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[anxiousdreamcore]

Another quick drawing of a scene from the original ATWOW script. Aside from being a total monster to everyone else, OG script Miles is the biggest dad to ever dad istg

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[foxigemini]

Miles Quaritch x Reader, Miles accidentally finds an aphrodisiac plant and after a little bit of walking, meets up with fellow recom!reader and then smut?

Ooohhh yes! Thanks for the request! My first time writing something with sex pollen, so I hope I didn't screw up 🙃

Feral - Recom!Miles Quaritch x Recom!Female Reader

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

It was just another recon in the Pandora forest. Or so Quaritch thought. He had divided the team into two and two to cover more ground. He was watching your backside in front of him, his eyes glued to your ass fitted into those tight cargo pants of yours. Damn, he wouldn't mind hitting that. But he knew relationships with teammates always complicated things. Spider was enough evidence of that.

You could feel Colonel Quaritch's eyes on you, which always made you uncomfortable and turned on at the same time. There was no denying the guy was hot, but the smug bastard knew all too well the effect he had on women. And you hated nothing more than self-satisfied men who thought they were above everyone else. And yet, you couldn't stop fantasizing about him taking you however he wanted, fucking you like you were nothing but a little sex doll while mocking you, and you hated yourself for it.

Something in the corner of Quaritch's eye caught his attention. He came to a halt, inspecting the alien flower with curiosity. A simple flower wouldn't usually pique his interest, but there was something about this one that made him take a closer look. It resembled the orchids back on earth, only much taller and bigger, its blood-red color standing out amongst all the green. Quaritch bent down, only to be sprayed with a mist of red pollen hitting his face. What the hell? Quaritch jolted back and coughed as the mist went into his mouth and nose, and he blinked to try and get rid of the stuff in his eyes. Quaritch stumbled backward and bumped into you. He turned around and squinted, trying to focus his gaze, but you were nothing but a blur in front of him.

"Are you okay?" you asked and eyed him with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Quaritch coughed again and rubbed his eyes. "Just this fuckin' flower spraying me with something."

You looked down at the flower and took a step back. You sure as hell wouldn't want to be infected with some alien shit.

"We should head back to base. That thing might be poisonous.

"Yeah," Quaritch nodded and blinked as his vision cleared. It was better to be safe than sorry. "I guess you're right."

You nodded back and turned around to head back to the group's rendezvous point.

Quaritch had a hard time focusing with your fine ass in front of him. He kept staring at it, swaying side to side as you walked. Fuck, why did you have to be so damn enticing? He started to feel hotter, his breathing heavy and labored as he could feel his dick hardening and throbbing inside the confinement of his cargo pants. What the hell was wrong with him? Sure, he'd been hard and aroused around you before, but never like this. Never this intense and hot and sweaty...

You were following the path back to the rendezvous point when you were suddenly pushed against the nearest tree. You huffed in surprise and from the impact, frowned when you felt Quaritch's hot breath against your ear and his muscular body pressed against you.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" you barked and hissed at him.

"Need. To fuck," Quaritch muttered out of breath, and your eyes widened at his words, but more so when he shifted his body, and you felt a hard bulge press against the cleft of your ass.

"Q-Quaritch?" you stuttered and felt your cheeks get hot when you heard him open his pants. You knew this was wrong, but this was exactly like one of your fantasies. Him taking what he wanted for his own pleasure.

"Take these damn pants off," he growled with a strained voice and started tugging on the buttons of your pants. A rush of arousal surged through your body, but you still managed to get enough control to turn around and push him away from you, making him stumble backward.

"What the fuck, Quaritch!" you snarled but quickly grew quiet when your gaze landed on his very hard cock. It was poking out of the opening of his pants, standing up against his stomach. The head was aggressively purple, and blue throbbing veins were bulging across the sides of his dick. Fuck, you'd never seen a cock this hard before, like it was ready to explode.

Quaritch made a noise that sounded full of agony and pain. Looking up at his face, you could see the sweat trickling down his forehead. His eyes flickered back and forth in panic, and his chest was heaving rapidly along with his desperate breaths.

"P-Please...," Quaritch pleaded desperately. "It feels like I'm burning up from the inside. I just need to.. I need to fuck. Please..."

You stared at Quaritch as you recalled something you read before coming to Pandora. A myth about an aphrodisiac flower supposedly growing here, a flower that the only cure for was having sex, or you would die. What if it wasn't a myth? What if it was all true? Could you really take the risk of ignoring this? If you did, and it was true, Quaritch would be dead soon.

Before you knew it, you were quickly unbuttoning your pants and stepping out of them along with your underwear and boots. Next, you removed the clothes on your upper body and dropped them on the ground.

"Then, fuck me Quaritch," you heard the words coming from your mouth without even registering that you were uttering them. Your breath caught in your throat when Quaritch lifted his head, and you saw the feral look in his eyes as his gaze traveled down your body. A surge of arousal spiked through your core at the look he gave you, like a lion about to devour his prey. And at that moment, that was all you wanted him to do.

Quaritch's thoughts were overpowered by the primal desire pumping through his veins when you stood there in front of him like a tempting goddess.

He charged forward like a growling tiger in heat, pushing you down on the ground beneath him.

You lost your breath for a moment at the impact, your widening eyes staring up at him as he grabbed your wrist and locked your arms above your head while slamming inside you in one, swift movement.

You cried out as Quaritch's cock plunged into you without mercy, hitting the tip of your cervix as he buried himself balls deep in your cunt. Quaritch growled at the sensation of your soft, squishy walls gripping his cock so tightly.

Shit, you were so fucking wet for him. If he were in his normal state, he would tease you about it. But all he cared about now was the sweet relief of emptying his seed in your womb. He started thrusting like a savage, grunting with each buck of his hips as he rammed his cock harder and deeper inside you.

The initial pain you felt was swiftly replaced, every plunge of Quaritch's cock inside you sending a jolt of pleasure through your belly. Quaritch let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips instead, holding you firmly as he crashed his pelvis against your inner thighs. You looked up into Quaritch's eyes, but it was like he wasn't there anymore. Only an animal taking care of its primal needs. Faster and faster, he went, fucking you into the ground, sure to leave bruises for days. Soon, you felt the familiar pleasure build up in your core, and at a certain deep thrust, Quaritch sent you over the edge. You arched your back and tightened your pussy around his cock as your orgasm rippled through your body.

A wave of pleasure rushed through Quaritch's core when your tight tunnel clenched around him. It was all it took for him to come, his hips pumping through his climax as he filled your pussy with his semen. A sigh of relief left his lungs as he slumped his heavy body down on the ground next to you.

"Are you okay?" you asked out of breath, your chest heaving rapidly as you looked at him.

Quaritch nodded and looked back at you, his chest heaving in pace with yours. A sudden realization of what he had done came over him, and his eyes widened in guilt-ridden shame.

"Shit! I'm sorry, y/n. I don’t know what the fuck happened to me. I couldn't control myself anymore."

You smiled. "It's alright, Quaritch. It wasn't your fault. It was that flower."

Quaritch frowned. "The flower?"

"Yeah." You sat up, suddenly aware of how naked you were. Quickly, you picked up your tank top and pulled it down over your head before reaching for your underwear. You continued speaking as you put on the rest of your clothes, trying to ignore the gush of semen pouring out of you and wettening your panties. "I read something about it before I came here. Something about an aphrodisiac flower with some weird sex pollen. It was supposed to be a myth. Guess we can confirm it was not," you said and chuckled as you stood up.

"Yeah, I guess so," Quaritch chuckled back as he stood up along with you, cautiously eyeing your face. "Are you alright, though?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's not like I haven't thought about doing this with you," you said and blushed the second you realized what you'd said.

