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You: I think I have a crush on you…🫣 please don’t freak out

Miguel, mid-thrust on your wedding night: (ಠ_ಠ)

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mirror sex

a/n: i hate this man, but by god, do i hate him

pairing: human!quaritch x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), mirror sex, degradation kink, full nelson, clit slapping, light choking, light bondage, light pet play

you shiver as you watch Quaritch’s hands trail up and down your body, squeezing at your chest and at the plush of your thighs

he had tied up your hands behind your back, forbidding you to touch yourself or him as he touches you

his low voice rumbles through you as he says that you look so beautiful like this, spread out before him, perched on his lap like a good pet

a small breath leaves you as both of his hands cup your chest, squeezing tenderly at the flesh before he moves his fingers to pinch at your sensitive nipples

you can’t tear your eyes away as you watch him pinch and tease you, your legs hooked over his so that you can’t even rub your thighs together for any friction

your pussy clenches around nothing as he dips his mouth to the crook of your neck, kissing softly at the flesh, but his eyes never leaves yours in the mirror

his teeth scrape against the skin of your neck, and you nearly close your eyes before you remember his rules

he hums into your skin, murmuring a good before sucking a dark hickey into your skin, one hands moving down from your chest to squeeze at your hip and then your thigh

Quaritch growls that all of this is his, all his to claim, his to fuck, his to kiss and mark, and you let out a breathy yes, that you’re all his

your hips slightly buck as his fingers brush over your clit, just enough to finally provide some stimulation but enough to actually have pleasure jolt through you

you struggle to stifle a whine as he rests a possessive hand over the curve of your stomach, eyes focused entirely on you even as his cock burns hot against the plush of your ass

he hums and pinches at your nipple again before moving that hand to rest around your neck, not squeezing but simply to rest there, like a collar to remind you that you were his

his hand on your stomach moves down to cup your sex, grinning at how your want stains the palm of his hand and how when he pulls his hand away, a string of your wetness connects your pussy to his fingers

Quaritch lets out a deep laugh, mocking you for being so needy already, and you can’t help the small little whimper that leaves you at his teasing

your breath hitches as he presses his fingers against your clit, nothing more, just to let you know that his fingers were there

he rests his chin on your shoulder, staring at how your body shakes with the effort of not grinding into his fingers, and you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from his

nothing happens for a moment, but the hand around your neck flexes as he thinks

the wait is always the worst, the anticipation, the nervousness in settling into your gut as you wait for him to make a silent decision about your fate

finally, his fingers rub at your clit, torturously slow but enough to make you gasp and whimper at the friction, and a breathless whisper thanking him passes by your lips

Quaritch doesn’t react, simply continuing to rub your clit at a slow pace to let the pleasure sit and build in your body, but you can feel his cock twitch against your back

you sigh and bite your lip, watching as his fingers rub against your clit and how your want drools down onto the sheets

slowly, his fingers speed up bit by bit, and he watches as your hips slightly squirm and buck as he gives you pleasure

your eyes struggle to stay open to watch him in the mirror the faster he moves his fingers, and you let out a pathetic whine as your thighs slightly twitch to close

he only laughs at you and growls in your ear for you to keep watching, watch as he gives you pleasure, how your body reacts to him

his hand around your neck flexes, and you can barely think as need builds up in you, pooling and spilling over every single nerve that you have

he watches as you struggle to listen to his order, to not cum unless he gives you orders, and Quaritch wants you to break so that he can punish you

but as another whine leaves your throat as you gasp and watch him in the mirror, he decides to give you a bit of mercy just this once, stopping his fingers to lightly slap at your clit and let you recollect yourself

you pant into the air, chest heaving up and down as you calm down and reign in your pleasure, trying to bring it back underneath your confines

he can feel your slick dripping onto him, staining the sheets, and his cock throbs, needing to fuck you and then fill you with his seed

his hands move quickly to your hips, lifting you up enough so that he can sink you down onto his thick cock, and you groan at the stretch

you’ve taken him so many times before, but every time, even he does stretch you out on his fingers, your brain turns to mush and your lungs run out of air

it stretches you out deliciously, pushing at every sweet spot inside of you and making you see stars in your vision, and you gasp as he forces you down the rest of the way, hips flush against his

Quaritch breathes out through his nose as your pussy clamps down on him, squeezing him tightly, and you struggle to breathe and keep your eyes open to stare at yourself in the mirror

he doesn’t give you a break, moving his arms to hook underneath your knees and pull them up so that the tops of your thighs press into your torso

his hips buck up into you, and he growls at you to keep watching yourself as he fucks you on his cock, to watch how much of a pathetic whore you are for him

you can only agree with his words, unable to think clearly with the way the tip bullies every single spot inside of you that makes you keen

the loud squelch of his cock fucking into you fills the room, and you’re enraptured with the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of your drooling pussy, how a creamy ring of your want forms at the base and how your abused pussy just takes it

your cunt squeezes around his cock, neglected clit aching for attention as he fucks into you, and his hands squeeze at your thighs as he groans

