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“Colonel’s Orders” 

(oh to be manhandled by Mansk like Tsireya)

Smut with Mansk, Miles, and Lyle

Summary: Quaritch gathers everyone outside for a new type of training session. The recom team don’t know what’s about to happen except for Miles and Lyle. This lesson is meant to increase the team’s hunting skills, however, you and Z-Dog are excluded. We have to pretend to be the prey first, which we think isn’t fair. Eventually, we are persuaded and have a head start before being hunted. 

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT, a little Angst?, predator and prey kink, NON-CON SEX, bad language, tiny bit of voyeurism, breeding kink, degrading 

Word Count: 6803

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Colonel's Orders Version 2.0

I was in the break room, getting a drink from the fridge when Lopez walked past, greeting me. 

“Outside in 10. We have training.” he says, about to leave. 

“What? But we finished for today.” I reply and he turns back. 

“Colonel’s orders. Outside in 10, dressed appropriately for training.” he repeated before walking away. I just stare into nothingness for a while, wondering why we suddenly have to gather again when we just ended less than 2 hours ago. It’s not like I could do anything about it so I put the cold drink back and went to my room to go get dressed in Cammie pants and a tank top. 

While leaving my room and walking down the hallway, I met Zdinarsk. She smiled, nodding to me. 

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask and she shakes her head no, shrugging. 

“Maybe the Colonel has some announcement.” 

“Why outside though?” I say, asking myself more than her. She scoffs, wearing the same things I’m wearing and we walk out onto the large concrete jet runway. The sun is beaming down strongly and the warmth of Pandora hits our skin. 

Quite a bit away, we see most of the recom-team already gathered. The Colonel, Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja, Brown, and Fike are outside, all standing around each other, talking. 

Walker is busy with testing tools in the lab along with Warren and Zhang.

We walk next to each other and I squint, having to look at the ground because the sun was too bright. The wind caressed my face and made my hair flow. It made my hair flow… I forgot to tie it up. Oh no. 

Quaritch got angry about that once, I hoped he wouldn’t mind me running back before we started. 

“Finally, the ladies have decided to show up.” Quaritch loudly announces, grinning while his hands rest on his vest. 

I tilt my head confused. 

“Are we late?” I ask Z-Dog confused,  who is already checking her watch. She shakes her head. 

“We’re two minutes early.” she replies in a sassy tone but still keeping it respectful with our superior. 

“Could have been another two minutes earlier.” he says, before fully turning around to face us. We choose wisely to not reply or fire any comment back. It could cause problems. He seems to be pleased with our silence. 

“Y/N, hope that ponytail ain’t too tight.” Lyle chuckles, noticing my open hair. I glare at him, fully aware of my mistake. I almost always have to have my hair tied back, so it's rare anyone sees me like this. 

I glance at Quaritch who is looking at my hair. 

“I can run back and get it, sir.” I say, taking a step back to be ready to go. 

“That won’t be necessary.” He calmly states, looking from my hair to my eyes, before speaking to the group. 

“You won’t be needing it now. In fact, I think I prefer it like that.” he smirks, and I hear a few chuckles from the men. Z-Dog is just as confused as me. 

“Alright squad, today’s… second session will be a bit different from what we did this mornin’. “ the Colonel starts announcing and everyone quiets down. I quickly scan the team, and notice Lyle grinning to himself. As if he knew about something. Maybe this was some sort of surprise. 

“I discussed this matter with, Corporal Wainfleet here. We decided that this team needs less training as humans and more training as Na’vi. “ he continues. So Lyle does know what’s going on. I glance between him and the Colonel, wondering what they had planned. Maybe we would finally get to train our banshees today. 

Lyle looks up at me and Z-Dog with a shit-eating grin on his face. I exchange judgemental looks with her. We wanted to know why we were dragged out here. 

“If we want to find Sully, we need to be able to hunt Na’vi. I mean hunt like them and hunt them.” he says, his eyes roaming over all his soldiers, to make sure we understand and are listening.

“Which is exactly what we are going to do today.” 

I raise my eyebrows. We were going to look for and hunt down Na’vi people? I didn’t know whether I was excited or terrified. Lyle is grinning again and looking at his buddies. They don’t seem to know all he knows and he signals to them that they’ll know in a second. Mansk is nodding along to what Quaritch says, staying serious while Lyle is acting like a teenager about to do something stupid. Maybe that is an exaggeration. He is standing still, keeping quiet and listening, but his grin is irritating me. 

It doesn’t seem like a good sign. 

“We’re just gonna go into the jungle and find some more blue freaks?” Fike asks, and Quaritch is now grinning too. 

“Not exactly.” Lyle intervenes. “We’re going to practise that here, between us. We’re the only Na’vi for miles.” 

“How?” I blurt out. To be fair, it what his fault for not saying all the information at once. 

“Glad you asked, buttercup.” he smiles, turning to me. I frown at the nickname, straining my ears back. He does that often, to embarrass me in front of others I think, but it’s getting old.

“We’re gonna need two people to be the so-called prey.” he explains, while walking towards me. “The rest of the team will hunt them. As simple as that.” 

“Who’s gonna be the prey? I don’t think anyone wants to volunteer for that one.”  Prager announces after a minute and Lyle chuckles. 

“We’ve already got our prey.” Lyle says, returning his gaze to me and looking me deep in the eyes. 

Finally, I catch on to what he’s saying. I’m about to fire some comments back when Lyle is pulled away by Quaritch. 

“Prey, my ass.” I snap at him, not angry just pissed off. 

I glance between them and I hear Zdinarsk huff beside me in disbelief. 

“No fucking way.” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Mansk and the others understand now too. I hear a few chuckles from them, while I just stare at Lyle and Miles in disbelief. 

“We’re not doing that.” I say, backing up Z-Dog. 

“That’s an order.” Quaritch says, smirking amusedly. 

“Why us? Why can’t one of them go?” I complain. 

“That’s an order.” he repeats himself, underlining every word. I frown, letting my ears droop as my tail flicks behind me in irritation. 

My silence is an answer to him and he returns to explaining. 

“Now, our lovely ladies will get a five-minute head start. Then-”

“Five?!” I accidentally interrupt and he looks at me annoyed. 

“I can make that three.” he threatens and I look down, not saying a word again. He turns back. 

“Using the stronger senses we have in our bodies, it shouldn’t be too hard.” the Colonel continues to explain. The recom-men exchange glances and smirks, some nodding while others nudge each other’s arms. They seem happy. 

Z-Dog and I exchange the hundredth glance for today, not seeming to believe what is happening. 

“Pfft… stronger senses.” I mutter under my breath. I’ll make sure they won’t find me. 

“That’s right Y/N,” the Colonel said. How did he even hear that?

“Some scientists told me that Na’vi get cycles. So-called ‘heat cycles’...” 

My eyes widen. I just keep hearing more and more bad news. 

“And apparently we are approaching our one soon…” Quaritch continues. Wainfleet is still grinning like the bitch he is. 

Everyone is surprised and listening. 

“Durin’ these times, it’s easier for us…” he points at the recom-men who are all gathered together, “to be able to pick up your pretty scent.” he turns to Z-Dog and me, smirking. Zdinarsk is very clearly not impressed, yet she seems almost unfazed by his words. 

On the other hand, I am mindblown and I don’t know whether I’m pissed at Lyle, Miles or the scientists who summoned me into this body. I still can’t decide whether this experience is a curse or a blessing. 

“To make it a tad easier for us, no shirts allowed.” Lyle added and Quaritch didn’t seem to disagree. That was it, that was my final straw. I couldn’t believe it. I snort, clutching my face in my palms while Z-Dog just chews her gum and watches my reaction. 

“This is bullshit.” I say, letting my hands slide from my face. The entire team’s attention is focused on me and I don’t know how to feel about it. 

Quaritch raises his eyebrow at me as if challenging me to continue my petty behaviour. I fall in line under his gaze. 

Z-Dog sighs beside me before peeling her tank top off. I sigh as well. If she’s doing it, I must too. I turn away a little, facing the open runway and pull my tank top over my head, leaving me in a sports bra and cammies, like Z. 

I turn around, arms crossed in front of my chest, holding the shirt. The team was oddly silent. 

It wasn’t the first time we’d been in a sports bra in front of them. During the hot days or really intense training lessons, we would just wear them while the others didn’t even wear a shirt. But it still seemed different because this time it had a different meaning. But training is training, what can one do?

“Drink before you go.” Quaritch ordered, his own arms crossed over his chest, seeming pleased that we followed orders without complaining too much anymore. 

After all, he was our superior, and responsible for us, so making us drink was not uncommon. 

Lyle handed us each a water bottle, from which we took a few gulps. Some water trickled down the side of my mouth and on my chest but I didn’t care. It was too warm to mind that. 

I handed it back to him, sending him a glare just to let him know that I was pissed. 

“Alright, you’re ready.” Quaritch said, but I wasn’t finished just yet. 

“What if I just don’t run?” I ask, more out of curiosity than sass. 

He takes an intimidating step forward. “Then I’ll deal with you right here, in front of everyone.” He stated firmly, staring me down. I looked away again, nodding a little before turning away and standing next to Z-Dog again who was already facing where we have to go. 

I didn’t quite know what he meant by that, I could only assume. And I assumed that he would do something I would not want others to see. 

“Alright, you see the entry in the fence there? That’s where the forest starts. You go through there and then wherever you want after that. We’ll find you.” Quaritch says, pointing to the gate with the opening, separating the forest from the concrete. I huff annoyed facing the direction we were supposed to run in after throwing my shirt at Lyle’s face. It wasn’t far until the fence. I wondered if I would encounter any native creatures, thinking that perhaps I should be armed but then again, none of them ever get close to here. 

“Happy runnin’ ladies. Time starts…now.” Quaritch says and once he finishes Z-Dog is walking away already. I jog up to her and we walk more or less side by side for a while. Then we hear someone yell that if we don’t start running now they will shorten the time. I groan out in frustration, letting my head fall back before picking up my pace and running to the fence, close behind Zdinarsk. 

Before we know it we reach the fence where we slow down and look around before walking into the forest. 

“Is it smart to stick together?” she asks me and I think about it. 

“Probably not. If we’re working as a team here, it makes sense for us to split. That way if they all find one of us, the other is still fine.” I reply, not quite knowing what to expect. 

“Let’s kick their ass. I say we continue for an hour, then we return home.” she says and smiles to herself.

“Heh- imagine if we just ditch the mission while they are still out here.” I chuckle and she joins. 

Silence. 

“We’d get in so much tr-” 

“Yeah, Colonel would kill us.” She agrees. 

We walk in silence again, thinking about what he would be yelling. Then I check my watch. 

“They’ll come after us in a minute. We should split now.” I say and she nods in agreement.

“Aight. See ya’.” we bump our fists together before I take a right turn and she goes left. The next time I look over my shoulder, I don’t see her anymore. 

I look at the time again. They must have already left the base. Probably just arrived in the forest right now. 

I push my way through leaves, my ears flicking around, picking up small noises. The forest felt very abandoned. There was almost no noise. 

I went deeper. If they would really follow my scent, I couldn’t have it going in a straight line. I let my feet carry me faster again and I made occasional turns while making sure I was putting enough distance between the base and me. With the new body came a new and better sense of coordination. If I would continue wandering for the next few hours, I still wouldn’t get lost. 

I looked at my watch again only to see it had frozen. ‘Great’ I thought. 

What feels like at least 2 hours have passed and my legs were getting a little tired. The sun was still up, it was only afternoon. I gave up on running. It seemed to me as though they had overestimated their capabilities and would not find me. Maybe I should start turning back? 

I stop for a while, standing completely still, trying to pick up anything. Any noise, sight or smell. But there was nothing. While standing I became aware of an odd feeling in my groin. 

I curse myself. The fucking heat cycle. It didn’t hit me, it slowly developed. I had felt something similar this morning, but it was growing now. 

“My scent is probably stronger now.” I whisper to myself. 

