucking his seed back in

you would be so gorgeous, all fucked-out and whiny, but you would take it so well because you were so good for him, always good for him, always bending to him

he lets out a groan as he cums on you, his seed coating your pussy and your stomach, and he pumps himself through his orgasm, watching you through hazy eyes

you’re half-asleep, exhausted, but you still manage to whimper out a thank you sir, and Quaritch chuckles and pets the inside of your thigh

always such an angel just for him

he unties the ropes carefully with his thick fingers, and you melt into the bed as the ropes loosen and let your limbs fall down

you’re so fragile like this, limp in his arms as he picks you up, and you cuddle into his chest, hands gripping onto his broad shoulders

you whack him only once with your hand when he gropes at your ass, but he can feel you smile against his skin 

he carries you to the baths and waits for it to warm with you in his arms, watching the water fill the tub

he sets you in, but you grab onto his arm, demanding that he also come in and get cleaned with you, a stern look on your face

there you were, finally awake and alert, the silly scientist he fell in love with all those years ago

you were older, and he was younger than ever, but well, you were a fine wine, and he only found you more beautiful than before

and more demanding, and who would Quaritch be if he denied his partner their request

he chuckles out an alright and gets in with you, your back pressed against his stomach and chest as you wipe yourself of his cum

it’s quiet, warm, in the bathtub, and he’s sure he looks comically large compared to the human-sized tub

but then you look up at him and smile warmly, thanking him for taking care of you as always, and the thought flies away as he leans down and says of course

he would always take care of his angel

[whxre-bxby]

Teaching Na'vi (Quaritch x Y/N)

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

Masterlist

"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

[httpsjeonglvr]

Coloud you do one where reader is the youngest sibling in the sully family she was on Pandora before jake arrived she was a assident of grace she became a full navi before her brother because she was hurt badly during the escape like grace but unlike grace she was transfurde to her avatar body she was in a relationship with miles and still cares deeply for him she the main reason he turns his back on the rpd and joins the navi in the end to be with her and spider :)

A/N: I love this request and I hope you like it because I was just writing whatever came to my mind

For the lovely @rachelcarroll1819

Part 2??

WHEN YOU HAD first heard of this experiment of going to a world full of blue aliens you jumped at the opportunity and that’s where you met Grace and Quaritch the man who fell in love with only for him to ruin it with his evil intentions.

When you had first joined Grace's side Miles would non stop flirt with you because you played hard to get until you had finally given in and you had a very productive night. You thought everything was going great, you had an attractive boyfriend and your brother was helping with something you enjoyed until you found out he and Miles were planning to destroy the home tree which broke your heart and you yelled and hit him until you were tired.

Jake had gained some sense and also fallen for Neytiri so he fought against Quaritch’s team which resulted in him and many innocent Navi dying including Neytiri’s father. You were left devastated and severely injured until Norm and Jake found your body and took you to the lab where you were permanently placed in your avatar body because your human body was too weak and he failed to save it.

You found out you were pregnant with your son and that filled a hole in your heart,since your human body was week Norm had to do surgery so he was born early. Luckily he hadn’t many health issues and grew into a healthy young man.

Time skip to a few years later your baby boy is now a teenager and wanting to explore Pandora more which you loved because the world was beautiful and you were the same when you were younger. Though you still very much missed Miles you had to be strong and work hard for your son. That was all going well until he was taken by the RDA who unknowingly led by the father of your son.

You and your older brother had to leave Pandora to seek safety from the RDA who was targeting your brother and his family. Though it was a struggle to convince the Metkayina to take you considering you were a part of the war,they reluctantly did and you were learning their ways so you would be useful.

You were sitting at the beach playing with the Ilu’s reminiscing about your times with Miles who acted tough around others but was a total softy with you. You weren’t paying attention so it surprised you when a presence came beside you,you turned around to see your older brother,he had always tried to make sure you were okay and felt included ever since your only son was taken away from you.

“How are you doing sis?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest as your groaned. You haven’t been getting any sleep lately wondering where Spider was and if he was okay. “I’m fine” You looked into his eyes and could tell he didn’t believe you but didn’t press further so he nodded and left you to be,you always liked to be by yourself when you were going through things it calmer you down until…

Third Person POV:

The sky was now dark, grey and gloomy as a depressing aura had surrounded a specific spot in the ocean. Tonowari, Ronal, Jake and Ney'tiri were in the waters on their skimwings, as many Tulkuns had circled around one that floated above water.

Ronal approached the Tulkun, praying to Eywa that it wasn't who she thought it was. The closer to got, she knew her answer. It was her spirit sister.

The woman hopped off her creature, releasing strangled breaths as she touches Roa's head, looking over the Tulkun who was now dead. She jumps up onto Roa's flipper, and glances more around with tears building up fast, "She was spirit sister." She told the new incomers, crying out incoherent noises.

Behind her watching the scene, You,Jake and Ney'tiri bowed your heads to respect the fallen, and also with guilt as they knew the humans did this.

"She was the composer of songs!" Ronal cried out, sobbing for the loss of her spirit sister, "We would sing together." She looked to her side, and spotted Roa's young child, crying out even more seeing this.

"She had waited many breeding cycles to have his calf." She explains to the Sully's, lips trembling as her breathing was labour with sobs, "The whole clan was happy for her."

Ronal kept releasing cries, as her hand had not move from Roa's head, "What is this Tonowari?" She briefly looked back at her mate and Jake, "What is this!"

Tonowair felt his mates pain, and exhaled shakily as he looked to the side, trying to keep his emotions calm.

Jake moved the sea creature him, and Ney'tiri were on as he now notices the bright red bags, and a beeping tracking device on Roa's flipper. Instantly they knew what this was. The sky people were back, and closer than ever.

The rain was pelting down on the environment of Pandora, as thunder was heard and loud, but wasn't as loud as the everyone gathered under the main area.

"My spirit sister, and her baby have been murdered by the sky people!" Ronal told everyone gathered, gaining noises back from them and a hiss from Tonowari.

"This war has come to us!" He looked at everyone in the crowd, holding his spear up high in one hand, "We knew about this hunting of our Tulkun people, way over the horizon, far away! Now, it is here!" He declared yelling, slamming his spear down onto the ground as him, and the people of the clan started to hiss and hold our their tongues.