pleasure curls up in you, begging for attention, to be released, and you moan and squirm in your bindings, desperate to rub your clit

he just laughs at how you struggle, growling at you that only he gets to control your pleasure, before he slams his cock into you and cums inside of you

you gasp and attempt to grind your hips down as he fucks himself through his own orgasm, and you whine pitifully as your own pleasure is neglected by him

as the last bits of his seed fills you up, Quaritch hums and sets your legs down again to hook over his, eying the small tear tracks of frustration on your cheeks

laughing at your desperation, he moves his fingers down to pinch at your swollen clit, relishing in the small yelp he gets out of you

he asks if your poor clit was all neglected and needy, and you answer, saying yes sir, trying not to seem too desperate for his attention

his hand ghosts over your clit, his cock still buried inside of your warm cunt, before he brings it down sharply onto the sensitive bud

it makes you let out a strangled sound, and he grins, saying that he’ll give you attention that you want and slaps at your clit again

you whine and gasp, body trying to get away from the pain and pleasure

every time his hand comes down on your clit, a wet sound echoes in the room and a pitiful cry wracks out of you as he brings you closer and closer to the edge

he pinches at your clit and slightly pulls at it, and you keen, hips jerking and twitching, pussy clenching down tightly on his cock as you cum

through your high, he never stops pinching your clit, rolling the sensitive nub in between his fingers to feel you shake and tremble on his lap as you cum

you close your eyes, and Quaritch lets you, grinning at your insubordination, even if you couldn’t resist it

when you open your eyes again, he smiles wickedly at you through the mirror, his hand coming down sharply on your clit once more as he says that he didn’t let you cum or close your eyes

a shiver runs through your body as you realize your mistakes, and he says that since you’re such a desperate slut, he might as well treat you like one

his hand comes down on your clit quickly and repeatedly, and you can barely comprehend his words over the jolts of pain and pleasure, saying that you are only cum like this until you’ve learned to control yourself

except he knows it’s too much for you as he feels you cum on his cock again, and he grins at how helpless you are to the pleasure

Quaritch loved to push and manipulate you into his pain and pleasure, but you loved it just as much

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YES YES YES

"This is a Joe Alwyn album" "This is a Matty Healy album" shut up shut up SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!! Swifties are so annoying, this is a TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY IS YOUR FIRST REACTION TO ASSIGN THINGS TO A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!!!!

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Caught in his web

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Daphne Abbott meets Bruce Wayne

Prenote: I decided this is going to be like a oneshot type of deal. All the stories are going to be connected, obviously, but they’re not going to flow like a normal story. You catch my drift? Okay! For the story rundown, I have another post on my page explaining a few things. Welcome to my Batfamily x Batmom fanfic.

Warnings: Cursing

Daphne’s POV

“My darling Daphne, how are you on this hellish day?” Oswald Cobblepott asks me as he looks up to find me perched at my window that overlooks a decent amount of Gotham. I sigh as I look down at him. Oswald took me in when I was nine and has looked out for me for the last 2 years. He found me on the streets after my parents and sister abandoned me. My parents were scientists and, long story short, I snuck into their lab when I wasn’t supposed to and one of their experiments went wrong and affected me. I don’t know what they were trying to do but all I knew when I woke up was my hands were glowing blue and I could move things with my mind. When my parents didn’t know how to fix me or help me control my powers, they booted me. As simple as that. I was homeless for only a couple days before I ran into Oswald and his gang. He instantly took a liking to me when I almost ripped one of his goons in half. He took me under his wing and for the last 2 years, he has trained me to be a lethal weapon who assists him in his schemes. I’m very grateful for him everyday. I don’t know if I’d consider him to be a father but I definitely see him as an older brother or uncle. 

I levitate down from my perch and set myself in next to him. I smile at him as I speak.

“I’m fine Penguin. Are you?” I ask as I nudge his side softly as we go for a small stroll. He chuckles in his own awkward and charming way. 

“Yes, I’m fantastic. Say I have a favor to ask.” He says and I roll my eyes.

“And there it is.” I say with my hands on my hips, I look down and shake my head. Oswald laughs. “What do you need?” I ask as I look back up at him.

“I need you to scope out an area. It’s an easy job.” Oswald says and I smile and nod softly. He usually has me doing way more dangerous tasks. He definitely took advantage of my telekinesis powers but today, he seemed to want to take it easy on me.

“Where do I need to go?” I ask him and he delivers all of the information I need to know and my exact instructions. 

“Now my dear, I’m on a tight schedule. I need you to finish this in a timely manner. No distractions.” He says as he pats my cheek. I smirk at him slightly.

“No distractions my ass, I’m the queen of getting distracted.” I laugh as I walk out of our “lair” as I like to call it. I walk down the streets of Gotham until I get to the address that Penguin gave me. 