Once the 5 long minutes were over, Mansk had made it his priority to find you. While your aroused scent wasn’t present, your normal one was and that alone drove Mansk feral. He wanted to be the first one to get you. 

Since your scent had a serious effect on Mansk, he was able to recognise it easier and he left the team, going out to hunt you down on his own. 

I keep walking until I feel a different type of strange feeling. I look around myself and stay quiet, but no one is there. Yet, strangely I no longer feel like I am alone. As if I had some company that I didn’t know about. If my feeling was right, it was either a creature, Z-Dog or one of the soldiers. 

Then again, Z went the other way and forest animals don’t come so close to the human’s area, so chances were one of the soldiers was close. I continued walking, looking in front for a while then turning my head, to glance behind me while still moving. I turn around and walk a few steps backwards, not changing the direction I was going in, trying to find any movement between the leaves I just walked by. 

That’s when it happened. Suddenly I felt arms snake around me from behind. One held my arms down and wrapped around my waist while the other pressed someone’s hand over my mouth. I screamed from the sudden surprise but the short loud noise was muffled by the palm. It all happened so quickly, my mind was struggling to keep up. 

I was pulled against someone’s body and I could immediately tell it was one of the recom’s because of the gear they were wearing. They held me close to their body, preventing my struggle and walking a few steps back. 

“Shhh…” the voice cooed. “Stop strugglin’.”

My eyes opened wider. It was Mansk holding me. I let my eyes dart around, trying to find the others but it seemed as though he was alone. I calmed down, no longer trying to escape his grasp. 

Mansk let his hand slip from my mouth but surprised me when he wrapped it around my neck, forcing my gaze up a little. 

“Great, you- got me.” I say, attempting to get out of his embrace. “You can let me go now.” 

“That ain’t happenin’.” he replied, tightening his arm around me. I whine in protest, letting my head drop a little. 

“Can’t let you escape now.” he said and from the way the words left his mouth, I could tell he was grinning. 

His presence affected me. Smelling his musk and being pressed up against his chest had my heart racing and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he would pick up on that.  

“I won’t run away, my leg hurts.” I lie to him, knowing I need to distance myself from him as fast as possible. I wasn’t sure what would happen if he would know what was going on. Quaritch told us all about the heat cycles but I don’t think anyone was expecting it to start today. Maybe it was the fact that this predator-prey game had me feeling some type of way.

To my surprise, he lets me go but doesn’t step away. His arms just fall to his sides and he is examining my every movement. I turn around to properly face him. 

Mansk and I were never really close. The whole team was close but we were never more than that. But it wasn’t awkward between us. Some other atmosphere was created. I would have said I felt sexual tension but that could be just because slowly I was becoming painfully aroused and he happened to be really attractive. 

I took a few steps back, watching him as he watched me.  Something about the way he looked at me had me thinking that he seemed frustrated. Perhaps it was the way his tail was flicking around behind him. 

But without further ado, I needed to save myself and my ego. I was too prideful to give in to my feelings just yet. I couldn’t make it that easy.  

My feet took off, back in the direction I came from and away from Mansk. 

Of course, he was predicting a reaction like that so without hesitation, he was sprinting after me. 

In the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, letting out an even louder scream this time. Mansk must have thrown himself at me and I was planted basically face-first in the ground. I was laying stretched out and I felt Mansk on top of me. 

“Nice try.” he chuckled, pulling my arms behind my back. I groaned in frustration, knowing I had no chance to escape him and that time was running out. Mansk cuffed both my wrists together with the elastic red handcuffs we carried around. 

“Really? Handcuffs?” I ask, trying to ridicule his actions as my last resort. 

He turns me over so that my back is laying on the floor and I’m looking up at him. He’s on his knees, with each leg on either side of my thighs. 

“I caught you, sweetheart. I ain’t lettin’ you out’ my sight.” he said, pushing his shades up on his head to get a better look at me. 

I felt how my cheeks heated up and the feeling between my legs was now undeniable. 

“Look at you, all pretty and flustered.” he smirks. His hand cups the side of my face and he runs his thumb over my cheek. 

The sight and the scent of you have him feeling extremely fucking turned on. The whole hunt had him getting worked up and he had been fighting the urge to relieve himself. But it wasn’t something he could do himself. He felt the urge to breed. 

Seeing you under him like this, experiencing your own heat problems had Mansk lose control. Once he picked up the scent of you in the forest, most of his common sense was gone. His mind could only focus on finding you. Now he succeeded and he wasn’t able to hold back. 

Without another thought, he flipped me back around. His hands traced my body, running down my back and back up my hips. He fumbled with my bra, just touching the fabric before he attached his hands to my pants and started tugging them down. With his strength, the belt was useless. He removed my panties in the process too because his fingertips hooked under both waistbands.

Mansk pulled my hips up while my upper body remained pressed into the ground. He was positioned right behind me and I heard him groan a little once my pants were removed. My heavy breathing was accompanied by his. 

His hand wrapped around my nervously swishing tail and he moved it out of the way, while his own tail was revealing his own frustrations. 

Mansk’s urges were getting stronger the more he would try to solve them. He sense how badly I was suffering the heat as well and were both just desperate to solve our problems. I needed him so badly and vice versa. 

I heard him undo his belt hastily while wrapping his other hand around my braid to make sure I can’t escape. Soon enough he let out a sigh of relief and I felt him press his bare crotch against mine. I felt his throbbing dick, pressed up against my pulsating core. The warmth of our bodies was mixing and he couldn’t take it anymore. Mansk was quite literally panting now, his big hands gripping my hips. 

I felt him pull away before moving his hips forward. His dick was perfectly lined up with where I craved him the most and he thrust forward into me, burying himself as deep into me as he could. 

I moaned, arching my back and pressing myself into him more while he bit his lip, letting his head drop back in relief. 

“F-fuck babygirl… so tight f’er me.” he groaned, before pulling out and repeating his actions. 

Mansk then leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands firmly splayed out on the ground on either side of my body. He tucked my waist right below his stomach and continued bucking his hips up into mine. My mind was getting cloudy and I whimpered, the pleasure saving me from the uneasy cravings I felt before. Mansk started to ruthlessly fuck me from behind, but the more he did the more he realised how deep and strong his need to breed was. He needed you to stay in your place beneath him and take it. 

All chances of you leaving were eliminated when he wrapped both his arms around your tilted waist, hugging you while continuing to rut into my almost squelching pussy. My body's noises ignited a fire in him. The harder he fucked me, the louder the noise of skin slapping filled my ears. His head was lolling down and he quickly undid my handcuffs with one swift move. He needed to be closer to me. I pushed my upper body up from the ground, being rocked forward by his thrusts on all fours.

Mansk immediately pressed his chest against my back, one toned arm holding him up while the other hugged me, bringing my entire body closer to him. 

“Mansk-” I whine, feeling the building-up pressure deep inside me. It felt like too much but it was so good. 

“Take it.” he growled into my ear. His fangs were bared and his ears strained back as both of us had our primal sides take over our bodies. Mansk’s head rested in the crook of my neck, his panting breath heating up my already warm skin. 

I started to clench around him, feeling my orgasm approach sooner than expected. He felt the way I squeezed him and it stimulated him more, so he sped up his pace a little. My body was tensing and with a few more thrusts, I came undone around Mansk. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I let out what sounded like another scream, followed by a string of moans calling out Mansk’s name. 

He relentlessly pounded into me and then had his climax take over his body. Mansk was drowning in pleasure and was only acting on his instincts. He needed to keep you in place so he tightened his grip around your body, caging you in, bit down between your shoulder and neck, stilled his hips and released his load deep into you. 

His tense muscles soon relaxed and his arm dropped to the ground to ensure he wouldn’t fall. My legs were shaking and both of us were trying to regain our breath. 

The mating bite he gave me didn’t even hurt in the moment. Once he released, he removed his fangs from my skin, just letting his hot open lips rest on it. 

I let my head drop, releasing a breathy sigh. The fuzziness in my mind was fading away and reality was returning. 

Mansk then slowly lifted himself off my back, pulling out in the process. He rested his hand on my back, while the two of us calmed down. I sat back on my knees, lazily lifting my head and checking our surroundings. 

“Y’ alright?” he asked me, and I heard a hint of worry in his voice. Maybe he thought that he hurt me. 

I nod, smiling. 

“Yeah, great.” 

He smirked, handing me my pants before pulling his ones up and adjusting his belt. 

I sit there for a while, holding the clothes and just trying to focus on clearing my mind. That’s when I pick up a noise. My head turns in the direction of the distant rustling leaves. I wonder whether I’m just hearing things but when I turn back to look at Mansk, who is geared up again I can tell he’s hearing it too. 

Seeing that you haven’t quite recovered yet, Mansk steps forward, feeling the need to protect you. His ears were tipped back but still trained on the approaching noise. He raised his weapon, waiting to see what would come out between the tall grass, huge leaves and trees. 

He stood in front of me as if he were shielding me from what was to come. I watched as well, staying alert in case of any danger. My hands held my clothes over my exposed self, trying to cover up what a few moments earlier I had exposed. 

After a few moments, the noise got so close one could tell it was footsteps by the pace at which the noise was coming in. My eyes widened and I went pale. Mansk wasn’t the only recom hunting me. 

Quickly I stood up, holding the clothes in front of my abdomen, fastening them by wrapping my tail around myself. I stood behind Mansk, peeking past him to see. 

A faint voice was heard and some mumbling until we saw the leaves rustling. Suddenly, Quaritch emerged from the forest with Lyle behind him. 

They looked just as surprised to see us as we were to see them. Well, the two men were following my scent just like Mansk had done, but they were surprised to see Mansk there with me. 

Manks lowered his weapon, wanting to let out a small sigh of relief at the false alarm of danger until he realised that they must be in the same state he was in before. While he still felt protective, he couldn’t prevent anything from happening. Especially because both of them were his superiors. Colonel Quaritch and Corporal Wainfleet. 

“Well won’t ya look at that,” Quaritch said looking at me. “I was hopin’ to catch you.” 

I don’t think either of them had caught on to what had happened. Lyle only now realised that I was standing behind Mansk. The Colonel observed Mansk, raising an eyebrow at him before Mansk huffed and moved out of the way. 

Miles’ and Lyle’s eyes landed on me and instantly noticed the newly bare skin I was showing. They seemed surprised again. The Colonel raised both his eyebrows, just staring at me pathetically trying to cover myself and he scoffed. 

Lyle was grinning, both of them seeming amused by how I was standing in front of them. Mansk on the other hand was cursing himself for not dressing you when he had the chance. He wasn’t thrilled about the idea of them seeing you like this. At least he got you first. 

That’s when I heard a voice in my ear and realised it was Z-Dog. My ears perked up and I flinched a little. 

‘Y/N?’ she asked and I pressed the call on my throat to reply. 

“Z-Dog? How you doing?” I ask, wondering whether she hasn’t been caught yet. Miles notices what’s happening and presses his own call on his throat, listening to our conversation. 

‘I’m kinda fucked, not gonna lie.’ she replies and I have to suppress a giggle. 

“Same here.” I reply and she starts complaining about this taking too long. Miles dismisses it with a wave of his hand and stops listening. I do too, needing to focus on the situation I was in. 

Quaritch walks past Mansk and towards me, while Lyle follows. He stares me down but not in a hateful way. He’s examining me. My reactions to him. He needs to know how I feel because my scent has had him and Lyle both feeling sexually frustrated over the past hour. 

Lyle passes his fellow soldier. “What? Don’t like sharin’?” he teases Mansk before returning his gaze to me. Mansk grunts, clearly not pleased. 

“I thought you were innocent, princess.” Miles said, putting his finger under my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. 

I started feeling all flustered and overwhelmed again. If more soldiers would come after Miles and Lyle I would pass out. 

For slight comfort, I curled my tail around my lower thigh. My eyes looked away from Quaritch’s ones and I naturally had my ears tipped back, showing my restless state. 

“I think I prefer you like this, though.” Miles added and Lyle smirked. I looked up at Miles and noticed how his nose twitched. 