Fuck.

"Is that so?" Quaritch raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, just say the word, and I'm all yours, sugar."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. You would never hear the end of this. "Just come on. The others are probably waiting for us," you muttered and walked off ahead of him.

Quaritch chuckled and followed in your path, his eyes never leaving the round curves of your ass and your tail swaying side to side. Yup, hooking up with teammates was never a good idea, but it sure was fun.

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

ATWOW extended cut: When one’s heart is opened in the face of death (my thoughts)

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Ok I held back long enough, I think we have to talk about the Socorro Quaritch moments the extended cut provided us, because I’m obsessed with them. The dynamic that the fandom made up turned out to be true, with Spider being enabled to do as he wants during his time with RDA and Quaritch not once scolding him for his behaviour or "putting him in his place". Captivity was undoubtedly a very stressing time for him, a very emotionally taxing one but it’s interesting to see how the chemistry between these two characters bloomed. The scene where Socorro and the recom squad moved through the forest has shown just how fond Miles is growing of the kid, to the point where he lets go of his toxic behaviours and creates and environment in which the boy feels safe enough to go as far as leading recoms into traps. Also, it’s insanely funny.

The second scene is the extended edition of the Tau’nui village raid, with more violence and more tension. I feel horrible for these poor Na’vi, and for Spider, who got a little more screen time and with that, the movie makes it abundantly clear that Quaritch only makes the decision to burn the village because Spider was begging him not to take a Na’vi life. Not that it wasn’t clear before but I saw some ppl argue that Miles just has a “kind heart” (he does not.)

And then the cherry on top, the stand-off. A scene that should logically have never been cut out because it provides large amounts of character depth to everyone involved, but we’ll finally talk in depth about Quaritch and how he changed Spider’s opinion on him in just one minute of runtime.

Miles lets go of his charade of “I don’t care about this random kid” and frees Kiri, but Neytiri does not let go of Spider, instead pulling a knife to his throat. The Sullies panic, trying to bring Neytiri out of her grief-ridden trance.

And Quaritch tries so too.

His breathing is laboured, his ears pinned back, he was panicking. He asked her, in disbelief, “You really gonna kill the kid Mrs.Sully?”, and then told her, “You’re a warrior. Your fight’s with me, not with the boy.”

And Spider heard all of it loud and clear. He saw that horrible man whom he spent months with let go of his last ticket to victory, and then try and reason with a woman who holds him at knifepoint. I’m gonna quote @/soccorism a little on this, but Miles basically asked Neytiri to re-direct her rage from Spider to him.

Miles asked her to hurt him instead.

And after all that, how could Spider possibly have left him dying?

Every horrific thing he did is not cancelled out by his fatherly behaviour, but Spider had no time to ponder on everything and put his feelings to the side on the bottom of the ocean. The woman he knew all his life almost killed him, and the man whom he spent months travelling Pandora with pleaded with her to let him go. It was a decision made in a fit of emption, in a fit of sentimentality for a monster who got so strongly attached to him, he threw his mission out the window to ensure that he gets to live.

This cut of the movie provides so much more tenderness to the tragic relationship of these two characters, and ties the arc of their growing bond into a nice bow. No longer do we have to rely on glimpses of raw emotion and facial expressions. We have definitive proof that Miles and Spider had a bond, and a very strong one, which made both of the characters go against their respective groups for the sake of each other, and in the end?

It’s just the two of them.

[flateggss]

Semper Fi.

[tojisun]

our shallow graves — 02

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fwb outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; reference to (made up) past; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; switching povs; weapons; reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 5.1k words

: luvv writing from a chara’s pov n not just the reader’s <33; my bff wanted a love triangle but noo there would never be, i swear; replaying lady gaga and thenbhd as i write this; i hope u guys would luv this!!

↦ hydra - recom machine gun (not the door gun in the samsons); y70 - bullpup rifle/skel bullpup

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camaraderie with the colonel seemed to deteriorate overnight. your only saving grace is that it seemed like no one understands why his slight recognition for your talents evaporated quickly, the team having been reduced to shooting you with concerned glances whenever quaritch continues to ice you out.

you wanted to believe that it didn’t bother you much, but the taste of failure sits heavy on the tip of your tongue. quaritch is your superior, someone you were willing to interact with at an arm’s length, but now, even that seems impossible. 

“give him time,” walker says as you two enter the gun range, modified with an open ceiling to allow your na’vi bodies to breathe without the need for the respirator. “he’s probably still pissed because recon was delayed but c’mon now, we need extra time to take on the hellhole pandora’s about to be.”

you hum, your mind far away, as you begin to line up in one of the shooting stalls. you feel bare without your hydra but walker insisted on practicing with the Y70. 

“for good time’s sake!” she said, laughing when you rolled your eyes at her, calling her out on the fact that she only preferred the rifle because it was what she was exceptional at. 

your tail swishes behind you slowly before stilling, suspended in the air – a perfect imitation of your focus. you purge your mind of all thoughts, steadying your breath as you gaze at the moving targets. thrill runs down your spine at the first fire, the bullet going through the head of the target in a clean, single shot right at its temple. it is almost too natural how you were able to fire off the other bullets, muscle memory kicking in as your years of experience rush back to you, engulfing you with a single focus.

clean shot upon clean shot; head, heart, lungs – every vital organ and artery that you were aiming at were hit. it is like nothing existed in that moment, not your new life or your repeating nightmares of your death or even quaritch. it is just you and that rifle, against the world.

it was the first real taste of freedom you ever had from the moment you woke up in pandora, fifteen years after the war. 

walker stalks towards you with a grin, her rifle slung on her shoulder, looking smug as she shows you her perfect tally. you grin at her, feeling your tail finally untense, swishing around in languid satisfaction. 

“look at you with the perfect shots,” she says, dramatically whistling as though she wasn’t a better marksman than you are. 

“i have a good teacher,” you reply, winking at her. she chuckles, shaking her head, and you wish she had her braids down just so you can see them bump against each other. 

“and you are welcome.” walker places a hand on her chest before bowing theatrically, making you erupt in hearty giggles. 

comfortable silence settles as you two walk back to your quarters, ears flicking at each sound that rumbles from the belly of the compound. 

the sensitivity of your heightened senses brings you back to the night the colonel caught you sneaking out of mansk’s room, pure anger shimmering within his beautiful golden eyes and poison coating his hissed-out words. you do not know what set him off – you do not want to believe that it simply had been because you and mansk fooled around, not when quaritch has done worse.

(in your brief encounter with the human colonel quaritch, you have seen them together only once. the babe was swaddled in thick blankets, leaving only tufts of sandy hair visible to curious eyes. 

you tried not to linger when you saw how the colonel walked around with the child in his arms, cradled gently, carefully, his usually-stern face melting into something kind. into something human.

the harbinger of destruction. a father.

you couldn’t wrap your head around the man. not even as you watched in silence, obscured from his line of sight, as he nuzzled his nose on the boy’s forehead, breathing him in.

pandora’s real first human, a boy blessed by eywa, and there he was, held in the hands of the man who would threaten her balance.)

“maria,” you call, slowing down your steps and turning to look at your friend.

walker hums, tilting her head to meet your gaze. “what’s up?”

“do you, uh, know what happened to the kid?” you didn’t need to specify who it is that you meant. 

she stops walking, her brows furrowing in hesitant confusion. you lick your lips, wondering if you might’ve overstepped, after all, walker may be your friend, but her loyalties will always be with the colonel. even back in hell’s gate, she always separated her friendship with you from her duty – it felt like she constantly lived two different lives. 