As valuable as my powers are, I don’t use them if I don’t have to. Regardless of what the papers and the people on the streets say, I’m not a bad guy. I think I'd consider myself an anti-hero. I do bad things, yes. I can’t deny or make excuses for the things I've done, but I do these things because I have no other choice. It’s either be homeless and fending for myself or be an accomplice and have a nice bed to sleep in every night. I’m sorry but I'll do the bad things before I sleep on the streets. 

If there was one part of town where I felt decently calm to walk through, it was the park. It was always my favorite place to go and read or just to get away from Penguin. I walk until I reach the fountain, my mind already getting side tracked on what I am supposed to be doing. When I get there, I see a kid sitting on the ledge of the fountain in a nice white dress shirt and black slacks. His black hair is styled perfectly and he’s nose deep in a book that I later come to find out in titled The Count of Monte Cristo. I’ve never heard of that book but I'm always interested in new reading material. So I walk up to him.

“Is it any good?” I ask him and he jumps slightly at my words. Once my little jumpscare subsides, he gives me a confused look.

“W-What?” he asks

“Your book. Is it any good?” I ask again, gesturing to the book in his hand. His blue eyes look at me, almost as if I completely scared the life out of him. He looks between me and his book before registering what is happening.

“O-Oh. It’s good, I guess.” He nervously replies before turning so his legs are now hanging off the ledge of the fountain, his whole body is facing me now. 

‘Ok good. I’m out of books to read and I’m trying to find new titles to look into.” I ramble on, not totally caring if he listens or not.

“Sorry, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I’m Daphne, Daphne Abbott.” I stick my hand out for him to shake. He almost hesitates before standing to take it, shaking my hand firmly.

“I’m Bruce Wayne.” He says almost nervously. My face drops instantly. 

“Bruce Wayne? As in the Bruce Wayne? The Prince of Gotham?” I ask and he nods sheepishly. I blush a little.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry for bothering you! I’ll leave you be” I say, getting all flustered and trying to walk past him.

“No no, it’s fine!” He says, stopping me before I can walk away. “It’s nice actually, to have someone to share an interest with.” He gives me a genuine smile and I smile in return. Bruce offers for me to sit with him on the fountain and I take it.

A little less than an hour passed and I came to find out so much about this guy. He’s only 3 years older than me and has a passion for arts and literature, music too. I also got a chance to meet his butler, Alfred Pennyworth. He was a really nice guy. Mine and Bruce’s conversation felt easy and I wish I could talk to him forever, but I can’t.

In the middle of talking about our favorite books, I remembered how I got here in the first place. I shot up and bid him goodbye as bolted through the park to get to where I needed to be as fast as possible. I look back one time to find him clutching his book to chest, watching me as I run. I wave at him and he waves back. 

I get to the address that Oswald gave me and find that it's a warehouse. I begin doing what I need to do. I should have been done by now.

“Penguin is going to have my ass when I get back.” I say aloud to myself.

A/N: Ahhhh!! I’m so happy to finally give you the first part of my Batman fanfic! I’ve spent the last few weeks figuring out how the hell I wanted to do this story and here it is! I hope you enjoy this fanfic!!

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CAPITAL B CAPITAL O CAPITAL A CAPITAL F. BOAF

Stephen Lang as Miles Quaritch in Avatar 2009 and as Recom Quaritch inAvatar: The Way of Water 2022.

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Yummy!!

mean!quaritch who loves to push your limits, loves to make you take just more than you can handle. he'll push another thick, blue finger into the warm embrace of your cunt, ingnoring your protesting whines of the stretch being too much for you to handle or your mewls of how full your poor little pussy feels with just two of his digits stuffed inside. he slides the third finger in slowly, huffing out a low, satisfied chuckle at the high-pitched and uncoordinated moans that spill from your spit-slicked lips. his cock twitches at the feeling of your plush walls clamping down impossibly tight on his fingers, almost like your cunt's trying to pull him in deeper. it certainly seems like it, judging by the way your back arches off the bed and how you're chanting his name over and over again like an ancient prayer.

mean!quaritch who calls you all kinds of names while he fucks you. He loves to degrade you, too. "y'really think y'deserve to cum? well, sweetcheeks, maybe y'should stop behavin' like such a desperate whore 'nd you'd actually get what'ya want", "Bit off more than y'can chew again, pet? maybe use that pretty little brain of yours next time 'fore y'start beggin' for my cock like a damn bitch in heat." he lives for seeing your pretty features scrunch up in embarrassment, the apples of your cheeks heating up like the blood underneath your sweet skin is boiling.

mean!quaritch who can't help himself when tears start to dotting your lashline. No matter if they're caused by him forcing one too many orgasms out of you, your puffy clit so sensitive that it borders on pain, the slick walls of your core fluttering so deliciously around his thick cock or by his sharp words. A mix of both is probably what he likes best. Your choked sobs and broken mewls are like music to him, his ears twitching towards you to not miss a single note of the symphony spilling from your lips. You're just too cute with your eyes all wet and lashes clumped together by the salty tears smeared over your cheeks, you can't blame him for being so utterly enamored with the sight you make. He might be an asshole about it in the moment, smirking down at you and pushing his cockhead extra deep into your cervix to hear you cry out under him, but he'll make up for it afterwards.