He picked up your scent which was 10 times as strong now. He had it flooding his mind with vivid imaginations for the past hour, but never was it this strong. 

I watched how his pupils seemed to dilate and his eyes magically grew darker. Lyle smelled it too, and groaned, adjusting his pants. I glanced down and almost gasped. They seemed to be just as lust-hindered as me. 

While my problem had just been solved by Mansk, seeing them had me feeling aroused all over again. I bit my lip and clenched my legs together and Miles’ eyes shot down, watching my movements. That’s what broke his restraining form. He grabbed my shoulder, angling me to the side so that his hand could grasp my braid. His other hand then went down and he tore the pants that were covering me from my grip. I squeaked at the sudden movements and then felt how Quaritch kicked in the back of my knees, making me fall down to mine with his guidance. 

Lyle chuckled, moving forward to stand in front of me. Quaritch got down on his knees behind me, examining me for a few seconds before his hand reached out for my bra and pulled it up so that my breasts were now bare in front of all of them. My face heated up in embarrassment because I was the only one exposed like this.

He then pushed me further down and I found myself on all fours again. My tail was trying to cover my pussy but it was no use. The Colonel had one hand wrapped around my braid, tugging it back, while the other grabbed my tail and moved it to the side. 

Suddenly, Lyle got down on his knees in front of me and I noticed how strained his pants were from his hard-on. He took over, holding the braid so that Quaritch could focus on my lower half. He held my tail to the side and let his fingers glide through the folds of my pussy. 

Still being a little sensitive from last time, I flinch but it feels so good that a soft moan escapes my lips. 

“Look at you, acting like a bitch in heat.” Miles teases, delivering a harsh spank to my right cheek. I yelp, biting down on my lip and the Lyle cups my face, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb, just staring down at me while his superior continues to tease me. 

I was in fact, a bitch in heat. 

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want.” Quaritch says and I feel a little relieved that the teasing will end. 

The Colonel would have continued but he needed to solve his own cravings and they couldn’t wait any longer. 

Behind me, I once again heard a belt being undone and a zipper opened. Lyle did the same in front of me and I gasped a little when I saw his dick. Holy shit, he was big. 

I felt Miles, push his head against my hot slick skin, rubbing it for a bit before he lined himself up with me. I held my breath, knowing there was almost no time for foreplay because our needs were too strong. One could call the hunt, foreplay.

Quaritch’s hand wrapped around my tail and his other hand gripped my hip and he thrust himself into me swiftly with one move. I was still wet from Mansk so it was easier to fit this time. 

Miles hissed at the feeling and pleasure started clouding his senses too. I moaned, arching my back into Miles and Lyle chuckled. 

“I didn’t think you’d be greedy, Buttercup.” Lyle teased, placing his cock on my parted lips. “You just got fucked and now ya gettin’ it again.” 

I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying because Quaritch started moving his hips against mine, not being able to stop himself from mindlessly rutting into me.

“Open that pretty lil’ mouth, baby.” Lyle said, grasping my jaw into his hand. I do as he says and look at him through the eyelashes of my half-lidded eyes. Lyle lets my tongue glide over the tip of his dick and he bites down on his bottom lip, tightening his grip on my hair. Then he slowly angles my jaw down and pushes a bit of himself into me, so that his dick presses against the inside of my cheek. I wrap my lips around him, using my tongue to continue to worship his cock. 

Miles grunts, speeding his pace up. “Ya feel so good- fuck, sweet’eart.” he curses, keeping his eyes fixed on where he’s disappearing into me while occasionally glancing at how I’m taking Lyle. 

Lyle holds my head in place and rocks his hips back a forth a bit. I can see how he is fighting the urge to just fuck my face but if I would let him I would most definitely suffocate. Each time he pushes himself down my throat a little more, until I reach my limit and he’s only halfway in. Luckily, Lyle doesn’t seem to care because once he pushed in as far as possible, his head lolled back in bliss. 

Each time Miles hit a specific spot inside me that made me lose my mind, I moaned around Lyle which stimulated him even further. 

“Such a slut for us, huh baby?” Miles said breathily, knowing damn well I couldn’t reply. 

“So good…” Lyle sighed, his eyes watching my lips.

I was being tugged back and forth, and I felt Quaritch’s nails dig into my hip. Their pants and grunts were sending shivers down my body and I felt my legs start to shake. 

“Who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart?” Miles asks, speeding up his ruthless pace. I moan around Lyle in response, squeezing my eyes shut. 

Lyle can’t help himself but push himself a little further into you. It’s been overwhelming from the start and now I can’t restrain a choke, followed by a muffled cough. Quickly, I try to relax my throat and I feel tears stinging in the corners of my eyes. 

I look up pleadingly at Lyle and see how his bottom lip has almost turned white from how hard he is holding it between his teeth. His tail is flicking behind him in satisfaction and his muscles keep flexing. 

I feel Miles’ thrusts go sloppy and he lets go of my hip, his free hand travelling beneath me and almost immediately finding my clit. My eyes shoot open and I whimper. 

He applies pressure to my clit, rubbing it with his middle finger while I can’t stop myself from pressing further into him. 

“That’s it, almost there, baby.” Miles says between clenched teeth, focusing on having me release at the same time as him. 

I hollow my cheeks around Lyle and he groans again, throwing his head back while guiding my head up and down him. The fact that I’m able to take so much of him into my mouth turns him on so much he can’t suppress his climax anymore.

Lyle thrusts forward, holding my mouth firmly close to him while his entire body tenses and he empties himself down my throat. Since he’s so far down, I swallow all of his cum out of reflex. 

Lyle pulls out of me and I manage to finally breathe again. His fingers wipe some spit and cum off my lip as he watches the way my face contorts in pleasure. 

“Sir-” I moan, wanting to let him know I’ll cum soon. Addressing him like that at this moment made his stomach twist in excitement and he continued to pound into me. 

“I know baby, you can let go.” He breathes out, his finger still massaging my clit. He switches his angle again and perfectly hits my G-spot making me cry out. 

I come undone and swear that I can see stars. My mind and vision go blank for a few seconds as I spasm around Quaritch who rides out my high before climaxing. He curses under his breath, both hands gripping my hips as he thrusts himself as deep into me as possible and stills his movements. 

The Colonel’s muscles flex and his head falls back while he releases his cum deep into me, having it mix with Mansk’s. 

Lyle had zipped his pants up again, and was holding my head up with his hand, grinning at the way my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

I hear a sigh behind me and Miles slowly pulls out and I start losing balance. My body starts tipping to one side but both men hold me steadily again before I can fall. 

“You still with us, Buttercup?” Lyle asks, chuckling when he sees my glossy eyes. I’m completely fucked out and they know it.

I nod, with a small cough and a sniffle. He wipes a few tears away, caressing my cheek again. My bra was adjusted down again and after Miles dressed himself, he helped me back into my underwear and pants. 

Mansk helped me to my feet while the other two adjusted their belts and picked up their weapons. I was leaning against him, my head pressed against his arm while I tried to regain my senses in reality. 

“You doin’ okay, pretty?” Mansk asks, his hand comfortingly rubbing up and down my back. I gently nod, sniffling a little again and rubbing my eye. I was so exhausted. 

“We’re headin’ back. We reassemble the squad and then return to base.” Miles orders and both soldiers nod. He walks up to me, smiling when I look up at him. 

“You did good, sweetheart. Can ya’ manage?” he asks, wondering whether I will be able to walk home. I tiredly nod, and he returns it before leading the way. Mansk guides me, letting me lean on him whenever I have to while Lyle walks at the back, to ensure our safety. 

Even though I was still in a rather scary and unfamiliar environment, to be completely honest, I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer in my entire life.

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Colonel's Orders Version 2.0 (Ja and Prager smut)

[fluorynn]

🔗 — ᴛɪɴʏ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ᴅ ʏᴀ ꜱᴀʏ?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ : recom!miles quaritch ✘ fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 4.3k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ / ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : SMUT, no plot, Quaritch got a breeding kink, masturbation with an audience, teasing, vaginal sex, mentions of oral sex, choking? ( Quaritch receiving it, I am FERAL when it comes to those dog tags of his—) unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, explicit language

ᴛᴀɢꜱ : @aristocolourway

ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : Well… this is unexplainable, lol. One of my first times writing smut for Quaritch — for any big blue alien, lol🥲 Imma admit, I didn’t see him in this way at the beginning but the more I watched the movie, the more I realized he had no right being this FINE😭 anyways, im getting this out the way so I can continue with Neteyam’s series !!! Enjoy !!! <33

“Darlin’, jus’ move yer hand f’me. C’mon—” The rather swollen lower lip of Quaritch’s lolled once more between his teeth. The corners of his mouth had elevated into a smirk. One that brought a prominent twinkle to his gold hues, one that clashed with the silver around his neck, dog tags dangling across his chiseled pecs down to the planes of his stomach. Of course, the breathing mask was also dangling his neck, but it seemed to be long forgotten by the recom with every breath he stole from you.

Constricting was the word to describe his lengthy abdomen, for the way he restrained himself with his entire abnormal strength from plunging forward into your tiny entrance, and the assistance of the small facility’s dim lights and perspiration coating his azure tones sent another jolt down to your stomach.

“M-Miles, baby, it’s not gonna go in—”

A ‘tsk’ hissed from between his teeth, lips puckering in that feigning disappointing manner, and a deep exhale emerged from you. The pink flesh of your walls fluttered around the imperceptible even though Quaritch’s plump, softly glowing tip stroked at your entrance, your small hands applying the slightest of pressure to his lower stomach. 

His head couldn’t help but tilt in wonder while a dimple showed between his brows. Really, he could just ignore your commentary, ignore the way the small length of your fingers pushed at his lower stomach in order to keep him from moving forward and use his much stronger force. But how could he ignore that cute panic striking your eyes? He couldn’t be that harsh with you.

So instead, the large expanse of his thumb reached to gently push your jaw up to look at him. “ ‘T’s always the same thing with you, cupcake. Sayin’ it won’t go in, and yet ev’ry time, it does.”

Another lustful glaze of honey spiraled over his irises, making their shade darker, sponging those now dilating pupils of his as he glanced down your bare body and disheveled attire. His stupidly large hands and sharp canines had torn it to pieces, until your breasts were liberated and your weeping hole clenched from the cool air.

Your round eyes couldn’t evict from analyzing every tiny detail of his breathtaking face; at the way those lines upon his forehead wrinkled with his stifled grunts, how his brow quirked as his golden gaze devoured your every curve, at how his smiling mouth was moistened with your essence and was a reminder to how mere seconds ago, that feline-like tongue of his was between your legs, deliriously assaulting your clit, that Cheshire Cat smile sprawled across his face as he looked up at your crumbled expression.

The luminous freckles across his cheeks and flat nose were shining even more with his sweat and your slick, and the ones trailing down the lean length of his body glittered and entranced you. 

His features were sinister, lips curling over his teeth while the rest remained hard. “I won’t repeat myself, cupcake; move. Your. Hand.” His honed incisors found their spot below your jawline, finding the faint puncture they’d left minutes ago and enhanced the mark once more as they sank in.

That was when your jaw went slack, lips shaping a pretty ‘O’ while the smallness of your palms pressed over the nape of his damp neck, fingers winding over the curve of his head.

Quaritch inundated every one of your senses; his scent wavered your atmosphere, his ridiculously long frame lumbering and hiding your petite one from any other’s vision, the coolness of his dog tags grazing the sensitive flesh of your breasts and equally as biting as the way his canines did. 

Heat liquified through your entire body, walls elongating beyond constructing capacity the second your cunt consumed him entirely.  “F-fuck—”

Quaritch thrusted forward, half of his widthful cock disappearing between your legs, and the tiny bed below created a screeching creak from the act. A dribble of sweat shun between his brows as he grunted a low cuss word, teeth grinding together at the way your little cunt tightened around him. “ almos’ ‘ere, doll, almos’ ‘ere.” he crooned, thumb rising to stroke the damp locks over your temple, eliciting a muffled whimper from your throat.