“it’s just that i can unwind with you,” she used to say, huffing when the clips she used to pin her bun got lost within the gelled strands of her hair. you would pull her to your bed, chuckling quietly, before taking over, gentle hands familiar with her hair like it was yours that you were grooming. 

“why do you ask?” walker responds, twisting so she can fully face you.

you shrug. “i don’t know,” you say, a half-truth. “the memories are coming back to me slowly and one of them is him.”

walker remains quiet, studying you with pursed lips and narrowed eyes, before a sigh creeps out of her lips. you feel your heart lighten up, your body uncoiling from the tension, and you shoot her a small smile, grateful for her trust. 

“i dunno, to be honest,” she says as you two begin walking again, your steps this time are more languid. you two don’t entertain the gawking humans who scurry out of the way as you and walker make your way back to your rooms, busy murmuring to each other.

“they probably sent him back to somewhere in terra where relatives could take care o’him.”

you grunt, nodding, choosing not to prod any more. 

just before the two of you can part ways to enter your respective rooms, lopez comes running down the hallway, hollering your names.

“les’ go! colonel’s back from the meeting, and word is that we get our mission today!”

“thank fuck for that!” walker whoops. she meets your eyes. “rico, come on!”

you try to ignore the sudden swoop of paranoia that settles in your stomach, choosing instead to follow as walker and lopez run to meet with the others. you had hoped that you would’ve been able to fix whatever it was that happened between you and the colonel before the mission, but it seems like you don’t have that privilege anymore.

it seems like with quaritch, you don’t get mercy. 

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just like what lopez said, the colonel returned with orders from the brass that you all would be sent out soon – the omatikaya stronghold changed upon the return of the humans, and now you are all tasked to draw jake sully out. you are all given a week to prepare for pandora’s beasts – you are aware that they meant the na’vi more than the actual animals roaming the lush jungle.

recon was cancelled, the new schedule no longer permitted such opportunity; the general had, instead, ordered your squad to move in and navigate the hard way. you tried not to shrink at the withering look that quaritch shot you as he mentioned that. mansk shifted close, as though to show that he stood with you even against the colonel’s seething glare, but it seemed like it was the wrong thing to do as quaritch only seemed to grow angrier. 

you tried your best not to react, but your tail dropped, coiling around your thigh in the face of the colonel’s disapproval. you are too ashamed to look at the others, not wanting to see their own disappointment or even their pity so you kept your eyes on quaritch, using his authority to hide from the attention that your squad was giving you.

the meeting reaches its end, the colonel ordering wainfleet and zdinarsik to take over. mansk hovers, falling into step with you as you both move to leave the room together when the colonel’s voice stops you.

“rico, you stay. mansk, y’r dismissed.”

mansk shoots you a quick glance before nodding at the colonel and leaving with the rest. wainfleet had taken the lead as they all marched out with zdinarsik covering their back, the taller recom nodding at you upon meeting your gaze before closing the door behind her.

there is silence in the war room as you stand still, waiting for quaritch to make the first move. you rack your mind for another fuck up that he can berate you with, but nothing comes up, leaving you grasping at nothing but the bubbling anxiousness gnawing at you. 

“i suggested to general ardmore that we bench you, rico.” he raises his hand at your visceral reaction – your jaw falling open as you flinch, protests about to slip from your lips, as a now-aborted step almost draws you close to him. “listen to me first, corporal.”

you blink at the realization that his voice doesn’t denote any malice, the rich baritone is painfully neutral, and you think, then, how hearing his indifference just stings a whole lot more. 

you remain silent, watching with bated breath as quaritch pulls a chair out and motions for you to sit down. your legs feel like lead as you fall into it with no grace, your body going taut with tension when the colonel takes the one just in front of you. 

the space between the two of you is decent – it is the normal distance – but you can’t help but feel the warmth emitting from his bigger figure, almost like your body is singing for him. you try to breathe through your mouth, afraid that you will get a whiff of his scent, reducing you into a puddle of uncertainty and need. 

you blink your glassy eyes up at him, trying to focus, to listen, but it is like all those times that quaritch pushed you away had made you hypersensitive about him. he is all you can focus on; past the need to prove to him of your worth, he is all that fills you up. the way he smells, the way his eyes study you, the way his voice rips through the static – you want all of it. 

heat builds up in the pit of your stomach.

fuck. 

“you doin’ ok there?” the colonel asks, his indifference melting as worry bleeds into his tone. 

“i, uhm,” you begin, your voice faltering. you try to reel in your mind, grinding your teeth to snap you from your trance. 

“yeah.” you clear your throat, breathing in shakily. “i mean, yes sir.”

quaritch grunts, his eyes still pinned on you. “this is exactly why i wanted to leave you behind.”

that brings you out of the haze, your attention snapping back into a singularity. “permission to ask why, sir?”

quaritch sighs. “the science pukes mentioned how y’r still lagging behind. kid, i’m gonna be honest with you – i can’t afford a weak link.”

his words feel like knives carving into you. you’ve always thrived in your capabilities – you wouldn’t have gone far if you weren’t good, if not one of the best, and yet, in his eyes, your single fumble has cost so much. 

“pandora is gonna eat you up and spit you out – well, it already did, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. and yet, general ardmore still insisted that we take you.” 

you watch as the colonel leans over, eating up the miniscule distance between yourselves to peer at you. “tell me, rico. just why are you so important to her?”

you wish you have the answer; you wish you have anything to give to him, to make sense of your own purpose, but nothing comes up. it is like you’re constantly floating around, untethered, and yet severely burdened at the same time. they tell you how the general favours you, and yet she has yet to tell you that herself, leaving you alone in navigating your position amongst the other recoms. 

the loneliness doesn’t stop eating at you.

“colonel, i really don’t know,” you finally utter, breaking eye contact to stare at the ground. 

quaritch clicks his tongue. “no, there’s gotta be somethin’ i’m missin’. i read your files, you know that?” he grins meanly when your eyes snapped back to him. “oh yeah, i did. and imagine my goddamn disappointment when it showed me nothin’ noteworthy.”

he stands up, his voice gaining strength, and you realize that you can now see his fury in its entirety.

“yeah, you’ve got a way with flying, but that skill’s practically useless unless we can get our own banshees. and even then, they ain’t machines – your skill’s obsolete. y’ve got a way with guns, sure, but so do the rest of my squad; it ain’t just lyle who’s got a great shot, after all. and yeah y’r hand-to-hand combat is good, but it ain’t the best.”

you feel tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as quaritch continues his admonishment. you feel like everything that you are is suspended in the air, carelessly peeled off and overturned until you are nothing but your skin and bones.

“y’know what i saw?” the colonel asks in a barely-contained snarl. 

you do not reply, but it doesn’t matter to him anyway. 

“i saw how y’r just a goddamn nobody because if you were any better, i would’ve taken you in before. so tell me rico, just what the hell are you doin’ here?”

you do not know what urged you to do it, but next thing you know you are standing mere inches before the colonel, breaching his personal space to poke at his chest. “i don’t need to prove myself to you,” you hiss. 

(it was a lie. after all, it was all you wanted to do. for him to acknowledge you. for him to – what do the na’vis call it? – see you.)

quaritch scoffs, pausing, before he lunges forward to grip your jaw, forcing your head to tilt up and making you look at him. you feel your breath leave your lungs, the blood rushing to your ears and deafening you. anything else seemed to stop, leaving you alone with your petering rage as you gaze up at him.

his breath tickles your lips and you gasp, soundless, feeling the desire exploding in your chest. you do not know what it is that he originally wanted to do because in the next heartbeat, just a slight stutter, all you feel is his lips meeting yours. 

quaritch devours your hiccuped squeak, his searing lips moving against your own, pulling out more of the little desperate sounds from your throat only for them to be swallowed hungrily by him. the kiss is hot, messy, but you can’t help but be obsessed with it.

his scent fills you up, settling deep in your chest and making you throb with want. you grip his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate to touch more of him. but at the feeling of your hands, quaritch rips his lips from yours and scurries to back away from you.

you stand there, your chest heaving as you catch your breath, feeling your lips tingle from his kiss. you watch as his face crumples at the realization of what he’s done before it reverts back into faux stoicism, as though he isn’t affected by the kiss. as though he doesn’t feel the same burning desire that engulfed you whole.