mean!quaritch who's all for the extremes. the times he's not overstimulating you until white spots cloud your vision, he won't let you cum at all. sometimes he wont even touch you. He'll make you watch him jerk off in front of you, slapping your hands away when you try to reach out for him or let your hands wander down to play with yourself. No, you don't get to cum until he allows it. If he does so at all. He loves painting your skin with streaks of his sticky cum, the slight bioluminescent blue hue looking so gorgeous on your supple skin. While he loves the sight of his spent on your tits or on your stomach, his favorite place to cum on is most definitely your pretty cunt. He'll shoot rope after rope onto the glistening lips of your pussy, watching it dribble down to pool on the sheets beneath you. Maybe he'll smear it further over your cunt with his now oversensitive tip, if he's feeling generous. Other times he makes you finger yourself in front of him, using his cum as lube to make the slide of your fingers extra slick. (not that you'd need any lube in the first place given how wet you've gotten watching him fist his cock over you) its messy, the way your fingertips rub your slippery clit, and it makes for such a pretty view. A satisfied grin grows on quaritchs lips as he commits the picture of you oh so lost in the hazy waves of pleasure beneath him to memory.

mean!quaritch who leaves hickes and bitemarks in places he knows you won't be able to cover up. He gets a dirty kind of satisfaction from seeing you get all pouty and angry at him when you discover them in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. And you're just too cute when you get all embarrassed because you can feel your coworkers knowing eyes lingering where purple and maroon bloom under your soft skin.

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Chapter 2: gold rush

Prenote: Happy Wednesday! Welcome back! I’m so excited for you to read chapter 2! It’s very short and sweet. Drink your water, get some sleep, enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing

Miles POV

Over the course of the last two weeks, I’ve had numerous run-ins with a certain ginger haired girl. From seeing each other across the cafeteria to brushing past each other in the corridors with warm smiles placed on our faces. I went from not knowing this girl existed to hoping I can catch a small glimpse of her throughout my day. It’s almost infuriating if you ask me. 

I’m sitting in the cafeteria with Wainfleet, Z-Dog, Chacón and a few other fellow soldiers. My eyes scan the room when I see the familiar red hair out of the corner of my eye. I shift in my seat a bit so I can get a clear view of Ensley. She’s sitting a few tables down from me with some of her nerd friends and Dr. Augustine. She looks to be very interested in what the person diagonal of her is saying. Her hand holds her chin and her brown eyes say nothing except “continue, I’m listening.” She looks so damn sweet.

I must have been staring for a bit too long because I miss Wainfleet, who is across from me, look over his shoulder, try and see what I’m looking at and then turn back to me.

“You got a thing for Red, colonel?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. He’s still looking down at his food, smirking. Z-dog perks up from next to me

“The fuck are you talking about? And who’s Red?” I ask.

“Ensley Sully, I call her Red, she calls me Ly.” He says very nonchalantly. I look at him confused and in disbelief.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of her. She’s nice. Not to mention, she’s like a genius.” Z-Dog pipes in and Chacón catches on as to who we’re talking about.

“We’re talking about E?” She leans in next to Lyle using her own nickname for the girl. I roll my eyes at all of them, annoyed that they all seem to know about this girl. 

“How the hell do you all know her? Y’all like friends or something?” I ask, hiding my annoyance and disappointment.

“I’m not sure if friends is the right word but yes I would consider her a friend. We became friends because of those meets that you forced me to go to.” Lyle says, taking a bite of his yogurt. 

“I’ve never met her but I’ve never heard bad things about her. She’s got quite the reputation in the science department. She went toe to toe with Dr. Augustine within her first month of being here. Real badass bitch.” Z-dog says with a chuckle. Trudy nods at her last comment. I look at Lyle and Z-dog in disbelief. They know so much about the redhead that’s been haunting my thoughts for 2 weeks. 

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier colonel. You got a thing for Ensley?” Lyle asks again and I grumble in my seat.

“No, I ain’t got a thing for her Wainfleet, and even if I did, it’s none of your business.” I snap at him. Everyone looks back down at their food when they notice my tense demeanor. When nobody is looking, I steal one more glance at her and see that her eyes have found me. She perks up when her eyes catch mine and she waves slightly and gives me a soft smile. I smile back and give her a small tilt of my head.

I look down for a second and when I lift my head back up to see her, she was gone. I slightly glance around the cafeteria to try and find her but she’s nowhere to be found. I finish eating quickly and head to my office. I plop down in my chair and place my forehead in between my pointer finger and thumb. 

I don’t like that everyone knows so much about this girl and I know nothing about her. I only met her 3 weeks ago and apparently she’s been here for just about two years and I never knew anything about it. I guess that’s what happens when you try and stay away from the science pukes. 