 Jake now tried calming them down, knowing if they didn't do something soon, more Tulkun would die, "You gotta understand how the sky people think! They don't care about the great balance!"

Ney'tiri glanced around the aggressive Metkayian with a heavy frown, keeping Kiri close to her side with Tuk.

Neteyam also tried getting people to quiet down, and hear his fathers words as he pulled (Y/N) by the arm away from the aggressive Na'vi, "Listen! Listen to him!"

"The sky people are not gonna stop!" Jake motions with his hands, and brings them down slowly, "This is only the beginning. You guys gotta tell your Tulkun to leave!" He turns around to them all, rising his voice, "You gotta tell them to go far away!"

"Leave?" Ronal hisses her question to him, staring at him in disbelief, "You live among us, and you learn nothing!"

A Metkayina Na'vi behind Ronal now shouted, holding up his spear also, "We will fight to protect our brothers and sister!" He yips out noises, and sticks his tongue out, as the rest of his clan copy him.

Jake become more alarmed at this, and span around to everyone quickly, "No! No- if you attack, if you fight, then they will destroy you!" He yelled his plead, "They will destroy everything that you love!" His voice cracked a little, continuing his pleading as he motions this to Ronal, who automatically places a hand over her pregnant stomach.

The oceanic Na'vi clan once again ignored his words, and yelled out some more, causing Jake to scream pleads to them all.

"Listen to him!" (Y/N) now tried yelling to the overhyped group, not wanting more death on this clan as Neteyam helps her with shouting out as well, "He speaks the truth!"

Jake, having enough of no one hearing him out, he quickly grabs the red tracker that Neteyam was holding, and jumped up to the highest point in front of them all, showing the tracked as they quieted down. "You tell the Tulkun that if they're hit by one of these, they're marked for death."

Ronal looked to her mate, face full of sorrow and sadness took over their features hearing this.

"A call for me. I'll silence it." Jake tolds the massive group, and took some deep breaths before talking again, "Saving their lives, that's all that matters. Right? Saving your family." He finished, eyes landing on the leaders last as all the Metkayina clan takes in his words.

Tonowari looked down at his mate, who was holding onto his arm, and she nods her answer to him. He turns back to Jake and his people, motioning out to sea with his spear, "Tell the Tulkun."

"Go." Ronal orders, voice on the edge of cracking with her emotions all over the place from all these recent events. Her people listened to her, and all started to rush off towards the water, going to find their Tulkuns.

Many Avatar soldiers were holding guns as they landed, and Lo'ak stood over (Y/N)'s laying down the body with his knife bared and hissed threateningly at them.

He goes to lunge at one of them, but the Avatar deflects his attack and hits his arm, as he grabs him and shoves Lo'ak to the ground, stopping the agitated male.

Meanwhile, (Y/N), Tsireya, and Tuk were escaping the net, and fighting back the people that were trying to restrain them, as they all yelled.

An Avatar grabbed (Y/N) by the back of her neck, causing her to lash out and headbutt his nose, as she threw herself back into his body.

He groaned painfully at the hits, cursing at her as she hissed a threat, but he kicked her leg and it caved in on her, as he grabbed onto her queue and held a knife up to it.

From the top of the stairs inside the ship, Spider was quickly running down towards the scene, "Hey, hey! What are you doing, stop!" He shouted as he ran down onto the deck, but the human soldiers stopped him, "Stop! Don't hurt them!"

Spider looks at Lo'ak, who couldn't move forward with the guards on him, and questions, "Bro, you okay?"

Lo'ak, who was currently trying to fight the Avatar's hold against the ground, looks at Spider sarcastically, "Yeah, great cuz, never better."

Spider releases a breath, and his attention is drawn to his father who landed his Banshee and jumps off of it onto the deck. He wondered where his mother was since he knew she wouldn't let them leave by themselves before he caught her teary-eyed gaze.

"Get back to the bridge." Quaritch orders as he points to Spider, then the ship, "Keep him there!"

The guards listen with head nods, and shove back the teen boy as he scowls and gets forcefully pushed away from the deck.

Back on the deck, Quaritch strolled up the the teens being held against their own will, and spots (Y/N) teary-eyed and hissing Lo'ak, making him freeze.

"Yeah, I remember you ." He declares as the ones holding the two lift them up, making them hiss more against the hold, "Cuff 'em to the rail, all of 'em. except for the lady"

When he orders this, the group pulls the kids towards the rail despite their trying to fight back against it with yells and shoves. (Y/N) tried to elbow the one holding her, but he just tugged on her queue making her release a pained nose as she got led away from the kids.

Not being able to break free from the Avatars, Tsireya, Lo'ak, and Tuk all get attached to the railing by the red chains.

(Y/N) grumbled under her breath as she moves her head to the side, the lady in between Quaritch and his sidekick.

"Be brave." Lo'ak rasps from beside her, as he hears his little sister's noises of nervousness, and (Y/N)'s ears flicker at his voice, turning to his direction.

A second later, both the children attached to the railing and the Avatars, plus guards on the ship all heard the sound of warrior Na'vi whooping and yipping.

From around the corner of the giant, tall rock, out came a group of Metkayina warriors on their Skimwings, and they let themselves be known to the sky people on the ship.

"Na'vi inbound!" One of the Avatars informed others, as they all saw the incoming threat heading right for them. The guards focused on the incoming crowd and started to rise their guns.

"Dad!" Tuk yelled out in relief, smiling happily seeing that her father was coming to save them.

"Weapons up! Spread out!" One of the Avatars beside the captain ordered, as they all got into position and aimed their guns at the Na'vi warriors.

Jake, who was also leading the group up front with Tonowari, told him to stop them. Tonowari raised his spear up in the air, signaling his command as the other warriors all stopped their advances, and waited within the water.

Back on the ship, Quaritch removed the communication device on Lo'ak and took his earpiece. He placed the earpiece in his ear, and held the speaker to his mouth, getting ready to talk.

Jake looked through the eyeglass of his gun, and saw who was on the ship, as his heart rate picked up seeing his children on there, and spotted (Y/N)'s scared face, making him become more anxious, "They got our kids-" He moved the scope right, "Your daughter-" Tonowari let out a sound, obviously upset, "(Y/N), Tuk, Lo'ak.." Ronal hissed, releasing some strangled breaths.