“colonel-”

“no fraternizing with a squad member,” quaritch utters before he lifts his hand up to rub at his lips with the back of his palm.

“oh, so now we’re following the golden rule?” you mutter, the words bubbling out before you can stop them. 

you know that you crossed a line at the mention of what he’s done with socorro but you are too filled with a blazing storm of conflicting feelings, rendering you uninhibited as they clash in your chest and drain you of all your energy. you feel yourself shake at the intensity of your emotions – of your yearning – but the colonel continues to stand far away. far from your grasp.  

he’s made his decision. 

“get going, corporal. y’r dismissed.”

you run out of the room, not caring of the way the tears slip from the corners of your eyes to drench your cheeks, and pretending that you cannot smell the faint scent of the colonel sticking to you.

pretending that you do not feel something in you break. 

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looking for mansk was the easy part. not using him to drown out the weight of your conflicting feelings, that was the hard part. 

mansk has taken you in his arms, cradling you close as you wept on the crook of his neck. he was silent, like he already knew what it is that aches you, and you wonder how could he. you barely knew why you feel betrayal sit in the pit of your stomach; why you feel so drawn to quaritch – attuned to the sound of his voice and the staccato of his footsteps.

why do you ache for his touch?

if it is heat, if it is all biology, mansk does a good enough job in extinguishing the flames of painful need curling within your blood. and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from seeking out bigger and rougher hands and a gruffer voice, the southern accent looping around the vowels, making your stomach clench with desire.

quaritch is all that you’ve ever wanted ever since he first called your name, unknown familiarity sinking in your chest like a rock chucked to the ocean – the paradox is a metaphor of your feelings. funny, isn’t it?

“i don’t understand,” you murmur, sniffling as you pull your head from mansk’s shoulder. you wipe at your eyes, groaning at the futility of it when fresh tears fall and drench your cheeks anyway. 

mansk remains silent, his hands have fallen from your back to grasp at your wrists, the warmth from his palms not doing anything to soothe your nerves.

“it’s like he needed that little blip in my performance to finally rationalize the hate he feels for me, and then it just didn’t stop,” you continue, breathing in shakily. “and i wish i could just ignore him but, fuck, i can’t.”

you shake yourself from mansk’s touch, standing up from his bed to pace around his room. the pads of your feet are quiet on the metal floors and you ignore the shot of coolness that comes with every step. your braids, chopped just below your jaw, frame your face with stray strands sticking on your damp cheeks despite your frantic moving. 

“he’s there and he’s nowhere at the same time, devin. like, i try my best to avoid him but he’s always a consistent presence in my life. it doesn’t fucking matter if he’s ignoring me, not when he’s always in the same room, within the same space.” your voice raises, scratching your throat as anger and hurt bubble up, ever-so expanding until you are grasping at the remnants of your rationality. 

“and i want him. i feel like dying when i’m not with him and he-” you pause, a choked sob getting punched out from your lungs. mansk startles, clambering from his bed to hover by your side, not really closing in but standing just near enough that you can see the downturn of his ears, his worry etched on his face. 

“he doesn’t feel the same way, dev.” 

you crumble, feeling lightheaded from the explosion of anguish burning at your seams, and mansk finally embraces you. 

the first kiss was hesitant, chapped lips meeting bruised ones, and he doesn’t move until you are pawing at his shirt and tugging him close. mansk falls into his role easily, nipping your bottom lip as a distraction which you take eagerly.

quaritch’s snarl from many nights ago creep into your mind, his southern accent tearing through the sudden buzz of mansk’s touch, taunting you – “you reek.” 

you think just how upsetting it is to feel your desire expand into fanned flames at the memory of quaritch. at the memory of his anger – the only thing of him that he’s given to you freely. 

mansk rips his lips from yours, panting, his eyes dilated with desire. “rico, y’smell so good.”

your shirt is torn from your body, your cargos thrown over broad shoulders – not broad enough, not tall enough, not angry enough. 

you try to forget, to stop thinking, as mansk fucks you; thin fingers sliding along your slit and sinking into your heat, curling to prepare you for his length. not even the way three of his fingers overwhelm you with the feeling of being stuffed can silence the thoughts – ‘not thick enough, not long enough, not rough enough’ – and you bury your face on his pillow, trying to smother the tears. 

the slide of his cock should’ve rendered your mind into white static, but it seems like your veins are thrumming with a visceral need, one that you know only quaritch can quell. 

“choke me,” you mumble, blinking wetly up at mansk, your chest heaving at the muted desire filling you up. 

“what?” mansk asks, breathless, his body shaking from the crashing heat. 

“choke me,” you repeat, this time clearer. 

mansk hesitates, his wide eyes growing bigger, his scent curling into something darker. the wrap of his hand around your throat is sure, gentle despite your plea, before he squeezes. the pressure grounds you, feeding into your desperation. into your delusions. 

(you think of quaritch. it seems like you never stop thinking about him. 

he will take you the same way lava takes everything – devouring beyond flesh, nipping right into the core until all it leaves is the flames of a thousand suns. his desires will crush you, filling up the spaces between your blood vessels and your synapses with nothing but him. 

and you will love it. you will let yourself be scorched because ever since you have met him, all you knew was fire and how they lick up into your chest, swallowing your heart, almost like they are branding his name directly in you. 

like you have belonged to him even before.)

mansk wipes you with a towel, murmuring soft apologies when your body jolts in oversensitivity at the rough drag of the cloth. he passes you his shirt and then pulls you underneath the sheets, tucking you in for the night. 

“thank you,” you say, weakly smiling at him.

mansk returns the smile, brushing your braids away from your face. “just like old times.”

your eyebrows furrow, confusion triumphing over exhaustion. “old times?”

“yeah,” he grunts, falling beside you. “you’ve always liked the colonel and granted we didn’t fuck then, but you always vented to me so, y’know?”

mansk’s words wash over you like a crashing tide, pulling you from the shore and submerging you into the depths of the unknown. you grasp at your memories, flitting from one to the other, trying to find pieces of your affection for the colonel only to fall short. surely, you would’ve remembered. surely, the feelings, with how intense they are, did not just go away; that you did not just lose a piece of yourself.

you think of the haunting, how the colonel and socorro appear in your memories in fragments, and feel a twinge in your heart. was it not indifference? that all this time when you remembered her, when you used her to learn more about quaritch, it was because you liked him too? 

were you always a fool like this? searching for bits of quaritch in the hands of another, trying to claim the stray parts like they could be yours to begin with. 

“rico?” mansk’s voice breaks through your reverie. 

“i… i don’t remember.”

he turns to you in surprise. “what do you mean you don’t remember?”

“just that,” you say, your voice faint. “i don’t- i can’t remember.”