I decide I need to get some of my paperwork done, in order to get Ensley off my mind. I go through the stack of papers until I find something that catches my eye. It looks like an invitation. I open the envelope and instantly frown. The higher ups are doing that damn soldier/scientist mixer thing. That’s not the actual name but that’s what I call it. It’s their attempt to get us to get together and try to get along. It usually just ended up with both groups on either side of the room, almost like a middle school dance. I’m surprised they're doing it again after what happened last year. A fight broke out between a soldier and scientist over something I can’t be bothered to remember.

I hate going to functions like these. They bore me and I could be doing other things but I go to them anyway. Mostly because damn Selfridge practically forces me to go. I could tell him to stick it but I don’t for some unknown reason. 

I grumble about having to spend my Saturday night with a bunch of nerds but then it hits me. It’ll be another excuse to see Dr. Sully. I sigh out and get back to my papers that need to be done as I make the mental decision to go to this damn mixer on Saturday.

What’s the worst that could happen?

A/N: Teehee, I wonder how this is gonna go! Come back here next Wednesday to find out!

With love from Rory!

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Batfamily Fanfic

Hello Y'all! Happy Pride Month.

To start this, I want to let everyone know that I have started the Batfamily fanfic and it should either get posted on Wednesday this week or Wednesday next week. Regardless, you will be fed and I will post a chapter of something.

Anyways, here's what the Batfamily fanfic is gonna happen as of now. Daphne Abbott is going to be kind of a scarlet witch/black widow variant in this story. Her parents are scientist and during an experiment gone wrong, she was "gifted" with telekinesis powers. Daphne's parents couldn't handle the fact that she had powers and basically cast her out and she's homeless.

The way I see this story working is we'll see a bit of Daphne's background and then the first half of this story will be sort of based off of the TV show Gotham. Daphne's story in my head at this point is messy. I see her going from an anti-hero to a villain and then a hero? I don't know. we'll see lol. She'll get taken in by Oswald Cobblepott and work for him. In her time as a villain, she becomes good friends with Selina Kyle and meets Bruce Wayne. Bruce kind of likes her, she can't stand him. So yea, Daphne will go through all of her teen years as a villain but also she was secretly going to school undercover (how ever that is going to work). She's always known that she didn't want to be in the slums or whatever her entire life and she wanted to clean up her act and go to school. Her dream is to be an interior designer.

While Bruce is away doing his stuff with Ra's al Ghul, Daphne quickly works her way through the interior designer world and becomes one of the top designers in the city.

Note: This is all I have brain stormed so far but it should all come together in the end. The batkids will all be involved in the story at one time or another. Bruce and Daphne will be together and get married, Daphne is gonna be the greatest batmom ever and the story is gonna be fluffy, smutty, and angsty because these are my favorite trio.

That's all!

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me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Chapter 1: Guilty as Sin?

Prenote: Okay! We have chapter 1 now! Already diving into some smut. Remember, drink your water, get some sleep, enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, MDNI, SMUT, NSFW, mature themes, masturbation, oral (fem receiving).

Ensley’s POV

It’s been just over a week since the incident with Colonel Quaritch. It is constantly replaying in my head. From the moment I ran into him, to the feel of my hand in his. I still see his eyes and the way they looked into mine. The smell of teakwood and the outdoors haunts my dreams. 

This is crazy! All this bullshit for a man I don’t even know?! I’m never like this. I mean I’ve only had a small handful of boyfriends but none of them ever made me feel like this. Just the mere thought or mention of the colonel gets heat rising to my face and making me feel all warm and fuzzy. Seriously, what is this shit?

I don’t realize how long I've been scribbling my notes on this new plant until I feel a hand on my shoulder. It’s Grace.

“Can you do a big favor for me?” She asks and she has that specific look on her face that says “I know you hate doing this.” I sigh heavily.

“What is it?” I say flatly, already knowing what she’s going to ask.

“Will you sit in on that staff meeting that’s in an hour? Please?” She claps her hands together and smiles wide at me, she knows that I won’t say no.”

“Why do you always ask me to do it? There are plenty of other people that could do it.” I say in a desperate attempt to get her to go ask someone else. 

“I know, but you’re the one I trust the best. You and your stubbornness proves to be good in these meetings. Also, I’ll let you off early if you do this for me.” I crack under this praise. God this woman is good at bribing me. She knows just how much I love my sleep.

“Ugh, fine.” I say. She pats my hand and says thank you before returning to her desk to get her work done. I look at the clock and it says ‘12:45 hour’. Okay, I’ve 45 minutes until this meeting. I can finish these notes and file them in that time. 

I continue my scribbling, file my notes, and clean up my area just in time. I look at the clock and it’s ‘13:12 hour’. Perfect, I have just enough time to get there and still be a bit early. I hate being late and what do I hate even more than being late? I hate being on time. Early is the way to go for me. 

I walk down the corridor until I reach the conference room. This isn’t a big meeting, it’s more of just a maintenance meeting where the more important people go over their accomplishments from the last month and then discuss their goals for the next. It never takes long. I don’t mind these meetings as I have made friends with one of the soldiers, Lyle Wainfleet. He and I both got stuck in these meetings for the exact same reason, our superiors couldn’t be bothered to do it themselves. 

