#colonel quaritch x reader

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Revenant 8

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Na’vi!Colonel Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader

Warnings >~< = Mild dubcon, restraints, cunnilingus (F!oral), overstimulation, like 2 spanks, implied..activities

The Colonel stepped in front of you, his wide shoulders blocking your view of the two men ahead with masks strapped to their faces.

You tried to ignore the goosebumps that arose on your skin every time his tail brushed against the side of your thighs.

‘I’m over it..’ You bit your lip to hide your smile as the man’s accent reached your ears, ‘I’ve got quotas to meet.’

‘You wanna hunt? ..Let’s hunt.’

You furrowed your eyebrows at the Colonel ominous tone, your eyes bouncing over to Spider who had the exact same expression as you.

Once you both connected gazes, he shrugged - before turning back to the railing he was leaned over.

‘What? Here? Not here, there’s too many villages..’

‘No, no!’ A new voice spoke up.

You saw the Colonel shoulders tense, his head tilting slightly as you peeked around his waist and at the man defying him.

‘Respectfully sir..’ You saw him swallow thickly, throat bobbing at the Colonel’s rigid body.

‘Uhm, you do not understand the distinct bonds between the Tulkun and the ocean Na’vi, it’ll.. it’ll be like murdering a member of their family!’

Your stomach dropped when his words registered.

They were going to hunt the Tulkun.

‘Colonel! You can’t.’ You shouted, fist clenching when he didn’t even turn to look at you.

Your breathes grew heavy with panic as everyone turned to look at you, all except for the one person that needed to listen.

‘Colonel!’ You tried again, lifting your tied hands and knocking them into his back.

Still, he didn’t budge.

Letting out a noice of frustration, you flattened your ears and snarled - flashing your fangs venomously.

‘See?’ The man from before spoke up again.

‘We start hunting here, the hostiles will come after us.’

You hissed, angry they had disregarded you - a horrible state of hopelessness washing over your body as you continued to try and cut in.

Your pleas only fell on deaf ears.

‘Exactly, one hostile in particular.’

Your claws dug into your palms from pure anger as the Colonel’s voice rung out again, your eyes set intently on the back of his head.

'If you hunt them, my people will kill you!'

You wanted him to look at you, see the pure rage running through your system and feel the pain of your claws.

To you, nothing would ever justify the amount of destruction caused and now the heartbreak he was planning.

‘Lyle, take her inside.’

You watched as the blue soldier near Spider turned to you, his face stoic as he walked over to you.

You growled as he came closer, hissing when he picked you up and and threw you over his shoulder, crossing over to the entrance of the ship.

‘I will never forgive you if you do this Miles.’ You spoke, voice quiet and defeated but you knew he heard you.

…

‘You’re really going to let them do this?’ The Colonel’s ears flicked up as he adjusted his vest, Spider’s voice echoing his distaste.

He didn't look at the boy, instead turning away and following the rest of the team down the ship.

He tried to push the effect of the boy's words, yours also resinating and repeating in his brain over and over again.

I'll never forgive you.

I'll never forgive you.

I'll never forgive you Miles..

Your lack of anger and venom in those words only emphasised how truthful you were being, your defeat not making him nearly as happy as he had thought it would.

He gritted his teeth at himself, instead focusing on following Scoresby in front of him, silently watching as the ceiling of the ship separated - opening up and revealing all sorts of equipment.

He heard Scoresby shout to his crew, everyone immediately following his orders.

In no time, over 5 boats were ready to roll out, the ramp opening up to the raging water below.

The Colonel followed Scoresby onto the biggest ship, unable to help himself when walking pass, reaching out and touching the tip of some sort of harpoon.

The thing was huge, leaving the Colonel to wonder just how big these Tulkun were.

Within minutes, everyone was in the water - the smaller boats following behind as Scoresby led everyone away from the main ship, his yells of excitement making the Colonel grimace.

Gripping the rail, the Colonel looked out at the ocean - not even trying to suppress the images of when he had plucked you clean out of that same water and dragged you back with him.

..where you belonged.

The feeling he had in his chest when he was unable to reach you in that vent, your body just out of reach, was unlike anything he imagined.

It felt wrong to have you so far away, out of the circle of his safety.

Anything could've happened. What if you ran out of air in there? Or fell through and dropped-

'Bingo! Move in, we got em.' The colonel deeply inhaled at Scoresby's voice, snapping his eyes ahead and watching as a man behind him began to shoot canisters at the water.

Almost instantly, large blue creatures began to lift their heads up and out of the water, large splashing sounds erupting.

'Get in there, separate her from the rest.' Scoresby flagged the ships on either side of them, the Colonel watching on as the boats began to circle one of the Tulkun.

The Colonel swallowed as the creature cried out, the boats surrounding it disorientating it and causing it to panic.

Gripping the railing tighter, the boat swerved in the direction of the now lone Tulkun - the thing still crying out helplessly as the Colonel gritted his teeth.

'Now the hard part..' The colonel looked over to Scoresby - who was grinning, happy as anything.

'They ever fight back?' He couldn't help but question.

'No, never seen them even lift a fin. They're tough bastards to kill though.' The Colonel looked away again as Scoresby laughed, tail behind him unmoving as he breathed heavy.

I'll never forgive you.

'Subteams move in - airbags ready.'

Clenching his fist, the Colonel ran his tongue over his fangs - thoughts conflicting him as he saw the Tulkan slow massively - bright red airbags now attached to it's fins.

It's continuous cries strangely reminded him of you - no matter how helpless it was, the beast still fought back.

I'll never forgive you Miles

And that was the last straw for the Colonel.

'Stop! Order a full retreat!' He shouted, moving in closer to Scoresby - who was now stood behind the massive harpoon from before.

The man immediately looked to the Colonel, hands on the trigger - holding the beasts fate quite literally in his hands.

'What!? You-'

'You heard me.' The Colonel nodded once, ears flat.

'You can't just do that! There's-

Snarling, the Colonel stepped up onto the ledge the arguing man stood, his body instantly shrinking back at the threatening avatar before him.

'Full. Retreat. Now Scoresby.'

The colonel felt his fangs graze his bottom lip, snarling as the man rumbled something along the lines of 'you're really starting to piss me off' before pressing his ear piece.

'Everyone stand back, full retreat. Speedboats return to SeaDragon, subteam to me.' Scoresby spoke, his frustration clear.

Turning away, the Colonel looked back over the railing - eyes on the now stationary Tulkun who's head was still above water.

'Now what? It can't swim like that.' His ears flicked at Scoresby's irritation.

'Leave it where it is, the clans will still find it. The message is clear enough.' The Colonel justified, trying to ignore the relief he felt as he watched the boats move back and away from the cornered beast.

...

The ground was cold where you laid on your side, head rested on your hands, legs and tail tucked close to your body.

You were cheeks damp, the skin red and flushed.

It had to of been hours since you were chucked in here, the Colonels right hand man scolding at you to behave.

You stared mindlessly at the underside of the table above, your whole body physically hurt from the pain in your chest that seemed to spread like a disease.

The betrayal you felt.

Not just from the Colonel, no. You had betrayed yourself, allowing yourself to think, even for a second, that you were able to see a change in him.

You cursed yourself, tears welling up again and threatening to fall.

At the sound of the door opening behind you, you sniffed quickly - blinking away and willing yourself not to cry. With your back to the door, you weren't able to see who had disturbed you.

And quite frankly, you didn't care.

Their silence confused you, your ears perking up to catch if they made any sort of noise to indicate who they were.

Once your confusion wasn't rectified, you huffed out and closed your eyes - willing yourself to sleep and forget everything.

You weren't expecting the hand on your still tied ankles, a gasp leaving your mouth as you were pulled out from under the table, body dragging against the ground.

Immediately your turned, teeth bared and eyes full of anger - ready to attack.

You pushed away your relief when your eyes landed on the Colonel, his sheepish gaze staring you back.

'Get off of me!' You tried to pull your legs from his grip but he refused to let go. Instead, he further pulled you closer to where he was kneeled on his hunches.

He didn't react to your thrashing, instead he just stared at you - not a word leaving his lips.

'What's wrong with you! Skxawng! Get. Off!' You hissed, fangs flashing.

You continued when you felt his hands circle around your waist, pulling you until you were nose to nose.

You breathed heavy as your stared at him, his lack of fight infuriating you even more. Feeling his arms wrap around you tighter, you were suddenly picked up - triggering you to curse him out again.

'Stop ignoring me and let go!'

You gasped as you were dropped on the table, one hand on your waist sliding down to your hips and pulling you to the edge while the other trailed up just under your breasts- pressing you flat to the surface.

His hand was big enough to entirely cover you, his warmth seeping into your very soul.

Your mouth dropped open, the sudden position having your still damp cheeks warming.

'Now your quiet?' His voice threw you off, your confidence out the window.

You didn't respond, only swallowed thickly as he lifted your legs up to your chest, his hands now behind your knees and pressing himself against you- hips flush to yours.

You didn't try and let it effect you, amping yourself up and flattening your ears - ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him.

'Don't touch me!' You hissed, tucking your restrained hands to your chest and swaying your tail slowly.

He was evil, he had taken countless of innocent lives, beings that had done absolutely nothing but exist and you were letting him touch you?!

'I hate you! Get away and let me go!' You thrashed, your entire body flushing when you felt felt him move a hand down your thigh - the other moving across and using his forearm to hold your knees to your chest.

You gasped when the hand trailing your thigh dipped further down, under your ass - fingers slipping beneath the band of your pants before beginning to pull it up.

'S..Stop! Get off of me!' Your voice cracked, your body shivering as more skin was revealed to the cool room.

The Colonel didn't look down at all, his eyes trained on your face - watches your features intently. He watched as your face tensed and relaxed, almost as if you were unsure if you should be enjoying this.

But he knew you were, your scent was already beginning to permeate the air.

He didn't stop until your pants were bunched up at your knees, the arm he was using to keep you in the mating press now holding the fabric in a tight grip.

You didn't know how to react, your heart dropping as you were completely exposed - shutting your eyes in embarrassment when your felt yourself clench.

You could already feel your slick building, your clit beginning to throb from lack of stimulation.

'Get..Get off me.' You and the Colonel both heard the lack of emphasis in your words, your voice quiet and no strength behind it.

'That what you really want?' You could feel his stare on you but you didn't look.

The Colonel waited for your answer, your pure stubbornness making a smirk pull at his lips.

You huffed out a breath when you felt him move further down, his head disappearing out of the corner of your eye.

Your thighs shook desperately when you felt him press his lips just below the back of your knee, his lips and breath warm against you.

He repeated that again and again, lower each time until he was at your inner thigh. You then felt him run his fangs over the sensitive skin, the sharp tips embedding in your skin.

You moaned, body tensing as he repeated the process to your other thigh - this time taking it a step further and sucking the skin into his mouth.

He didn't let go, even when your bucked your hips against him, cunt dripping for him and landing on the surface below.

Once he was sure he had left his mark, he released you - tongue slipping out to running over the new bruise.

Dropping his gaze, his eyes landed on your pussy - the poor thing practically begging to be touched.

'If you want me to stop, tell me and I'll leave.' He knew he had to ask, even though he'd rather bite his own hand off than leave you right now - he wouldn't force you.

At your lack of response, he lifted his hand - landing a clean spank on the back of your thigh. Your gasp made him smirk as he pictured your pouty lips.

'Please Colonel..' You whined, laying your head back against the table, back arching and hoping he'd give in and finally touch you.

You held your breath when you felt him move lower, cheeks tinting as you felt him sniff around - breathing you in like air. His groan made you respond with your own whine, hands clenching into fists.

'We didn't kill them.' The random sentence had you opening your eyes, the light blinding.

'Wh..what?' You voice wobbled.

'The Tulkun. I called off the hunt.' You lifted your head, trying to peer around your legs and at his face, the relief in your body never feeling better.

'Miles-'

You were cut off by your own moan, his tongue finally diving between your lips - the hand that wasn't holding your legs to your chest now slipping two fingers on either side of you, spreading you open even further.

'Fuck, you're dripping everywhere.'

You threw your head back when you felt him slide his tongue through the entirety of you - your arousal collecting deliciously on his tastebuds.

'Knew you'd taste this fuckin' good.' You whined back at his muffled voice, arching your back and slithering your tail around the back of his neck.

Once you had be licked clean, he slid up higher - laving his tongue repeatedly across your engorged clit before taking the bud into his mouth.

You screamed as he sucked, his cheeks hollowing out and using his tongue to flick the bud in his mouth, making sure the tip caught the sensitive underside.

Humming around you, he sucked harder - pulling back slightly and shaking his head, your hips rocking against his face.

You stomach quivered, breaths heavy as you moaned out, your high beginning to peak as you begged him, your thighs shaking around his head.

'Fuckin' come for me princess, come on.' You heard him pant against you, before he dove back back, the hand that had been spreading you now circling your clit while he tongued at your hole.

You cried out as he slipped inside you, thumb unrelenting on your clit.

You felt electric when your high crashed through you, your body on overdrive while Miles continued to lick at you, tongue slipping back and forth to draw more of your orgasm out.

You whined when he didn't pull away and the thumb on you clit didn't stop.

You shifted to hips away, crying out when his mouth only followed you - tongue now licking up to where his thumb was, pulling the appendage away to clean away any remaining arousal.

Once he was sure you were clean, your pussy twitching from overstimulation, he let go - kissing his way back up until he was looking over your knees and down at your fucked out face.

You eyes were closed, breaths heavy as your tried to come back - your brain completely disconnecting from you.

'You with me?' He asked, using his hand to lightly smack against your thighs.

Your whine while you nodded made him chuckle, your eyes finally opening and looking down at him.

His chest sucked in at the smile you graced him with, your eyes light and genuine while your dimple popped in your cheeked.

Looking down, Miles reached down and grasped your wrists, fingers sliding under the restraint and loosening it until it fell away. He reached for your ankles next, repeating the same action.

His ears perked up at your sound of relief, using both his hands to pull your legs from your chest and letting them fall limp on either side of him, your pants still around your knees.

While he was too busy making sure you were comfortable, his hands pulling your pants off the rest of the way - thumbs massaging the flesh of your thighs to make sure you wouldn't cramp, you stared at him, your tailing swaying in content.

You felt safe.

Sitting up, you watched as he looked up at you - eyes trying to figure you out.

He was between your now spread thighs, hands leaving you and dropping rest on the table on either side of your waist.