Inhaling another sharp breath, glowing orbs peered into yours and with a small bob of your head, the other half of his shaft soon followed until his pelvis hovered over yours. All 10 plus inches stretching you out. Those eyes of his were blown out now as he stared down, being met with a subtle, so very subtle curve shadowing the flesh of your upper stomach — not only his eyes were abroad but so was that smirk of his as his hand went over the expanse of your belly, the outer shape of his cock, calloused fingertips grazing over the swollen flesh. 

“Well, wouldja look at that beauty…ain’t it darlin’?”

 Ever so lightly he pushed down, and when he did, whine after whine flew up your lungs. He didn’t dare to move though, not until you gave him the green signal that he could, giving you time to modify and gain control of your inhales and exhales.

Quaritch was no better though, not while he stroked the bulge within your lower abdomen, not while you tried pulling him even closer, sputtering out a low chuckle and jittered breath before raising his mask to take another deep and long inhale. “ ‘N here ya thought it wouldn’t go in—”

He was cut off by the way your dainty hand winded around the loose silver drooping across his chest, wrapping it tightly around each length of your fingers until inches away from the base of his throat. His eyes widened at the sight of yours; round, devoured with lust. “Fuck me, Quaritch.”

His rasped chuckle pulsated through your insides, and a low groan erupted past his mouth when you squeezed around him as the octave of his mocking laughter picked within the deepest parts of you. “Patience, darlin’. Don’t wanna ruin little you if ya don’t give both of us a minute—” 

His voice faded amongst the thick air, words caught in his throat with every twist and wind his dog tags made, clinking faintly against the other as your knuckles were practically burying against the blue flesh of his throat, nearly leaving no passage for air to transmit through.

 “Ruin me.”

“Well ain’t ya a pretty brat—”

You huffed, hands releasing his necklace and pushed him away. This caused Quaritch to stumble and lose his balance, knees digging into the delicate mattress and hoisting himself up as you slid away from him, tight cunt releasing him with a wet pop that made the both of you moan out loud. He was about to protest as to why you moved, why you turned away from him but all he could do was let his eyes follow the way you got on your knees, follow the way the pretty arch of your back descended down to the curve of your ass; so round, so fucking eye capturing and mouth watering that he has to restrain himself from craning forward to take a sharp bite.

You felt him watching, felt the way those amber irises flickered into specks that soon flowed through you, gathering and igniting down your body and between your thighs as they rubbed together to add friction to the burn. Reaching next to the bedside, you had to prop yourself on your forearms in order to grab what you desired, leaving your whole ass up in the air and in perfect display for the avatar. 

Ears chirped high, tail lashing in anticipation the more you arched, abdomen pressed into the white sheets. His palm had slithered down his stomach, fingers wrapping themselves around his cock and tightening at the base when your adorable fingers reached back and parted the globes of your ass, parting them so fucking prettily until both your holes were calling out to him.

“Ruin me, Quaritch.” 

“Well I’ll be damned…” Lithe and swift was his movement as he rose up, and even on his knees his large body still lurched over you when he scooted closer, not caring for the bed’s possible break and the sound of his palm meeting your ass blocked out the creaking. “Whatever occurred to ‘won’t go in’, huh?” He taunted you, yet you had felt him align himself once more, tip kissing your awaiting hole. He couldn’t help but slip in just an inch for the way you were drenched. Slick were your puffy lips, cascading down the inner angles of your thighs. Quaritch thought a little teasing never hurt anyone, so he was quick to slide out as soon as he slid in.

Desperate little thing you were, squirming and winding your hips back for his touch, the inhuman blaze of his body mingling with yours. You couldn’t help but whine at the way his fat tip did nothing more than graze along your pussy lips, teasing right over your clit.

It hurt , it ached terribly, the sexual frustration that consumed you.  “Miles,” you muttered, the call of his name ending with a whine when a single digit of his — not enough to occupy the space of his cock but lengthy enough to stretch you completely out — swirled in, the pad rubbing over your adhesive, soft walls.  “Somethin’ wrong, doll?”

His arrogant voice would’ve conflicted you if it weren’t for the way his accent thickened. He took pleasure in this, smug in the way your walls became one with his thick finger, watching the way you fell apart for him; wearily moaning, pussy drooling with no shame. Not a proper fuck yet and here you were, small silhouette disintegrating amongst his touch.

The very touch of his within you that soon turned into two fingers, slow at sliding in and out with the assistance of his dick.

“Quaritch. Enough with the games.”

Nothing but another chuckle huffed out, amused at the way you moved, already scheming and toy with your pretty pussy for as long as he wanted, and you caught onto this. Screw his damn schemes.

His mouth pursed in distaste at the way you perched forward and away from his shining tip. But all he could do was roll his broad shoulder back as he tried peering at what it was that you were doing, with his throbbing cock in his hold. 

His head slightly inclined to the side as he watched something come into your hold. “Whacha got there, sweetheart?”

You disregarded his question and turned over, back beautifully curling against the bedsheets and legs bent to the air, parting as far as they would allow you to. Quaritch’s nose sharply inhaled, throat being greeted with every droplet of drool collecting in his mouth at the sight of you; the pillar of your throat exposing the blemished flesh there ( thanks to his truly), head tossed back with your face tilted to the ceiling yet eyes hidden beneath closed lids. The room’s small scale of space only lets the sounds of your breathing enter its atmosphere.

Until the hum of the vibrating device in your hands was featured. Quaritch’s attention was punctured to it, allured to the way you slowly brought it lower with each second.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were ya—”

Oh but he wasn’t. And you would. Quaritch — knelt on your bed that nearly met its breaking point — was disposed of all for a cruddy toy that’s mushed up against your clit.

“S-shit— oh!”

The merciless celerity muggled the liquid pouring from your cunt, seeping through every direction and Quaritch watched in awe at the way it all came into little crystalline spheres, trickling down and pooling into an entire puddle within the disheveled sheets.

This is what you wanted from him, what you needed from him; to give you the immense pleasure this silly toy was providing for you. Yet you had to admit it was enjoyable, the way Quaritch’s sharp gaze stayed fixated on your abused clit, a twitch of his eye giving you the satisfaction that he desired to be the one making you feel this good. He desired to be the one you crumbled apart for; the one that precious pussy got demolished to. But he knew forbearance was never an easy task for you, or better yet he should know this. You weren’t in it for his foolish games at the moment.

“Desperate little thing ya are, eh?”

A coherent rejoin spewed from your lips, no sense to your words whatsoever and this made him grin widely. The bed screeched once more, this time with Quaritch’s back flat against the wall but not before bringing the delicacy of his queue over his shoulder while one of his long arms extended out and lifted your body with lithe, placing you over his upper leg, and you could feel the hardness of his cock, pushing and rubbing against the length of your spine.

Your thighs were dangerously apart from one another thanks to the firm stretch of his large thigh, repelling you from pulling away from him as the pressure of the quivers into your pulsing bud augmented when his palm, forceful and large, enveloped your much smaller one and applied pressure there.

“M-Miles, baby, w-wai—”

His chuckle reverberated within your flesh, adding onto your helpless attempt to moan out a plea. “Nah, darlin’. If ye’re that desperate for it, lemme help ya out then.”

The pressure accelerating working your lower belly was beyond ferocious, and Quaritch knew this rather quickly. He knew this for the way his ears flitted at the sound of your jumbled heartbeat and pitch of your slurs, the way his free hand engulfed your entire hip as he tugged you closer, the way he picked up the intoxicating scent of you increasing, the way he had pushed you forward and plunged one, then two thick fingers deep into your cunt and you squeezed deliciously around them, pushing you close to the edge and into the pools of ecstasy. 

The adaptedness of his finger pads covered and smoothed perfectly over the mushy parts of your walls. “ ‘Atta girl, that’s it—” His gravel-like voice grazed into your breathless and sharp exhales.

“I-I’m—Miles—”

An ignition flared in Quaritch’s core, with you so fucking pressed up against him, at the knowledge of you near in becoming undone all over his hand, just for him. The more his fingers thrusted in while the flat of his palm pushed the toy deeper, the more cum oozed out; sticky and translucent lot cohereting against his blue skin and a wide smirk morphed his features, waiting to get a taste.

“Ya near, cupcake?” You chin pushed into your chest, jaw quivering as the words whined out: “Uh-huh, I-I’m close—”

“Gonna make a bigger mess f’me?”

“Y-yes—” Quaritch withdrew his hand from applying pressure and led yours — still clutching the vibrator to your pulsing clit — just right above your lower belly, right near your pelvis area. This emitted an increase of the drizzle that was already scurrying around his fingers and absorbed into the bedsheets and his outstretched leg, until its splotching sounds had clashed with the octaves of your moans.

His hand was unrelenting though, still spurting in with the same merciless force he owned despite you already reaching your peak. “Q-Quaritch, oh my— shit!”

“I gotcha, sweetheart,” he purred into your ear, the pink of his nose nuzzling over the soft skin behind. “Let it out, c’mon, let it all out f’r me.”

The immense ecstasy you had felt slowly eased, bringing you down to Pandora’s surface. The pace of his fingers settled for a slow, sensual one and they jittered slightly within you when your damp cheek fell over his flexing forearm. “That was nice,” you breathed out, peering back at him with that lovely grin of yours that he too returned.

He pulled his digits out, groaning lowly at the squelching sound your cunt created when he did. Though they were quick to latch onto the flesh of your thighs, lifting you in the air until you were pressed down against and facing him. Those supple lips of yours parted in astonishment at the way his damn dick tumescences, cushioned tip shining with the opalescent glow of his precum, sprinkled with the twinkle of his star like freckles. It was unfair how pretty it was, how pretty his entire existence was. And Quaritch knew this, his mind had grown into this form, and he knew the way it affected you by the way he grinned with pride when your lower lip protruded.

“You’d be doing us a pleasure in givin’ us a turn, sweetheart.” With a tap of his tip on your tummy, both of your hands reached behind to support your weight on his thighs as you lifted yourself up for it to bury itself in you without any trouble, your cum functioning as lubricant as you settled down halfway down.

Your whimpered “yes” was all he needed to proceed, and the length of fingers wounded over your hip, practically splaying across your back while his thumb pressed below your belly button as he slowly pushed you much further down, watching as his cock awaited filled you, twitching to deeply fill your womb with his cum.

He didn’t mind the idea, he was actually curious to see a Tiny Miles Quaritch or… what would be a good way to name the girl? — if the little plum came out blue and chubby or the peach came out neutral and gorgeous like their mama, running around, wanting to test the waters in getting you round and swollen while carrying his inhuman DNA more than one time. The thought made him spasm as he stretched you out with his entire length, until you were flushed against his pelvis.

“Oh hell,” he gritted out, watching the way your eyes peered down at his constricting torso. “Perfectly tight as always…”

Vehement he was when it came to sex, and every time, with every touch and utter, you mollified for him. Clearly, this time was no different; the feel of Quaritch tumescending in you, his dick embedded within your stomach, all the reason to bring you close once again. “M-miles, oh my god—”

“Permission to move, doll?” The frantic bobs of your head gave him the opportunity to refresh some manners in that pretty head of yours. Teeth, deadly and predatorial, excavated into the interstice where the graceful line of your neck ranged and became shoulder. He didn’t release until the tang of iron became one with his taste buds, the rough surface of his tongue wasting no time in lapping the trickle of scarlet leaving your abused skin.

A hiss whispered from your lungs, and he soon managed to sweetly stroke his wet muscle over the pain he had caused until it was nothing but pleasure. The corner of your mouth hoisted when the flexible extension of his tail coiled around your thigh, wisps of dark hair skimming across your inner thigh. “How cute…”

“Those ain’t the words I’m waiting for, doll face.” He growled out, and you reached out to very lightly tug on his queue. “Dammit, Quaritch!—”

“ ‘Dammit, Quaritch’ ain’t the statement I was lookin’ for, now I—”

His sentence didn’t finish its near end for your palms had reached behind and planted themselves on his thighs, hips giving a slow roll before lifting your body up until the thick tip of it remained slightly in and slammed back down with a throaty moan.