I take a seat in my usual spot which is the chair in the middle of the table. Nobody else is in the room so I stare off again. My mind wanders and runs wild, as it normally does. I let my imagination take control and it takes me back to damn Colonel Quaritch. What is this man doing to me? I imagine how that run in could have been different. What trouble we could’ve gotten into together. I begin to wonder. I wonder what his hands would feel like on my body, not just on my hand. How his lips would feel upon my skin and lips. I wonder what kind of lover he might be. Would he be kind and gentle or would he be rough and mean? Would he be a very basic partner or does he like to experiment? 

My mind takes us to my room, on my bed. He tosses me on the bed and pulls to the foot of it by my ankle so my ass is just about to hang off the edge. He leans down and places his lips on mine harshly. While we’re in a heavy makeout session, I feel his fingers run up my leg until his hand rests on my upper thigh. He breaks the kiss and moves his hands to the waistband of my leggings and pulls them down along with my panties. 

He positions himself so his face is level with my core. His eyes trail back up to my face and he waits for me to give him some sort of acknowledgment to continue. I nod my head and wait for his lips to be where I need them most. 

Just as he’s about to be exactly where I want him, I’m violently broken out of my thoughts when the first person enters the room. It’s no one important. Oh my god what is wrong with me? That man is probably old enough to be my father. He has to be at least 25 years older than me. Am I really that horny that I’d let just any man fuck me? I’ve never been into men twice my age. My exes have either been my age or just a year or two older than me.

I start looking over Grace’s notes that she sent me with so I can start preparing my mental script when the door opens again. I expect it to be Lyle because he’s usually here by now but when I look up, Lyle is not in sight. Instead, he is replaced by Quaritch himself. He makes his way to one of the open chairs and takes the one that just so happens to be the chair across from me, of course he does. I mentally grumble and turn my attention to the person who is leading the meeting. 

The meeting begins and I usually tune out the first little bit of it because it’s always the same rundown. I scan my eyes over the attendees. They range from Peter Selfridge, to some of the lower interns. In the middle of my space out session, my eyes trail to the man across from me. As I move to meet his gaze, I find that he's already looking at me. Blood rushes to my cheeks and I look away as fast as I meet his eyes. I look back at him out of the corner of my eyes and I see him chuckling at my embarrassment. I internally roll my eyes.

“Dr. Sully?” I hear. My head perks up at the sound of my name. “Do you have a report?” I now realize it was Selfridge who called my name.

“Y-Yes! I do. I’m sorry, my mind was elsewhere.” I read off my notes and give everyone updates from my department. As I’m running down the list, I make the mistake of looking back at the Colonel, whose eyes are scanning all the parts of me that he can see, at least I think he is. My mind could very well be tricking me into thinking this man is checking me out. I finish my speech and slump back in my chair. 

The meeting finishes and I duck out, not wanting to be caught up in small talk. I just want to go back to my room and sleep. I once again am not paying attention when I bump into the back of someone in the doorway of the conference room. I turn to quickly to say my apologies but I’m stunned as I notice the familiar muscular arm.

“This is the second time sweetheart. If I didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re runnin’ into me on purpose.” He says with that smirk on his face. He moves out of the way and motions for me to walk out of the room first. I mumble a ‘thank you’ and move out of the room. I walk down the hallway to head to the living quarters. I subtly turn to look back and find that the colonel is only 2 paces behind me. 

“You wouldn’t happen to be following me, would you colonel?” I slow my walking down until he’s just behind me. I am engulfed by that smell of teakwood and outdoors again. I inhale slightly.

“No ma’am, just heading to my room.” He says, his southern accent is laced with amusement. “I bet you’d like it if I was following you though.” He laughs at his own joke. I mockingly laugh back.

“In your wildest dreams colonel.” I say, turning to him to give him a mocking look. 

“Please, just call me Miles.” 

“Oh so we’re on first name bases now, I just met you good sir.”

“Yes," He rolls his eyes, "but only if I can call you Ensley.” I stop in my tracks and slowly turn to look at him. I smile up at him and in return, he flashes those pearly whites at me. I feel my stomach start to do flips to be on the receiving end of his smiles. 

“Ye-Yea, you sure can, Miles.” I say with some extra dramatics. He smiles and chuckles before walking past me to head back down the hall. I watch him go. When he’s out of sight, I race to my room. It’s a small cozy room with a bed in the middle. There's a decently sized walk-in closet, a dresser, a small futon and some shelfs littered on the walls. There is also a small bathroom with a shower and toilet just off to the side. I sigh as I set my stuff down and plop on my bed. I enjoy that this is my one small place to call my own on this big unfamiliar planet. It keeps me sane. 

I sit up and realize that I am in desperate need of a shower. I move to my closet to grab my towel and pjs and walk into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I stand under the warm water for what feels like hours. My brain has not been able to stop and shut up for the last seven days. All because of him, Miles Quaritch. Thoughts of him have infested my mind. It doesn’t matter if it’s just him in general or if it’s my brain imagining what it might be like to have him on top of me. This is seriously getting ridiculous. 