Slowly, you trailed your hands up his chest - fingers spread wide and your tough feather light.

You didn't look at his face, focused on where your hands touched until they were near his neck, your nails grazing the skin lightly.

Only then did you link your eyes, his hooded and intense - almost as if he was staring right through you.

You held your breath as he leaned in, nose lightly brushing yours before he finally connected his lips to yours.

Breathing out, you closed your eyes - pushing back against him while he kissed you, your hands making their way around his neck and running over the hair at the back of his head.

You whined when you felt him press harder into you, his hips now flush to your bare core - the material nudging your clit.

'Miles..' You broke away, eyes still closed why he began to rock into you - crying out when your sensitive clit began to be stimulated again.

'So beautiful..' You heard him say quietly, lips pressing against your throat and the skin being roughly sucked under his teeth - fangs threatening to break through.

'..all mine.' You nodded in agreement, hissing in pleasure when he bit down ever so slightly.

'Yours.'

You gasped when you felt something hard begin to press up against your core, his rocking hips letting you feel everything.

'I..I want to help you..' You started, beginning to trail the hand around his neck, down his chest - hoping he'd understand.

The smirk against your throat told you he knew exactly what you were trying to say.

I'm not sure when the next update will be since I'll be away from home for a few days, will keep you guys posted :))

Part 9

Kofi <33

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What Do I Tell My Friends Family?

Word count: 5086

Pairing: HUMAN Miles Quaritch x Female NA'VI Reader Tags/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, rare pairing, possibly dark content, smut, adult themes, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, lust, older man x younger woman, under age reader (16), degradation, nsfw, dubious consent, dirty talk, orgasm, orgasm denial, foul language, choking, vaginal fucking

Author's Note: This came to me in a day dream. Listening to this song. Set in the same idea I have for Lie of Providence, where you're able to communicate with the spirit of Quaritch in a Dream. Though it's a bit different there. Won't be included in LoP. Have kept reader's appearance vague in some parts so imagine it as you will.

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You shouldn’t want this. You should not be feeling like this. Oh Great Mother, the shame is near unbearable. Yet you are powerless to stop yourself. You want him, this you know. He is a man. Not like the boys of the clan. Immature, stupid boys who know nothing. No, this is a man. You have no doubt he would treat you the way you deserve. Or perhaps, the ways in which you want to be treated.

It started as a childish crush; a flight of fancy. A silly little thing you were, developing feelings for a man you only see in a shared Dream. You enjoyed watching him flex those oh so strong arms, the expanding of that broad chest with each precious breath. Each movement deliberate, no energy wasted in the fluidity of his being. He was taller than you then.

But time passes and it brings with it changes you weren’t entirely expecting. Becoming taller than him at 17 was a given. You’re almost 7’5” now, and will surely keep growing till you’re at least your mother’s height. What you did not expect however, was the swell of your chest. The women of your tribe you notice, do not have such large breasts. They are small, extenuating their lithe form, the agile body of Huntresses. But here you stand, barely an adult, with tits bigger than your hands. Your hips are noticeably wider too.

As time made you older, so too did it make you bolder. You care not if his gaze meets yours as you shamelessly stare down at him when he trains. You openly watch him do any human ritual, especially when it involves him testing the limits of his physique. And you notice too, how his gaze lingers on you. His eyes travel up and down your form when he thinks you do not notice. You eat up the silent attention. You sure as shit weren’t getting it from the young boys of your tribe.

Sure, mother and father tried their best arranging future mates for you. But every meeting of the family, you seem to be the only one to notice the boys’ upturn sneer. To them, you were always a freak. Proportionally wrong. A half-breed.

Your friends tell you not to worry about it. Boys are stupid anyway and wouldn’t know a good thing even if Eywa herself was prostrated before them. Yet you can’t help the jealously that rips through your very blood when they speak of stolen kisses and secret rendezvous. They do not make tsaheylu, as that is sacred and meant for their future life mate, but that doesn’t stop them exploring their baser desires with equally eager boys. And as the days to weeks to months pass, the frustration of it all builds until you are bursting at the proverbial seams.

And when the dam finally breaks, so too does your rational thinking. You are sick of your feelings being rebuffed by these stupid, immature boys. And you are equally as sick of this bizarre dance you’ve entered with Quaritch. If his soul is going to share Dreams with you, and so blatantly eat you with his gaze, then by Eywa does he owes you some actual attention.

---

And so tonight you are going to put your plan into action. You adorn the least amount of beads and thread you possibly can, barely covering your nipples let alone the rest of your chest. You wear a loincloth with a thinner cut fabric in the back, it easily gets eaten into the swell of your ass. You’re sure Quaritch is going to like that, if his roaming eyes are anything to go by. The final touch are some pretty feathers in your hair which you let hang lose and un-braided. You take your ikran and fly somewhere else into the forest; you do not want to be disturbed this night and Eywa forbid your family asks about what you are wearing (or lack thereof).

You find somewhere suitable to lay your head for the night, the flattened top of a nearby tree. Your ikran makes themself comfortable elsewhere, far enough to give you privacy, but close enough to hear you call should you need them.

You sit on your haunches and take a big calming breath. You look up to clear sky. Eywa has blessed tonight with warm breezes and a dazzling display of stars. The forest is alight with bioluminescence and it brings you a sense of comfort. And with that, you lay yourself down and close your eyes.

---

The Dreamscape too, it would seem, has taken the shape of Night. As you have hoped, you are immediately in a Human settlement. You think it is perhaps Hell’s Gate, but something is different. You cannot tell, but it feels different. No matter. These are irrelevant details. You are here on a mission.

You let pure instinct guide you into and through a building. You are drawn to him and he to you. Finding him is never difficult. As you traverse the halls, you are thankful you do not have to bend as to not hit the ceiling, though were you fully grown it would probably be a problem. You immediately stop in front of a door. He’s in this room. You take a moment to steel your resolve. You do not want to back out now. Not when you’ve already come this far. You take a deep breath, then press button on the side.

---

Quaritch finds it strange. To know oneself is dead. To be a wondering soul, bound to The All Mother. To say he was surprised to learn she was indeed real, would be an unprecedented understatement. Yet she does not speak to him. But he can feel her influence wherever he wonders. Most surprising though, is You.

By Eywa’s grace, the two of you keep sharing Dream spaces. He’s sure you’re not dead though your spirit visits him often. And he’s also sure of one other thing; you must be sweet on him. Never in his waking life, and apparent afterlife, would he have foreseen something like this. A savage girl, the daughter of the traitor Jake Sully, developing a crush on him.

It was cute at first. When you were small. But you’re not a child anymore. And he has, to his disgust and pleasure, taken notice. He thinks of the way you tease him, swaying your hips with purpose when you jog ahead so as to walk in front of him. That damn tail flicking whichever way to draw his attention. When you puff out your chest when you show him how good you’ve become with bow and arrow. Oh yes, he’s sure you’re doing this shit on purpose. And you stare! You openly stare, and when he catches you, you don’t even try to hide it. The audacity of it all.

He’s not even sure if you’re considered an adult by your people’s standards. He never once cared to learn about the filthy natives’ culture. If he remembers correctly, you had mentioned to him last time he saw you that you were 16, coming on 17. You were complaining about some dumb teenage boy in your clan. Something or rather about not finding you attractive. He let you vent your frustrations by manifesting an appropriate sized gun turret in the shared Dreamscape for you.

You mounted the machine without hesitation, and shot at nothing in particular. Your frusted yells drowned out by the loud rhythmic expulsion of bullet rain. And while you had your cute little moment, he watched as your supple body jiggled and bounced oh so wonderfully.

It’s wrong, he knows it. To lust after such a young teenage girl. But you’re not exactly human.  

He rubs the back of his neck frustratedly; doesn’t even notice he’s manifested himself in his old quarters, a place of comfort.

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He tries to clear his mind. Think of something, anything else. But it all comes back to you. Fuck you’re a God damn tease. A succubus sent by Eywa to torture him. God dangling a piece of Eden in front of him, just out of reach.

What he wouldn’t give to bury himself deep into that pretty little cunt of yours, a hand grabbing fistfuls of your hair as you cry out in pain and pleasure. He wants to leave pretty purple bruises up and down your skin. Mementos he hopes you carry out with you into the waking world. He wants every one of those pathetic teenage boys to know who you really belong to. Show them how a real man lays claim to what’s his. Typical savages having no fucking taste. There’s a tent in his pants now, and he’s about to reach in and relieve himself when the sound of the door sliding open catches his attention.

Speak of the Devil and so shall She appear.

When the door opens you stop yourself in the door way. There he is, standing in the centre of the room. He’s wearing that black singlet you love so much; the entirety of his arms are exposed as well as part of that divine broad chest. The giant window ceiling lets in the natural light of the night awash the room in gentle moonlight.

You’re blushing hard, you can feel the heat spread up from your neck and dust your cheeks. There is a gentle heat forming between your legs as you keep staring.

“Well hey there Sweetheart. Now aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes…” Quaritch is the first to break the silence. His eyes start from your face, and slowly he rakes it down to your loin cloth and back up to face; not before lingering on your chest you notice.

“Now you didn’t have to get all dressed up pretty for lil’ old me—or should I say, dressed down?” You smile shily, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “Come closer darlin’, let me get a good look at’cha.” He’s smirks at you mischievously.

You obey without thinking and step into the room to stand before him, the door shuts behind you instantly with a quiet swoosh.

When you’re this close, the height difference is a bit more apparent. His head height is perfectly situated at your breasts.

He hums approvingly, then gestures behind him for you to take a seat on the bed. When you, he standing in front of you, arms crossed on his chest. You bite your lip noticing the bulge of his biceps, your tail flicks excitedly behind you. He chuckles when he notices.

“Now tell me, [Y/N]—” it takes a great deal of willpower to stop the whine threatening to escape your throat when he says your name in that delicious accent. You audibly inhale. “—what exactly is it, that you think you’re doing Sweetheart?”

You decide you to feign ignorance. It is far too embarrassing to simply come out and say it. You want him to say it; want him to be the one to admit it first. He wants you just as much as you want him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Colonel,” you see the slight tense in his arms when you address him by his title; ‘oh he definitely likes that’. You place your hands in your lap, lightly squeezing your breasts together with your arms. You see his eyes shift down to stare at your cleavage, you can feel your nipples teasing through the bare fabric. He licks his teeth and you inwardly shudder at the action.

“Oh ho, I think you do, you little fucking tease. Now what I’m wondering is, does your Dear ol’ Pa know you’re here? Presenting yourself in front of the enemy like that.” Quaritch bends forward so he’s eye level with you. “I wonder how disappointed he’d be right now. Guess his sweet little [Y/N] ain’t so innocent after all, huh?”

“I do not want to talk about my Father right now Quaritch,” you huff at him frustratedly. You don’t want to think about your family right now, that’d be a sure-fire way to kill the mood before it’s even begun.

“Oh? Then, what is is that you want to do, [Y/N]?”

“You know exactly why I’m here Quaritch…” you avert your eyes, too embarrassed to make extended eye contact. You don’t see him lean closer, moving to the side of your head to whisper directly into your ear.

“Come now you’re a big girl [Y/N]. Why don’t you use your big girl words? Be a good girl, and tell the Colonel what it is that you want?” You audibly whimper. He moves to the front of your face again, grabbing your chin in his hand, forcing your face forward.

“Now I’ll ask again—What is it that you want hm? What is your plan here?”

“Eyes on me baby,” your ears perk forward at the new moniker, eyes immediately fixed on him. Oh Great Mother this man is going to break you.  

“I—I—want…”

“SAY IT.”

“You! My plan! You were my p-plan! It is you that I want! Please Colonel!” You all but yell when he commands you. You squeeze your eyes shut, the shame and embarrassment too much after such a declaration.

You hear Quaritch hum approvingly and can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Well, aren’t you just sweet?”

His lips crash onto yours suddenly. Both of his hands are on either side of your head, holding you firmly in place. He doesn’t move at first, testing to see your reaction. When he feels you tilt slightly to one side and gently push up into him, he deepens the kiss. You’re a mess of teeth, saliva and tongue. Hot breath mingling in each other’s mouths. By Eywa does he taste divine. Better than anything you could have possibly imagined. Heat pools at the base of your belly. The tiny flicker of a flame come to life. You stupidly wonder if the boys of your clan are even a fraction as skilled as he.

“I can feel ya thinkin’ about something you shouldn’t be, naughty minx.” He says when he breaks away from you. He pushes your collar bone forcefully enough for you to fall back onto the bed with an oof. You lean up on your elbows to look at him at the foot of the bed, your legs planted firmly on the ground.

He uses his legs to kick apart your legs and stands in the space between.

“Let me clear that pretty little head of yours…”

He leans onto the bed, presses his right thigh firmly against your sex, his hands are on your hips holding you in place. A pleasured gasp escapes you, the sudden unexpected feeling of pleasure sparks from your core through your entire body.

Satisfied that you won’t move, you can feel him move his hands up the expanse of your body, thumbs pressing into you as he traces the stars painting your skin. Upward he travels till he reaches your chest. Your breasts are exposed to the open are, your meagre coverings having fallen wayside when he pushed you back before.

He delicately traces the glowing pattern of one breast, before he gives you a gentle squeeze.

“Hmmm~” you murmur at the feeling, warmth pooling at the precipice of your legs. He grabs you, one in each hand, and starts kneading you firmly. The rough callouses of his palm causing delicious friction upon your nipples. He feels them peak into his hands and squeezes you tighter.

You can’t help but moan. You’ve never been touched like this at all by anyone else. It feels nothing like when you do it yourself. No, this is so much better.

He swings his left leg over you, resting on your side, his right leg presses harder onto your cunt as he leans forward. He kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth; immediately seeking you out to fight for dominance. You feel the slick of your cunt coat your loin cloth.

He breaks the kiss to plant kisses on the underside of your jaw. Slowly he starts licking the dots there, tracing down your neck, and he sucks hard on the flesh there, catching the skin between his teeth. At the same time he pinches both your nipples between his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“Fuck!” You exclaim loudly, the pleasure in your body starting to burn. Each nerve is set alight in pleasured brilliance. You body demands more friction, so you rub your greedy clothed pussy up and down his thick muscular thigh, drenching his pants leg in your juices.