His back pushed against the wall, putting the mask over his flat nose and mouth once more, and you could see the way his sly grin grew behind the fog his sharp breaths created in the mask before letting it dangle once more across his chest, bracing himself for the next of your moves.

One turned into two, two into three surprisingly hard claps your ass gave with his cock nuzzled tightly and further within your womb with each bounce, each stretch. “F-fuck, Miles, fuck me, please!” You beseeched, you whined, not caring anymore to contain yourself.

Quaritch huffed out a chuckle, a single large hand reaching over to encase both your tiny wrists, practically your forearms in the curl of his fingers and mushed them against your breasts, and his back pushed off from the wall so his other arm could curl around your entire midsection. You had no other option but to surrender full control over to the colonel without a single complaint or shift of movement, leaving it all to him.

“As you please, cupcake,” are the last words uttered before he lifted your body off his cock, only to ram you down with much more verve. He continued until the choir of huffs, moans and whimpers featured with skin plastered and slammed against one another recapitulated within the small room, the most probable outcome being that the other recom avatars and scientists could hear what was going on.

A pearlescent circlet scintillated at the base of Quaritch’s dick, disseminating over the blue tones of his shaft with every rise and fall your pussy gave him. “F-fuck, Miles, fuck, Miles….” was dragged from your hoarse throat, revealing the pretty column of it with the head tilt you gave until an ache came upon your shoulders.

“Damn, darlin’,” his voice gruffed out, vocal cords tight and visible around the muscles of his neck as every single fiber of his body tightened as well as he contained the orgasm his lower belly implored to fully release past his aching tip.

Taking advantage of the hold he had around your wrists, he tugged you forward until you sprawled over his abdomen, the pads of his thumbs rubbing soft circles over your chin and lower lip. “Y’keep squeezing around me like this, pretty thing, don’t know if I can hol’ it—”

“ ‘m sorry, M-Miles, c-can’t help it—”

Trembling, overwhelmed, and close you were to be ruined once more atop of Quaritch. Your thighs and his tail was coated with sweat and your cum that splotched with every pull down and every snap his hips gave. “D-don’t think I can keep it in, don’t think I can keep myself from cummin’ in ya—”

He had slightly pushed you back and brought your sore arms over your head, tears pearling your waterline and lashes as you both peered down between your legs; how his pretty dick disappeared and half of it would reappear once again with the slight protuberance of your belly, the thick and glowing veins accentuating his striped shaft curling inside of you in the most exhilarating and immoral way.

“N-no, please cum in me— d-don’t pull out, d-don’t hold it—”

Quaritch’s brows had pinched together, an affliction being the cause of their shape as his remorseless thrusts had settled for a slower pace, though the force did not go unrelented, and though it brought a scorching pain to settle deep within your bones and muscles, you didn’t regret it whatsoever.

“Words like that are dangerous now. Y’really want me to fill ya up, doll, with the possibility of you gettin’ pregnant?” He brought your forearms back over your chest, pressing them further in as the arm currently around you pulled away, his palm being splayed out and pushing against the small of your back until your body shaped a lovely arch; and he grinned at the fact that you let him bend you to his will.

Uncoordinated syllables spewed from your tongue, unknown to anyone else besides Quaritch for he’s seen you in this state more times than he could ever count. “Hm hmm, get me pregnant, M-Miles—”

Lax colored eyes gained another coating of color as his grin outstretched his entire face. “Hm, really?” His back hunched off the wall until his mouth hovered over your tilted down chin, palm applying more pressure to the lower column of your spine, swirling you over his dick as your whines increased in pitch. “Want a blue fleshed baby in ya? A babe that carries my genes?”

A long groan followed down the length of his throat at the narrow clench your walls gave him from his words, and you could feel every spasm his dick created in your stomach. You could feel the ooze pooling within you, knowing his restraints had been broken as Quaritch’s dick already exuded.

“A pretty baby that looks like their mama?” He grunted out, almost as if the thought excited and pained him all at once, to see a little one portraying the exactness of your lovely features.

“ Do it, Colonel. Fill me up.”

All Quaritch needed was your verbal assent, and with that, not even a second later, the coiling band within his lower stomach finally snapped, emptying his entire load in your pussy, giving into your words. Thick and boiling it was, your cunt, your own flowing with it. The increasing pressure of it became too much, pushing your own release afterwards, hybridizing with Quaritch’s cum as it seeped down his cock, still throbbing from the aftershocks within you.

His tight grip relinquished into a soft one around your arms, soon releasing them as he very carefully, very gently brought you to his front until your chin found its spot over his heaving chest, cock still buried deep inside of you, making sure that none of his seed went without purpose.

It was an entire different story when it came to aftercare, how sweet, how soft he was with you; his large palm cradling the curve of your head close while his fingers managed to reach and stroke the damp tendrils of hair pasted to your temples and cheeks, his tail setting for a protective, gentle curl around your leg, his mouth softly falling over your forehead, your cheek, your neck, shoulder, with hushed praises meeting your perspired flesh as well.

You exhaled serenely as you melted into his touch, Quaritch’s other palm flush over the small of your back while his thumb stretched to stroke your belly. Silence lumbered over the two of you, savoring in the feeling and moment until Quaritch’s rasped, accented voice had to cut in.

“A tiny Quaritch now, what’d ya say?”

“Absolutely not naming him Tiny Quaritch.”

“Nickname should be T.Q.”

[jakexneytiri]

OOOoooHHHHH THIS SCENE CHANGE

jake 😭😭😭 “who is this”

[bloomdim]

Miles Quaritch giving a facial | Smut

Warnings: Cum shot, Facial, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink

‘C’mon tell me you wanna get fucked dumb by daddy’s cock’ he cooed from above you, his twitching cock hovering over your delicate features as he pumped.

Your tongue laid out for him to see, precum dropping off his tip and onto your rosy lips.

‘I wanna get fucked dumb by daddy’s cock’ you repeated softly, your lustful eyes looking up at him as he pumped.

‘Mhm go on pretty Girl’ he grunted, feeling his release building up. Low grunts and growls fell from his mouth as he ravished in the way you were knelt in front of him like a good girl.

‘I want daddy’s cum’ your doe eyes never leaving his leaking cock, waiting and watching for his seed to spurt onto you. The veins on his length popping out as he chased his release.

‘Daddy can I-‘ before you could get a word out his finger found your plush lips and shut you up. His other hand pumping away as he stared down at you lustfully.

‘Not yet darlin’ he growled out, his hand brushing through your hair as he gave one last pump. His hips thrusted into nothing as he let out a low groan, eyes squeezing shut as ropes of cum shot onto your soft features. Painting you with his arousal, some catching on your tongue as your eyes fluttered open.

‘Shit—good Girl’ he grunted, letting out a sigh as he pulled you closer. His seed coating your tongue white, as you stared up at him.

He looked down at you, his cock growing limp as his length calmed down. Tilting your chin up to see him, he smirked down at the mess he had made.

‘Such a dirty girl aren’t ya?’ He teased, his tongue sliding along his canines. Your face dripping in his seed as he brushed a piece of hair out of your glistening face.

‘Now Swallow like a good girl’

Taglist: @neytirishottie

[milequaritchsslut]

Overly obsessive partners | Avatar

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

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

Miles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ronal

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

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

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

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

Z-dog

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

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

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

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

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

Tonowari

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

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

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

Neytiri

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

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

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

[soulntes]

ONE : SOMNOPHILIA <3

ROMANCING PANDORA EVENT

MILES QUARITCH X INGYEN

life in the forest of pandora is one of a kind. living among the beauty and nature, full of life and uniqueness.

for miles, pandora gave him all of that.

a life in the forest with beauty that he can wake up to every morning everyday. the woman of his dreams. her eyes holding all the stars and her lips tempting to kiss every single second without taking a single breath. lost in the touch of her skin.

her smile when he makes her laugh at his stupid remarks and jokes he comes up with. her hair in a rich smell of the flora she rubs herself with when she bathes in the waters. her skin decorated in fine blue stripes and bioluminescent shining stars than the sun when enjoy watching the night sky.

the warmth of her skin touching his when they mate. her tail wrapped around his as he thrusts faster and harder into her so he can hear her moans against his ear. her face rubbing against his in such a precious intimacy. the kisses she gives when they're both close to their climax and her hands holding his face tenderly.

ma miles. she whispers the closer they get when he's moving his hips feverishly of the overwhelming feeling in his stomach and his heartbeat accelerating when she's making him feel so good, so hot, and so....

miles pants and grunts from looking at her below him with a lustful and loving expression that he couldn't handle in keeping it in anymore. he wants her every time and every day.

ingyen. he mutters with his lips agape, letting out moans and noises for her to hear and hips stuttering with every movement he gives her.

ingyen. again and again with desperation in his voice to release all of him into her.

ingyen. one more time and she can feel all that he offers.

miles awakes from his slumber in an instant when he felt his release with a low grunt escaping as he arches his back. after the intense climax, he gathers his thoughts a few minutes realizing it was a sex dream. a heck of a good one that it felt real.

ever since he met ingyen, the dreams have circulated his mind but it became more frequent when he mated with her. this woman was in every bit of his life and mind that he's so obsessed with her.

he wipes the sweat off of his face while taking deep breaths and looks down at his cock with cum leaking out. it was still hard and twitching.

miles curses under his breath and sees his ingyen sleeping peacefully, cuddling him with her head resting on his arm and back turned.

her intoxicating smell and body in front of him while he was horny and driven crazy that he wants to wake her to help him out but he doesn't want to bother her.

just by looking at her, he wants to devour her and ravish her the way she needs to be. clouded by lust and love that he removes her tweng off carefully, slowly lifting her leg up to discard it aside and scoots his cock in between her legs. his cock twitches at the mere touch of her pussy, dripping in with precum. holding her hip with one hand and the arm she was resting on, he brought her closer to his chest and starts to move hips hips slowly.

a moan escapes his lips at the feeling of her folds, wetting his hard cock that he started to get bold and moves a little faster and squelching sounds were heard in their privacy of their spot on date night.

he bites his lower lip when his hips pull back and pushes between her thighs so that the tip rubs her clit. it felt so good. so addicting of having her asleep while he was rutting his desires and lust that it wasn't enough to alleviate.

a few minutes passed, he was moving against her but he had enough of rubbing his cock on her pussy.

he raised her leg again and placed it on his, grabbed his hard cock with his hand and jerked it off a bit to lubricate well enough to enter her easily. his lips were plastering kisses on her neck and his tongue tracing her skin with his eyes roll back.

miles was a wild animal for ingyen.

his heavy pants and breathing almost made ingyen wake up but she kept sleeping and rubbed her face in his arm which got his heart thumping.

miles waited a few seconds until he felt her sigh and fell asleep again. slowly he put the tip in her folds and inside her pussy, letting out a low grunt when his cock twitched inside.