I get out and dry my body off. Instead of putting my pajamas on, I take my naked body to my bed. I drop my towel before I lay down and I sprawl my body out messily on the bed. I stare off at the ceiling. I take deep breaths and try to calm myself. 

Aimlessly, my one hand slips from my stomach to my breast and the other down to my core. My fingers start to pinch and pull at my nipple and the other fingers start to rub my clit, both movements making my body erupt in pleasure. Soft gasps and sighs start to fill the room and thoughts of Miles begin to fill my mind. I go back to where I was before I was interrupted in the conference room earlier. 

Miles moves down to part my legs and places his head in between my thighs. I can feel his warm breath on my pussy and it makes me ache and yearn for him even more. 

“Tell me what you want sweetheart.” She says as he moves to hook his arms around my thighs, placing kisses on the inner skin of my thighs.

“I want your mouth. I want you to taste me.” I say breathlessly and he does exactly what I say for him to do. His mouth contexts with my clit and he sucks at the sensitive bud.

My hands continue to pinch and rub as I feel myself fall apart in my own hands. My orgasm starts to build and I work my hands faster, chasing my orgasm. I groan and moan as I still imagine him playing with my clit.

My climax hits me out of nowhere. My body twitches and my thighs squeeze around my hand as I ride it out. After I finish, I let go of my nipple and take my hand away from my clit and lay there limb for a bit. 

I’ve asked this question before and I'll ask it again: What is wrong with me? I’ve had two encounters with this man and I already want him between my thighs. I’m fucking crazy.

I sit up from my spot on my bed and contemplate what my next move is. I sit there for a bit, my back hunched and my arms hang lazily. I have an idea.

“I need another shower.”

Postnote: (Long, so bear with me.) I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. If I made any mistake or you have questions, message me! I'd love to hear from y'all. I will also be taking some suggestions on how to start the next chapter because I have no idea what to do. I will be making a posting schedule and that is to post once a week, whether it be this story or a different story. If you have requests, ask! Have a good rest of your week!

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived.

Prologue: Welcome to Pandora

Warnings: cursing

Ensley's POV

When you’re 20 years old, you’re usually in college, or moving out of your parents house or whatever. Not me! No, I’m on a different planet to learn more about the wildlife and the natives. I like to think that I’m pretty lucky. I get to do what I love and be mentored by the best of the best, Dr. Grace Augustine. I arrived on Pandora just after I turned 18. I’m the first of the Sully siblings to be here. My brother Tom is supposed to join me here soon. I haven’t seen my family in two long years. I miss my parents and above all, I miss my big brothers. They are only a little over a year older than me. Our parents loved to say that I was a perfect mix of both Jake and Tom. I had the wit and humor of Jake and the smarts and curiosity of Tom. Jake and I were the troublemaking duo. We would taunt the kids of the neighborhood and play pranks on our family. Tom was the brother I could seek out for guidance. He and I could sit and talk about theories forever. It was him who got me extremely interested in the Avatar Program and I studied as hard as I could in order to be considered for the program. Growing up, they were the perfect brothers. They still are. 

When I started my process to get my own avatar, there were some complications with my DNA and it was denied. So I do not have an avatar. My brother Tom does, and he’s here waiting for Tom’s arrival. I work directly under Grace kind of as her right hand. I will be honest, I thought Grace hated me when I first showed up here. She probably did because I was so young and she “didn’t want to be a babysitter”, and I quote. Once she realized what I could do, she started to come around. Since my arrival, Grace has taught me so much and helped me grow as a scientist. She has taken me under her wing and has very much become like a mother figure to me. 

Above all, working with Grace has its perks, but it definitely has its downside. One of those is being her runner. Grace will send me on coffee runs at random hours of the day. She also likes to have me run errands for her too. I get tasked with taking files to Selfridge or sitting in on the boring meetings that she refuses to go to. I didn’t mind running her errands in the end because that was how I met him.

I’ve only ever heard of Colonel Miles Quaritch, I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting the well known Head of Security, until now. The first thing I noticed about the man, other than his piercing blue eyes, was the trio of scars on the right side of his head. If the story is true, he was attacked one his very first day on Pandora by a viperwolf, because he decided it was a good idea to go check out the forest. What an idiot. 

On a trip to one of the breakrooms to get Grace her coffee, I space out. My mind is running rampant, thinking of all the things I have to get done that day. In the middle of running down my mental to-do list, I fail to pay attention to how I turn a corner and run right into a muscular chest and take a tumble to the floor, landing flat on my ass.

“Geez, you need to watch where you’re going cupcake. You okay?” The man says as he reaches down for my hand and hoists me up to my feet. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I guess I was just really out of it.” I say, visibly embarrassed. He lets out a soft laugh.

“It’s fine. Hey, I can’t say I’ve ever met you before. What’s your name?” He flashes his little smirk at me. This man is so devilishly handsome and I think he knows it. With his tan and defined arms, his silver hair and those damn blue eyes. He knows he’s attractive.