All of a sudden, Quaritch started to talk into the mouthpiece, "Jake, tell your friends to stand down. If you want your kids back, you come out alone." He then pulls out his gun from his side, holding it up to show him, "You know better than to rest my resolve." He brings down the gun to the back of (Y/N)'s head, making her blood run cold and tense up. She was happy to see that he and their son was alive but it seemed like he had forgotten everything they had been through or that he simply didn't care, that thought alone brought a bigger frown to her face.

Lo'ak growled seeing this, ears flat against his head as he was trying to pull his hands out of the hold, exclaiming his protest along with the Tuk, and Tsireya. However, (Y/N)'s face remained calm.

Jake's lips went into a straight line, clenching his jaw angrily seeing the situation and releasing an upset noise, removing the gun from his eyesight.

"I took you under my wing, Jake, and you betrayed me. The both of you did" Jake hears the Avatar's voice through the comms, "You killed your own. Good men and women. I will not hesitate to execute your sister."

Jake stared at the ship where (Y/N) was held at gunpoint, and his actual two children with deep worry, and he presses the comm around his neck, "Just wait one." He answers Quaritch, before exhaling shakily and turning to Ronal, and Tonowari.

Looking behind him, he saw all the ready warriors for the fight as he made up his mind, and  turns back to Tonowari, holding up a hand to signal stop, "Hold here."

"They are killers of Tulkun." Tonowari reminded firmly, as he turned to him and holds up spear forward, "They must die. Here, today."

Jake looked back at his new friend, "It's me that they want. That's what all this has been about, right?" He speaks to him strongly, shaking his head, "The hunting of the Tulkuns. The taking of our kids."

Tonowari held a conflicted face, as his blue eyes flicked back and forth from the ship to Jake, and remains quiet. Ronal on the other hand, was not, "You brought this upon us!" She hisses with venom, and turns to him with a scowl, "You!"

Jake nods with a solemn face, ears flat against his head as he looks down for a second, and then back up to her, "Then, it is me who has to do it."

Tonowari released a puff of air out of his nose, giving Jake a look he didn't understand, but he held up his spear and signaled once more for the warriors to stay where they were.

"Offers to fix to expire. What's it gonna be?" Quaritch questioned through the comms, gun pushing against (Y/N)'s head more as she hissed under her breath, anxiety growing by the second.

"Check your fire. I'm coming out." Jake simply replied to him through the comms, as he place his gun behind him and makes his skimwing move forward.

Up above in the air, Ney'tiri saw her mate going forward out of the group, alone making her grow worried, "Ma Jake, what is happening?" She asked through the earpiece, but he didn't answer.

"Ma Jake?" She tried again, but he didn't answer making her release a scared noise.

Jake looked down, a heavy frown on his face as he couldn't reply to her, as he knew Quaritch would hear too.

Unbeknownst to them all, Payakan had sensed that (Y/N) was in danger as he felt the girl's emotions through the waves' vibrations. He was now lurking behind some rocks, making raging clicking noises as he spots Lo'ak, and his friends in danger.

Next to Quaritch on the ship, a squad member of his aimed his gun directly at Jake, seeing him through the scope, "Easy shot."

Quaritch lowered Lyle's gun from the aim, staring at him with a stand-down look, "You hit him now, they attack." He turns back around, and looks at the incoming Jake, "Wait till he's on board."

Lo'ak heard what he said, and let out a loud, displeased growl with his teeth bared.

(Y/N), on the other hand had her eyes closed as she kept whispering to herself, hoping her new Tulkun friend would come to save them in their time of need, despite the gun at her head.

And her prayers were heard when out of nowhere waves were being formed roughly in the water. The Metkayina noticed this happening but said nothing, as (Y/N)'s eyes flew open just when a familiar Tulkun jumped out of the water, "Payakan!"

Payakan made a noise as he made his body flip onto the boat, landing on it as he created a huge splash and ended up crushing the guards all underneath him.

Because of the force of his land, Quaritch was thrown off balance and the gun to (Y/N)'s head wasn't there anymore, as the children were thrown sideways but got caught themselves quickly.

Payakan thrashed his fins out, throwing guards in machine suits away who were firing at him, and many people off the ship. "Open fire! Open fire!" A few of the Avatars yelled out, as they and the guards start to shoot at Payakan, but it didn't affect him as his thick skin protected him.

"Brother!" Lo'ak yelled to his buddy, kicking the gunman forward that was in front of him, as the sky person was knocked off balance. One of Payakan's fins came crashing down onto the gunman and killed him.

"Woah.." (Y/N) breathed out in amazement, her body somewhat in front of Lo'aks as she shielded him away, and they both watched how Payakan threw his back fins around, causing crab suits to crash onto more guards, that were coming and made damage everywhere on the deck.

Jake saw this happening and released a batter cry as he rushed forward on his skimwing, and the other warriors followed behind. Ronal let out a yipping cry, throwing her spear up in her hand as Tonowari warrior cried also, joining Jake along with his people.

Back on the ship, Payakan was being shot at from above as he wailed out and lifted his tail fin and hit the bridge where the sky people were shooting him from, sending them flying in the air.

An Matador out in the water prepared their weapons, as they approached the front of where Payakan was, who was roaring and moving about. Just as they fired a missile into Payakan's mouth, he closed it and leaned forward the top of his head, and it bounced off the hard bit, landing into the ship, as it created even more chaos.

Payakan went to dive back into the ocean, letting out a final roar as his tail flicked the last of the sky people's machines away. All the Metkayina warriors let out cries, and charged forward noticing this, and open fire was released from the Matador onto them, as the warriors all dived into the water, narrowly missing the incoming bullets.

The Avatars on the ship started to go on their Ikrans, flew off to take on the fight, "Sully's inbound. I want eyes on him!" Quaritch yelled out to however was left, and walked off towards his Ikran.

A helicopter from above also started to fire down at the warriors underneath the water, and Ney'tiri saw this happening as she directed her Ikran down towards it, pulling her bow back and released an arrow with a yell. Her arrow went straight into the sky persons chest driving it, causing the machine to spin out of control and crash down into the water.