“Aww is that all for me? Well ain’t you just a peach,” Quaritch teases you when he feels the wetness upon his leg. He looks down and inspects the darkening hicky on your neck. Satisfied with his work, and continues to leave more on either side of your neck. Not content yet, he starts leaving them along your collar bone. All the while you grace him with the sing-song of your voice, openingly moaning in pleasured ecstasy at his ministrations.

You feel his hands vacate your chest, his leaves a wet trail as he traces his tongue along one swell. He gives your nipple an experimental lick causing you to make the cutest mewl. And when he takes your whole nipple into his mouth and starts sucking like a starving man, you can’t help the profanity that escapes your lips.

You push harder against his leg, enjoying the feeling of his strong muscles rub against your neglected clit. The pleasure from your cunt and tits pool together in your belly. A gentle coil of a promise starting to form. The build up stops suddenly when Quaritch moves his leg from your sacred conjunction. But before you can even complain, you watch as he moves his entire body lower until his face is between your legs.

Your embarrassment is renewed tenfold. You lay your head back and cover your face with both hands; too bashful to watch what’s about to happen. You aren’t completely ignorant, your friends made sure of that, sparing no detail of their escapades.

You obey his command, pushing yourself up on your elbows to stare down at the man poised at your nether region.

Quaritch laughs quietly at your display of embarrassment. He unties your loincloth with ease. When he takes in the sight of you, he cant help but suck in a large breath through clenched teeth. The stars painted on your cunt glow brightly in the moon light, the nectar of your arousal flows freely from your slit. A Waterfall of Eden before him.

 

“Now that just won’t do Sweetheart. Eyes on me, I wanna see those pretty eyes while I eat this pretty pussy.”

He nods approvingly and lowers himself once more, his eyes never break contact with you.

You inhale sharply when you feel him flatten his tongue against your slick, giving your slit one long slow lick up and over your clit.

Louder and louder you moan, there is no need to keep quiet here; there is only the two of you blanketed in soft moonlight.

He presses his hands into the groves of your hips to hold you down as he gets to work eating you out proper. Up and down he licks between your folds, sucking on your clit finally, in between. He cleans you up good, drinking deep of your honeyed nectar you so graciously give him.

He listens to every keen, mewl and moan. When the pleasure becomes too much you’re on the flat of your back once more, eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Each hard suck on your clit pulls tight the coil in your core, the fire burning brighter with each passing moment.

And just when the tension on your belly threatens to snap in glorious orgasm, suddenly the feeling stops completely. Quaritch having ceased his ministrations.

“Delicious, thank you for the meal.”

You whimper unabashedly, tears threatening your eyes as you look down at him with a confused lidded look.

“So sorry Sweetroll, but the first time your cumming is going to be on my cock; no exceptions.”

You watch with bated breath as he undoes the belt around his waist. Eagerly does he free his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. He’s already so fucking hard as he starts slowly pumping himself. He sees you bite your bottom lip as you drink in the sight of him. You lick your lips eagerly.

He feels himself twitch in his hand at the thought of you on your hands and knees as he throat fucks you till your insides are raw. But he’ll save that for another time. Right now the sweet musk of your cunt is beckoning him, and nothing is going to stop him answering the call.

He gathers some of your nectar to spread up and down his member, before he lines himself up with your entrance.

He looks down at you, eyes meeting yours.

“You ready baby? I don’t think I can be gentle,” you nod in response. He rubs his thick tip up and down your slick, gathering more of your nectar. When he finds our entrance, he slowly pushes in just the tip, gauging your reaction. Your eyes close as pleasure assaults every nerve of your body. You feel your cunt immediately drench, excited at the prospect of being utterly fucked full. He can’t help it, seeing your face like that, hearing you sing like that? His resolve all but shatters. In one fell fluid motion he pushes all of himself in up until the hilt, meeting no resistance.

The suddenness of him, feeling his long hard cock stuff the entirety of your pussy, you can’t help the scream that rips itself from your throat. There is a pleasure you didn’t think possible, but also a dull pain from the sudden stretch. You can feel the hairs of his crotch brush against your clit. He isn’t moving though, waiting for you to adjust to this new feeling.

“[Y/N]…Can I?” He’s trying to ask if he can move in between laboured breath. You nod almost immediately. The dull pain nothing you can’t handle.

“P-please move Quaritch,” you beg and he hums in response. You feel him lift both your legs, holding them up at the knees. He pulls out slowly till the tip, then slams back into you.

“Aaah!” You yell in pleasure at the friction gracing your inner walls. Quaritch takes in one deep breath, and he starts pumping into you with all the force he can muster. He is not gentle. He leans over your body, pushing your legs up and apart, granting easier access to your welcoming cunt.

It’s all too much, all too good. The pleasure is insurmountable. Touching yourself will never bring you pleasure like this. Each time he slams back into you, he crashes against your throbbing clit; lightning sparks through your veins, each nerve ending singing a chorus of pleasure, your body is burning in the flames of desire.  

You feel the coil tightening; the build-up of orgasm approaching far quicker than you anticipated.

“Fuck—fuck you feel so good baby,” Quaritch starts praising you. Despite the size disparity, you are tight, perfect, made just for him.

You can’t answer him with words, the only sounds escaping your swollen lips are sing-song moans. It strokes his ego something deep, to see you like this; folded in half, hair framing your face like a [h/c] halo, your face dusted in deep blush. And oh, the faces you make. You can’t be this cute. It should be illegal. If this was Earth, it would be illegal.

But he’s not on Earth. And you’re not Human. Such delicate sensibilities don’t apply out here 4 light years away. Besides. Eywa presented you before him oh so generously, and it would just be impolite to refuse such a gift.

“Q-Quaritch—I’m—” You can’t seem to get the words out, your orgasm approaching without mercy. He knows it though. The squeezes of your drenched cunt warning him. But he’s not ready for you to cum yet. He’s got one more little thing he wants to do.

“Don’t you dare cum [Y/N], you hear me? That’s an order,” he doesn’t relent his pace, the bastard. You close your eyes tight, trying through sheer force of will not to cum.

“Y-yes Sir,” he all but growls the moment you call him that, and you can’t help but smile cheekily. You feel his pace slow to deliberate thrusts. He doesn’t say anything but you feel his hands remove themselves from your legs and hear him fidget with something. You open your eyes in time to see him brandishing his belt in hand.

“Now hold still darling,” he instructs as he, without question, ties the belt around your neck, wrapping the leather around his left hand in tight coils.

“Do you trust me?” he asks as he smirks down at you. Your hand traces the belt around your neck, and your eyes meet his. You stare deep into those blue pools; he is brimming with lust, desire, and something so much deeper. You can’t explain it, but you trust this man with every fibre of your being.

“Yes…I trust you,” You give him the sweetest smile you can muster, and hold your left hand. He threads the fingers of his right hand through yours.

He picks up his pace, returning once again to that brutal pace before. He thrusts and hard as he can, pounding into your cunt with all the strength he has.

“Yesyesyesyes!” You chant eagerly, feeling your orgasm build up for the third time. Without warning, Quaritch pulls on the belt. It tightens around your neck, cutting off your oxygen.

Your eyes widen in sudden panick, reasling you can barely draw in any air. And that feeling, the leather as it bites into the skin of your neck, the tightness in your chest at the lack of air, it is delicious. Your cunt squeezes unabashedly around Quaritch and he huffs with a smirk.

He lets go of your hand then, you bring it up to your throat, grabbing the belt to try and relieve some of the tension.

“No you fucking don’t—!” Quaritch pulls tighter, and with his now free hand, grabs a hold of your tail—and pulls.

Your shut your eyes at the pleasure, tears falling freely down your face. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth hanging open. No sound escapes your parted lips.

“Such a good girl, you take my cock so well [Y/N]! No one will ever fuck you like I do! Don’t you ever forget that, you God damn hear me?”

You are unable to form any words, the only sound you can muster is a strained moan. Good enough for him.

“That’s it baby—FUCK—Take it all of me like the slut that you are. Throwing yourself at those boys, knowing full well you belong to ME!”

That does it.

The coil in your belly snaps violently, your pussy grabbing his cock in a tight vice as your orgasm wracks your body in glorious ecstasy. You ride the high for all you’re worth. The only sound your able to make is a quiet choke as you struggle to breath, eyes rolling back into your head.

Black spots appear along your vision from the lack of air. But you don’t care, your cunt is still cumming and hard, gushing relentlessly, bathing Quaritch in your heavenly nectar.

You feel his thrusts falter as you continue to squeeze him without mercy. And after a few final pumps, he cums with a load growl. He’s coating your slick walls in his hot seed. He pumps a few more times into you weakly, his hold on the be belt slackens, rewarding you with glorious air once more. You gasp greedily, taking in long slow breathes.

You lay there for a time. Drenched in all manner of bodily fluids. The smell of sex permeates your senses, and you blush, embarrassed suddenly by the activities. You feel Quaritch slowly pull his softened cock from you, the feeling of his cum slowly seeping from your slit giving you a dull pleasure.

Your hole feels utterly abused, but the pain throbs pleasurably, you find you don’t mind the feeling. You feel Quaritch untie and remove the belt from your neck. He hums approvingly at the bruise left in its wake and plants a kiss to your sensitive skin.

He moves up over your jaw to your lips, planting soft kisses along the way.

He kisses you deeply, you can taste yourself on his lips and it almost reignites the fire within you.

When he finally pulls away from the kiss, he’s staring down at you. There is something unreadable in his expression. He opens his mouth to speak. But when you blink, he’s gone.

The room is gone.

Instead, your eyes are greeted with the blinding light of morning; your senses suddenly assaulted with the burgeoning life of the day.

You sit up and immediately notice your clit is sensitive. You smile to yourself; your body must have cum while you dreamt. You stand and stretch, feeling utterly refreshed. You feel a bit bad leaving so suddenly, but that was out of your control. You’ll be sure to apologise in the next Dream.

You call for your ikran, and make the short journey back home. You are trying very hard to remember to wipe the stupid grin from your face. You make your way back to the family nest in the trees, grabbing the extra garments you hid near where you leave your ikran.

Everyone in your family is awake already. You can hear the sound of idle chatter and the smell of breakfast hits your nose. Good, you are practically starving. You don’t bother trying to be quiet as you make your way up. Just as you pull yourself up and onto the platform, it is your brother Lo’ak who addresses you first.

“Ahhh look who finally decided….to…” his voice trails off when he looks up to you.

“What the—WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK?!” Kiri yells as she immediately stands up and rushes over to you, cold hands immediately on you, turning you this way and that.

Your neck?

Oh.

OH!

Oh no…

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading!!! Hope it was to your liking! Apologies for any mistakes. It's 1am and I have working in the morning lmao TwT

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[satoru-is-the-way]

Avatar!Quaritch x Na'vi! Reader. 

MASTER LIST (AVATAR WAY OF WATER)

" Given Enough"

(Series!)

SPOILERS FOR AVATAR 2

A/N: PLEASE READ. So I have decided I am in love with Avatar Rick Quaritch. I can't help it. So here is my mini fanfiction. I will be basing the character and her village on Mayan culture-ish because well I am Mayan. It will still have Eywa and all the Avatar stuff, just more in-depth to another culture and their ways. I may borrow some animals from Avatar TLA because of the tribe idea I have. So if you recognize some of the animals that's why. I will be using the Yucatan Mayan language but with translations side by side for their own dialect. Any questions ask me! 

Warnings: Smut(SOME chapters I will add a warning), cussing, murder, derogatory names, death, depression, and more when added. 

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IF YOU WANT TO BE ON IT ASK! 

Summary:

(Y/n) (L/n) is the Olo'eyktan'a first born and future Tsahìk. She was raised to be a strong leader in wait of her time to be chosen a mate and take her mother's place. Their tribe is large in  numbers and strong-hearted. There is not much known about the people, the Kaminaljuyú. They had little contact with humans before Jake Sullivan sent them back into the stars. 

After a wounded Quaritch retreated he stumbled upon their village encountering (Y/n). She was unsure of him at first but saw this could be a sign of peace if she helped him. Her father approved of allowing him into the village for now. But Quaritch had his own plan. Why not fool the king's daughter? Use her to become the leader of what seemed to be the largest clan he had ever seen. Starting a civil war amongst the Navi would be the easiest way to get to Jake and the while Sullivan family,since human power cannot do it. 

But what happens when he falls in love? Does he follow through with his plan? Or stay dedicated to his kind, the humans? 

Chapters: 

1 -The Invader

2 -Flying is lesson one

3 -Seasons change (SMUT)

4-The Metkayina

5-Always the Fool

6 -Love (SMUT) (30th)

[nervousd]

Infatuation — prologue

→ Infatuation | m.list

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#SYNOPSIS— Recom Miles gets a briefing from his predecessor

#WARNING(S)— possessive behavior, unhealthy obsession, abuse of power, dark quaritch, yandere, stalking

#CHARACTER(S)— colonel miles quaritch, Recom! Miles Quaritch

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❝ In case you haven’t figured it out yet you’re Colonel Miles Quaritch. Only younger, taller and not nearly as good looking— what you won’t remember is my death because it hasn’t happened and it ain’t gonna— And if you are watching this it means I did get my ticket punched. Well whatever happens if your any clone of mine you’ll be looking for some payback that would be Jake Sully he’ll be the top of the list. But he ain’t the reason why I’m making this video log— no. We have more important matters to discuss ❞

Miles tail flicked agitated, he knew exactly who he was talking about. You were constant in this memories, haunting him ins his dreams with feathery touches and whispers.

❝ You see Jake sully took something from me. It belonged to me— and I’m not keen on sharing. No— the thought of even sharing her with you doesn’t sit right with me. You listen to me Colonel, if anything does happen to me than it’ll be your job to bring her back to me. I want her buried beside me in my grave— I rather have her dead than alive ❞ a slow grin curled up the corner of his lips ❝ What’s that sayin again? Not even death can do us part— yeah I like that ❞

He had a vague understanding of the Colonel’s infatuation with you. His memories were still fuzzy— incomplete. The scientist assured him that his memories will come back, bits and pieces. He remembers the basics of who he is but the most prominent memories were of you. His first contact with you. A small chance encounter and he was smitten, you however seemed to be uncomfortable near him. Walking on egg shells whenever he was around— not that his predecessor noticed. No— he was far too preoccupied daydreaming about you and the countless possibilities that could happen.