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the moment miles saw his reflection – blue and distinctly not human – he knew there was little of himself left in the hellhole that pandora had become. autonomy and freedom no longer meant much, not when he’s become a weapon. 

he’s died once, they said. had he still been the commanding officer in the compound, he’d have the shrink do drills at the stupidity of pointing out his untimely and obvious demise. 

no fucking shit he died. miles would’ve remembered turning into a goddamn na’vi if he didn’t. 

but, at the end of the day, his anger didn’t matter. like a freak show, he’s back – not really as the same man, but similar enough that the old colonel’s ghost thrums with hymns of vengeance, carrying over to miles’ own person. because miles may not remember his death, but he remembers jake sully’s betrayal.

the boy had chosen his people and miles had chosen his, it is that simple. 

the mission was straight-forward, but miles isn’t deluded enough to assume that it would be just as easy. he’s failed once already, after all. perhaps being a na’vi could switch the tides; perhaps being one wouldn’t matter – whatever it may be, miles is ready to carry the burden of killing jake sully.

with a single focus, miles lets the unfamiliarity of his new body roll off his skin like dew before forcing himself to learn and to adapt. painstakingly, he even tried to salvage the pieces of augustine’s research, hoping to find any scraps of information regarding the na’vi in her ramblings, but the compound has scrubbed themselves off the traitor’s books. don’t mind the fact that augustine’s the best goddamn na’vi expert, apparently, they rather bitch around under the pretence of unnecessary patriotism, instead of taking advantage of her research. 

when he asked who he should talk to regarding their physio, he was told that augustine was replaced by cooper. unsurprisingly, cooper was unable to fill in the shoes that augustine left, but miles preferred him anyway. the man has lesser empathy, lesser curiosity about the wonders of pandora. 

‘that’s good,” miles thought upon meeting cooper. ‘checkups will be clinical. none of that bitchin’ about morals.’

which was why it should’ve been easy transitioning into his recombinant body. it should’ve been.

then, you came along.

sweet, little, pretty thing that you are. you don’t even know what you do to him, walking around looking like you’re pulled straight  from miles’ spank bank material. you look darling with your short braids, pulled back with little clips like those that he remembers walker using, as your smooth voice ripples against the heavy tension building in miles’ chest.

there’s always this sweet scent that follows you, and it reminds miles of something that he couldn’t really pin down. it’s faint, teasing his senses with the little bursts until he began to be addicted to it. to be addicted to you.

he had been content with only getting a whiff from every time the two of you crossed paths, your chin ducking down in respect, saluting so beautifully that it had miles pretending that he didn’t have the itch to pat your head in approval. 

(you looked like the type to adore praises; the type to want to hear how you’re being such a good girl. all for him.)

he didn’t want to pursue more, remembering what happened when he last made that mistake, but it just felt so impossible to dismiss his interest in you as something that is only fleeting; something that is only physical, bound by the biological nature of his new body. 

maybe if he just pushed back harder against the general, then maybe he could be rid of you. maybe there would be nothing thrumming underneath his skin – he refuses to call it desire, afraid that by doing so, he would chain himself to the ache that he feels – and maybe you would no longer be his growing problem.

then: a spike in the air churned the insides of miles’ head, bolting his legs onto the floor. there was a sort of static, a rumbling charge that pierced past metal walls and choked miles into madness. 

he didn’t even realize what it was until he picked up the sound of your voice, pleasure curling against your words as you cried out a name. miles felt lightheaded, warmth crept up from his fingertips to the base of his neck.

(a shackle, one that spelt out your name. 

again, do you know what you do to him? what you reduce him to?)

the scent of your euphoria sent him into a feverish state, molten lava replacing blood as he burned. his breaths came out in ragged rasps, and miles gulped down the air as though he could taste you from it. as though that would’ve been enough.

miles knew what danger looked like, he knew what it smelt like, but he never expected that it would take your shape, testing him past his capabilities. so he lied, spitting in anger and lashing out as he held your hand, ignoring the way his skin tingled when it met yours, and he watched as your eyes glimmered with hurt.

fine. that’s fine. miles repeated this mantra until he clambered into his room, almost tripping over his boots, and made his way to his bed. 

there was a heavy pressure in miles’ ears as he tore off his belt, his teeth snapped together as he pulled his length out and fucked into his fist, breathing into the other one to chase the fading scent that you left. 

he lost himself in his thoughts, imagining that it had been him who reduced you into a moaning mess. that it had been him who you came to for your heat; that it had been him who made you cry, your whimpers slipping past shut doors until everyone could hear your sweet cries.

miles has always been possessive, he doesn’t need the soul drive to know that.

his orgasm ripped through him in muted pleasure, not enough to stoke the heat rumbling deep in his belly.

“fuck!” he growled, frustration bubbling up into his mouth as he screwed his eyes shut, trying to forget the way you look; the way you walk, the way you shoot your hydra or the way you maneuver a bird as though you and the machine are one. 

but it was futile. he’s ruined. 

you’ve ruined him.

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

💌 request for quaritch!

can u write something where reader or oc is like a metkayina and finds him and shows him the way of pandora & eywa? she falls for him and maybe he was manipulating her at first but he eventually falls for her. some angst if she finds out about who he actually is and who he is working for (rda) but happy ending pls

Devil On My Shoulder: Miles Quaritch

You had been out hunting food for dinner when you saw a man clearing not fully na'vi possibly a dream walker based on his clothes laying on the rocks bloody. You raised your spear preparing to kill him when you saw a seed of Ewya land between you. You placed your spear down and rode your ilu over to where he was and decided to help him. Quaritch had been trying to figure out his next steps when he saw someone approach him when he looked up and saw you the most beautiful na'vi he had seen before him.

"Are you alright? Do you need help?" You asked him.

"Yes, I do. Is there any way you could help me get back on my feet?" He asked you. 

"I can, my village is right nearby, I could take you back there and patch you up. Where's your clan?" You asked him. 

"They were killed off by the Sky people, it's just me now." He said as an evil idea occurred to him. 

He would go back to your village with you, and let you nurse him back to health and maybe he could learn about metkayina and how they operate or how the planet operates essentially, and then he could go back to the RDA with new information on how to get the Na'vi to surrender willingly but the one thing he didn't account for was falling for you. 

You both arrived at the village where all eyes were on you two as you approached the healer's tent, your brother and mother walked out and looked at you in shock.

"Why have you brought this demon here?" Your brother asked. 

"There was a sign from Ewya and he needs our help." You said as you stood in front of him.

"Since you saw the sign, you will help him." Your mother said as you nodded your head. 

For the next three months, you had trained him and taught him the way of the people which was difficult at first and made you wonder if he was truly a sky demon. But as time went on he began to listen to you and started to show excellent work towards becoming one of you and you felt yourself starting to fall for him. 

You had been helping him work on his breathing skills, you currently had your hand on his stomach trying to help him focus on his breathing while you looked into his eyes. The next thing you knew his lips were on yours making you smile. 

"Sorry sweetheart, I just had to." He said pulling apart. 

"No need to apologize, I liked it." You said with a smile which made him smile. 

At first, it had been a game to him, manipulating you and the clan into helping him to learn the ways of Ewya and Pandora but now it was finding it hard to do, he was starting to fall in love with you and the world around him.

"Goodnight Miles." You said to him as he walked to your mauri.

"Goodnight sweetheart." He said with a smile. 

You were in shock as your brother handed you the tablet, not believing what you were seeing on the screen. It was Miles, the man you had been helping understand your ways of the people and the planet with a list of crimes that he's committed against Pandora and its people. You were beyond hurt and needed answers as you took the tablet to go find miles. 

"Is it true?" You asked him.

"Is what true sweetheart?" He asked you. 

"Is this true? That your miles Quaritch the man that has been trying to colonize this planet and is responsible for so much death and destruction." You asked showing him the tablet.

"Yes." He said with a sigh. 

"I trusted you! I fucking trusted you! I showed the way of our people and our planet, practically giving you everything you needed to take us down." You said pushing him which did nothing to him. 