All the warriors, including Tonowari and Ronal killed the sky people, either stabbing them with their spears or sending arrows at them. Jake joined them in the fighting, as he was above water on his skimwing and fired his gun at the smaller ships.

He was doing this for a little while, firing or dodging bullets from the sky people, as his ammo ran out and he quickly reloaded.

Over in the seadragon, another helicopter was about to take off and join the fighting, but Ney'tiri appeared on her Ikran and shot her arrow at the pilot, killing him as she flew back over the water with a yip.

Quaritch found her doing this, and started to shoot at her with his gun, as she avoided and dodged the hits from him with yells.

However, appearing from below him was Jake with his own battle cry as he fired his gun at him, but quickly ran out of bullets. He cursed under his breath, throwing away the gun and dived under the water to avoid Quaritch's bullets.

Somewhere else in the water near the fight, ships tried to shoot at Payakan, but he quickly flicked his tail upwards so they flew up and landed badly onto the seadragon.

Then, suddenly the ship started to move forward and the propellers started to spin, making the fire that was already there become even bigger.

This pushed the ship forward quickly, which lead them into a massive rock, and it skidded along it. The seadragon climbed on the rock, and started to fly off of it, but splashed back into the water.

This sent those tied on the boat up in the air, with yells from the girls and made them crash back onto the deck with groans when the ship landed.

"You okay?" Lo'ak questioned everyone airily, but his hand was reaching for (Y/N)'s as she had her head leaning against the railing, wincing.

He received a groan in response, and the kids started to pull at their restraints from the rail, as hard as they could, but it wouldn't budge.

Lo'ak now started to kick the bent rail with his foot, yelling when it wouldn't work, but suddenly an ilu sprang out of the water, and the familiar figure of Neteyam appeared on the deck with them.

"Neteyam!" Tuk cheered with a bright grin, as he quickly made his way over to them all.

(Y/N) released a thankful breath, eyes a bit watery seeing him alive and coming to rescue them, as her lips turn upwards.

"Hey baby brother." Neteyam greeted with a tease at Lo'ak, as he cuts through Tsireya's restraints, "Need some help?"

After cutting hers, he moved onto Tuk's and got her free with his knife, and finally drop down to (Y/N), giving her a small grin with worried eyes, "Auntie are you okay?”

She chuckles watery, and gives him a smile back, but it doesn't reach her eyes as he gently cuts her hands free, and presses a hand to the side of her neck, checking for injuries.

When he found none, he helped her stand up and started giving instructions to the two other girls, while holding (Y/N)'s arms, "Go that way, and get Tuk out of here."

Tsireya listened, and gently ushered Tuk away with her as Lo'ak complained about Neteyam, "Bro- hurry up!" He grumbled, giving an eye roll.

Neteyam smirked cheekily at him, and turned to (Y/N) briefly, "Stay here for a moment, okay?" He gently tells her with a thick accent, eyes flickering around as she nods, and she quickly pressed her lips onto his forehead.

"Who's the mighty warrior?" Neteyam teases once more with a massive grin, and helps Lo'ak free from his restraints, "Come on, say it."

Lo'ak scoffed jokingly, shaking his head but a smile crossed his face nevertheless, as Neteyam finally got him free and touched his head, "Come on, lets go."

(Y/N) smiled warmly seeing the brothers getting along once again but stopped when she realized that Spider was still with his father and she needed to get him back even if that meant hurting her first love.

"Lo'ak! Auntie!" Neteyam hissed lowly, as the two behind the said teen watch him grab a gun and check if it has ammo, "What are you two doing?" He asked frantically, as he watches their movements.

"They have Spider. We gotta get him." Lo'ak informed the two, as he held the gun in his arms from the dead sky person.

Neteyam heisted at this, as he glances down at (Y/N) who was already looking at him, and she gives him a unsure, but determined look. Neither of the brothers wanted her in danger, but she was here with them now, and there was no going back.

"C'mon bro, we can't leave him." Lo'ak reasoned as he stood up, and tilted his head towards inside the ship.

Neteyam clenched his jaw, shaking his head and let out a frustrated hiss, before placing a hand behind (Y/N)'s back, pushing her forward to make sure she was in between them, as they all went to go save Spider.

Up above near somewhere in the ship, (Y/N), Neteyam and Lo'ak were holding onto the beams above the soldiers, and crawled across them upside down.

When the three heard yells of the sky people below them, they all stopped and made sure to stay quiet. (Y/N)'s ears twitched hearing the voices so close, as her eyes made contact with Neteyam's ones, and she give him a head flick.

She quickly turned to Lo'ak and did the same thing, as they moved towards an area uptop, where they walk on above them all.

The boys helped (Y/N) up on the yellow beams, as Neteyam lead the group with his knife in hand, while Lo'ak held his gun in hand and the three stopped at the ledge of the beam, spotting Spider with some of the soldiers.

The three of them shared a look as the sky people, and Spider were about to pass under him, and before the brothers could signal to jump down, (Y/N) was already jumping and landed down with a commando roll.

She elbowed one in the face that was coming at her, as the brothers eyes went wide watching this amazement and quickly jumped down to join her, all dealing with their own sky person.

Neteyam shoved one away into the water that was coming up behind (Y/N), as she kicked one away in the stomach, both soldiers landing in the ocean.

Lo'ak knocked one out with his gun, yelling as he did so, and swung at another one near Spider, while (Y/N) punched the last one away that was behind Lo'ak, wincing as she did so from the hit on her knuckles.

Spider immediately joined the fighting seeing them, as he took off some of the soldiers oxygen masks off, and punched one in the face with a grunt.

None of them noticed the one on the floor, who was hurt but went to grab the gun near him and go to aim it at (Y/N), who had her back turned, however, Lo'ak hissed seeing this and aimed his gun at him, spraying the sky person with bullets, successfully killing him.

(Y/N) span around hearing the gun, as she ran up to Lo'ak and pressed a hand against his arm, making sure he was alright as the male stares at the dead person, chest heaving.

"Bro, come on." Spider calls out to them, knowing they needed to go as more sky people would be coming after them.

"Let's go." Neteyam tells the two next to him, pressing a hand behind (Y/N)'s back as he guides her in front of him and Lo'ak, and she was the first one to jump down from the platform, the other three following behind.