An immense portion of miles heart ached for you. You— a woman he’s never laid his eyes on had bewitched him. It was an odd feeling— to feel incomplete; to feel like a part of him was missing. This feeling would only escalate during sleepless nights when the cold crept up on his skin— he yearned for the warmth of your skin. But he wasn’t here to rekindle a past romance — no he was here to kill Jake Sully and bury you beside the Colonel. However, at one point his curiosity got the best of him and decided to do a throughout search of information in the RDA database. You were considered traitorous, to be taken alive if found. He scrolled through your profile finding old video logs.

When browsing through the logs, he heard your voice and his ears perked up. He stared at you with wide eyes, ears pointed toward your voice. Your eyes shone brightly as you rambled on about the various species of na'vi that lived on Pandora while making wide gestures. Your rant came to an end— instead you grimaced at a booming voice interrupting you ❝ Buttercup— the Colonel wants to see you ❞ It was his Corporal— Lyle Wainfleet. Miles tail flicked in annoyance, his gut twisted uncomfortably. A rumble vibrated through his chest as he expressed his annoyance.

From his scarce memories, he recalls that he typically sent Lyle to pick you up from the scientist, ready to hear about your report on the relationship with the na'vi. To see if there were any improvements or downfalls etc. However, this was just an excuse; he never actually paid attention to the report. No, he was far too busy ogling at you. Miles scowled, he wondered just how many times Lyle had referred to you with pet names. An unfamiliar feeling scratched at his chest. The video log abruptly ended, probably on your way to go meet his predecessor.

Miles huffed, tail slapping against the ground. It wasn’t enough— as much as he ached to hear your voice he felt the need to have your presence beside him. The only possibly way he could find you is by catching Jake Sully and taking the information from him. But you weren’t his— you were to be buried beside his predecessor; orders from him. Just a small moment— a minute of having you to himself and that would be enough to state him.

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑, 𝐌.𝐐

pairing: recom!quaritch x latina!recom!reader

summary: miles is not holding himself anymore around you.

author's note: so, i know reader speaks spanish but there's one reference to brazilian culture because we're still latino.

warnings: cussing, reader is a tease, miles is a thirst trap, he gets a boner in this one.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you like my work, and enjoy your reading.

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part 1

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"You know he's playing favorites, right?" Z-dog complained.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and bit on your bottom lip. Since she returned from the forest task she couldn't stop complaining about how the Colonel did her dirty.

"Chica, stop. You know he send you on the task because you whined" You murmured, staring at yourself in the mirror while braiding your hair, "Besides, why would he play favorites with me?"

"C'mon, you have to admit it was a little unfair," Walker said behind you, while her fingers worked on braiding your queue, "Since we woke up as recombinants, how many times did he bother to give you a task?"

You frowned, "I'm always by his side being Ardmore's bitch and trying to get us permission to hunt Sully!"

With Walker's help, your long hair was styled on boxer braids, divided into six equal parts, plus your queue braid in the middle of your head.

"Girl, you're a lieutenant. Being the Colonel's assistant isn't the same as being on a task force" Z-dog grinned teasingly. 

“Aye, vete a la mierda.” You chuckled. 

But they were right. Kind of, you told yourself. Quaritch did have enough reasons to send you to the forest task, but he didn't. He chose to be unfair to Z-dog, knowing it was the wrong thing to do. Why would he do that?

You and the girls were going to the hangout room inside the recom's quarters, where the team would be reunited to celebrate Lopez's birthday. You had made a little more effort than everybody else trying to make it a special occasion for your friend since you were the only one who could cook latinoamerican food. And you wouldn’t complain, you felt thankful for that. You missed your country so much, and you wouldn't miss the chance to cook something that for seconds could bring you back home. And Wainfleet was in charge of the cake, and he did a very good job as well. The rest of the team decorated the room with blue balloons to match the huge blue cake.

The whole squad was waiting inside the room as the lights were off, waiting for the birthday boy to come any minute now. Lopez came in with Miles right behind him. Looking around throughout the darkness, the corporal frowned with a confused face, but his features lightened up as soon the smell of Ropa Vieja reached his nostrils.

“Sorpresa!” Everyone screamed the moment Quaritch switched the lights on. You could remember how funny it was to teach them to roll their R's to pronunciate the word.

"Guys! I can't believe you did this all for me..." Lopez smiled.

"Our lovely Y/N did most of it" Colonel Quaritch blurted out, tapping Lopez's back but looking directly at you. You blushed at his words.

Cleaning your throat, you opened a large smile and pointed to the table; "But they decorated the room. And guess what? Lyle made this beautiful delicioso cake for you! We should leave it for dessert." 

You weren't so surprised when they ate it all. Not to be cocky about it, but not only you were a great cook, the food was also amazing. And in the end, it did bring you home.

Unfortunately, your efforts to teach them Spanish had their limits, and the team sang happy birthday in english. After Lopez gave you the first slice of cake, you played reggaeton to dance and celebrate.

"So, who's gonna dance with me?" You called out.

The eyes around the room watched your hips moving from side to side as you swayed through the floor. You called Lopez with your index. Walking to you, the corporal moved to the rhythm of the song. He placed a hand above your ass and you followed his lead, your hips meeting his, your tail entwined his leg.

Across the room, Quaritch enjoyed a glass of tequila and watched that scene. His eyes followed every step you took, as you swung in Lopez's arms, being caught in Mansk's embrace. Lyle hurried to dance with you as soon as he caught an opening to do so. 

"So cute," He thought. 

Those men were there, practically throwing themselves at your feet, but none of them could have you. At the end of the day, they weren't what you were looking for.

When your body met Lopez's again, your gaze met Miles'. As your friend's hand traveled through your body, the colonel's stare made you hot. You moved your hips slowly and seductively against Lopez's crotch, and you could see Quaritch's hand going to his own. Did I just give the colonel a boner? Yes, you did. And now you teased him on purpose, which aroused you even more.

Quaritch's upper lip twitched as his blood boiled. You rubbed your body to the others, but your eyes never left his. You were teasing him, wickedly and intentionally. His mind was running with dozens of ways he could teach you a lesson, while his cock was growing inside his trousers. 

And then you called for him. 

"Coronel," that sexy accent shouted, "won't you dance with me?" You pouted, innocently. He almost snarled at your audacity.

Miles smirked before taking a sip from his neat tequila, "Thanks sweet pie, but I'm good,"

"Then I won't dance anymore." You shrugged, leaving the center of the room where everyone was dancing.

You passed by the table and grabbed a couple of sweets along with a glass of tequila. You sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh to get balance. You crossed eyes again, and Miles squinted as you slightly squeezed his thigh.

You took a sip from your drink and a bite from the brown candy. The Colonel's eyes went from your hand to your lips as you chewed. You offered him the bonbon.

"Prove it," You cooed, "I made it myself."

Miles raised a curious brow, "What's this?"

"It's brigadeiro. Just eat, you'll like it." And he let you feed him. The tip of your thumb entered his mouth and touched his warm wet tongue. You pulled your hand back, quickly.

Miles' licked his lips clean, staring at you. You flushed but didn't let yourself be intimidated by him.

"How does it taste?" You asked, licking your thumb.

"Sweet," he replied, "just like you."

You snorted, "Careful, sir. I might start thinking you're flirting with me"

"Would you like that?" Quaritch questioned.

You looked around to see if someone was paying attention to your proximity to the Colonel. Fortunately, everyone was too drunk and entertained by the music to see something other than the drinks in their hands.

His huge blue hand gripped your thigh, squeezing it to call your eyes back to him.

"I asked you a question, Y/N" Miles smirked, "What's wrong? The gato got your tongue?"

You snickered, "You suck at spanish, Coronel."

"I could suck at other things, Teniente." He muttered under his breath. 

Miles was taking a blind shot. You could either turn your back and leave, or fall for his games and give yourself to him. It was a shot in the dark. But Miles is a well-trained marine, and even if he shot in the dark he would hit the target.

"You like to tease, don't you? Flirting all the time, teasing the corporals until they're all at your feet begging for your attention, just so you can deny them and do it all over again."

His thumb caressed your thigh softly. You could feel the tenderness in his touch. His other hand met your cheek, where his blue fingers traced lines through your features. 

"Don't start something you won't finish" You held back a whine when the tip of his finger brushed against your bottom lip.

"Oh, I could finish it..." Miles taunted, wickedly "But what would be the fun innit, sugar?"

[foxigemini]

Comfort

Pairing: Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Female Reader

Synonym: Quaritch comes home after a mission and needs your comfort.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm."

You watched as Quaritch slumped down on the armchair, your gaze automatically dropping to his spread legs.

"C'mere, darlin'," he said, patting his thigh. "I need you. Been a rough day."

Biting your lip at the surge of arousal shooting through your core at his voice, you walked over to him and sat down across his muscular thigh. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face to him. His yellow eyes looked into yours, his gaze full of hunger as he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. You moaned at the contact, his tongue demanding entrance to your mouth. You gladly gave it, tingles running through your body as his hand slipped underneath your t-shirt. Quaritch pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss, his arms around your frame and sliding up the side of your hips, his touch rough against your skin. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth deeper, hungry, and intense. He shuddered and there was a sound from the back of his throat, something between half a growl and half a moan that sent a jolt of arousal through your lower belly.

"Take off your clothes for me," he commanded as he pulled away from the kiss, his voice barely a husky mumble.

Meeting his gaze, you stood up at his command, your face flushed with heat as his eyes studied your every movement when you started to undress. He sat there quietly, silently watching you. Your pulse quickened as piece by piece of your clothes fell to the floor and you finally stood there naked before him. Quaritch took your hand and pulled you down across his lap, his mouth engulfing one of your tits. You gasped, moaned as he sucked on your sensitive nipple.

"Oh, Miles...," you exhaled softly and started rubbing your pussy against his thigh. You wanted him, needed him inside you, the erotic contrast of your naked body against his fully clothed one making you tremble in his hands.

Quaritch growled, his hard dick twitching at the feeling of you rubbing against his thigh. He opened his pants without effort, his hand giving your ass a gentle slap, silently ordering you to lift your hips.

"Gonna fuck you real good, princess. Fill your pretty pussy with my cum," Quaritch muttered as he wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it to the wet entrance between your thighs. His other hand grabbed a handful of your ass, lowering you down onto his dick. The head popped in, both of you moaning as you lowered yourself onto him.

"Fuck, Quaritch," you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You feel so good, baby. So fucking wet and tight..." he rasped as you started moving up and down his cock, your perfect pussy engulfing him so deeply he could feel himself throb and shiver every time the head of his cock pushed against your g-spot.

You let out a soft gasp when Quaritch suddenly lifted you up with ease. Wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, you moaned as he started thrusting up into you, each thrust of his cock sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!" you moaned at every thrust against that sweet spot deep inside you that he pleasured so perfectly.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, baby?"

"Yesss," you gasped and wrapped your arms tighter around his thick neck. "Please, fuck me harder, Miles. Make me come all over your big cock."

"Fuck," Quaritch grunted and clenched his jaw as he upped the speed, pounding you like a jackhammer until you both came, his cum ejecting inside your fluttering, clenching pussy.

Gasping for air as your orgasm slowly subsided, you giggled softly and rested your forehead on his shoulder as he slumped back down on the armchair.

"I love you," you said out of breath as you lifted your head and smiled down at him.

"I love you too. And you're mine. Forever," Quaritch hummed as he placed a possessive hand around your throat and ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

Smilingly, you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Forever."

[mechformers]

Mech's Library - under construction 🚧

I figured it was time to make a masterpost (or masterlist, if you prefer) to collect all the fics I've written, here on Tumblr, in one place. For the moment, this masterpost will only cover Avatar (2009) and Avatar: The Way of Water as they are the main ones I write for at the moment.

Requests are open though, so feel free to ask for something!

H!Reader = human reader

(The guidelines)

Colonel Miles S. Quaritch

Ma Miles Tw: NSFW, Slow Burn, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, HEA Pairing: Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader Summary: When your son is taken, left behind by your Toruk Makto, you desperately go on the hunt for your boy. Knowing who took him, knowing that nothing good awaits him, you search high and low through the battlefield of Pandora, praying that Eywa will guide your way.

No Way - Coming Soon Tw: NSFW, body worship, stomach bulge, HEA Pairing: Quaritch x plus size h!Reader Summary: Quaritch has seen you around base. You're not the type he'd go for, but in the quiet of his room at night, your face is the only image he sees. What harm could it cause to take you for a ride?

We're Not Even the Same Species - Coming soon Tw: NSFW, Unplanned Pregnancy, hurt/comfort, HEA Pairing: Quaritch x h!Reader Summary: Quaritch uses you as a fuck buddy, too afraid of what the squeezing sensation in his chest, every time he saw you, would mean. Somehow, he manages to knock you up only to deny his part in the kid's creation. After all, you're not even the same species.

Tsu'ty te Rongloa Ateyitan

Ma Tsu'tey - Coming Soon Tw: NSFW, Unplanned Pregnancy, hurt/comfort, HEA Pairing: Tsu'tey x human!Reader Summary: During the hunt festival, Tsu'tey drinks too much. Excusing himself to get some fresh air, he finds himself at Utraya Mokri to seek comfort. Instead, he finds you there, the human Jakesully brought with him to the Omatikaya. The very bane of his existence. Right then though, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. When morning comes, however, Eywa's clarity comes with it. Tsu'tey flees, and then... the humans attack Hometree and Tsu'tey falls from the skies.

Reypaytun Tw: NSFW, Period blood, puddy eating, hurt/comfort Pairing: Tsu'tey x human!Reader) Summary: When Tsu'tey falls for a sky demon, he thought that would be the lowest he'd ever fall. When you agreed to move into his kelku, he knew he could never be happier. Until a few days later, after a night of passionate lovemaking, Tsu'tey wakes up to blood smeared between your thighs. Hurting you, even accidentally... There would be no greater shame.

Jake Sully

TBC

Tonowari

Daddy... huh? Tw: NSFW, puddy eating, p in v, stomach bulge, fudged dumb Pairing: Tonowari x human!Reader Summary: Oversensitive and head clouded with pleasure, you accidentally call Tonowari Daddy, which has... surprisingly delicious consequences.