"Sweetheart please..." He tried to say reaching for your arm as you hissed at him. 

"NO! I can't believe I was so stupid to think that you actually wanted to change and that you...you actually liked me back, the kisses and everything was all a lie." You said as the tears fell down your face Quaritch looked down feeling extremely guilty about hurting you.

"I never want to see you again." You said before leaving him there with his thought and the tablet of his old self looking back at him. 

For the next few days, you kept to yourself and in your mauri not wanting to be seen or to deal with anyone, especially after what happened with Quaritch. You had mainly cried yourself to sleep and hardly ate, not really having an appetite especially after Ewya had convinced you to save this man knowing who it was. 

"Sis you need to stop punishing yourself, you didn't know." Your brother said. 

"It doesn't matter, I still feel stupid. I gave him everything he needs to know on how we operate and how to essentially take us down." You said as you worked on your weaving. 

"You are young and love and made one mistake. You need to stop being so hard on yourself and eat something." Your brother said squeezing your hand as he handed you a bowl of food. 

A few days later you were talking with some friends when the clan horn sounded meaning someone was here. You looked to the sky and saw that familiar ikran making you panic as it landed and then that's when you saw him get off of it and look at it. You ran behind your mother and brother at the sight of Quaritch, your brother taking a protective stance in front of you two as Quaritch made his way toward you guys. 

"I know I have a lot of nerve being here, but I first wanted to apologize to anyone who I may have hurt including you y/n." You said as you turned from him.

"When I was first brought here, I had every intention of learning how you guys operated as a clan and as a planet so I could take you down but then the more time I spent here learning your ways, the more I can see how beautiful life is here and I hate that it took me so long to learn that." He said. 

"Thank you for saying that. Now what truly brings you here?" Your mother asked. 

"I think I have figured out a way to get rid of the RDA once and for all." He said as your brother motioned for him to continue.

The war was over, you guys had won. It had been two days since the war ended and you still hadn't talked to Quaritch and that made him sad and he needed to make things right with you. He had been all over the island looking for you when he finally reached the small private island that you two would come to before everything went to shit and saw you sitting there. 

"Hey, sweetheart." He said making you turn and look at him. 

"Hi, Miles." You said looking at him. 

"Do you think we could talk about everything?" He asked as you nodded your head. 

"Y/n sweetheart when we first met I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were and how kind you were to help a stranger like me but I was still hung up on revenge so I figure I could manipulate you and the clan into helping me or showing me the way of the people but as time went on, I found myself seeing the beauty around me and the beauty in front of me. I'm so sorry for hurting you y/n." He said squeezing your hand. 

"It's gonna take me some time to trust you again, but I would like to start over." You said giving him a small smile.

"Hi I'm miles Quaritch, and you are?" He asked with a smile.

"y/n. Would like to have dinner with me and my family tonight?" You said making him smile. 

[ball0fhoney]

Hi, I was wondering if you plan writing something nsfw with Lyle, because I absolutely adore your previous fics and I hope there will be more. Lov ya

Omg!! I'm so glad you liked it! Comments like these really boost my motivation! Thank you soo much, here you go! Love yaa too! :D

You grunted as you walked into your room tiredly. The only thing on your mind was to take off these tight pants you wore for collage and finally relax.

By your surprise, Lyle was there sitting on an office chair with his ankle resting on his knee, as if he expected you to come. He wore his usual outfit, a tanktop and marine cargo pants. His ears moved curiously as you entered the room.

"Hey." he said calmly and his pupils dialated a bit.

"Oh hey-" you said surprised by his presence.

"What brings you to my room?" you continued after a short pause while taking off your boots and unbuckling your belt.

"Took a peek at your sketchbook. That's some fine art right there." Lyle pointed at the sketch and nodded with his head.

"Oh my god no! Don't look at it!" You exclaimed and rushed towards him to take a sketchbook with your big boobs jumping up and down.

"Woah woah there! It's okay. I like it. You have a good understanding of anatomy." He chuckled as his gaze traveled from your chest up to your mouth and then eyes.

"Thanks- but ask me next time." You huffed and moved the sketchbook aside and proceeded to take off your tight and uncomfortable clothes. You turned your back to Lyle as you unbuttoned and took off your white blouse. He moved his head aside trying not to make you uncomfortable but he couldn't help but to shift his eyes to your back being revealed. Next was pants. With wide hips it was difficult to take them off and you struggled a bit wiggling your butt. He chuckled.

"Get over here."

"No I got it!" You murmured through your teeth.

He watched in silence for a bit but then he felt some urge inside of him that made him grunt and reach over with his big hand to pull you by your waist closer to him.

"I said. Get over here."

You felt his deep voice vibrate in your chest as his shadow casted over you. He stuck his thumbs between the pants and the skin of your hips and pulled down. You butt popped out longing to be free from your uncomfortable pants. Lyle's eyes widend at the sight. Your butt was so round and plump and your panties stuck between your buttcheeks. He stuck his finger under the panties and dragged it down pulling them out. You whimpered at his unexpected touch and the feeling of panties being pulled, separating from your skin.

"L-lyle?" You asked turning your head slightly behind.

He dragged it all the way down between your legs, feeling the wetness on his finger. Then he pulled on it a bit more so it snaps against your sensitive skin once he lets go of it. You yelped and started to walk away.

"No, no, no..."

He pulled you back growling and licked the finger that pulled onto your panties previously. He pressed his thumb onto your ass cheek and pulled it to the side. It was warm and squishy against his skin, he liked it very much. His leg slid down so that he supports himself with a knee. He pressed his head against your skin and you felt a wet tongue slide on it. He took your panties with his teeth and sucked on it, tasting your juices. Both of his hands were on your hips now, spreading your buttcheeks apart. He squished them and pulled them repeatedly. Then he went further and completely took off your panties and dragged his tongue over your ass crack. It made you squirm because the texture of his tongue on your sensitive skin felt good especially because no one really touches that area that often. He tried to reach your pussy but he couldn't fit his big head between your legs so he growled feeling irritated and took you by the waist sitting you down on the table. You kept your legs closed together feeling shy and the sheer ferocity and lust on Lyle's face scared you and turned you on at the same time. He was like a wild animal trying to get to his food.

"Oh, you're gonna want to open them."

He said sticking out his tongue that dripped with saliva over your thighs. He was like a hungry dog. Lyle cupped your ass that was sat on a table and started to lick your thighs with his ears flat pointing backwards. He started from outer parts towards the inner more thinner skin. It felt good and you leaned backwards until you quickly met the wall. He raised his head and began sucking on your tits. His rough tongue brushed over your nipple and the rush of feel good chemicals overwhelmed you. He took the other tit in his hand and played with it. Shortly after the pulled away with a strand of saliva connecting your nipple with his mouth to take a breath.

"Still no?"

He huffed and decided to go for it and try to slide one of his fingers between your legs. He licked it first for less friction and tried to locate your clit. Once he found it he began circling and moving it up and down. You noticed the tension on his face as he was getting impatient and that's exactly what you wanted. You wanted him angry and aggressive. He moved his head to your neck and breathed on it heavily. While digging his fingers into your waist with the other hand he planted wet kisses across your shoulder and then up your neck. You heard him sniffing your skin, probably sensing your parfume. The hand that was on your waist moved up to reach your hair. He pulled on it harshly and growled into your ear.

"Open your legs."

He demanded and kept your hair in his hand tightly. You didn't say anything and got more euphoric. Your pussy began soaking which allowed Lyle better movements with his finger.

"Spread them open so wide so that I suck the soul out of you."

He growled even more and tried to push his finger further.

"You're so undisciplined."