"Thanks, guys-" Spider went to start talking, looking between the trio, but Lo'aks and (Y/N)'s eyes were behind him, looking at something incoming.

Their eyes got wide like saucers as they spot Lyle from the opposite pathway, and the Avatar spots them, going to take out his weapon.

"Go! Go!" Spider urges them with a yell, going to pull (Y/N) to safety but Neteyam shielded her body with his as he shoves Lo'ak with them, who went to aim his gun at Lyle.

The brothers had the girl in between them, as they ducked and covered from the incoming bullets at them and Spider leads them towards a smaller area, away from the guns.

The group stumbled into the place, leaning their backs against the walls as (Y/N) catches her breath, hands on the brothers forearms, as the gun fire continued at them.

"Gimme that!" Neteyam exclaimed to Lo'ak hurriedly, as he leans over (Y/N) and swipes the gun from his brothers hands, reloading the ammo and lifted it up to fire out randomly at the Avatars shooting at them.

The Avatars ducked for cover at his shooting, while he continues to fire the gun and briefly turns back to the group, motioning to go.

"Go, go, go!" Neteyam yelled to his brother, as the girl was making protest noises to leave him alone but Lo'ak grabs her hand and pulls her with him, following behind Spider who leads them.

"Teyam!" She shouts at the teen still firing, turning around to stare with wide eyes, but her voice became muffled when she got pulled into the water by Lo'ak, along with Spider, and they all made a splash as they dived in.

Back on the ship, Neteyam was finishing all the bullets left inside the gun, as he eventually ran out of ammo and threw the gun aside. Taking a quick deep breath, he jumped over the yellow railing and dived into the same pool the three went into.

Meanwhile, Lo'ak was helping (Y/N) swim under the ship with Spider next to them and the three quickly resurfaced above the water, treading their legs.

A familiar sound of an ilu clicking and chirping caught (Y/N)'s attention, as she turns around and spotted Tsireya on Ila, causing her to grin relieved at seeing both her new friends safe.

"Ila!" She cheers with a happy laugh, as her ilu clicks back with her flippers splashing against the water excited, also relieved to see her rider.

"Get on! Quick!" Tsireya hurries the group, as Lo'ak urges Spider forward onto the ilu, keeping a eye on (Y/N) as the girl was now frantically looking around the water.

"Where is he? Where is Neteyam-" She rants out of breath, heart rate picking up with nervousness as she looks behind her, and spots Neteyam's head resurfacing.

 However, her eyes go wide and stomach drops as she spots Neteyam having a hand placed over his heart, and blood now started to leak into the water, "No...no don't do this." She pleaded, going to reach a hand out to him, and he reached out as well, but winced and pulled it back.

"Go!" He shouted through his teeth at her, and the others, as his face was shown to be in deep pain, "I'm shot-"

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Again

Paring: Olo'eyktan Jake × omatikaya fem reader

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Jake hasn't been giving you much attention so you decide to take some for yourself.

Warning: SMUT MINORS DNI NO MINORS 🔞🔞, overstimulation, brat tamer kink, size difference, mean Jake, squirting, fingering, oral female receiving, spit kink,

Request: YES @jakexneytiri @draiochtwrites

Today, you woke up in a mood your body aching, not in soreness, but in need. Your mate Jake was out being the olo’eyktan leading hunts taking care of clan duties that required him, and usually you would not mind being left alone to take care of your own duties, as you both had an agreement to always make time for each other. But today, you need him here, not out there. Your body is on fire begging for release; every step has your stomach churning and your clit aching to be touched. The craving to feel anything more satisfying that the movement of your own legs as you walked, but you could not your mate had one rule: 'you are mine, your greedy pussy is mine, every orgasam is mine. You release because I say and only then’ his deep commanding voice rang in your head only making your ache worse a jolt of need shooting to your core only further ruining your soaked loincloth. You look outside at the sun, it was not that close to eclipse, yet he would not be home for a few more hours. Your need to become worse, and, in your need, the little brat emerged. You closed the privacy curtain to your home, not tying it shut, but others would know not to disturb you.

The need for release superseded the punishment that Jake could come up with you needed it, and he was not there. Just one release would be okay the brat in you sang, what he does not know will hurt him.

Your whines of frustration fill the room; your tail thrashing in anger fingers stretching your soaked cunt thumb pressed into your sensitive clit trying to chase your own release, but your body betrays you. is not the eight short but loving months you and Jake had been mated? He had trained your body to respond almost exclusively to him, touching his voice his commands. You had shown him early on you were fiesty, not one to submit easily, and so just like his ikran, he tamed the brat raging inside you. It was the times like this your brat came in full force, when you were denied too long, too needy, and too desperate. You roll your hips trying desperately for at least something to sate every growing need, but nothing again. You hiss tears threatening to leave your eyes, not realizing you were no longer alone in your home.

Jake came home early he wanted to surprise you after all he had been a bit busier than normal leaving him less time to spend with you, 4 times he had to leave you due to the influx of duties and each time he saw the sadness as well as the frustration in your teary eyes, but he also knew how bratty you could become when neglected too long the dangerous shine becoming brighter and brighter each time. "Babygirl" he calls out seeing the main room empty. He travels to your shared room with his ears twitching, hearing your desperate needy whines. He took a deep breath, smelling of his tail thrashing. He smirks keeping his footsteps quiet leaning against the threshold a dangerous smirk on his face watching you two fingers deep in HIS cunt your thumb pressed into your clit "please please I just want one" he could not hold back the chuckle as you beg your body to give in. His tail swaying as he watches your body jolt in realization to his presence

You stop your sharp ears picking up the low chuckle, and you immediately stop pulling your fingers from your sopping core your tail raising in alarm. He was home early!! Your heart begins to race as you feel his body sits next to yours, his hands tracing a soft trail up your side, making your body shudder in response already responding to him. "I came home early to surprise my babygirl" his deep voice fills your ears as his fingers dance across your body to your tail curling it around his arm; a sign of dominance. "She has been so good and i have been so busy, but when i come come home what do i find my supposed good girl doing" he muses his question meant to be answered. You say nothing about your heart racing the brat in you refusing to already know you were in trouble. "I’m going to ask you one more time baby girl" he warns his large hand gripping your throat his voice seething with rage jostling you a little to get it through your bratty little brain that he wasn’t in the mood not anymore. "What was my good girl doing while i was gone?" You whimper and look up at him "nothing daddy i was just laying down" you whimper out hearing his dark chuckle " i can’t believe my good girl was caught not only touching my pussy, she is lying" he murmurs to himself while sitting his back to the wall of their room pulling you like a rag doll in between his legs caging you in his large body " when i heard you whining" his voice began to mock you "please just one i need just one" he chuckles