Others

You're alright, kiddo... Tw: SFW - Pairing: Spider & gn!Reader + Quaritch & gn!Reader Summary:

The Choice - Coming Soon Tw: NSFW, Threesome, competitiveness, friendship, HEA Pairing: Summary:

TBC

[babyjackdaniels]

[rehua]

[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 )

[whoreish-behaviour]

Revenant 9

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8

App my taglist is 'too long' for tumblr to handle so I will have to post half here and half in the comments <33

Na'vi!Colonel Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader

This is just straight filth, lemme be honest- 1.4k words of head lmaoo

Warnings >~< = M!oral, throat-fucking, finger sucking?, spitting, hair-pulling, mild overstim (not even sorry anymore lol)

Listen trust me 🙏

You shivered as you felt Miles reach down - brushing away the hair from your face and tracing his hand under your jaw, tilting your face up at him.

You were on your knees, the ground cold below you as you swayed your tail left and right, your nerves building as the man above you stared down at you.

'Open.'

His voice was strained as you did as you were told, your full lips opening and inviting him to pressing his thumb flat to your tongue.

He felt the muscle twitch, your eyes blinking up at him and waiting for his order like an obedient puppy.

'Now suck - keep your teeth off and make sure to move your tongue.' He spoke lowly, eyes watching intently as you closed your mouth around his thumb, the pure heat fogging up his brain.

You felt your throat bob as you sucked, your ears perked up in hopes of catching any sort of praise he'd throw your way.

'Good girl princess, keep going.'

Making sure you moved your tongue as he said, you nodded - beginning to suck harder, his thumb sliding deeper and deeper.

Miles felt his breathing grow heavy, sucking in oxygen like it was his last - his eyes glued to the sight below.

You fluttering lashes is what broke him, the quiet hum around his finger as you enjoyed yourself proving too much.

The suction pop! of your lips was audible as he pulled his thumb from your mouth, your eyes now wide and waiting - mouth agape.

You swallowed quickly, adjusting yourself as you watched Miles reach for his belt, his hands enveloping the small buckle - the thing tiny in comparison.

You heard him breath out deeply, throwing open the buckle - thumb and forefinger now on his button.

You inhaled as he opened it, fingers slipping below the band of his shorts and boxers. Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you ran your teeth along it.

You felt a pool of saliva begin to collect as you watched him begin to pull down the clothing, more of his blue skin becoming visible.

Shuffling even closer, you leaned towards his hands that were now reaching into his boxers, your eyes widening as he pulled out his cock.

Miles watched as you dropped your lip from your mouth, your eyes glued to him.

He was huge, prominent veins decorating him from the base all the way to the tip - that’s was lighter in comparison to the rest of him.

Smirking, he began to pump himself, hissing when he used to thumb to collect his pre - the same one that was still wet from your saliva.

'Miles, please.' You begged, peeking your eyes up at him.

'Sure you can even handle me, princess?' He chuckled shallowly, your desperation only feeding his desire.

You nodded quickly, your hair moving from you enthusiasm.

'Please?' You tried again, hesitantly moving your hand up to wear his was gripping his cock. Once he didn't tell you to back away, your leaned up higher - mouth watering.

Slowly, he let go - your much smaller one taking over, your fingertips not even touching as your wrapped your hand around him.

'Spit on it.'

Looking up, you nodded once- holding eye contact as you lifted him up, lowering yourself and opening your mouth, tongue poking out.

Starting from the base, you pressed your tongue against him - sliding along the underneath until you reached the pinkish tip.

His groan made your ears twitch, heart jumping in your chest as you swirled your tongue slowly on the head, pulling back slightly and puckering up your lips.

His stomach tensed as your saliva coated him, the tip now shining.

You then took the hand holding the base of him, replicating his earlier actions and beginning to pump - spreading both your saliva and his pre until everything felt slippery and wet.

Feeling a large hand on your head made you look up, hand moving faster.

Above you, Miles looked as though he was loosing his mind - his body tensing and twitching - mouth echoing the filthiest of words and groans.

'That's a good girl.'

‘So pretty down on your knees.’

‘You like it that much? I can see your tail fuckin’ wagging.’

You had done that to him..

With your building confidence, you moved in again - opening your lips and now taking the throbbing head into your mouth.

You whined as his taste hit you, beginning to suck the skin gingerly as more seemed to pour out.

Closing your eyes, you sucked harder and harder, the hand pumping him speeding up until your spit from before began to collect near your suction on him.

Miles threw his head back as he felt your tongue run over his slit, dipping in before swirling around him again.

You felt the hand on you head begin to grasp your hair, your whimper being drowned out by the sickening sucking sounds.

'Come on princess, you can take me deeper than that.' Glancing up at him, you tilted your head to the side, holding eye contact as your took him deeper.

Miles watched as your throat bobbed up and down, groaning out when you lowered yourself on him- tears building up in your eyes but you kept going.

His mind was completely shutting down, stomach constricting as he felt his high approach. You were halfway down his cock, your smaller hand still pumping what you couldn't fit.

'So good for me..' He trailed off, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes as your desperately milked him, both your ears twitching at the obscene noises bouncing off the walls.

'All for me.'

You moaned around him, your mouth and lips completely coated with him - his scent intoxicating your mind as you sped up, tail constantly moving behind you.

Miles sucked in air through his nose, feeling himself getting choked up as his high began to peak, leaning his body over yours - his free hand grasping the edge of the table and the other following your continuous bobbing.

'F-fuck, just like take ..shit!' He screwed his eyes shut as you dug your other hand into his thigh - your claws creating a delicious spark of pain through his body.

'Pull off princess, I'm gonna - Fuck, I'm gonna come.' He ordered, using the grip on your hair to try and pull you back.

He furrowed his eyes brows when you whined, sucking down on him harder and gently shaking your head.

'Fuck's sake, off all times to not listen-' He groaned, shaking his head as he felt his high approach, your whimpering only fuelling him as he tightly gripped your hair in his fist.

You were persistent however, wedging yourself closer to between his legs - closing your eyes as his taste seemed to drug you.

'If you don't pull off, I'm gonna fucking come inside you.' He warned, his hand on the table being his only support as he felt himself crumble from his impending orgasm.

Still, you refused.

Looking down at where you were sat, ready to scold you and your listening skills , he felt his mouth go dry.

He couldn't help but stare as you rocked your hips against absolutely nothing, poor pussy seeking any stimulation it could get.

That was his final straw, his mind completely drunk as his high hit him full force.

Your eyes widened as his hips began to fuck into you, the hand on your head keeping you where you were as his cock slid in and out, moving deeper each time.

You blinked back your tears the the tip nudged the back of your throat, your nails digging deeper into his thigh.

You whined as a warm liquid began to gush into your mouth, your eyes opening halfway as you watched his rocking hips.

You sucked as best you could, his girth now pressing your tongue flat to the bottom of your mouth, making sure your fangs didn't dig, the tips barely grazing.

You swallowed in unison to his thrusts, your head still under his hand while he gripped onto you.

Eventually he slowed to a stop, his pants above your making your eyes bright.

Gently, you moved back - his softening cock leaving the wet cavern of your mouth, completely dripping in your saliva and come.

Blinking up at him, you watched him try and catch his breath - eyes closed. You licked your lips, before taking your chance and moving in again.

He was too busy coming down to notice your movements, only opening his eyes and groaning when he felt your soft tongue again.

He looked down as you lapped your tongue along his base, collecting all the wetness there on your tongue - before sucking it down and moving to the next area, closer to his tip each time.

Closing his eyes again, he sighed out in appreciation, humming when your sharp canines grazed over the sensitive areas.

He felt his body stutter from overstimulation when you reached his head, gently licking away to yourself - eyes hooded and blinks slow.

Once you deemed him done, you pulled away - lifting your hand to wipe your chin with you finger, sucking it into your mouth after.

Feeling the shadow above you disappear, you looked up at Miles as you slipped your finger out with a pop.

You eyes hadn't even fully landed on him when you felt your self being picked up off the ground, your chest colliding his.

You eyes widened as you were now nose to nose, his eyes staring intently into yours - his face soft and ears perked up.

You felt his hands slip under your ass, a hand on each cheek supporting you. You blushed when you felt how exposed you were, the only clothing you had on being your chest piece.

Wrapping your legs around his narrow waist, your hands automatically went around his neck - fingers intertwining.

Miles couldn’t help but be infatuated with you, your gentle eyes blinking at him, lashes thick and long.

Licking his lips, he bounced between gazing at your lips and eyes - leaning in closer, your scent completely enveloping him.

You were the one to finally connect you, your plump lips soft against his - your bodies moving as one.

You whined into his mouth as you felt his hands squeezed you tighter, your nipples sensitive pressed up against his chest.

He didn’t dominate you this time, just enjoyed you being so close, your body practically melting into his as you kissed.

He smiled as continuous waves of air hit his hands, your tail moving rabidly behind you, his own gently swaying behind him.

Eventually you both pulled away, panting softy as you touched foreheads.

Closing your eyes, you basked in his very essence - both your scents mixing in the air as you relaxed against him, moving to rest in the crook of his neck.

You felt him sigh into you, tilting his head to lean it against yours - his breaths arising goosebumps along your skin.

Just as began to drift off, your eyes drooping, you felt Miles gently pat your ass - pulling you back to him and out of your head.

‘Come on princess, let’s get you out of here.’

…

‘Mask on, don’t want you falling sleep and forgetting.’

You nodded lazily, reaching for it around your neck and pressing it to your mouth and nose.

You were both dressed again, the pants on you big and baggy.

He laughed to himself when your grimaced putting them back on.

Miles crossed his arms at your slow movement’s and droopy eyes before sighing - reaching out and overtaking.

You let go as he kept the mask pressed firmly, his other hand reaching for the band as he wrapped it around you head.

Once he was sure it was comfortable and didn’t disturb your ears, he moved away - grazing at your tried face, soft eyes already watching him.

‘Come on.’ He patted his collarbones with one hand before reaching out and grasping your waist.

Once you had wrapped your arms around him, head already nosing your way under his cheek and into his neck, he effortlessly picked you up - your thighs snug to his waist.

He could feel you going dead weight in his arms as he made his way out the room, the hiss of the door making your ears twitch but you didn't budge.

'Such a baby.' He mumbled, smirk creeping onto his lips when you didn't even defend yourself, just hummed quietly - moving in closer to his warmth.

The ship floor was cold against his feet while he carried you, the halls empty as he made his way to where his temporarily assigned room was.

What he wasn’t expecting however, was the sudden appearance of a blue soldier.

Who also happened to be his second in command.

His steps immediately seized, shoulders tensing as Lyle stared at him, eyes wide at his colonel.

It was silent for a beat, neither of the men moving or saying a word - just silently taking in what the fuck was happening.

Clearing his throat, Miles opted to just act as though nothing was wrong with this.

As though he wasn't carrying his hostage, all tucked to his chest.

As though you didn't belong to the race he believed he hated.

'Lyle.' He nodded, before side-stepping the man and continuing on. He didn't stop until he was at his door, entering the keypad and immediately walking in.

He breathed in deep, when the seal on the door was replaced.

Crossing over to the bed, he stood besides it before gently shaking you in his arms.

'____. Princess, wake up.' He tried again, attempting to look down at you under him. You hummed in response, ears perking up as you opened your eyes.

Pulling back slightly so he could see you, you made a noise of acknowledgement.

'I'm gonna sit you down.' He told you, waiting until you nodded in response before leaning over and sitting you on edge of the the cold sheets.

He then turned away, walking over to the small two drawer dresser, sliding it open and pulling out the two navy sweats supplied.

Turning back to you, he watched you rub your eyes as he walked back to where you were sat.

Placing the clothes beside you, he kneeled down and sat on his hutches.

Reaching over, he slid his fingers into the waistband of your pants , thumbing at the button until it popped open and pulling the material down.

'Lift up.'

Once the they were removed, he reached for the sweats - bending over and placing your feet in the holes. Once they were at your knees, he stood up and gently took your hand.

'Stand up for me..' You did as you were told, eyes unfocused as he finished dressing you.

'You can lay down.' You nodded, looking up at him one more time before turning to the bed.

The sheets were thin as you climbed under them, resting on your side and your head on the pillow. You watched Miles as he reached over you and at the wall.

You picked up an audible click and a sliding sound, ears perking up against the pillow.

Rolling over so your back was to him, you gasped quietly to yourself as the ocean came into view.

Propping yourself up slightly, you shuffled closer to the window until your nose was almost pressed up against it, lifting the arm that wasn't supporting you to the cold surface.

You danced your fingertip along the glass, smiling as you watched the waves below crash into one another.

The window wasn't massive in height, but it ran along the entire wall of the small room, your eyes lighting up the more you looked out.

Miles watched you quietly as he changed, slipping off his cargos and pulling the sweats up his legs.

Stretching his shoulders out and clicking his neck, he moved in closer before slipping in beside you. He gave you a few minutes before gently laying his arm across your stomach, wanting your attention back on him.

Looking over your shoulder at him , you smiled - dropping your hand from the window and sliding it under the sheets, your one finger cold as your placed your hand on his forearm.

Laying down once again, you rolled over to face him, chests brushing and his arm unmoving.

You blinked at him slowly, showing him just how safe you felt in this moment with him, moving your tail until it wrapped over his legs, the weight heavy in a comforting way.

Using his arm, he gently pulled you until there wasn't a centimetre between you, noses brushing.

You smiled as you felt his tail moving up until it rested against your thigh, the end soft as it wrapped around you - similar to his arm.

Sighing when you felt your sleepiness seep back in, you rested your head against his collarbones - using the last of your energy to gently rub your cheek against him.

Scenting him.

Feeling his arm tightening around you, the tips of his finger pressing in and keeping you close, you hummed when he smelt of you, ears perked up.

'Thank you.'

Miles felt your smile against him as the Na'vi words left his lips, his head sinking deeper into the pillow below as both your scents swirled in the air.

Before you ask, I KNOW THEY HAVEN'T FUCKED- u gotta wait it's gonna be good 😏

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What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 7

word count: 4611

Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: smut, light bondage, dirty talk, pregnancy sex, light degradation, p in v, family, fluff, feelings, crying, comfort, acceptance

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long everyone! Hope you enjoy :)))

<previous chapter> | 7 |

The sound of rain pulls you from slumber. The air is thick and humid this morning. You breath deep, the salty air filling your lungs, wiping away the last dregs of sleep.

Your beloved is not beside you; ever the early morning riser that one. Neither are the twins nor Spider, you notice.

With a groan you slowly sit yourself up, having to exert more effort than usual. Once up, your hand moves to the swell of your belly. Shouldn’t be too long now before this one joins your ever-growing little family. You estimate you have about 2 months to go.

