#quarjake

[1-0t0r]

valentine doodles, hope yours was better than the colonel's!

[xstarcutx]

Jake when the colonel walks ✨ shitpost i spent too much time on ref 👇

[divinemanicstate]

the beloved sillies from my au

[timetravellingshinigami]

QuarJake fans getting fed in A3.

[sweetkever]

I just realized that I never posted this here, HOW COULD I NOT HAVE NOTICED THIS?

[starcut]

[figsdried]

losing my shit over this rn

[adrixagr]

I made this for chapter 20 of my fic Daylight on Ao3

[bunnyraptor69]

I saw this post on Twitter

And this happen

Yeah,i love this ship,sue me,idgaf

Try to guess why Jake chuckles

[daxalerr]

you've probably noticed that every ship has a "pose". often it's those shots or something where the characters are facing each other and it's shown from the side, building a kind of straight line between them. quaritch and jake are different here. their "pose" is always close and one can look up at the other, and it happens from different positions. I'll only give you two examples because I'm too lazy to screen the video, but you'll know what I mean. they are always in each other's personal space.

[diglettin]

Merry Christmas!!! - Quarjake special

My special Christmas art is a gift for a friend, he don't have a Tumblr account but is for my lovely Iel

Quarjake is doing their Christmas card and spider is the sherry on the top (pretty used already with the gay shit around him

(a version without spider bc i like how their anatomy are)

[1-0t0r]

i-i want him too...🫦

(reference)

[xstarcutx]

avatar 3 predictions

[divinemanicstate]

rda base shenanigans when ardmore's not around

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Little piece of home

Recom!Quaritch x Human!Jake Sully

@recom-week Day 3: Size Difference

Summery: Quaritch fantasizes over memories of human Jake Sully.

CW: Fantasies that contain dubcon/noncon, Exhibitionist, biting

The memories came back slowly. Puzzle pieces slowly forming the image of a life he'd forgotten. First there was Lyle, his right hand and closest friend. He'd not recognized him in blue but the moment he did that piece of his life slid into place.

He'd been the Colonel, in charge of ensuring the safety of all who came to work at his base. Parker's base? He remembered Parker then, sniveling bureaucrat. Always concerned about public image and bottom lines. Never on the same page with him. He'd put that punk in his place, taken control of the operation.

Why'd he done that again? The na'vi? Yeah they'd been up to something right? He'd had to go get the scientists back from the mountains right?

Quaritch was struck with the mental image. Square jaw, bright eyes, tufts of brown hair that would be so soft in his fist. Who was the beautiful man? He cast his mind back trying to visualize him fully.

He'd wheeled in to the briefing late, staring warmly at him as Quaritch spoke. When he'd found out he was with the lab coats he'd been disappointed. Of course he'd be with them. It was hard to find work as a gun when your not walking. He had been a soldier before though, a marine like Quaritch, though a little younger.

Quaritch called for him and the man answered. He'd worked for him, this Jake. He'd feed him intel and in return Quaritch promised him his legs back. God his legs, Quaritch imagined them often. Soft skin, delicate under is rough hands. Flung over his shoulders as Jake's face twisted in bliss.

He couldn't help but think of him now. Alone in his room, awaiting orders. His large blue frame barely managing to squeeze into the cot they provided. An image of humanity he clung to.

Quaritch imagines him there with him, tiny human frame draped over his broad chest. Jake's calloused hands tracing his new soft skin, following stripes or the glowing dots. His own large hands covering any spot he caressed. Taking him by the waist, his own long fingers meeting around his small frame. Or trapping his wrists above his head with one hand. He imagines Jake's wicked smirk as his hands dip lower.

Quaritch rises, turning in the bed. Hunching over as he shifts the pillows, Jake, lower. Jake would grin up to him, cocky bastard, no shame over his exposed skin. Straining to see his face from bellow his chest. Maybe he'd taunt him or maybe sweet compliments would tumble out plush pink lips.

Either way he rutted against the pillows. He was so much bigger than the humans now. Quaritch imagined how he could please Jake. How he could mouth his erection with ease, curl his long tongue around him. How he could graze fang against the sensitive skin for the thrill of it.

Quaritch imagined Jake's hands, bruised knuckles, gripping into his skin. Maybe he'd tug on his queue or his tail, he hissed in the empty room and it sounded so familiar.

Quaritch slowed his strokes, imagining how he'd have to prepare Jake. Finger and tongue, lube, slowly stretching him till he could fit. He eased himself though slowly. Jake's face would twist, scratching down his arms, gripping the sheets. A flash of his face in anger. Quaritch jolted at the memory, rutting again deeper into the fabric.

Yeah Jake had been angry at him. He'd taken him from the mountains, limp in his arms. Had he punched him? He had, he remembered it. He was so angry with Jake Sully but why?

Quaritch snapped his hips harder, imagining bottoming out inside him. The pain twisting Jake's face, angry, shameful, tears flowing as he pumped relentlessly. He'd see his bulge though Jake's skin, poking his abdomen. God that image would be perfect, he'd trace the shape, press his palm against it and feel himself from inside.

Jake was in his cell now. Quaritch imagined him on the hard beds, skin littered with love bites. Cursing at Quaritch, punching at him as he hunched over him. He'd manhandle him into position, flinging his legs wide. Maybe Jake wouldn't even be alone. Maybe he'd have Grace, that bitch, watch her special boy get pounded. If he wanted to be a man so much he'd make him one.

A man? Yeah Jake had wanted to go through the ceremony. Some savages right that'd make him one of them. He'd become one of them. Quaritch leaned down close, his fangs digging into the fabric, into Jake's shoulder. The blood would spill into his mouth, onto the fabric of the sheets. He'd cry out, hissing and snarling, tail thrashing.

Tail? Jake had been an avatar pilot. He'd used the body the company owned to break that dozer. Oh he'd need to be punished for that. Quaritch's hips stuttered, sloppy strokes riding out his high. Ropes of cum he'd paint across Jake's chest, his face. He'd mark that idiot. Instead it was seeping into the fabric and Quaritch tossed it aside. He breathed heavy, weight of the memories crashing in full force. An anger he'd forgotten mixed with his lust.

He rose, stalking naked to the window. Outside he saw Pandora getting closer. Their orbit almost aligned to the drop point. Tomorrow he'd be down there, he'd find Jake Sully. Be it in RDA's cells or squat in his mud hut. He'd give him a real punishment.

[sweetkever]

I posted this here?