You whimper knowing you’re in trouble the way his hand never left your throat "you do not need anything you greedy fucking slut did you forget who owns you?" He grows his other hand, sliding down your chest to your aching cunt clenching around nothing greedy for release. " no daddy” you whimper he squeezes your throat his fingers circling your hard sensitive clit "then why the fuck are you touching my cunt when every part of you belongs to me?” You whine trying to move your hips your juices pouring from your neglected cunt but his strong legs and arm keeping you still "I couldn’t help it, I needed it so bad, was aching" you whine tears coming to your eyes another wave of arousal gushes from your begging cunt coating his fingers and he smirks a sinister idea coming to his mind

"Okay then babygirl I’ll give you what you want" he chuckles. Before you could ask what he meant, you felt his fingers plunged into your soaking cunt, the squelching sound filling the room. His finger curve finds your g-spot and brutally presses against it your cries falling on deaf ears. You look up at him, your eyes widening, as you see the dangerously furious glint in his eyes only goaded on by the wild beast of lust that already lived within him. Your heart raced in a frightened yet excited way he’d only gotten like this a few times and it was a flip of a coin of an aching tease or a sinful release, and you had no idea which side it would land on. You whimper opening your mouth as you cry out to his rough, merciless fucking of your clenching walls. He looks down at your open mouth smirking "that’s right keeps that slutty mouth open"; he growls gripping your neck pulling it back as he shamelessly spit into your mouth before he slid his tongue down your throat in a dominating kiss, sending your mind into a lusty haze. Another rush of slick coating his fingers the tight knot in your lower stomach burning and tightening aching for release " fucking swallow it dirty slut" He grows in your ear before licking a long stripe on your exposed neck. Your walls flutter and clench around his pumping fingers, his thumb pressing and rolling your hardened sensitive clit "gonna cum slutty girl?" His voice breaks the sloppy squelching sounds of his fingers, pumping and abusing the cunt. You whine and give a nod your hips bucking your vision going black at the edges "then cum" he growls out and you let go screaming his name, the knot snapping and your juices spray and drench his fingers his forearm and your thighs. He gives a snarl of satisfaction his finger sliding back into your braids yanking your head back to meet his black eyes pupils so dilated he looked feral as he focused on your squirting orgasam his fingers rubbbing your clit to draw it out and make it last " there it is," he chuckles " good girl~….yeah….yeah…let it all out babygirl." He smirks his thumb running across your parted lips, as you slowly come down from heaven. "Good girl…." He murmurs tail thumping against the mat in happiness. "Now…again". Your eyes widen as his fingers resume their merciless pace on your g-spot and clit your walls clenching and fluttering from the added sensitivity. Your heart raced in a mix of fear and lust, the smirk on your mate's face sending a shiver up your spine.

"Jake….ma jake please " you beg tears streaming down your face you had lost count but eclipse had long passed. Your room smelled of pure sex your sleeping mat ruined a literal puddle of your own cum in the center few inches from your parted legs the angry buzzing of a makeshift vibrator on your clit bringing out your 10th. Was this the 10th orgasam? "Why should i," he yanks your head back to meet his feral eyes "you said you wanted to cum so much so you disobeyed me, lied to me and i'm giving you what you want so cum" he laughs mocking your words as he watches your spent hole clench round nothing as you squeal coming again your body shuddering and vibrating trying to move your over sensitive clit from the ruthless vibrations. He watches the tears stream down your face licking one from your cheek chuckling "crying only makes me want to do it more" he warns gripping your neck "AGAIN" he demands. "IM SORRY….." you scream he pauses smirking giving you a breather his lips nest to your ear. " are you allowed to touch my pussy baby girl?" You shake your head unable to speak choked sobs of relief filling your Lungs. The anger flares in his eyes and he jostles you by the neck " n-no" you gasp he smirks " and who gives you permission to cum?" You try to calm your breathing but fail watching as he relished in your submission the brat once again in its place "d-daddy" you gasp out. He purrs in satisfaction " open wide," he purrs smiling when you comply, spitting in your mouth watching as you swallow his spit eagerly. " That's my good girl" he turns off the vibratos and tosses it on the sleeping mat. He smiles " lets take you to the bathing springs and then to bed" he purrs the anger gone now the sweet loving mate came rushing in to give love and aftercare. " shhh baby girl i got you" he hums his voice lulling you into a peaceful haze.

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Curves

Femrecom!reader x Miles

Summary: Curvy Reader comes back as a Recom and isn't pleased with their new body. Someone's gonna have to remind her she's perfect either way!

Warnings! body image issues, mentions of dieting and ED, smut, no protection, penetration, oral female receiving, use of Mama and Papa pet names

It took you years to accept the body you saw in the mirror. The dips and curves, the wobbling, the bumpy cellulite, the stretch marks. The way uniforms clung and sagged in all the wrong places. Long years of fad diet after fad diet with nothing but hair thinning and acne to show for it. You'd even spent some unfortunate years taking matters to an extreme, counting bellow 1000 and throat raw. You were lucky your teeth and guts stayed mostly intact. You'd cringe at the memories now. How you could've been so cruel to the body that carried you here, the body that kissed your love.

Colonel Miles Quaritch was not a mushy man. Grumbling in his sleep as you pecked his other cheek to wake him. You showered, lathering yourself in the nice soaps he'd bought in special for you. Caressing each curve you'd grown to love. Admiring the litter of love bites across hips, chest and even a couple on your stomach. Heat pooled even thinking about him between your legs again.

You did your hair and makeup allowing your body to dry as you stood in front of the mirror. You'd covered the hickies before but Miles had seemed disappointed when he'd seen you later without them. Today you decided to leave them bare, teasing Lyle be damned. You pulled lacy underwear on, everything you owned seemed so beautiful these days. Bless your over generous lover, though his motives might not be so pure.