You open your home to allow the fresh air in. You reach out to gather some of the cool summer rainwater in your hands, splashing it on your face. You light a small fire in the pit, then set about preparing some meats to cook for breakfast. While those sizzle, you then prepare some fresh fruit that had been left outside your doorstep; the clan often leave you things as their way of helping, knowing you’re due almost any day now.

“Somethin’ smells good,” your ear perk up at the sound of Miles’ voice.

“Good morning, husband,” you greet but don’t turn around. You don’t have to, because before you finish speaking, his arms are already around you. His hot breath tickles the back of your neck as he leaves soft kisses there.

“How’re my best girls this morning?” his hands gently cup the swell of your belly, gently swaying the two of you to some unheard tune. He presses his chest to your bare back, the cool wet skin of his sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Oh? And how do you know we are not blessed with more sons?” You smile at him over your shoulder.

“Father’s intuition sweetheart,” He leans to the side presses a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls back, pressing the side of his face to yours as he peers over your shoulder as you continue preparing fruit.

You hum thoughtfully at his words. You wouldn’t mind having a daughter. Or two. Eywa have mercy if you have another set of twins. Speaking of your children…

“Where are the boys?”

“Spider took them swimming, they’re at the heated pools in the jungle.” You make a noncommittal noise in acknowledgement.

“You know…with the kids busy, we have a little time to ourselves right now…” his hands travel from your belly, slowly tracing the length of your arms, before his hands rest in the crook of your neck. He starts massaging the base of your head with his thumbs. Your eyes close at the pleasurable sensation, moaning unexpectedly.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” You tease him with a side eyed look. He grins down at you, eyes glazed over with desire. His gaze alone sends a pleasurable throb straight down to your core.

“Can’t help it darlin’. Seeing you like this, all big, belly swollen, and knowin’ it’s cuz of me? It does somethin’ to a man,” he bites the tip of your ear, and you let out an involuntary whimper; he knows all of your erogenous zones, and they become far more sensitive during pregnancy.

“Show me then my love, show me what I do to you.”

---

He has you trapped between his legs. Your back pressed to his chest as you lean back, head resting on his shoulder as you gasp between moans.

Your legs are draped over his thighs, keeping you spread. One hand gently massages the flesh of your breast, fingers occasionally pinching your pert nipple.

His other hand is busy at your core, 3 fingers deftly working their way in an out of your warm centre, making filthy squelches with each thrust. Your arousal coats his fingers and your thighs in inviting wetness. You are more than ready for him. But he loves playing with you, especially when you are at his mercy.

He removes his middle finger, bringing it to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in your slick. His finger glides over with ease thanks to your gushing nectar.

“Oh fuck…Miles right there—YES!” Your voice is breathless as you beg him for release; the pleasure coursing through you burning hotter as you approach the precipice of desire.

He returns his fingers to your inviting warmth, your walls sucking him in greedily. His fingers meet no resistance with how wet you are. He fucks his fingers into you faster this time, the palm of hand slapping against your clit, sending you further into the throws of passion. The symphony of your pleasure comes crashing down on you; the orgasm hitting you with a resounding crescendo. A rough press to your clit has you squirting much to yours and his delight.

“That’s it baby, you always perform so well for me.” Miles whispers into your ear, nipping at the nape of your neck. The feeling of your inviting walls clenching around his fingers sends blood straight to his hardened aching cock.

This was always the ritual. Always would he bring you to glorious orgasm, before chasing his own pleasure. Even if the two of you had an argument, falling into something in line with hate sex, he made sure to prepare you well. No matter what, you were always at the forefront of his mind.

You rest your entire weight against him, chest heaving with each laboured breath. Your skin is sticky with sweat, pussy throbbing, your release leaking all over the floor. You feel Miles’ hardness press into your lower back. He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Do you need a minute?” He asks ever to tenderly.

“For you my love? Never.” You turn yourself as much as you can, arms reaching for him. He understands what you want, immediately turning you to him. He pulls your arms around his neck, securing his behind your back, then crashing his lips to yours.

The kiss is bruising. He sucks on your lips, pressing his tongue to yours, drinking you in greedily as though you were destined to fade. He swallows the moan you release into his mouth. His hand moves to the base of your queue and he pulls you back.

Your eyes are mystified, glazed over from residual pleasure, but alight once more at the promise you see in his own eyes. They are dark with want, pupils dilated with heady need. He licks his teeth as he studies your face, a smirk forming on his lips.

He stands up, pulling you with him. You watch him curiously as he moves elsewhere, searching; there is an amusing flick of the tail when he finds it. He holds the item triumphantly in the air before coming back to you.

Ah. Rope.

He always did love restraints.

“You trust me, sweetheart?” You scoff, almost offended he needs to ask you for umpteenth time.

“Since our first night in the Dream my love. Always and forever.” Your smile is matched by his own.

“Hold your hands up, behind your head.” You do as instructed. The rope this not too thick, black and woven with expertise only a machine could craft. It was something you brought with you all those years ago. You figured it would be most useful; nothing hand crafted had yet matched it in quality. What you hadn’t expected was for your mate to use it in such, creative ways. Not that you complain; you were of course more than delighted to engage in his fantasies.

He fastens your wrists together tightly. The length is then wound around your neck, dropping between your breasts before he loops it around your mounds. It lowers through your cleavage and around the back; always he keeps it away from your belly. He nudges your legs apart. The rope is then wrapped around each hip and thigh.

He moves behind you then, pulling your fastened hands behind his head. His hands roam over you in reverence, from the swell of your breasts, to the expanse of your thighs, not a single inch of skin is left unworshipped. He gives the rope a final tug to make sure all is secure.

He kisses the side of your temple, and you feel him take a hold of your queue, joining it with his own. The low guttural moan he makes sends a spark of pleasure down your spine, straight to your cunt. You feel yourself becoming slick once more, not that you need even more prepping in the first place.

He grabs the rest of the rope in his right hand, before wrapping it around your front, nestling his arm between your breasts. He lowers his left hand until it reaches the back of your knee. You know without having to be told, and lift your leg. He holds your leg up as far as you can stretch; you are thankful to be so pliable after all these years. The position has your now aching core wide open, glistening in the fire light as you leak down your own leg.

You let out a soft moan as you feel the hardness of his naked cock rub against your slit, coating himself in your prior release. He lines himself up with your entrance, his head just breaching the opening.

“I love you, [Y/N],” he whispers into your ear before he buries himself in you to the hilt with one hard thrust. The sudden stretch burns in a delightful way, you hope you never get used to his size. You can’t help the sudden yelp of moan.

“Fucking hell baby, you’re so wet. And it’s all for me. My perfect little mate, with her perfect little cunt.”

The filth of his words causes a whimper to fall from your lips, but your walls clentch the scorching member inside you. Miles lets out a shaking laugh laced with pleasure.

“Pretty little thing you are. Always. So. Fucking. Perfect!” Each word is punctured with a hard thrust in and out of you. His long cock caressing the soft spongy flesh of your walls, finding that special spot that drives you wild and beyond reason. Greedily your walls clamp around him, begging his release and your own.

“You like that, darling? You’re always such a needy bitch in heat. Like it when your mate talks to you like that, huh?” He pulls on the rope, tightening the restraints all around you. The skin under the rope becoming warmer and reddening. You let out a straggled cry, mouth agape, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

The pleasure mounting in you growing with every passing moment. Your hands find purchase on his braid, holding on tight. He groans into your ear, the sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. It reverberates through your bones, to know your mate is so in the throes of pleasure, stokes fire in your own belly; your arousal covering his own.

He grabs your other leg, and suddenly you are hoisted into the air. You yelp with surprise, but he holds you firm. His pace is relentless, still thrusting up into your welcoming heat. Such display of strength only spurs you on further. There comes a dull ache in your legs from the strain of being held up, but also the tightness of the rope cutting into your joints.

The pain and pleasure mix wonderfully, pulling you over the edge and into your waiting orgasm. You moan loudly, almost a scream, Miles’ name spills from your lips in high pitch mewls. He doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm to another, causing your to squirt all over his cock.

Tears flow freely from your eyes at the overstimulation, but by the Great Mother does it feel heavenly. Your ecstasy assaults him through the bond, finally sending him over the edge. His mouth bites down hard into your shoulder as he cums, shooting his seed up into your inviting warmth. Your walls clench him greedily, milking him till he is spent. There is a falter in his legs, you can almost feel the strain in his arms as he tries to keep you up as his pleasure wracks him to the core.

Finally though, he gently lowers you to the ground, falling onto his knees once your feet are firmly planted. You use him as leverage, lowering yourself before him. He rests his head to your shoulder, hands immediately finding your belly, resting them there.

Time passes slowly, filled with the smell of your sex and the sound of your joint laboured breaths. Slowly, Miles starts removing the rope from your person, throwing it somewhere out of sight once done. You collapse into his embrace once more, turning to your side as you lean against him. He cradles you in his arms, pressing delicate kisses to your hair.

You feel hot and sticky, but thoroughly fucked. You couldn’t be happier, tail wrapping around you both.

“You okay?” He asks, always, after any session in which he ties you up. His hands find your wrists, gently massaging the bruised skin.

“Always my love. Just a little worn out.” You close your eyes and lean into him more, never wanting this feeling to end. This peace and tranquillity.

---

Your mind drifts to the day, nearly 5 years ago, when you first landed on the island.

The Olo'eyktan and Tsahik came to greet you, as well as many members of the clan. They were surprised to see forest people; some never having seen any before. They gawked and stared unashamedly. They were more surprised though, by Spider’s presence. A Sky People child, painted with stripes, dressed in forest garb? What a spectacle!

The Tsahik had hissed when she caught sight of him, demanding that you take the Demon Child back from where you found it.

With great restraint you held your tongue, explaining instead that you cannot and would not go back. You wanted no part in the war with the Sky People, and neither did your mate. All you wanted was uturu. Some place far away from conflict. You explained that the Human boy, was in fact your mate's son, just without an Avatar body.

She was taken aback then, but grabbed your hand, noting the four fingers. She declared you too were of Demon blood, not true Na’vi. None of you were. Why should they let you stay? You looked to the Olo'eyktan then, pleading with your eyes. You gestured to Spider, saying that if he could adapt to live amongst Forest Na’vi, then you could all adapt, that you will adapt.

The Tsahik scoffed, walked around you three to inspect your tails. She stopped abruptly behind your mate, staring at his back. Her hand came to rest on the space between his shoulders. You saw the tenseness in his shoulders, wrapping his tail around his leg, hands clenched. He sends you a worried look, but you shrug, unsure of what she was doing.

You see her brows furrow. She removes her hand then, like she has been burnt, before returning to her mate’s side. She speaks low to him.

“That one, has been touched by Eywa.” The Olo'eyktan’s head shoots up as he stares at Miles, then looks back down to his mate for clarity.

“Touched?” He asks in shocked whisper. She clicks her tongue, annoyed at the events unfolding before her.

“Yes. Touched. Whether literal or spiritual, I cannot say for sure. But it is there. I feel it.” She squints at Miles, wholly distrusting of his person.

‘By the stars themselves, what could the Great Mother possibly have seen in this one?’ she thinks to herself.

“What of the boy? How will he live amongst us, if he cannot breathe our air?” The Tsahik gestures to Spider, who has been standing beside you awkwardly. You put a comforting hand around his shoulder, pressing him closer into your side.

“You need not worry. This Sky People-made mask will keep him safe.” You tap the mask gently. You’re not sure how much these people know of Human technology, but you don’t explain further. You send a silent thank you to Norm, Max and all the other scientists back home.

Just before your departure, you had decided Spider could not come with, intent to leave him behind, no matter how much it broke your heart. There would be no feasible way to replenish his oxygen packs supply. But Eywa smiled upon you. The humans, the engineers they were called, came forth with a new designed mask. It did not need oxygen packs like the old ones, instead filtered the air itself for safe breathing. It worked underwater too. It was sturdier too, strong as Na’vi bones they boasted.

Her eyes roam over you, then Spider, than up to your mate. She questions then, what skills you Forest folk could possibly bring to their shores. Your mate steps forward then, proudly stating he is a warrior, willing to fight anyone to prove his worth. The Olo'eyktan holds up his hand, stating that it wasn’t necessary, at least not yet.

The Tsahik’s eyes rake over you again, making you feel self-conscious. You see her gaze linger on your chest and your hips.

“You…Your patterns are of Forest folk, but your body is not.” It is more so a statement than a question, but demands an answer all the same.

“You are correct, Tsahik. My mother was true born Na’vi, of the Omatikaya clan. My father is…like my mate. Born of the Sky People.” She makes a disgruntled noise, but says nothing else.

After a moment of silence, she looks back up at her mate, and gives him the faintest of nods.

The Olo'eyktan announces then, that you three are welcome and are to be treated like their brothers and sisters. He warns them to be gentle with the Human, try not to gawk at him too much as there was still a village to look after. You thank him profusely, tears threating to fall at corner of your eyes. His smile is warm and welcoming, and the relief you feel is near palpable.

---

You and Miles decide to pack the food into a basket and bring it to the children. As the two of you are making your way along the beach to the path that would lead into the jungle, you are greeted by the sight of your two young sons running at you, Spider taking up the rear in a slow jog.

“Mama! Papa!” They yell in unison, arms outstretched as they crash into your legs.

“Good morning my little starlights! And to you too Spider, thank you so much for taking such good care of them,” You pick up Rawm as Miles does Taxun. Spider smiles up at the both of you, out of breath from the run.

“It’s no trouble [Y/N]. I already know what it’s like to have younger brothers.” He takes note of the basket Miles is holding, helping himself to the fruit inside. Your smile becomes a little sad at the memory of your family. You don’t have time to dwell on it though, as the kids notice Spider eating and immediately demand to be fed.

And so the 5 of you sit on the nearby rocks in the shade, enjoying the meats and fruits. It doesn’t last long, as the twins eat far too fast for your liking, before they start pulling Spider toward the ocean, wanting to swim in the cool water now that the sun was out. He of course obliges without fuss, and you giggle as you watch them splash about in the water.

The sun hangs high in the sky now, midday you presume. You enjoy the cool breeze kissing your skin, and the soft caress of your husband as he traces the glowing freckles on your back.

You are quiet, but there is gentleness in your eyes, a soft smile on your lips.

“Whatcha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Miles asks you, and you keep your eyes forward, smile widening.

