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xylianasblog · 4 months ago

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miles Quaritch smut story please heheh

The scent of you.

Pairings: Quaritch x FemHuman Reader

Summary: They say the senses are the gateway to the memory.

Warnings: MDNI, aged gap, Young reader/older reader, human Quaritch/avatar Quaritch, p in v, time skip, size difference, tummy bulge, dirty talk, if I missed anything I’m sorry.

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Quaritch groaned as he buried himself balls deep into the tight cunt he was fucking into. For such an old man he still knew how to use his body to a woman’s liking, it didn’t matter that said woman was 30 years younger than him.

You had become his favorite fuck, so lively and young you made him feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel. Yet the one thing that drew him in was the smell of you.

He enjoyed burying his face into your neck as he breathed in your scent, the soft hint of vanilla brought him a sense of comfort. The overwhelming smell of the fresh dew drops on the leaves in the morning as the sun begins to rise made him incredibly horny.

The soft hints of vanilla mixed nicely with the heady musky scent of your arousal. Calling to him reminding him of what it was like to be young.

He lost himself in the feel of your wet cunt gripping onto his cock, his mind focused on the smell of you surrounding him. Invading all of his senses, “Fuck sweetheart, this tight little cunt of yours takes me too fucking well.” He praises your cunt as he continues with his deep yet hard thrust. “Taking me like it was made for me.”

He groans loudly against your neck, his hands gripping onto your thighs as he pushes them apart more. “Who knew such a pretty little bitch would make the perfect slut for my cock.”

He enjoyed the way his treatment on your body and the words he slurred in a pleasurable haze caused your body to respond in magnificent ways. Needy you were, compliant, most importantly in these moments you were only his. He’d never outright say that though, telling himself he just enjoyed the way your pussy clung greedily to his cock.

“You look pathetic, taking this old man’s cock like this.” He grunted loudly through clenched teeth, hold on your thighs grew tighter as he felt his release closing in. “But you take it so well.. my perfect little cocksleeve.” He declared as he released deep inside of you, forcing your own orgasm as ropes of his seed coated your insides.

After a moment he laid there simply breathing in your scent, surrounding himself in the comfort your body provided. He’d be off soon, in 2 hours exact, to go off and fight Jake sully. He wasn’t sure if he’d be back, wasn’t even sure if he’d live but one thing for sure was that if he did die his last moments of life wanted to be basking in the feeling of you, even if it is fleeting.

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The fight has begun, his soldiers dying, falling left and right. There’s not much one can do when you’re a measly human in a world that wasn’t meant for you.

Fighting with Jake has been a little easy for Quaritch, granted the amp suit helped a lot, but when someone brings arrows to a knife fight you’re bound to die.

Quaritch knew the saying all too well “Your life flashes before your eyes.” He just never thought he himself would ever get to experience it. All the fucked up things he’s done in his life whether by his own free will or orders from his life as a marine he probably deserved this painful death. The difficulty of breathing stung his very lungs with each shallow breath he could breathe. His blood felt like it was on fire tiny, little needles digging into every inch of his skin. Gathering as much air into his body as he could Quaritch was forced to watch as his life played bit by bit but his favorite was finding comfort in all things that you offered him.

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Dying to the hands of an ex marine and his blue cat woman was one thing. Being brought back as the very thing you detest is another.

New senses, conflicting feelings. What more was there to being a stranger in a body that was never meant for to be yours? Quaritch struggled making sense of it all. His now blue skin, stronger build, so many sounds, so many new tastes. For fucks sake the irritation he felt from his tail alone.

Endless training in a foreign body, but at least he could freely breathe the out when he went out.

The orders were simple, scope out the area, find Sully and his home. Kill them all. Yet once again things don’t go as planned.

Having hostages weren’t about of the plan, having one that was his human son and another that was his lover definitely wasn’t apart of any known plan.

The boys limp body in his corporals arms and your tense body, eyes trained on Quaritch. He could feel your stare, the way it burned into his very soul. His eyes found yours as he watched the way your body heaved with each breath you took. Your small body struggling to break free of the restraints as you fight to get to the teenage boy. Quaritch could hear the way your breath hitched as he pinned you with his stare, how you pressed your thighs together in such a subtle way that he would have missed it had he not been staring you down.

The moment you were on the scorpion you rushed over to an unconscious spider, holding his body tight against yours protectively, yet Quaritch said nothing as he watched. His heart feeling the familiar ache. Family, his family.