"fuck." miles muttered placing his head on hers to rub his scent and face onto hers and embraces her around her neck and the other arm around her waist as he started going in and out of her pussy.

he tried keeping his sounds to himself but it was impossible since the tightness around him had his head spinning in unholy thoughts and consumed by her presence and scent.

she's all he needs. she's all he wants. she's all of him.

driving his hips with every thrust had him close to his climax and he looked at her sleeping face and thrust a little hard each second that felt she wasn't waking. it was all too much but not enough for him to stop.

a whimper left his lips when he hit her spot that he loved to thrust into and grips her waist not too tight and moves his hips faster that his tail curls around hers. he kisses her cheek and grabs one of her breasts in his hand, "yawne....yawne....yawne.." he repeated in a whisper, keeping his hips at a steady movement and feeling he was coming soon.

this moment where he fucks her during her sleep gave him an intense pleasure and small dominance over her body with a submissive state. her pussy was too good to not put his cock in.

miles felt his cock twitching nonstop when she squeezed around him tighter and tighter, making him thrust harder as he fondled her breast and tilted her head towards him to kiss his lips.

ingyen slowly woke up after feeling her mate's cock in her that she started to moan against his lips when he kissed her. her hand travels down to her clit and begins to rub quickly to climax along with miles.

miles finally lets out louder moans and grunts and thrusts faster and harder into her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and swirls around her tongue. ingyen opens her eyes a little to see his lustful eyes looking directly at her and speeds up her fingers that her juices were starting to squirt.

the male na'vi felt her squirting that at this moment is to release all of his cum into her, "ingyen....ingyen....ma ingyen....cum with me..."

as soon he whispered those words into her mouth that she came and he thrust one last time and came into her sweet, wet pussy and moaned into her mouth. he held her tightly against his chest and grips her breasts tighter at the intense moment until he let out the last drop of his cum.

after both mates climaxed and relaxed under the night sky in each other's embrace and his cock in her pussy, ingyen slowly takes it out and turns around to look at him, "ma miles, you could've woken me up." she left pecks on his chest and his neck and rubs her face against his to feel his comfort.

he purrs returning her affection by rubbing his face against hers back, "you looked so gorgeous sleeping and so tempting that i had to have you in your sleep."

ingyen slightly chuckled and hugs her mate close and miles runs his hand through her hair as he kisses her tenderly.

this was one hell of a date for both of them.

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@eywaite

[cats-and-fiction]

Boring shift - NSFW

Human Quaritch x Human female Reader

Summary: You are standing guard in probably the most boring part of the whole base. Luckily for you someone thought of you and decided to pay a visit.

Note: Gave smut a second try in writing. I‘m…I‘m trying my best. Reblogs are appreacited just as likes and comments.

The little guard tower offered you a comfortable shift without having to wear a mask or carry around extra air-canisters. It even offered a chair on which you right now lounged. Your feet up on the consoles and eyes gazing outside into the nicht of Pandora.

Sure, you should be standing now, keeping your hawk eyes onto the forest for any enemy. Take a walk outside to makw sure you didn‘t miss a thing but who in their right mind wojld attack this place? The Na‘vi had been up to this point not ones to attack. Well, except sometimes but not this whole base.

So with this explanation in your head you lounged in the tower, doing your guard shift and lounging in your chair chewing on some gum and trying to keep yourself awake. Nonody would come here except one who would tale over your shift later but with a look at the watch hanging above the door it would take some time. Closing your eyes as you didn‘t manage to get any good night sleep the last days you relished in this quite time.

Until you heard the airlock open and close. Someone taking his mask off, probably hanging it onto the wall before opening the door from the airlock to this room. With your eyes wide awaken you almost tumbled off your chair as you got scared shitless after the person entered. „hope we aren‘t sleeping“, luckily you managed to catch yourself. Pulling your legs off the desk and turning around your face started to grow hot from embarrassment as Quaritch stood right behind you. A pleased look on his face and hands behind his back.

„No Sir!“, your reply came fast, maybe too fast if you now thought about it but Qaritch didn‘t react. He instead came close to stop beside you and look outside. Like a little kid that was caught stealing candy you sat on your chair, looking outside, as good as it was possible, as the window was elevated and the only thing you actually saw were treetops. „I was about to do my round anyway“, you quickly stood up, kicking the chair backwards making it roll away. You turned towards the door to make an exit but he caught you on your wrist.

„L/N“, you felt Quaritch behind you, letting go of your wrist and instead softly push your hair away and give your neck a kiss. „Miles“, you laughed but closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his kiss and his hands sneaking around your waist.

„What if someone comes in?“, your fear was justified but the only person that would come here was your replacement and until then it would take hours. „Nobody comes here. Guess why you got the shittiest of all places“, you felt his laugh as he continued to kiss your neck. His body was almost touching yours, his hands rested on your hips but they started to move towards your belt. You sighed and slightly leaned towards him.

At this sign of you being okay he smiled and slowly pulled you towards the console. Turning you arojnd to face him you saw a grin on his lips as he pressed you against the console and then hoisting you up on it. His hands caressing your thighs as Quaritch kissed you.

As to pull him even closer you layed your arms around his shoulders and accepted his kiss. He stood invetween your legs and you lightly pressed them against his body. Trying to keep him as close to you as possible. The fear of loosing him as every second someone could call for him. Ending this moment. Yet it was overshadowed by the heat in your body, it felt flush and with every second passing goosebumps arose on your skin. You felt your heartbeat not only in your chest but also started to feel it between your legs.

With every minute that Quaritch used to caress your body with his hands and kisses your both needs became stronger. You felt wet and his fingeres felt like they played a violin as he made sure you were ready. His fingers moved to open your pants and pull them down togetger with panties until they hid the floor. It didn‘t take long for him to immidiatly open up his own pants just enough for his errected dick to fit through.

Aligning himself he slipped into you with no problem and the fullfilling feeling let you grab tight onto him. He stayed still for you to adjust before starting to move in a rhythm.

Quaritch tried to keep it in a good pace and didn‘t want to get too rough with you like last time but you knew him. Your moans and begging for more of him boosted his ego. You wanted him. You needed him. Right now you were at his mercy. Your hot, flushed body burning from sensation as he tgrusts into you. His face was buried in your neck as he grunted, turned on by the ones of you. Your trembling voice asking, no begging, for him.

The noise of the outside was no longer you two noticed, caught in the moment right now. No yelling from down in the fly area, no heavy machinery that worked through the night. The only thing counting now was you two and your sweaty bodies. Quaritchs bite into your neck send the last droplet over the edge for bith of you as you two came in union.

[olivia-the-weirdo]

POV: You get a voice message from your love, Miles Quaritch.

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Original audio from @plzfeedmebread 🥰💕. I also dedicate this to them, for serving the Avatar fandom with her Fanfiction. The more Miles x romance fanfictions, the better.

[raving-raven-writing]

YouTuber AU--- Avatar Fanfiction

I don't know if that is the correct label to give this AU, but it is modern day, all human. This is a snippet for a story I am writing that is centric on Lyle and an OC of mine. @roxynmae knows what I am talking about. This idea grows fonder to my heart whenever I look at it, so I really need to finish the last chapter of the Path of the Lost Men and my Western AU before moving onto this. TW: This story touches on heavy topics like depression and suicidal ideation.

“No Lyle again?” Lopez exclaimed. “What the hell?” 

Miles swallowed and cleared is throat. “He’s in the hospital.” “Is he okay?” Z-Dog asked. “What did he do to himself this time?” She’d been there when he’d injured his shoulder. How exactly he managed to fuck it up that bad, no one knew, not even the medics that patched him up. “Not a physical injury,” Miles said. “More of a mental health crisis.” Silence fell over everyone at the table,their smiles dropping from their faces, replaced by looks of concern.They could all come to a quick conclusion of what he meant by those words. What a hell of a way to start a game night. “Damn,” Lopez muttered, breaking the somber silence, “How long has that been going on? We…we should have known!” “Sometimes depressed people often look the happiest,” Ja said quietly. His hands fidgeted with the card deck in his hands. Miles hummed in agreeance. He and Lyle were close, had been for many years, and even he hadn’t seen the signs. And Lyle was a big goofball;  he and Lopez were well known for their bouts of their young boy like  mischievous attitudes.

“I talked with Mina. She said he’s staying as an inpatient for a bit while they adjust his medication.”

Lopez made the sign of the cross over him and then kissed the silver cross necklace that hung around his neck. “I’ll pray for him, boss.”

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request for reader waking up to being pounded by quaritch and/or deep throated by lyle

love ur works!<333

the more the merrier lmao. thank you <3

"Sleep Won't Do It"

Recom Miles Quaritch x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Lyle Wainfleet

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Summary: (what the ask says) The recoms are having a hard time adapting to their new bodies. Many overcome it by excessive sleeping. But sleep doesn't help Quaritch or Lyle. Both need something else and you're there to help them.

WARNINGS: pure filthy smut, somnophilia, non-con, praise kink, penetration f, blowjob, dacryphilia, male ejaculation

Word Count: 2245

The last few days had been tough for all the recoms including you. 

Everyone was and still is getting used to their new Avatar bodies and it’s more difficult than expected. 

Every time you wake up, there is a small hope inside all of the recoms that the hands that come to rub at the eyes are no longer blue. But every time, the body disappoints. 

Sleeping has become the only escape from this living nightmare. It was the only way any of you could cope with the Avatar. Or at least, that’s what you thought…

Our mission was still being planned so there wasn’t much to do at this time. It was so overwhelming to the mind that the body was so different. It made many of us feel constantly tired. That’s why you would often see us sitting or leaning against something with our head resting on our arms, fast asleep. I had passed out on the couch in our so-called ‘break room’ about an hour ago. The couch was obviously big for a human but even to me as a recom, it was large. There had most likely been some mistake in measuring. Perhaps they assumed the Avatars were larger. Now, about 3 Avatars could lie comfortably on it. 

I’m fast asleep, laying on the softly woven sofa which smells of freshly washed clothes. My head is resting on my outstretched arms in front of me because I’m laying on my stomach. The tail which is one of the most difficult things to control is finally laying still, draping over my bare legs. Loose shorts cover my lower half and are barely visible under the large t-shirt I have over my torso. Soft breaths leave my sensitive nose in a slow rhythm, displaying my calm and relaxed state. I’m not in a deep sleep, it’s light but all and any rest help. 

My mind is peacefully quiet for once. No buzzing thoughts have managed to keep me awake this time. In the background, my now bigger ears can hear the soft churring of the coffee machine rebooting itself. The sound acts as a subliminal for me, letting me drift into relaxation. 

I hear a light creaking of either the floor behind me or the door to the room. My ears tilt in the direction of the noise but it doesn’t alarm my subconscious self so I manage to stay asleep. 

Another noise hints to a faint whisper of someone’s voice but I don’t properly even comprehend that because it’s muffled by the coffee machine. 

Following the minimally quiet commotions is silence. Nothing happens for a while, letting me dose off into deeper sleep. 

Within the next minute, the top couch cushion’s soft material dips as someone’s weight is put on it. My body picks up on the movements, knowing I cannot be imagining it this time. They don’t wake me, but they stop me from completely sleeping like a log. 

“Not a noise.” I hear someone hush. It sounds like an order and the voice sounds vaguely familiar but there’s no reason to be afraid. It could be in my dream. 

There is some shuffling around me and chilly goosebumps rise on my skin but I’m still fast asleep. No pain is being inflicted on my body that would cause me to frantically awake. 

“Control yourself, otherwise I won’t let ya’ near ‘er.” Another order voiced itself. This time it was above and behind me. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Hm. What odd dreams. 

My body is gently moved and once what feels like hands are no longer holding my hips, my lower half seems to be resting slightly higher and at a different angle than before. 

My tail is no longer resting over my legs but it’s being held up in the air. Yet my body is too exhausted to wake me up. 

What feels like a few seconds have been many minutes and I’ve grown used to the touches. They didn’t hurt so why worry? But I must be dreaming of them. 

Then, another weird feeling is perceived by my body. It’s coming from a sensitive region and I can feel it all. 

This time, my body wakes up, making my eyes flutter open with a huff of air leaving my nose. I’m so tired but this sensation and the handling being inflicted on my body have me raising my head to see what’s happening. 

The next inhale of air makes me realise I can no longer smell the fresh washing detergent of the couch nor can I hear the buzzing coffee machine. Instead, I smell a thick musk which fills my nostrils and makes my pupils blow wide. Right above me, I can hear heavy breathing and in front of me a lightly raspy chuckle. My senses return to me after my nap and now I can feel a weight on me. The heavy breathing fans against the top of my head and my body is nudged forwards every few seconds. 

I swiftly turn my head to the side because all this feels foreign to me. My eyes go wide when I see what is happening. It takes me a while to understand who and what is happening, but once the realisation hits me, a gasp escapes my lips. 