“Our future.” Your voice is soft as the sand between your toes.

He hums in agreement, and kisses your check.

“Yeah…me too.”

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You’re not sure how much time passes, perhaps not even an hour, when you here your name being called. You look to see the Olo'eyktan’s daughter coming to you hastily.

Your heart skips a beat at her urgency.

“[Y/N]! You must come quick! Follow me!”

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Did you not hear the horns?!” She asks as she speeds off, expecting you to follow. You look to your mate, both of you have a confused expression. Neither of you heard it, too engrossed in watching your family. The kids probably didn’t hear anything amongst their own yelling and playing.

Quaritch whistles to the kids, who all immediately cease their frivolity, and run back to you two. Miles wordlessly grabs both twins in his strong arms, and you hand Spider the now empty basket. You make your way back as fast as you can waddle, explaining to the kids along the way.

---

You see an unexpected amount of people gathered at the front beach, though you can’t quite make out what’s going on.

You hear the whispers and murmurs of the clan, strangers they say; visitors.

You and Miles share a concerned look as you make your way forward. A sound carries on the wind, a bellow of a creature; and you know that sound anywhere.

Ikran.

Your heart starts pounding in your chest, your mind running a mile a minute. You don’t even think as you start forcefully pushing your way through the crowed, flanked by Miles still holding the twins and Spider.

“What’s going on Papa?” Rawm asks, clutching onto his father tightly.

You don’t hear his response as you finally make your way out front, seeing the backs of your Olo'eyktan and Tsahik.

You vaguely note the 5 ikran poised on the sand, looking none too pleased.

And when you see the Na’vi visitors talking to your Olo'eyktan, tears well in your eyes, and you let out a straggled cry.

“Sanctuary for my—” The visiting man's voice cuts short when he hears your cry, immediately finding your gaze. His eyes widen at the sight of you, flicking to your swollen belly for a split second, before coming back to your face. He lets out a shaky laugh, a grin splitting his face.

The woman at his side looks at him confused, before following his line of sight. Your eyes meet, and she falls to her knees, covering her mouth as she cries, tears streaming down her face.

You approach them slowly, not caring for the stares of the clan, nor the poignant look Tsahik Ronal is sending you.

You stand before your parents.

“Hello mother. Hello father. Oel ngati kameie.”

Neytiri jumps to her feet, wrapping in her arms tightly. Her cries burn your ears but you don’t care. They are matched only by your own. You feel your fathers arms wrap around you two, and you swear by the Great Mother, that this was perhaps the first time you’ve ever heard him cry. Your four siblings rush at you too, scrambling to get you into an embrace of their own.

You hear the tell-tale sigh of your Tsahik, and the low chuckle of Olo'eyktan Tonowari.

“I guess you have a lot of catching up to do, no?” He turns to the clan and addresses them. “Treat Jake Sully and his family as our brothers and sisters, just as you did with those who came before.” He calls for his eldest son and daughter, instructing them to teach Jake and his family just as they had taught you.

Your family untangles from one another, though your parents still have their hands on your shoulders. You take each of their hands in your own.

“[Y/N], I—”

“Hush, mother. Before you say anything, you too father, there is someone, two actually, you should meet first…” You pull them towards Miles. You turn your head to your siblings, gesturing with your head for them to follow too. You feel them tense, and a falter in their step. You gently squeeze their hands, releasing a shaking breath when you feel them squeeze back.

“Oel ngati kameie, Jake and Neytiri.” Miles says with perfect annunciation. They don’t say anything, but gesture to him with their hands. They are far too in shock, eyes instead focused on the two boys in his arms.

“Mom, dad, siblings…I’d like you to meet my sons, Rawm and Taxun,” you gesture to your boys accordingly, letting go of your parents hands, nervously threading your own fingers together in front of you.

You hear your siblings greet them with little waves, introducing themselves as their aunts and uncles. The boys are shy, and barely greet them back with tiny voices. Kiri runs to Spider, pulling him into a wordless hug as she cries into his shoulder.

“Hey kiddos, it’s nice to meet you. I’m your grandpa, Jake,” You father smiles at them big and goofy, tail swaying with joy.

“Pa Jake?” Rawm asks, bringing tears to the edge of your fathers eyes. He lets out a shaky laugh and nods.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m your mama’s papa. Just like this man, is your papa.” He pats Miles on the shoulder, and the two share a look. You can see so much unspoken words exchange between them, Miles lowering his ears submissively. But your father gives him a kind smile. You can see in your mates eyes, even as he returns the smile, there is a hint of guilt there.

Your son surprises you then, reaching for your father, who happily takes him into his arms, smile widening.

You look to your mother then; filled with trepidation at her reaction. All of your anxiety shatters when you see her smile your boys.

“Hello little ones. I am your grandmother Neytiri. Your mama’s mama…” She wipes away a stray tear, and happily takes Taxun when he reaches for her.

She gently rocks him, patting his back with practiced ease. Your heart swells at the sight of your parents holding their grandchildren.

Neytiri’s eyes lift from your son then, to meet your mate’s gaze head on. She stares at him, studying him, but he doesn’t break the eye contact. She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath, exhaling through her mouth. She opens her eyes and fixes him with a determined look.

“Oel ngati kameie, Miles Quaritch.” She nods to him, hand gesturing towards him in the proper greeting. “Thank you…for taking care of my daughter.”

His eyes widen at her words, and she smiles up at him, though it is small, as she hugs your son to her a little more tightly.

“Oel ngati kameie, [Y/N], my daughter…I am so happy, to see you, alive and well.” She touches a hand to your belly briefly, before returning to pat your sons back. “You too Spider…I am, pleased, to see you are doing well.”

Spider gives her a shy smile and a nod. Your brothers flank him, poking his sides and remarking on his larger frame, toned by years of swimming.

“Oel ngati kameie, mother, father, siblings. Welcome to our family.”

Everyone comes together, embracing in one giant hug, with you and Miles at the centre.

“Wherever we go, our family is our Fortress.” You father says.

“Sullys stick together,” Neteyam adds.

“And now, Quaritches too.” Your mother says, and with that, the dam breaks.

You cry tears of joy, safely nestled in the embrace of your family.

You couldn’t be happier.

End

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<previous chapter> | 7 |

Author's Note: And that's a wrap people! Originally this was gonna end with Quaritch's "yeah me too" on the beach. But then it occurred to me, people would probably want a reunion with the family, so here we are!

Thank you so much to everyone who's followed along with what was supposed to be a horny one-shot that then turned into a mini series XD I look forward to seeing ya'll in my future works, so stay tuned!

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Avatar! Rick Quaritch x Na'vi Reader 

"Given Enough "

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Chapter 1 - The Invader

Colonel Rick Quaritch shamefully tucked his tail and flew off. His mission to kill Jake Sully failed drastically. Now it's just him flying out into the wilderness of Pandora. His body is weak and needs to rest. Rick landed on a nearby plot of floating land,' Ayram alusìng' as Na'vi called them. However, this was not the Hallelujah Mountains. Quaritch had no clue where exactly he was. He grunts, removing his Queue from the Ikran. He slides off the mountain banshee’s back boots landing on the ground beneath him. The Colonel glanced around for any natives lurking in the trees or behind the bushes around him. The cost seemed clear enough to let his guard down. Little did he know a female Na'vi had been monitoring him long before he entered her tribe's domain. 

(Y/n) (L/n), the clan leader's firstborn. Her people were known as the Kamimaljuyú. The air tribe. They lived in the Ayram alsuìng and built their home there. Humans learned very little about their kind. Due to the terrain, it served as a natural shield against the sky people. Their technology did not last beyond a few miles before rendering them completely useless. The Kamimaljuyú made minimal contact with Sky people and preferred to keep it as such.

(E/c) orbs gradually examined the Avatar before her. She caught subtle differences between her people and the lab-grown organism. Their Avatar features included:  eyebrows, a pronounced nose, a stout physique, one extra finger, and a toe. Their entire race intrigued (Y/n). How did it make sense to leave their dying world only to bring their problems here? Humans would not change their way of life. Not even to save their race. They rather force their ways on others while avoiding the real problem. She could not allow him to stay here much longer. (Y/n) feared Quaritch might bring others. The Kamimaljuyú knew about the sky people’s return but had no involvement in such a meaningless slaughter. They were after the mighty Jake Sully, not her people.

Her chest rose and fell, soaking in the air around her. With a graceful hand, she retrieved an arrow from her quiver. (Y/n) placed the string between the nock before pulling back. Her accuracy could rival any hunter in their village because she never missed. Everything around her accounted for; the distance, position, and wind speed. She let go firing her poisoned lace weapon. Suddenly a gust of wind hit the trajectory changed. Her eyes widen as the arrow lands right at the Colonel’s boots. She then felt a strong presence, Eywa. Maybe the path for this Avatar is not death. The great mother is never wrong. 

Quaritch leaped up glancing in the direction the arrow came from. “Come on out. I might go easy on you.” He growled despite not being in the physical condition to fight. (Y/n) rolled her eyes before slowly emerging from the nearby bush. Her arrow is out as a precaution. 

“You look ready to collapse at any moment now, demon.” Her ears go back hissing as a warning. “I take it you couldn't handle the Na'vi as you thought? You may have an Avatar body but your skills and technology are no match for our spirit." 

Quaritch looked over the native female. He could not deny she was beautiful. The Colonel normally had no attraction to women of their race but. Her eyes, face, lips, and hair all came together perfectly. "You-you." He stutters before collapsing. The last thing he saw is (Y/n) rushing over to his body before everything went black. 

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Quaritch had no idea how long he was out. He woke up surrounded by thousands of Navi. He hissed looking frantically for a way you. However, he is bound and helpless. What choice did he have? Why did she not kill him? What did they want? He instantly could tell the leaders apart from the other Navi. ‘Oh, shit’ He thought realizing the pretty native woman is not just anyone. It was their daughter. How lucky could he get? It brought flashbacks of Jake Sully meeting Neytiri. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. If Jake became one of them perhaps he could? Seduce the princess into falling in love. Oldest trick in the book. A mission he would be willing to extend if that meant killing the whole Sully family while Jake watched.

“Why have you come back to Pandora after Toruk Makto sent you flying back?”

“We come back in peace. Not all of us agree with what happened to the people all those years ago. Earth wants to make admins.�� He looked down with sorrow as the lies spilled off his tongue. “I had gotten caught in a nasty fight with the water tribe. I tried to explain but they did not want to listen.” Quaritch looked up directly into (Y/n)’s eyes. 

“How can I trust the sky people? The last time ended in bloodshed for both sides.”

“I will do anything.” 

“Father…” He glanced at his daughter. Originally Cualli held great anger when (Y/n) returned from her hunt with this demon tied to her Ikran. That anger changed as (Y/n) told him Eywa gave her a sign not to kill the Avatar. “Yuum, leti' impidió ti' le flecha perforara u puksi'ik'al. In wojel ba'ax Eywa Ma'atech u equivoca.Yaan jump'éel plan ti'. In wojel jach jaaj.” (Father, she stopped the arrow from piercing his heart. I know Eywa is never wrong. She has a plan for him. I know it to be true). Quaritch listens closely not understanding this language. He knew about the Kamimaljuyú. They were one of the largest tribes on Pandora and preferred to stay isolated from the other Navi. It was mentioned in books their numbers are greater than the stars in the sky.

The people chatted amongst themselves. They had a right to be scared for the sky people. Other clans had not been so lucky with the alien invaders. Eywa had blessed them all this time. Now his daughter has brought the invader right into their home. His wife, Inez, placed a hand on the wounded Avatar's chest closing her eyes. The Navi went silent waiting for her judgment. “We have avoided war for over 30 years. We kept the sky people at a distance. Eywa has blessed us with protection. Now the great mother has given my daughter a sign. This Avatar has great spirits around him. Evil and good alike battling over his heart. Eywa now brings him here for reasons we do not know. In time she will guide us to find his path, his destiny.” Her voice traveled loud and certain of her communication with Eywa. (Y/n) sighed in relief he would not be harmed as of now. Cualli stepped up raising his staff. The crowd bowed down waiting for his final verdict. With a gesture (Y/n) walked to her father kneeling down.

“My daughter has been spoken to by Eywa. Told to spare his life for now. As we wait for his purpose my daughter will take on the responsibility of tending to his invader. He could be a threat or an ally. We have yet to learn his heart. Eywa sets everyone on two paths. It is his choice of which path to take. Rise, my daughter.” He spoke. (Y/n) rose to her feet ears back. She is left in charge of this man? “You are going to show him our ways. Teach him right and wrong. Then I will pass judgment on him. If he passes the test he will be welcomed as one of us. If not you will kill him yourself. Do you both accept?” 

Quaritch held back his smirk,” I accept.”

(Y/n) sighed deeply,”Je'el in wóotik” (I accept.)

“Then go your time starts now,” Cualli announced

“ Ma' in falles waal.” (Do not fail me, daughter.) Inez whispered already knowing this will not work and (Y/n) will once more disgrace their family. (Y/n) nods looking at Quaritch.

“Follow me.” She instructed as the villagers went back to their daily tasks. She huffed once arriving at the edge of their first village. “You will have to wear our clothes, eat our food, and learn our language.” (Y/n) growled.

“I am not going to run around in one of those thongs or whatever you call them” He adds. Without warning (Y/n) pulls her knife out cutting his shirt. “You will change for this role. You will have to make accommodations or else my father will kill you.” She looked over him. “No boots, no guns, no shirt, but your pants can be cut short enough to still allow for mobility. We are air people there is still forest on our land. So we know how to climb the trees, and swing on the vines, and you will also need to learn our language.” 

Quaritch sighed taking his cut shirt off. He kicked his muddy boots off and growled cutting his pants mid-thigh length. He did not like this one bit.  “Is that better for you Princess?”

“Don’t call me that!” She hissed tail slapping him. “You are going to fail…Eywa sees something in you and I do not know why. It’s getting late supper will be soon then I will show you where you will rest.”

“With you, I hope.” He smirks moving closer to (Y/n). She growled and turned away with a sway in her walk. The Colonel knew this is going to be fun. 