When Quaritch finally stepped into your holding room he was overcome with the smell of you, every inch of the room was coated in your scent. His ears perked up, tail going rigid just as the corners of his lip twitched. Quaritch stared down at your small frame, everything looked exactly the same except you were older. Much older than he is in this new body.

Quaritch watched the way you eyed his body, your own fingers fiddling around. You were nervous that much was sure but was it because you were wet at the sight of his new body? He was different now, younger, stronger, blue, and he was no stranger to your fascination with the Na’vi and now that he was like them; as close to being like them as he could be he understood your interest was peaked.

Crouching down before you he let his eyes roam over your body, thick and full, plump just as your features had aged gracefully every part of you seemed to age well. He closed his eyes as his mind was overwhelmed with memories of you, so many memories.

Your scent once again clouding his senses, overwhelming him with every bit of you. He reached forward grabbing ahold of your chin between his big fingers, his hold gentle but firm, with that your body reacted on its own, a shudder racking through you despite doing your best to hold it back. “Well well if it isn’t that sweet young thing i use ta fuck.” He continued to inspect you, noticing everything about you.

You had finally seemed to be doing the same, eyeing him. Observing him for this moment, your brows furrowed and your lips turned up into a frown until you heard him speak. “Ya ain’t aged a bit, and ya still smell the same like fresh dew drops in the summer,” he leaned forward burying his face into your neck. “The same soft hints of vanilla…” he let a purr rumble deep within him.

You let out a soft hum as you felt his nose rubbing along your neck, Quaritch taking in deep inhales of your scent. Your body reacted to having him so close, this new him to be exact. His large hands maneuvering your body to his will. At your new position in his lap you can feel his cock tightening in his pants as the memories danced around him, he grunted moving you down as he continued to rock slowly, his length now grinding against your cloth covered ass. “Fuck… there’s no way I got hard like some high schooler who’s just got his dick wet.” The sound of your soft laugh had Quaritch groaning slightly. “Mmm fuck, how badly I need this pussy.”

He could tell by the way your breathing changed and the heightened smell of your arousal that you missed this, you miss him fucking away at your tight cunt. He took note of how you didn’t fight back, never even tried to push him away.

You both eyed on one another as he undressed your body, his hands touching and kneading at the your breast. Large hands pinching and rubbing your perky nipples, soft moans falling from your lips as he continued to touch you. As his hands slide down your stomach, touching and feeling every inch of you in a new light. Quaritch seemed to be mesmerized nothing could prepare him for the overwhelming smell of you the moment he pulled your panties off.

Everything that was concealed was now revealed to him, his cock grew tighter in his restraints, precum leaking through the fabric. He needed to be inside you and he needed it soon, but he held back. You quirked around, whimpering as he slide one of his thick fingers inside your sopping wet entrance. Your body reacting as if he was never dead, as if this wasn’t a new version of himself before you. His fingers working their magic as they stretched you out, working your pussy in his own favor. He knew how to force those orgasms from your body.

As he pulled his drenched fingers from your cunt you whimpered, watching as he licked your juices off his fingers. Your brows pinched together as you watched him undo his pants finally freeing himself from his confines, his cock springing free. The tip slick with precum that dribbled from slit, such a mouthwatering sight for you just as it always had been. His thick girthy cock ready to fuck away at your human cunt.

As he aligned himself with your entranced he slowly worked his way inside. He watched as he eased inch by inch inside, the sight of your pussy swallowing him. His hands on your thighs as he held your legs open, your hands grabbing at his fingers as you tried to steady yourself.

Since his death you’ve never been with another not even after the birth of your son, Spider. Quaritch was the only man you’ve given yourself too and now was no different. Your body was already pushed over the limit of orgasms but this wasn’t like anything else, the burn of the stretch he was putting your pussy through.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight..” he forced out a grunt as he eased himself further into your heat. Once he was all the way inside, he ran his fingers over the bulge, seeing just how snug his cock was inside you. “Shit… you did so good.. taking all of me in this tiny body of yours.” Quaritch tilted his head as his ears turned up, eyes clouded with lust as he held back. “Mother of my son and this damn cunt is still s’tight.”

His words had your body shuddering, pussy clamping down tighter. “This body of yours.. is new to sex… your young virgin dick won’t last.” The unsuspected squeezing had Quaritch bucking forward just as your words were left grating his nerves. “Oh!” You cried out, the sensation overwhelming in every sense of the word. “Fuck me..” you choked out.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled back only to push back in, each thrust insight your tight heat had his mind going numb. Your words played in his head, he wouldn’t last long. You felt so good wrapped around him, just as good as you felt back when he was human. “Fuck.. I don’t think I can let you go again.” Despite your cries of pleasure his words struck a nerve, Quaritch was far too gone.