I can see and feel my Colonel on top of me. He has a hand around the back of my neck, keeping me held down against the couch cushions while the other is bent, having him lean on his forearm for weight support. Both my legs have been opened more than I remember. My tail has been moved to the side and it’s Quaritch’s toned hips snapping forwards and against me every few seconds that make me rock back and forth. 

Only once I see what he’s doing do I start to properly feel it. My superior officer is buried balls deep inside my pussy and his relentless thrusts cause me to cry out between clenched teeth. 

“Shhh… stay quiet.” the Colonel coos into my ear through heavy pants. His hot breath makes a shiver run up my spine which only now makes me realise that I have been stripped bare. 

A large hand gently grasps my jaw, making me look forwards. My eyes meet Lyle’s and I notice he, just like Quaitch and me, is naked too. He’s smirking down at my flushed face of embarrassment. 

My ears are pinned back and my eyes begin to tear up. This was even more overwhelming than just waking up to a blue body. 

“You’re doin’ real good, Buttercup.” Lyle praised me, running his thumb over my warm cheek with a smile. 

“Sleep doesn’t do it for us, sweet’eart.” Quaritch mutters through heavy breaths. His voice is raspy and sounds strained. 

“Relax.” he breathes out into my ear. “Let it happen, darlin’.”

I whine when his next thrust causes his abdomen to slap against my ass. My skin will turn red if he continues like that. 

“You gonna be good?” he asks, slowing down his movements while he waits for my answer.  

I’m not sure about my answer. My eyes clench closed in frustration and I whimper. 

“I’ll reward your behaviour, sweet’eart. C’mon.” Quaritch urges me, wanting me to agree so he can focus on his pleasure again. 

I sniffle and then nod my head. “Yes-” I faintly whisper while gasping for air.

Behind me, Quaritch purrs in approval.

“Good girl.” he whispers, pressing his lips to the side of my neck. His harsh thrusts resume and tears form in my eyes. 

Lyle steals back my attention, angling my head to face his crotch. I watch him with wide eyes, still feeling confused as to why this is happening while he strokes himself a few times. 

Perhaps they had so much built-up frustration in them from the change of body that they needed a different kind of release. 

Lyle brought the tip of his throbbing cock to my lips, placing it on them. 

“Open up, baby.” He says, gently pulling my jaw down. I listen to him while fighting back the forming tears. 

I open my mouth, slightly sticking my flattened tongue out for him. A small grin forms on his face as he slowly pushes himself into my mouth. I can only take half of him before he reaches the back of my throat. 

“Let me use you, Buttercup. I promise te’ make it up to ya’ later.” he said and I caught the hint of desperation in his voice. I wasn’t going to fight or beg them for anything, I was too tired for that. So I just listened and gave Lyle a faint nod of my head. 

He caresses my cheek in praise before pulling out. Both his hands are now placed on the back of my head. I can only imagine what is to come. 

Once again he starts to push his hips forward, driving his dick further into my mouth than before. His tip brushes against the back of my mouth before diving deeper into my throat. 

I hold onto the side of the couch pillow for dear life, tightly grasping the cushion. My tightly screwed-closed eyes now have tears spilling from them and both men can hear my muffled chokes and coughs as I fight back gags. 

“Don’t cry, baby.” Quaritch coos and his voice is oddly comforting. But just through those few words I manage to hear how he says them through a small grin. Did my crying turn him on? 

In the next second, he leans forward and his tongue licks away one of the hot tears flowing down my cheek. Lyle wipes another away with his thumb, just momentarily ripping his gaze from my lips. 

With tears or not, I’m baring through it all. Both of them are my superiors and I do want to be good for them. No matter how sick and twisted the context of it is. I am eager to please them both. 

That’s why I was a crying mess right now, with a reddened and stained face of silent tears. Perhaps I’m being pushed to my limit, but I don’t care. 

Lyle is holding my head in place, making me take all of him and deepthroat his cock. Quaritch is switching between rhythms but he doesn’t let his sharp thrusts falter once. His canines are tracing the skin of my neck, dangerously threatening to draw blood. 

I cry out when his movements manage to speed up even more. His thrusts finally grow sloppy and desperate, telling me he is close to his release. The Colonel’s heavy breathing is replaced by grunts and growls. All he can think of is the pleasure he feels. 

Lyle has his head thrown back in bliss, seeming to slowly come undone in front of me. All his muscles are flexed as he too nears his high. 

“Fuck, darlin’. Ya’ feel so good.” Quaritch snarled into my ear. “Such a good girl. Gonna cum all over you.” 

My watery eyes close again at his words. I can feel his dick twitch and suddenly, Quaritch swiftly pulls out. 

Lyle’s hips stutter and he pushes himself in deeper than before one last time. My nose scrunches against the skin of his abdomen. That’s how deep inside my mouth he is. His body trembles and suddenly I feel him shoot his load of thick white ropes of cum down my throat. Lyle is cursing in pleasure, muttering something along with my name. He is so far down my throat, I’m forced to reflexively swallow everything he’s giving me. Swallowing around him makes my throat squeeze around his shaft, making Lyle moan and spurt a little more out. 

Quaritch quickly fists himself while holding my tail up with his other hand and I feel his load shoot all over my ass. It's a lot and it's starting to drip down and between my cheeks, over my abused pussy. 

“Fuckin hell’ look at you.” the Colonel muses, admiring the mess he made. 

Lyle is panting hard, recovering from his orgasm. His eyes meet my pleading ones and luckily he takes pity on me, gently pulling out so that I can breathe normally again. I let out a choking cough before swallowing more cum-stained saliva. He didn’t taste bad. Somewhere deep inside me, I enjoyed it all. 

Both men are more merciful now and even surprisingly affectionate. Lyle is ordered to get a cloth which Quaritch uses to clean me up with before re-dressing me. They put their own clothes on now too. 

I expected both of them to leave me alone after this. I’m still tired. Even more so now. My body is exhausted. 

They both got what they wanted, why stay? 

I assume they’re staying because they care for me. I know all the recoms do care for one another, so at least I was being given aftercare. God, do I need it. Quaritch lay down next to me, pulling my head onto his chest and whispering how well I did and that he will repay me some time. Lyle places himself behind me, loosely draping an arm over my waist. My tears have dried but I luckily forgot about all the discomfort with the way I was being gently cradled and held right now. 

Everyone has their own way of coping. If this is theirs then I can put up with that. Especially when I’m being treated like this afterwards.

Tag List: @ken-dala @ikranwings @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @number1gal @numarusworld @jatwow

[sullyfortress]

I've got a string of memes that I NEED so prepare. This blog is turning into serious/meme avatar.

[jakexneytiri]

same scene, different font

[angelltheninth]

Avatar Men Eating You Out

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'tey, Miles Quaritch, Aonung, Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, biting, growling/purring, tail shenanigans, praise, marking, ocean sex, size difference

A/N: Cannot believe I didn't make this before. Its here now so come and get your food Avatar lovers!

JAKE SULLY

He's whimpering loudly the whole time he's between your legs, both careful and eager to please, almost at war with the two. Your taste leaves him drunk, the only thought in his head being how to get more of it, how to make your pussy squirt all over his face while you dig your nails into his scalp to grind against his mouth better.

NETEYAM

Man with the plan for sure. He is very slow and deliberate in the way he uses his fingers to part your folds, rubbing then in between while his mouth is glued to your little clit, sucking it to full hardness in his mouth. You look so pretty already, he could and will get lost between your legs for hours, all the way to dawn, memorizing every way your body aches and moves, how you moan for him, until he doesn't even need to think about it, he can just make you come.

LO'AK

Goes down on you very fast and sloppy. Your juices are smearing his chin, his chest, his fingers but he doesn't care how messy it is, all he cares about is making you make as many of those pretty noises as possible. He's playfully pressing his fangs against your clit, they're cold to the touch, right before he warms it with his curious and adventurous tongue.

TSU'TEY

Is a little hesitant at first. Not because he doesn't want to but because well... he could hurt you if he's not careful. You're so fragile compared to him, your human body much more prone to injury. The only way he will do it is if you sit on his face while he does. Oh fuck, he didn't expect how hot that would be, your pussy all puffy and wet, dripping onto his tongue, practically begging to be devoured by him. He was never one to back down from an offer that sweet.

MILES QUARITCH

Teases you for hours and hours, dragging orgasm after orgasm from you, his jaw starting to hurt a little but he ain't no quitter. He's not stopping until you literally beg him to. And even then he can't guarantee he'll have mercy on you. Hearing your broken moans, seeing you twitching just from a single lick makes him feel so damn smug, so damn proud to call you his woman. Ain't no one in the universe with pussy as sweet as yours.

AONUNG

He's eating you out in the ocean, keeping you up above the water with his tail. You might think he wouldn't be able to taste you but he can, your taste is always on his tongue. You may not be able to hear him growling against you but you sure as hell can feel him do it, feel the warm temperature of his tongue passing through your folds, pressing against your clit and dipping into your pussyhole for a better taste.

TONOWARI

He's got you on all fours, lapping at your pussy from behind and keeping you still with his strong, thick tail. You're bucking and bucking but to no avail, you can't get closer unless he lets you. And he's not letting you, he's in charge of your pleasure, the sooner you learn that the more orgasms you'll have. It works the other way around as well, be his good girl now and he'll let you do what ever you want for his cock later.

[milequaritchsslut]

Miles Quaritch x Human Reader Headcannons

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

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SFW

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

NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[soulntes]

HAPPY MAMA, HAPPY BABY

MOTHER'S DAY SHORT SPECIAL

HAPPY MAMA, HAPPY FAMILY MOTHER'S DAY SHORT SPECIAL SOON

mother's day on pandora.

a celebration the na'vi didn't know until jake sully told stories of different celebrations, holidays and cultures the sky people had back on earth during their dinner times.

the people were interested in what he had to say when he mentioned a celebration that's coming the same time on earth.. mother's day.

a day celebrating and a way of honoring the sacrifices mother's made for their children. the beautiful and unparalleled bond of love between the mother and her children is something can't be broken.

sacrificing their bodies, heart, soul and life for their children to grow in a loving environment. everyone's excited to put together something for the mothers of the forest and learn what mother's day is all about.

jake has his ideas organized for neytiri to show his gratitude for carrying and birthing their children.

as he also thought in ingyen.

at a young age of deep hatred towards the sky people, her way of thinking and behavior altered when the great mother guided her to a war orphan boy.

after ingyen accepts and cherishes this boy without a question in the doubt of raising him in na'vi society, seeing how much she gave up for him. a mother willing to give up her future in order for his to bloom.

in return he'd teach the kid about the celebration and do something special for her in order for spider to show his love for her.

since he's already planning for him and his kids to organize a well thought out gift for neytiri, why not do it for his sister in law?

at least she learned how to cope with the loss of her and neytiri's father and people through this boy who took one look at her.. a baby recognizing his mother.

ingyen barely knows mother's day is today which was a great opportunity for jake to ask help from max and norm in what she likes as she went out on a hunt, leaving spider in the care of his friends and returning the next day.

visiting the lab is a regular occurrence keeping everything in order but he's there for a different reason and his friends gathered for an important meeting.

"i want us to come up with something special for ingyen on mother's day and i want your help with whatever we could come up with so our dear spider boy gifts it to her."

everyone looks at each other figuring out what he was trying to imply. "wait.. does ingyen even know about mother's day?"

jake nods, "well yeah. i've mentioned it to her a couple of times before all i get is a side eye and a nod." he shrugs not knowing what else to add.

they hear baby spider in his diaper fussing on the ground as he calls out, "mama! mama!" he leans his body forward to push himself back up to stand in his feet.

the baby tried looking for his tall, blue mother in every corner of the lab but it was only jake. he's confused about his mom's whereabouts which upset him more she didn't appear at his call.

spider's smart. he's aware of ingyen's response but right now she isn't. norm picks up spider to avoid his whining turning into a full scream but it backfired.

spider began to move his tiny body and grunting as a way of showing he doesn't want to be picked up, "mama! mama!"

"hey spider! mama is not here but you can join uncle jake on an adventure to make something for momma. how does that sound?" jake suggests tossing him in the air, as high as he could to not frighten him.

the boy whines once again. nobody is taking him to at least find his mother.