Lyle mentioned and leaned over closer to you so that his slutty waist is brushing against your knees. You could see his tail swinging impatiently behing his back, like a cat that can't reach a mouse. He kissed your neck and your jaw then your lips. The feeling built up inside of you with every kiss and every pull of your hair, with every stroke his finger made. You loved his breath against the thin skin of your neck.

"I said. open them!" He hissed and bit down on your neck. You moaned and finally spread them open for him. He felt the pressure of your thighs lower and he noticed you spread them. He released your hair and moved his hand to your jaw, cupping it along with your neck.

"What a good girl."

He said grinning and slapping gently on your cheek moving down. His tongue slid between both pairs for your lips and sucked on all the fluid that accumulated. He grabbed your hips and pulled them fiercely towards him for a better angle. You back was now bending awkwardly against the wall and you legs hanging down the table. You moved your feet to the edges of it for a better support while Lyle continued eating you up unbothered. He did feel you struggle with your back position at some point so he slid his hands up your lower back to support you. It felt much more comfortable now so you took his bald head in your hands and pet him. He slurped you up and then shoved his thick tongue inside you. You squealed surprised and scratched his head and his muscles flexed on his neck and back.

"Oh- yes!" You moaned and encouraged him to go deeper. Your eyes closed and head leaned backwards. He wiggled his tongue inside of you but he needed to go just a bit further. You huffed and moved your hips in circle trying to reach that sweet spot. Your legs moved over and around his neck suffocating him in your thighs, trying to push him in further. He opened his mouth wider and moved his head left and right. You felt his canines biting into your skin. It felt even better now and you were edging. His tongue could now reach that sweet spot and he stimulated it the best he could. A rush of orgasm overwhelmed you and you felt it ascending into your head. It was blissful and intense. Your thighs cramped and twitched in pleasure and cum sprayed into Lyles mouth. He cleaned you all up and pat your thighs a few times in satisfaction. You laid down on the table unable to stand until Lyle decided to carry you in his arms and lay you somewhere more comfortable.

[pandorasboxoftreasures]

Repeat after me. Especially the ones at the back:

👏Old👏Quaritch👏Is👏Dead

👏Recom👏Quaritch👏Is👏Born👏A👏Clean👏Slate

👏He👏Is👏A👏New👏Person

👏Being👏On👏The👏Wrong👏Side👏Of👏A👏Conflict👏Or👏Part👏Of👏An👏Evil👏System👏Doesn’t👏Make👏You👏Automatically👏Evil

👏Having👏The👏Memories👏Implanted👏In👏Your👏Head👏Of👏An👏Evil👏Person👏Doesn’t👏Make👏You👏Automatically👏Them👏Or👏Evil

👏Copying👏An👏Evil👏Person’s👏Personality👏Doesn’t👏Make👏The👏Copied👏Personality👏Evil👏Either

👏The👏Recoms👏Have👏No👏Choice👏To👏Stop👏Doing👏What👏They👏Were👏Created👏To👏Do

👏THEY👏ARE👏GUNS👏WITH👏SOULS

👏YOU👏ARE👏WHO👏YOU👏CHOOSE👏TO👏BE

👏THEY👏CAN’T👏CHOOSE👏YET👏OR👏DIDN’T👏GET👏A👏CHANCE

With three notable exceptional moments courtesy of the Colonel...

I know this is cursed but don’t tell me I was the only one that saw the parallels.

[pondering-peach]

recom!Quaritch x GN!reader

this was a headcanon that got outta hand

<<nsfw>>

Everyone keeps writing Quaritch as a hard dom but like... I'm convinced that he likes when you try to show your dominance, and even though he usually is a hard dom, sometimes he likes to indulge you.

Theres a catch though; if he isn't domming, he's a stubborn, bratty pillow princess. He'll kick back, legs splayed, hands tucked behind his head, and a wicked smirk. He'd try to keep that look on his face as you crawled up his body, but his ears would twitch when you put your hands on his stomach and lift yourself over his dick.

He loved when you rode him (hope you've been practicing ur squats- this stallion has got stamina for days); he loves watching your face twist with equal parts pleasure and pain, the way you bite your lower lip and when your face relaxes when you finally settle. His hands stay behind his head, but they're knotted in his braid to control them from grabbing you around the waist and using you to his hearts desire.

He's less disciplined when you ride reverse. Sometimes you'll feel his hands ghosting down your back, and if you look back over your shoulder he'll either meet your gaze with hunger, eyes blown wide and darkened to the colour of amber, or his head will be thrown back in ecstacy, his mouth hanging open. Little grunts will fall from his mouth whenever you drop down on his dick and his thighs will twitch beneath your hands.

He always cums with a groan deep enough to send shivers through your entire body. As soon he does, however, he takes control once again (you're insane if you thinks he's a one-and-done kind of guy).

He might flip you around and push you into doggy, your shoulders pushed into the bed as he fucks you hard and fast He'll talk to you while de does it- "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You could have had this if you had just listened to what I told you to in the first place."

You always cum untouched to the sound of his voice in your ear.

Or maybe he'll hold you close, fucking you at a much slower pace, but his dick will be so deep inside you you know that you'll be feeling it for days after. He loves how you cling to him, nails raking across his back and your face buried in his chest (he loves hickies btw- marking kink go brrrrrr).

When he does that, he'll stroke you off so you can cum together. At this point, you're 110% dumbified by his sinful pipe-layin' skills, but he's still randy like a motherfucker. If you're lucky, he'll fuck you gently this time, but thats only if you can keep yourself from whimpering his name into his skin. Likely not though, so hold on 'cause he's gonna go ham, hands gripping your limbs as he pulls you down on him. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, maybe even dripping a bit of blood from where his canines bury into the flesh (he'll gasp when you suck on his lip later, the taste of iron invading your mouth).

His whole body will clench when he cums this time, his breathing ragged as he damn near whines.

After, he will always hold you close and rub little circles on your back and lay gentle kisses across your shoulders, whispering praises in your ear- "You take such good care of me, baby," he'd say, "you're amazing."

Yea so in summary dom your Colonel.

[anxiousdreamcore]

“In father’s devil’s arms”

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Felt angsty and wanted to create a piece that would express the desperation of Spider’s and Quaritch’s relationship.

In a way, they only have each other.

Miles is the only grown up who showed Spider a sliver of attention and love, and the only grown up to choose him when push comes to shove, but he is a cruel monster to everyone else, and the kid can’t stand by that. On the other hand, Quaritch, who had literally nothing but his mission when he came back, likely found peace within Spider, as he was a tangible, real person he could connect to. Their bond is tragic, and a happy ending was never meant to be…

But they’ll be damned if they let go of one another.

.

(Please, do not repost my work on any other platform, with or without credit. I do NOT give my consent to do so and I will find it🥰)

[foxigemini]

Is This Love?

Pairing: Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Fem Reader

Summary: Quaritch and you are just sleeping together...right?

Warnings: Possesive!Quaritch, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Soft Sex.

"I’m coming over tonight."

That was the order in Colonel Quaritch's eyes as he looked at you when the two of you stepped out of the helicopter. Not a question. An order. All you were to Miles Quaritch was a willing pussy who never said no.

And you didn’t protest. Cause you wanted it, wanted him. Quaritch had become your addiction.

You’d met him six months ago when you both woke up on Pandora as recoms. At first, he had questioned why you were there since you weren't a part of his old team. General Ardmore explained that she wanted a third party present, someone unbiased who didn't have the history with Jake Sully the way he and the others had.

Quaritch had huffed at that at first, and refused to say anything to you except orders. But something changed along the way, when he saw how skilled and capable you were in a fight. You were agile like a cat, slithering around your enemies like a snake. After a few weeks, you were all Quaritch could think about at night. How much he wanted to mate with you and make you his.