“Um, ha, I’m Ensley, Dr. Ensley Sully. I’m a botanist.” I put my hand out for him. He takes it.

“Ah you’re one of those science pukes ain’tcha?” He says, his smirk replaced with a neutral expression. I can’t tell if he now has a sudden distaste for me or something. Since I've been here, I’ve quickly come to understand that the soldier and scientist have never fully seen eye to eye. All because of their different views and since the important people in RDA favor soldiers over scientists. 

“Yeah I am," I say, going into defense mode. "I don’t believe I know your name either.”

“Oh yes, I’m Colonel Quaritch. You might know me as the head of security.” Why, he’s very modest isn’t he. I mentally roll my eyes.

“Well, it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” I say and he chuckles. He locks his eyes with my brown ones and he looks almost as if he’s analyzing my face. I feel my confidence cracking under his gaze. Part of me wants to run and hide and another part of me wants to fall to the floor and cry. But I don’t. I stand there until I feel like I’m done with the situation.

“I should probably get going. My boss is probably wondering where I am.” I say as I step around him. He turns his body to keep me in sight. 

“Yes, don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Mhmm, it was nice meeting you.” I say as I turn and continue my trip to the breakroom for Grace’s coffee. As I walk away, I have the feeling that eyes are on me. As I round the corner to the breakroom, I glance back and see the colonel still looking at me. I hesitantly stop and gaze back at him. I softly smile and wave my fingers at him. He subtly nobs and turns to continue to where he was going. 

I turn on the coffee machine so I can make Grace’s drink as well as making a cup of tea for myself. I’m not a big fan of coffee. I hate the bitterness of it as well as the after taste. So I don’t drink caffeine or anything, I just run off of sheer willpower. 

As I’m doing what I’m doing, I think back to the encounter I just had with the colonel. Everyone made him out to be so mean and cold. He didn’t seem that way with me. Maybe everyone only ever met him as the colonel and I just got to meet him as just him. 

I finish making the drinks and I make my way back to the lab. Upon my arrival, I look around to find Grace. I find her hunched over a microscope. I set her mug down by the scope and she shoots her eyes to look at me.

“Jesus E, what took you so goddamn long.” She says, visibly irritated that she had to wait longer for her precious coffee. She takes a sip and looks back at me signaling that she wants to know what happened to me.

“I just ran into someone and I got to talking to them. It's not that big of a deal.” I say turning my back to her and heading to my desk.

“Who did you run into?”

“Fuck Grace, why do you care?”

“I want to know.”

“If I tell you, will you stop pestering me?” I grumble. She nods her head.

“I ran into Quaritch.” I say and Grace's face slightly drops.

“Oh, are you okay? He didn’t give you any shit did he?” She asks and I shake my head. She seems relieved. She and Quaritch have always had it out for each other and couldn’t be in the same room as each other without wanting to bite the other's head off. So I understand why she doesn't want him to give me or any of her scientists shit or anything.

“Okay well, let's get back to work. There are some Mist Blooms I want you to analyze and make some reports about. Okay?” Grace motions to the pile of papers and files sitting on my desk. I take a seat, sip my tea and dive back into my work.

Note: This is my first ever fanfic and I'm so happy to share this with you. Most of my titles are going to be based off Taylor Swift title tracks. So if there are any swifts here, I hope you enjoy that. Chapter 1 will be out soon!

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I've worked on the title of the Avatar fic and it's going to be called The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived. This is not going to be biblically accurate but it will be based off the movies and all. This is going to range from before the first movie to the end of the most recent. This fanfic could also continue as the franchise progresses. There is going to be smut, fluff and angst so please, grab your blanket, get a snack, and your tissues and get comfy. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Ensley Sully is the younger sister of Tom and Jake Sully. She is incredibly smart and entered the Avatar program and arrived on Pandora at 18. At 21 years old, she is working as the right hand man to Dr. Grace Augustine. Grace took a liking to Ensley as soon as she arrived (only because she was the only one who could give Grace a run for her money). Someone else took a liking to Ensley and it was none other than the head of security, Colonel Miles Quaritch. She is witty and confident but also very hard working and while the scientist and military don't get along, he still can't help but fall for that charm of hers.

What started as just stress relief and pure pleasure, Ensley and Miles realize they are more compatible than they realize. The only thing that strays them away from the other is their views on Pandora and the program. Can they build a bridge between the scientist and the soldiers or will their flames fizzle out with time?

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Ok Y’all. Rory is cooking up some stories. The following is what should be getting here in the next few weeks to a month:

Avatar Fanfic: Colonel Quaritch (romantic) x Sully Sister/ eventually Spider x Sully mom (platonic)

Batfamily Fanfic: Batmom x batfamily

Original Story: professor x student

These are all pure self indulgences. However, I am releasing these because I want to share these self indulgences with you guys! I can’t wait for you to read them

These could also appear on Ao3 in the future ;)