Chapter 2

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒, 𝐌.𝐐

pairing: recom!quaritch x latina!recom!reader

summary: colonel miles quaritch has a thing for the lieutenant, but he would never guess that he could perhaps be her type of man.

author's note: so i was listening to mayores by becky g and i couldn't get the idea of miles with a latina gf out of my head.

warnings: just lots of cussing

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 Colonel Miles Quaritch had a crush. He would never admit it out loud, but ever since he was human he only had eyes for you. But of course, he thought you were way out of his league, so he never tried anything. Why would a pretty thing like you bang an old man like him? And clearly, he wasn't the only one thinking about you, as Lyle hit on you every time you walked past him, and rumor has it that you had a thing going on with Lopez.

When you all came back as recombinants, Miles remembered the way his old self felt about you. His new na'vi body intensified the desires he had for you. He couldn't avoid staring at you whenever you were training at the gym or the shooting range. There was something about your presence that just wholly captured his attention. Maybe it was the way you flirted with everyone around you, or how you lightened up the mood every time you stepped into a room.

He couldn't understand how someone as sweet as you could be a marine. And how you could be such a damn good marine. He wondered if there was something you are not good at.

You walked down the hallway to the cafeteria with Walker and Zdinarsk by your side. You chuckled at one of your friends’ stupid dirty jokes as you made entrance to the room.

"Y'all are late," The Colonel stated.

"Geez, good morning, Sir." You smiled, sitting between Wainfleet and Lopez, "Hola, papi" You smiled, kissing your friend's cheek. 

"¿Qué pasa, mami?" Lopez took a sip from his cup. "Took you guys long enough. We started without you."

"Sorry we're late, we were at the gym. It turns out these new bodies have a lot of stamina." You poured yourself some black coffee, "Damn, I feel like running a marathon!"

Quaritch huffed. His dirty mind was running with ways he could get you exhausted. Clearing his throat, he uttered;

"Save yourself some of that energy, Lieutenant. Gonna need that for when we go hunt Sully down." 

You playfully shrugged and quickly took Lyle's glasses out of his head, putting them on.

"Hey!" He frowned.

"How do I look?" You questioned, turning yourself to Lopez.

"Hermosa" He smirked.

You turned around and met eyes with the person in front of you across the table.

"You think I look pretty, Coronel?" You grinned sweetly, but before Miles could answer, Wainfleet stole his glasses back from you, "Damn, Lyle!"

The corporal snickered, "Sorry, but no business with these shades, sweetheart. Try Mansk's instead."

You glanced at Mansk, who just stared at you over his glasses. He silently shook his head and you just nodded.

"What do you have for us today, Colonel?" Walker asked.

You secretly hoped that your squad would hunt Jake Sully today. Looking for a chance to show off your new abilities, your new na'vi body has made you way more flexible, agile, and stronger than you once were. And having the memories from your human life, you remember how Quaritch used to praise you every time you repeatedly shot in the center of a target, or how you easily overpowered some of the boys at training. Your Colonel's validation was a big part of your human life. Miles thought you were the best on your human team, and now you wanted him to think that you are the best as a recom as well. 

"Most of you will take the limp dicks scientists to the forest, they'll take some samples outta the plants and I need you to keep them alive. The rest can stay and have the day off." The group whined about the task of bodyguarding the scientists, "Ah-ah, you know I don't like whining, y'all sound like a bunch of pussies."

Miles sipped on his bitter coffee while his eyes traveled through the avatars at the table.

"Walker, Mansk, Ja, Lopez and Fike will go. That's an odd number. Which makes me question, which one of my girls should I send to play outside?"

Z-dog gasped, "What!? Why not one more male?"

"Still whining, Zdinarsk? Maybe I should leave Mansk out of this one and send you and Y/N with them." Quaritch smirked, "But I'm still deciding. I'll report my decision before lunchtime."

You rolled your eyes, having enough of that matter. You knew he would probably choose you since Z-dog has been out on the last task in the forest. So you finished drinking your coffee and got up from the table.

"I'm still feeling energetic as fuck, so I'll tire myself at the shooting range. I'll be back in time for the report. Adiós."

If a stare could kill, your body would be mutilated in pieces from the eyes watching you leave the room, completely hypnotized by the way your hips and tail moved from side to side as you walked to the exit door.

Miles snorted at the reactions, "Y'all could be a little subtle for once?"

"I agree, you guys are looking at her like she's a piece of meat," Lopez commented.

"Nah, you're only saying that cuz she lets you hit it." Fike teased wickedly. Lopez brushed it off;

"I ain't hitting a thing, trust me. I'm not her type and she made it very clear."

"What's her type, then? She's into gringos?" Lyle joked hopefully.

Lopez scoffed, biting on his bread, "Not exactly."

"Damn, is she into girls?" Walker questioned.

"Yeah, I've been getting that vibe from her too." Z-dog pointed out. "She said I have a nice ass while I was doing squats."

"I don't know if she likes chicas, but I do know she has a soft spot for mayores." Lopez clicked his tongue at the revelation, but everyone looked clueless to what he said, "Aye, I meant viejos. She has a thing for mature men I guess."

"So she likes 'em older, uh? Man, I really thought I had a chance with her. That's a boomer." Wainfleet tsked.

But Miles listened silently, and Lopez's words got his mind in a non-stopping wonder. As a recombinant, he was 20 years old. He had the body and the strength of a young na'vi, but he also had the knowledge and the ways of a 50-year-old man. Was he old enough to your liking? Could you feel some sort of attraction to him? Could this mean he has a shot with you?

  part 2

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

dark content, but it's hot too so ur call my lovely

step!quartich x corruption ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆

• although questionable, it's no uncommon element within your relationship to be infantilised. he is your stepfather after all. what makes it, perhaps...problematic, is when his girthy, throbbing cock is base-deep inside your clenching pussy as he calls you his sweet babygirl.

• quaritch'll only find it all the more arousing to hear your muffled squeals and moans as he pumps thick, hot reams of creamy seed deep inside you. ofc he used to keep a hand firmly clamped over your mouth

• but after stumbling upon you, legs spread, a 4 inch pink dildo half-inside your sticky cunt as you rubbed hard circles into your swollen pink bud, he'd since decided that he'd keep you quiet with some deep-throating instead.

• so here you were, in the dimly-lit kitchen; one leg balancing on the counter, your right arm wrapped around quaritch's neck as he littered sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your exposed skin from behind

• he'd been pushing your dildo as deep as it could go, which worked excellently at muffling any especially wanton moans erupting from your chest--less so the hot, messy squelches of your saliva around the pink silicone, and the occasional hard gag from how deep quaritch had been fucking your mouth with the toy

• he was almost fully-sheathed in your tight pussy; it had taken many a daddy-daughter movie night to even fit two of his long, thick fingers inside you; and once he found that little dildo of yours, he just had to sit on your bedside and press you on it. had you ever really taken a real cock? was this the biggest you had inside you? did it even feel good at that size?

• you can imagine his perverse delight at your shocked expression; you were sure that he'd tell your mother--he'd ask where you bought it, take it away, embarrass you. but instead he'd only smirked in amusement at your answer to his questions: it was the only cock you'd had yet.

• sure, you ought to have been fucked full by now, but your pussy was especially small. in your naivete, you'd assumed that such a dildo size was normal, if not pretty big. it barely fit half-way, but seeing your stepdaddy's response, it seemed like perhaps it wasn't as large as you'd imagined

• "..huh, well what a surprise, pretty girl. guess y're just that small, hmhm..that ain't a big cock at all princess..shit, seein' it in there, it barely seems to fit, huh." he'd croon. he could already feel the straining bulge against his cargos, but hearing your mother pull up outside meant he'd have to leave it be

• and that's where he'd left it, until he had you pressed up against him at midnight. at this point you could just about fit quaritch's long, girthy cock inside you, but not without struggle. perhaps it was wrong, but he couldn't help but feel twinges of twisted satisfaction from your squirming.

• he knew in spite of the brave face you put up for him, the little flirty remarks and overly suggestive movements behind your mother's back, you were just a shy, sweet little thing.

• if you weren't, you wouldn't have let him manipulate and exploit your body like this. but he couldn't help the thrums of an almost electric kind of arousal and shame ripple through his body as he saw you; so needy, so desperate to please, so unabashedly sexual. and it was all because of him.

• when he'd first had the pleasure of meeting you, you were nothing but a mousy little sweetheart; now you keened to his every word, pushed all the boundaries and didn't even care. he'd done this to you. and no amount of 'no daddy's and 'we shouldn't's would stop him from getting that sweet, special sense of pride at your shared dark little secret.

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[foxigemini]

Hi there, love your writings and especially the smut - they're so descriptive and hot!!!😏😏😁😁 Wonder if you could write Quaritch with kinks about rope, wooden paddle and belt. I don't have a plot in mind, you're free to explore all you want 🙄🙄🙄🙄 I'd understand if you don't want to write it since these elements can be triggering to some people. Anyhow, love your work!!!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! 🤗 Hehe, don't worry. These are my favorite elements and those who find it triggering shouldn't read it. I'll hope you enjoy it and I hope you don't mind I wrote this with human Quaritch 🙈

PUNISHMENT - Human!Miles Quaritch x Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, BDSM elements, Use of belt, Bondage, Spanking (just imaging those muscles flexing when he's gripping that paddle 🥵), Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex.

"What was the one thing I ordered you not to do?" Miles asked sternly while binding your naked body with ropes.

"To not walk away from the group, Sir," you replied in a low whisper as you looked up at his stern face.

"Exactly. And what did you do?" He wasn't showing any emotions as he secured you in the frog tie position with your wrists and thighs bound together and your arms bound behind your back. He placed you on your back, leaving you immobile with your ass high up in the air and your pussy open on display for him. He looked up at your face, waiting for an answer.

You gulped. "I walked away from the group, Sir."

"And what happened?"

"A Thanator attacked me."

"That's right. You're lucky I was close by so I could kill it before you got hurt. Just see what one of them did to me. You're not a soldier, y/n. You're a scientist. And you need me to take care of you, to keep you safe," Miles spoke softly but firmly as he took his belt off and looped it around your neck.

"Yes, Sir," you replied and licked your lips as you looked up at him with big, lust-filled eyes. His intense, blue eyes held your gaze as he fastened the belt tightly around your throat.

"Then, you understand that I have to punish you for disobeying me."

"Yes, Sir," you said, biting your bottom lip as a wave of arousal flooded your pussy when Miles picked out the wooden paddle amongst his equipment.

"You will get ten swats, and I want you to count them all."

"Yes, Sir," you said anew and yelped when the first sting hit your bare ass without warning. Fuck, he was really angry with you.

"O-One," you mewled out and gasped when Miles grabbed the end of the belt and yanked it to the side, tightening the choke hold on your throat. Miles raised his massive, muscular arm and placed another mind-blowing spank on your ass.

"T-Two!" you cried out, feeling your skin already getting sore and red from the impact of the paddle. Miles' face revealed nothing as he continued spanking you, each swat jerking your body and sending a jolt of arousal through your core. Tears started prickling in your eyes, but you held them back. You wanted to make him proud, show him how strong you could be. You kept looking up into his eyes, your teeth sinking into your trembling lips as you whimpered out each number.

Miles watched aroused as each swat of the paddle created a new pattern of pretty redness on your skin while listening to the sound of your sweet voice counting each spank. His cock twitched with each cracking sound of the paddle hitting your skin. He looked up at your face and, saw the tears swimming in your eyes, saw how much you struggled to hold them back. But he also knew you didn't only feel the pain. He knew exactly what this did to your body, the mix of pain and arousal flooding your flesh each time the paddle hit your skin.

As you counted the last swat, you exhaled a breathy gasp of relief while your chest was heaving with exhaustion.

"You did so good, baby girl. So good," Miles praised while gently caressing your sore skin, smirking when he saw your pussy clenching in response. "Well, well... look at your pretty pussy lips, all puffy and greedy for my attention."

Without warning, Miles bent down and flicked his tongue across your slit. You gasped in pleasant surprise, moaned when Miles started working his jaw at a feral pace, growling like an animal as he lapped up your sweet juices with his eager tongue. He plunged it inside you, thrusting it in and out of your wet hole at a rapid pace. His tongue moved up to flick your clit, and that was it. Hips jerking and pussy clenching, you came with a guttural moan in your throat.

Miles had never tasted anything as deliciously sweet as you. He wanted more and more, couldn't get enough of your arousal flooding his mouth when your climax swept through your body. He licked and sucked your pussy lips into his mouth, growled when you responded so lovely to his touch, drenching his mouth and face with your sticky juices. His dick was painfully hard, and he reached down, shuddering as he zipped down his pants and wrapped his hand around his throbbing member.

Fuck…

He wanted to be inside you so badly, feel your warm essence coat his cock. Miles licked you through another one of your orgasms, lapping softly until your body relaxed and your chest heaved heavily with exhaustion.

"Fuck, y/n...you drive me crazy, you know that?" Miles grunted and crawled on top of you. He grabbed your thighs and slammed inside you in one hard thrust.

"Fuck!" both of you moaned in unison as Miles' cock filled you up and hit the deepest parts of your core. Eyes widening, you stared up at him as he stretched out your inner walls. Fuck, you would never get used to how big he was.

"Damn, you feel so good, sweetheart," Miles mumbled and started thrusting, clenching his teeth when your wet pussy tightened around him. "So fucking tight and wet."

"Oh, Miles…," you hummed in a breathy exhale. "You feel so good inside me, Sir."

Miles looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, loved the cute, little mewls he was coaxing from your parted lips as he fucked you hard and deep. Miles straightened his body, grabbed the end of the belt around your neck, and pulled on it as he started pounding into you hard and fast.

Pulses of pleasure shot through your core each time he pulled on the belt around your throat. Your mind went blank, your head swimming in a cloud of pleasure as you looked up at the Colonel fucking you. The image of him saving you earlier flashed before you. The look he had in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He had looked angry, but most of all, he had looked scared.

Your body rocked in pace with his thrusts, his cock pumping in and out of you, building up a tightening knot of pleasure in your lower belly.

"I’m gonna…I’m coming!" you moaned just as pleasure erupted, and your pussy clenched around Miles' cock.

"Fuck!" Miles growled, his cock twitching as your pussy clamped down on him. With a final thrust, his body jerked, and he swelled deep inside you, emptying his cum inside your fluttering core.

Miles pulled out of you, his chest heaving rapidly as he untied you from the ropes and belt, and cradled you across his lap.

"Are you alright?" Miles asked, kissing your forehead.

"Mmhmm," you smiled softly and sighed with content as you nuzzled into his hard chest, feeling safe, loved, and protected as he embraced you with his strong arms.