"okay okay! no tears or your mama will be out to get me. alright let's find your mama." spider squeals at the peer pressure he puts everyone especially jake who took a sigh at his attitude.

...

through their small walk around the forest, jake does his best to distract spider asking about ingyen with picking what interested her like flowers and precious stones to make into a bracelet or necklace.

so far he hasn't progressed further because spider kept tugging on his locks to get a funny face out of him which didn't bother him much because he has kids. but for the sake of his life, he wants spider to cooperate.

he spits something in the corner of his eye in time.

"check this out spider! wouldn't your momma want that for mother's day?" he squats down to ground level, picking up a jade stone with decorative swirls of soft blue in his long fingers to show it to spider.

"mama day?" he babbles grabbing the stone in his hands, "yeah kid. think it will be pretty for mama?" he asks but next thing he knows spider tries putting it in his mouth.

jake panics taking it out of his reach, "no! spider spit it out! it's dirty! that's not how you check a good rock!" the olo'eyktan sighs at the relief of getting the dangerous object out of his delicate mouth.

he swears this kid was doing everything on purpose but it's for his sister. he gotta start finding anything for her.

spider claps excitedly, "mama love! mama love!" he points out more on the ground wiggling his feet to be put down. jake understands his urge to pick those up and immediately settles him. he stays in the squat position to follow the boy so he wouldn't put anything else in his mouth but all he did was collect as much as he could in his little hands.

he offers his hands out for spider to place them in one by one and continue on their quest.

during their time together, jake truly sees how much spider needs a mother like ingyen to care and help him adjust to his new life. their impact on each other helps him understand their bond like any other.

their bond is far more unique and mysterious for him to crack because it's different from his and neytiri's.

"mama love!" the toddler screeches and finds a pile of quality feathers in his path. jake catches up to him using his other hand to carefully scrunch the feather, "oh now these are wonderful spider. think you can find more that your momma will love like these."

the baby boy nods clapping his hands as he waddles, with the pads of his feet, ahead to search more stuff.

jake places the goods in his pouch he was grateful he brought along since the child was finally catching the hint of choosing. spider was easily to spot with those pouncing curls on his head whenever he ran to pick up something.

at this point jake felt out of shape by how much of endless amount of stamina this child has stored in.

it was at his advantage when he crouched to catch his breath for the little boy to put more things in pouch.

it was beginning to eclipse and his pouch started to feel heavy. spider felt tired by his uncontrollable yawning and eye rubbing so he approached jake, climbing into his large form.

jake grabs and lays his head on his shoulder, with a few pats on his back to put him to sleep.

...

reaching the bases where his friends were to hand him over, neytiri was waiting there carrying lo'ak in her arms.

he smiles warmly at her, "hey neytiri, what are you doing here late at night?"

neytiri was about to reach to peck his lips but saw the human boy in his arms. she stared at the young boy then back at him for an explanation.

spider hums flipping his head on his other cheek, tugging on jake's attire for comfort, "shh shh. you're okay spider. well mother's day is coming i took little spider out on a walk in search of things to make for ingyen."

neytiri hums still not fond of the young sky baby, "you're taking him back with your friends?"

jake nods because he knows how she feels about spider being close to her and their children but time will tell when they'll get along like a family. plus, ingyen suggested he stayed with them.. she trusts her baby in their care.

the young mother puts her hand at the back of his head, leaning to touch their foreheads together, "thank you for helping my sister."

jake smiles kissing her as a 'welcome'.

...

the next day came when ingyen would return from the hunt around mid day and he had little time to help spider make something out of the trinkets he collected.

"alright spider. out of everything you collected and mama will be here soon, what do you want to make her for mamas day?" jake asks as he shows every trinket in front of him and points to the accessories he has on his body, "a bracelet, a necklace or something for her hair?"

spider sucks on his hand watching wherever jake is showing him but he can barely understand. the only thing he does know is the word mama.

soon spider started putting the stones in place to show jake where he wanted his gift meanwhile jake tried helping him rehearse what to tell her.

after an agonizing hours of touches it was finally finished.

jake sighs as he pushes his hair back and cheers on the toddler, "i knew you could do it!"

spider claps in celebration not understanding why he was happy.

then came running norm in his avatar to let him know that the hunting party is arriving.

"just in time, spider. mama is home." he picks him up as soon as he hears 'mama' and 'here', squealing and wiggling in his arms. jake carefully tucks the beaded hair accessory in spider's small hand, making their way to ingyen's arrival.

...

ingyen landed her ikran and war cries to her fellow hunters that they returned home. she got off, placing her bow and immediately went to search for her son. she greeted everyone who welcomed her home to be respectful and as she thanked the last person, she saw norm without spider.

the young mother sped towards him, "oel ngati kameie norm. where is my son?"

norm greeted her back, "jake's right behind me with spider."

her eyes landed on her brother carrying her son and the look of brightness on his face brought the mother into tears.

she's been with her son for months and promised to go on the hunting party again as soon as he turned a few months. when that time came, she thought of delaying it but in the end.. she put her trust in her friends to watch over seykxel.

"mama!" spider yells in a giggling mess seeing her home reaching his stubby hands for her.

jake handed her spider and she fully embraced him, "oh my sweet son. mama misses you so much. what have you been up to my child?"

spider pulls out the beaded thread out for her to see with that toothy grin of his.

she gasps at the gift and takes it in her hand, "what is this seykxel?"

"mama day." he says and jake steps in, "it's a mother's day gift for you from him. he picked out the beads and feathers and i helped put it in the order he wanted for your hair."

"oh my seykxel. this is precious and i will cherish it forever." ingyen pecks his cheeks, holding the gift in her hands.

"thank you jake." she smiles and turns to tickle her son to hear his laughter again.

"no problem ingyen."

...

ingyen touches her hair bead remembering the memory so dear to her.

"mama, what's wrong?" spider asks about her sudden silence.

she looks back at him and all she sees is that same toddler who gifted her the hair bead in his small hands and baby curls.

she grins creasing his face and petting his head.

"nothing my son. everything's perfect."

spider returns the smile and hugs her.

TAGLIST

@skinmittensgoblin @eternallyvenus @winxschester @perseny @cleverzonkwombatsludge @reallysparklychaos @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @liyahsocorro @violet-19999 @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @ratchetprime211 @analuw @alexandra-001 @grimistangel @ok-boke

[cats-and-fiction]

Demise and Ascension

Human Quaritch x Human Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (You are here)

The past couple days have been hard on all people living in Hells gate. The Na‘vi attacks have tripled over the last nights and everybody was on edge waiting foe them to finally start an attack on base despite Grace denying it and begging them to talk to the Na‘vi.

Her begging has been fruitless and the air was thick of anticipation and fear. You on the other hand had another fight going on. In a stuffy office with a thick headed idiot who was only interested in making money on the fast way. You yourself were interested in stopping the Na‘vi‘s attacks by making that idiot be reasonable and humane in getting the metal. Like usual it emded up with you getting angry and storming out of the room. Out of the central basis and through the corridors of the building. Your goal was to reach your room where you would get some quite time.

While walking in a fast pace you angrily spar out various profanities under your breath and with a look that could kill. Making most of the people coming your way do a wide step around you. Nearly reaching your destination you turned around the corner and got spooked seeing someone right in front you. Shocked you stopped in your tracks and pulling in a deep breath. Gripping your chest as if your heart would nearly jump out you found right in front of you an amused yet very tired looking Quaritch.

Deep bags were under his eyes and had a cup of coffee in his hand. That would have hurt if both you hadn‘t stopped. Some coffe burns and stains would have been enough to tip you over the edge. „Oh my, who looks like they are going on a murder spree the next second?“, you exhaled exhausted and shook your head as you looked up to the mans face with a displeased look.

„Please, Quarirch I have no nerve right now for any of your games“, you sounded and felt as exhausted as him probably. Now that the adrenalin was gone. Looking at him directly now you noticed a difference. His hair was longer, covering up more of his scars and he had a beard which surprisingly fit to him. „You don‘t look better Colonel. Are the Na‘vi getting hard to handle after desteoying more of their home?“, now you looked amused at him. A smile tugging at your lips.

„I‘m just doing my job. Those wild people don‘t make easy.“, how he didn‘t care about anything. You rolled your eyes. „If you listened to any of us your job would be hundred times easier. But you choose to ignore us.“, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned against the wall.

Your eyes are fixed on his face. You expected him to get as close as usual with some stupid comment about how you shouldn‘t be a problem for him. Breaching your personal space and making all your emotions confused. At the thought of your former exchanges you swallowed the emotions coming up right down again.

„Maybe we should start listening to you and those labrats.“, Quaritchs voice sounded tired and exhausted. He took a step closer to you and his eyes wandered from your face down to your throat. „Maybe I come by and you can tell me what you want from us again“, your face started to heat up and the smug look on your face vanished. Exchanged by complete confusion. What? Your arms, still crossed, got loose and fell to the side of your body.

Quaritch grinned and continued his way like usual. Your face still hot and your stomach doing back flips you looked after him. Before quickly returning back around the corner. What happened? Did somebody switch him out with another Miles Quaritch? The rest of the way towards your quarters you asked yourself what the switch of demenour in this man was. Well, you two could easily talk as long as it didn‘t involve either of your jobs but this talk did, didn‘t it? Maybe you were just tired too.

The very next morning, you had barely got yourself to your room, at least that how you felt you got woken up by a knock on your door. Tight sleeps had never been your thing in the late days and every tiny noise woke you up, especially since you landed on Pandora. Laying on your back you stared up to your ceiling. Another knock. Pulling the blanket over your head and rolling to your side, facing your back now to the door you hoped the person was just at the wrong room and would leave you. Especially with how yesterday was you didn't want to step outside. Grace was already all up in your hair for not doing what you were send here to do and all the RDA people just looked at you amused. You couldn't blame them, you did look like a clown sent to the wrong party and now having to stay because there is no way home and the person coming to fetch you comes in a few hours. In this case months. A lot of months.

The Third knock. Groaning you threw the blanket of you body and made yourself stand up, your naked feet froze once you hid the cold floor. Shuddering you quickly made a detour to put on some socks and a jacket and opened the door. Very annoyed. "What? Who do you think you are waking me up that early?", you rant ended abruptly with meeting a familiar face. Surprise switched out with a rather unpleasant look. "Early? It's already 12", like usual he didn't seem to care where your personal space started as he invited himself into your room. Acting as if he looked interest in how it looked despite it being like every other room on this base. He still looked like yesterday but less tired. Not shaved, same clothes as yesterday and this time even some fresh bandages and scratches.

"Guess Pandora has reminded you again how awful you are?", you said amused and returned to sit back on your bed with crossed arms. No way you could force that guy out of your room. You knew how he was, not moving an inch. With slitted eyes you watched him careful. Quaritch turned your chair around and sat on it, facing you. He had been awfully nice to you the last days, less intimidating.

He leaned back, the chair creaking in disagreement. He elbows propped up on the armrest and hands folded together. He looked down on the floor rather than you before talking. "I told you I would stop by and listen what you think we should do to change", his voice sounded as if he spoke serious yet you noticed how what he said wasn't meant. He just wanted to know your opinion on how to make his life easier. That's why he was nice.

You laughed. "That's why gotten nicer to me? You know I still make trouble despite your warnings.", you leaned forward arms propped on your legs. He returned you laugh with a smile and finally looked at you.

"I just want to make our life's easier and keep us safe. Including you, little troublemaker.", he voice sounded amused. Copying your movement he leaned forward and moved towards you with the chair. "So, L/N, what did you propose again?", you gave him a little smile and came a bit forward until you sat right on the edge of your bed.

-

I don't know if it actually fits as a part 3 to the other two parts but I guess we go that way. Half of it was written in the middle of the night and I guess it's poorly done lmao. Hope you still enjoy and reblogs and likes are appreciated. We soon will reach the end on this multi parted one shot.

Part 4