At first, you were certain Colonel Quaritch hated you. He barely even looked at you when he gave you orders. But then, after your first fight with a group of Na'vi, something changed. He was always nearby, stalking around you like a cat on heat, always giving you that deadly, charming smile of his. And you fell for it, fell for his damn charm and charisma and pompous personality. Before you knew it, he was taking you from behind in your chamber after a mission. He had followed you home, and you hadn't even questioned it. Just silently let him inside, and the moment the door closed, he was on you, crashing his lips against yours in a needy, desperate kiss.

*

"Fuck, Quaritch," you moaned as he snapped his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made you quiver. You were lying flat on your stomach, and Quaritch was fucking you from behind, pounding your pussy ferociously as he held your tail in a tight grip. You had pondered whether you should finally say, no thanks, see you around. But then your fucking pussy betrayed you when you saw his hard dick and thought about how damn good he was with it. Without a word, he had yanked you around, climbed on top of you, and slammed into you from behind, grunting with satisfaction as he bottomed out in your tight pussy.

His hand grabbed your braid and yanked your head back, holding both your tail and hair in a hard grip. You gasped and curled your fingers into the sheets as Quaritch took you with such force you were thrown straight into an overwhelming orgasm. Your vision blurred as pleasure consumed your body, and you screamed, clenching around his cock pounding your dripping pussy.

Quaritch pumped through your climax, chasing his own as he watched your orgasm shake your body violently. Soon, he felt his balls tightening and growled as he rammed your cunt with one last, deep thrust and emptied his sticky load inside you. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You laid there, feeling his weight on your body until you both had calmed down from your high.

A minute later, he was already dressed and ready to go.

"I don’t think I can do this anymore," you said, lying on top of the covers naked, watching as Quaritch sat at the foot of the bed, tying his shoes.

"What?" Quaritch looked at you and laughed. "Don’t be ridiculous."

"I’m serious. I want something more. I don’t want to be just…a fuck buddy."

"And I told ya from the start. I ain't looking for a relationship."

"Yeah, I know, but-"

"Look. We have a good setup here. We’re fucking great in bed together. No goddam feelings getting in the way. You really wanna give that up?"

Quaritch smiled, seeing the look on your face that told him everything he needed to know.

"Good. See ya in the morning," he said and left.

Sighing, you fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Dammit, he really had you hooked. Yes, you wanted more, but you didn’t want to lose him either. Having a piece of him was better than having nothing at all.

*

"What the hell was that?!" Quaritch slammed the door shut behind him, his fists clenching and jaw gritting as he glared at you.

"What?" You looked at him, confused.

"The way you risked your life back there! For a fucking Na'vi kid?!"

You stared at Quaritch in disbelief.

"You really think I would let an innocent child be collateral damage in this so-called war against the Na'vi?"

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, his ears flicking back and forth. "So, what? Are you suddenly questioning what we're doing here?"

"I know exactly why we're here. We are invading their planet, Quaritch. THEIR planet. And you all didn't expect them to fight back? Tell me, Quaritch. If it were the other way around, we would do anything to protect Earth, wouldn't we?"

Quaritch glared at you and clenched his jaw, but didn't say anything.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Quaritch sighed and rubbed his eyes. It was hopeless arguing with you. The two of you would never see this from the same point of view. But fuck it, if he was letting you have the final word.

You gasped in shock when you were suddenly swirled around and pushed against the wall by Quaritch's strong hands locking your arms above your head.

"You're mine, darlin', and I'm not going to lose ya because of some savages you feel obligated to save," he muttered.

You stared up into the fiery determination in his yellow eyes, feeling a heat rush from the pit of your stomach down to your sex. Fuck, why did he always have this effect on you?

"So what? Are you gonna stop me from doing my job? Keep me here, locked up and safe?" you snarled and glared up at him. It wasn't working though, when his tall and broad frame loomed over you. Damn, why did he have to be so large, making you feel so small and tiny and getting so fucking turned on by it?

"That's a good idea, darlin'," he smirked, and you rolled your eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

"You're hopeless, you know that?"

"I know," Quaritch replied with a smug grin and lifted you up around his waist. Gasping, you wrapped your arms around him and giggled as you looked into his eyes. Quaritch looked back at you with a soft gaze you'd never seen before, and your smile faded away as the tension in the air grew serious. Your gaze flickered between his eyes and lips as you lifted your hand and cupped his face. Dipping your head down, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly. Quaritch started walking back towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours as you quickly undressed each other and fell down on the bed with him on top of you.

Quaritch kissed his way down your body, took each nipple into his mouth, and sucked on them tenderly. You moaned with pleasure and smiled with delight as you arched your back and pushed your breasts closer to him. Quaritch smirked up at you before his lips kissed down your belly until he nestled his face between your thighs, tongue licking up and down your slick folds. You moaned and grabbed his head, bucking your hips against his face as his lips and tongue brought you to climax.

A growl of appreciation rumbled in Quaritch's throat as he tasted your arousal and felt how wet he made you. His dick was painfully hard, twitching with need to feel your tight pussy around him and fill you to the brim with his cum.

Fuck, he needed you now.

Pushing you over to your side, he laid down behind you and lifted your leg as he pushed inside you. You moaned as he stretched you out and filled you up, turned your head to him, and kissed him deeply as he started thrusting at a slow and gentle pace. The kiss and his thrusting grew more and more passionate, his grunts filling the room as he rutted his hips against your ass.

"Oh, Miles!" you gasped, and he growled in response, sliding an arm underneath your body while wrapping his other around you. He hugged your body tightly against his, snapping his hips against your ass, chasing his orgasm as he felt the ball of pleasured heat tighten his core.

Quaritch was deliciously rough and loving all at once, his roughness bringing you swiftly to orgasm as his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust. The two of you came simultaneously, your body trembling in his strong embrace as he held you tight against him, his hips bucking a final time as he emptied his seed deep inside your fluttering pussy.

"I love you," you mumbled through heavy breaths with closed eyes as you slowly came down from the high of pleasure.

Quaritch sighed and closed his eyes, inhaling your scent as he buried his nose into your neck.

"I love you too," he replied, finally tearing down the walls to his emotions and allowing himself to love.

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

The extended standoff scene is insane. You can see how Neytiri, ridden by grief, sees Quaritch’s weak spot and makes an impulsive decision to hit. She terrified even her own family, who begged her to step down, and certainly scared Quaritch, who went with the diplomatic approach for once and defended Spider by claiming that Neytiri’s fight is with him and not the kid.

I was furious at first, but now I see that Neytiri’s intention wasn’t to get rid of Spider. Spider was barely a person to her in that moment.

He was a tool for revenge.

For the first time ever, Neytiri had the upper hand over an enemy who seemed to be inpenetrable, invincible, because he had nothing to loose. Yet now, he all of a sudden steps down from his homocidal tendencies for one boy? The opportunity was almost too seductive.

She lost her son and it felt agonising, so she wanted to plummet Quaritch into the same pit by killing the child HE loves. She didn’t just want Miles dead, she needed him to experience the same devastation as her.

[aythysart]

Meow Meow with oc Venus Scorn. I kept her in her human form for the sketch rn. Gonna redraw it into cotton sketchbook since i want to paint it. Anatomy left the chat. (Years on artschool where i studied anatomy. Fly out of the window eyyy)

Gonna add them onto keychain once ill finish digital version too.

And gonna maybe write fanfiction about them.

[lloyd-007]

Avatar 3 leaks?!? Custody, battle, confirmed?!?! 😨

(Also video belongs to the account on top of the video)

[straydaddy]

((Quotes are mine. Just leaving this here.))