He was sitting up now, rubbing his face to try return to the living. You smiled, pulling your tights up. A wolf whistle distracted you. He smirked at you through the mirror, clearly admiring your bent form.

"Shh! We'll be late if you start with that again!" You laughed flushing, remembering morning quickies that never seemed to be that quick.

"And we'll be forgivin'. 's my operation we're runnin'. Plus the lab coats ain't got nothing better to be doing anyway. Let them wait!" He got up stalking behind you and wrapping arms around your middle. He hummed, dipping his face in to kiss at your shoulders.

You twisted in his arms, leaning up to cup his face and kiss him fully. Sinking into him as his hands dug into your hips. Perfect.

Then you woke up.

The lights were blinding, a hum of sound around you as your head pounded. A hangover? You'd not been that drunk since the Christmas party. How'd you end up here? Had something happened? Were you injured? There were doctors now, swaying in and out of view as their distant voices came into focus.

"You hear us Y/N." Snapping fingers at your ears as they shone a torch past your eyes, you squinted cringing away from the too bright light and loud sound.

"Move it!" You heard your lovers voice. The face that appeared wasn't his though.

A na'vi! In the base? You shrieked, scrambling back and kicking out at them. There was sounds of protest as more circled, you grabbed an IV poll and swung it in front of you. Jabbing at whomever tried to come closer.

"Y/n, please, look at me." The first male spoke in Miles voice. The dawning realization creeping up. If you looked closely his features were there, pulled out across a more na'vi nose and very blue. Younger too, without the wear of his years and scars of battles past. Worse however was the creeping feeling that they all looked too short. Your eyes flashed down to the poll in your own blue hands.

You screamed again, dropping the poll with a clatter. Miles was close now, cupping your cheeks in his hands as you shook.

"S'okay peach. We're okay, just a lil bigger and bluer is all." Your breathing slowed, keeping your eyes locked on his now bright olive eyes. His hands slipped to your elbows as he helped you stand.

Looking around you saw familiar faces. Prager, Mansk, Zdog, even Lyle. All gently smiling, giving you a little wave as you continued hyperventilating. The group you'd gone with to get your mind copied with. Shock rippled back through you again, gripping Miles forearm.

"We died!" Your voice was shrill, edged with a panic that wouldn't stay down. To this he actually laughed, holding your cheek and stroking a thumb across it.

"Suppose we did a little."

It was then you felt the swishing of a tail, you spun to try get a look of it. Lyle barked a laughed at this, though his mouth clamped shut when Miles shot him a glare. You ceased chasing your tail, feeling incredibly off all over. Your skin seemed uncomfortable somehow, in a way you couldn't pin point. Like being far to aware of it and how it stretched over your bones.

You'd avoided it somehow until now. The full length mirror that covered the entire wall infront of the stretchers. Some subconscious part of you knowing that this would snap your mind and it did. Your own features morphed across what felt like an entirely new face. It was more than that, your body long and lithe. It was too much your brain felt like it would burst, the room spun and Miles' voice eched distantly as your vision darkened.

You woke alone this time. The room so like the one you'd shared with Miles but not. The mess of your previous life was gone. The room was practically sterile. You shifted out of the sheets, staring down at the thin sticks of your legs. That was unfair, they were fine really. Toned muscular, long, you could even say shapely but they weren't yours.

Almost afraid you stood, the mirror was in the same place as it always had been. It was slightly too small now, only reaching your neck. It was all you could bare at the moment anyway, your face could be a problem for another time.

You lifted your hospital gown over your head. You squeaked, clenching your jaw to stay quiet. The other body continued much the same as the legs. Delicate long fingers, toned arms, a collar bone that jutted out and your breast could barely be cupped. You stared at the stomach you'd have killed for when you were younger but you couldn't help but feel wrong.

"These are still familiar." You spun, not noticing when Miles had returned. He turned you back from him to the mirror, hands tracing up the stripes of blue on your thighs and lower stomach. You cringed away from his touch.

He pulled his hands back, hovering near you but waiting for permission.

"I'm sorry it's not you, I just... this isn't me...I don't like it." You turned back to him, reaching up to his face. His head tipped into your palm, kissing it before turning eyes to yours.

"hmm, well I certainly loved you before" You stilled at his comment, stomach churning at his past tense. "I'd like to love you now," He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. "If you'd let me sugar." He smirked, fangs flashing.

The heat pooled same as ever with him. Despite his own changes you still felt drawn in by him. His charm was unchanged, his strong arms were dotted with the same tattoos. You ran you hand along them, wishing some part of you still felt the same.

He leaned down to kiss you, feeling his lips form and shape around your own. Even in whole new bodies they still locked together, maybe you'd always been made for one another. You needed to feel him, only him to leave yourself for a while. You dipped your tongue through meeting his. He groaned, tugging you closer, his large hands engulfing your hips. You cringed a little again, as he grabbed at the skin. It was short lived, even without the cushion he pawed and groaned against you like always.

He dove to your neck now, nipping and sucking, as hands wandering up and down your sides.

"Oh I need you Mama, I wanna make you feel real good." He cupped your cheeks, his large hands covering your cheeks. His eyes now blown, black with lust. You imagined you must look the same by this point, barely able to do more than nod.

"Please" You whispered. That was all he needed, scooping you up and taking long strides to the bed. He always manhandled you. You'd been embarrassed at first worried that he'd strain or be unable to lift you, past lovers had failed before. He'd been so strong though, his thick arms holding you up making your heart flutter.

It was no different now, he was on top caging you in with swelling biceps. Kissing down your chest, hands running up to squeeze and knead your breast. Your head lulled back, fingers finding his hair and combing nails through it. You avoided his queue at first but as his first nips on your hip began you couldn't help but grip it a little. He growled against you but only furthered his attack on you, pulling your thigh up to kiss down.

"These won't do." He tore off the simple underwear that'd been provided in disdain. "Papa'll make sure, only the best for his mama." The idea of some poor designer having to make some na'vi sized lingerie made you blush. He dove back down swiping a long line up from your core to your clint. You moaned out fingers lost in his hair again. For a moment you missed feeling the ridges of his scar but then he had your clint in between his teeth. He rolled it so gently before tonguing it. You felt his familiar technique spelling his name out against your sex as you squirmed under him, gasping and clawing at his back.

His finger joined him, dipping into your core and curling up. You clenched around him as he thrusted, the tight knot in your stomach growing. You felt your own pleasure rising as he didn't let up.

"Miles I'm gonna...." You babbled out, feeling lightheaded the cord snapped. Your orgasm washing over you in waves as he kept going.

He pulled up when your moans subsided, chin glistening. You looked down, you were soaked, far more than you'd ever been before.

"Did I?" Miles just grinned at you, leaning in to capture your lips before pulling back. Was this a na'vi thing? Or did you just squirt for the first time?

"Hmm guess who's not a virgin anymore." He smirked. You scoffed, nudging his shoulder.

"Hmm not you?" His eyes widened a little at your implication. Technically speaking he was one again and he'd just taken yours.

"Aww Papa" you cooed, watching his eyes blacken again as you held his chin. "Mama can fix that." You kissed him again, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You pushed up, sitting in front of him, hands on his jaw as you continued to taste him. There was more strength in you now, your new body felt like it could go all night. You wondered if you could push him down.

The though too tantalising you gave it a go. Hands shifting down to shove his shoulder blades. Through strength or surprise he toppled back. Seizing the moment and rush of power you straddled him, smirking down as you teased his underwear down. He stayed down, allowing you to grip his cock at the base, you pumped bringing his erection to hover over your core.

His hands came to your hips again, pulling you down so his head brushed against your heat. He hissed as you took his length, inch by inch.

"So tight peach." You slid him in with ease, your slick guiding him up to his hilt. Then you rose, his breath catching and stuttering. He pulled you back down and you began to ride him, small mounds bouncing with the rhythm. His hand reached for one again, palming and massaging the tender tissue.

His other hand traced around behind you pulling you close as he sat up. You road on, feeling your own high coming up again. His mouth dipped to catch your nipple, rolling a tongue around the peak and nipping the skin with fanged teeth.

He was groaning more, hips bucking against yours as your own pace became sloppy. His hand darted low circling your clit as you felt him getting close.

"Cum on me again sweetheart" His rough voice was in your ear, nipping the skin bellow it. You did, harder than before. The same dizzying high coursing through you as your walls shuddered against him. Milking his own orgasm out he growled against your neck, a mix of your own slick and his cum leaking out around his dick.

He lazily kissed your throat, following up your chin to your lips. You feel together onto your sides, still locked together. You couldn't tell where you started and he ended, all you could feel was the bliss of being.

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liquor on your lips

recom miles quaritch x na’vi fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; thigh riding; clothed masturbation; power imbalance; hinted legal age gap; daddy kink; miles being a mean tease // 670 words

: quaritch’s too fine, i need to ride him now; teehee-ing hard because i need him badd; title from you can be the boss - lana

quaritch letting you rub yourself on him – watching with a smug grin as you basically ride his thighs, trying, in vain, to chase your release as you glide your bare cunt over his clothed thigh.

“damn, baby girl,” he chuckles, shaking his head when you whined again, peering up at him through your wet lashes and sniffling at his mask of indifference. “y’r fuckin’ up my fatigue.”

your tail lashes out at his mocking tone, whimpering when miles just tilts his head to the side, raising his weird brow as though asking you why’d you stop. you hiss at him, baring your fangs, but the demon just huffs, rolling his eyes at you.

“you can hiss at me all you want, cupcake, doesn’t change the fact that y’r honest to god ruining my damn cargo.”

the words don’t mean much to you so you resume to gliding your soaked heat over his leg, pawing at the offending sky people clothing because you want it gone.

“wan’ feel you, my’lus.” you pout, blinking up at him.

he barks out a laughter. “aww y’still can’t say my name, baby?” at this, his hands finally leave his sides to hold your waist, his palms warm on your skin. his thumbs rub softly at the dips on your belly, kneading as he applies deft pressure.

you nod your head, humming, still pouting at him.

miles shakes his head, petering laughs still escaping his thin lips. “ain’t that adorable?”

his hands slide down to your hips, still rubbing teasingly, before his hold gains strength. your eyes shift to where he is holding, realizing that miles has began to take charge, manhandling you like he always does as he guides your body to rut onto his thigh again.

you sigh at the muted pleasure, long lashes batting against your cheeks, and miles could barely believe how a sweet thing like you fell onto his lap – quite literally, now that he thinks about it – and never left. must be his cock, on top of his sweet looks and his charming personality, for sure.

he hungrily takes in the sight of your naked body, dewy with sweat and some natural lotion that humans would honest-to-god kill for, your cunt soaking his pant leg. miles savours the wafting of your arousal, the smell mixing in with your natural scent, and it makes him growl, his head falling back to the headrest as he goes heady with wanton desire.

“jesus christ, sweetheart. you stinkin’ it up, huh?” he adjusts his legs, spreading them wider, making it a whole lot easier to manhandle you.

your back arches at a particularly rough slide, the bulky fabric applying the needed pressure on your nub, making your eyes gloss over in pleasure.

“my’lus!” you moan, your ears pressing to your skull.

miles chuckles at seeing how debauched you look just by riding his goddamn thigh.

“baby!” he croons, teasing, watching as you fall apart with each glide.

you claw at his hideous shirt, wanting to touch him. to feel him.

miles just hums, moving you closer to ghost his lips over your cheeks, pressing featherlight kisses, before slowly tilting his head down and burrowing his face on your neck. he breathes you in, feeling his cock swell even harder at how fucking good you smell, and miles’ restraint seeps out slowly – all this teasing no longer meaning much.

he just wants to fuck you now.

“look at me, sweetheart. look at me.” he smiles upon seeing your beautiful amber eyes meeting his. “let daddy fuck you now, yeah?”

your breath hitches, your eyes dilating – pools of amber being engulfed by black – and miles could almost feel the way your pussy begins to go slicker at hearing his words.

jesus, woman, you’d be the death of him.

“yes please, daddy,” you whisper, snuggling your naked body onto him, pressing yourself impossibly closer and making you two share the sudden feverish warmth emitting from your cuddled bodies.

miles hums, kissing your forehead. “that’s my good girl.”