Lost in the scent of you, his favorite smell, his Ike favorite memory.

He leaned forward, his body shielding yours from the word as he nuzzled his face back into your neck. Breathing in deeply, now that his sense of smell was better he got to smell every scent you had. Now mixed in with the woodsy tones of Pandora.

He couldn’t help the small grunt as he tipped over the edge of his orgasm, it left his body shuddering. Your tiny frame shook underneath him as he finished inside you the overflowing seed seeped from your cunt. Dribbling around the floor beneath you. “Still my favorite cunt to fuck.”

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 1 year ago

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Tsu’tey

Good loving

Sharp edges

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Never a burden

Prove to you

Protection duty

Cupids chokehold

Nerves talking

Ghost

The hearts that bind us

Kavuk si

Steyki

The sweetest syulang

Another man’s treasure

His fierce flower

Smells like trouble

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Fantasize

Sex Education

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Missed lessons

Inexperienced

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Do I not treat you well?

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Breeding

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Help me

Hopelessly devoted to you

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Late night feels

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iliketangerines · 8 months ago

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hole in one

a/n: i wish i couldn't included more, but i didn't want to seem repetitive rip

pairing: recoms x gn!recom!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI) glory hole, humiliation (kind of?), degradation kink, blow jobs, deepthroating, aftercare (sort of if you squint)

it’s a thin veil, not really secret of who’s behind the other side of the wall in the bathrooms designated for the recoms, but still, you needed deniability against fraternizing

you kneel down on the floors, hands braced up on the wall as you lick up the cock from base to tip, relishing in the small moan that he lets out

it’s Lyle today, his fist banging against the thin bathroom door as you suckle around the tip, dipping your tongue into the slit of the fat head of his cock before bobbing your head up and down the length

he groans, hips slightly thrusting in time with your mouth, and you hum, tail swishing behind you excitedly at the taste of his pre-cum covering your tongue

“fuck,” Lyle hisses in between his teeth as your lips reach the base of his cock, met with the hard plastic of the hole in the wall and Lyle’s warm skin pressing against your lips

you groan, wishing you could grab onto his hips for some semblance of something to grab onto to so that you could ground yourself

“who knew--hah ugh--such a mouthy bitch would--urrgh mmh--have such a whore mouth?” even behind the wall, you can hear his smirk, and you almost want to scrape your fangs against his cock

if you did, he would definitely give you an extra few sets to rep out outside of the stall, so you decide against it, deciding to simply pull your mouth back and tease the tip with your tongue

circling your tongue around the head of his cock, he groans, hips trying to buck forward through the plastic, “god, i wish i could just--fuck keep, aghh--could just grab your hair and fuck your throat”

you whine at the thought, his thick fingers curling into the shreds of your hair, your sensitive kuru and forcing your head down on his cock until he shot spurts of his warm cum down your throat

Lyle groans as you bring your hand down from the wall and pump at his cock, sucking at the tip and pressing your tongue into the slit once more

his hips stutter, and you close your eyes, tasting the warm cum flooding your mouth and your throat

you let the warmth settle in your stomach and then pull your mouth off of Lyle’s cock, watching it soften in front of you and then disappear through the hole in the wall as he cleans himself up

your knees hurt slightly from the cold tile of the bathroom, so you stand up and take a quick piss before exiting the restroom, washing your hands with soap and then swishing some water in your mouth

Lyle is outside the bathroom when you exit and bumps you in the shoulder, handing you his water bottle before complaining about his day as you two walk to dinner

the next day, you’re back in the bathroom on your knees once more, cock down your throat as your eyes water, the girth of it making your eyes water

but the stretch was so nice, and you could tell Mansk was enjoying it too with the way he grunts and groans, never one for talking, but you were fine with that

he lets out little pants, hips rocking back and forth slightly as you let him move himself, doing all the work for himself

you breathe in the scent of his musk, melting into the familiar headiness of him, the warmth and the salt and the slight edge just at the end

his groan is low and deep, almost reverberating through the bathroom, and his fist bangs against the cheap plastic of the bathroom stall as he whimpers slightly, his cum flooding your mouth

not quite as much as Lyle but still plenty more than some of the others, and you greedily lap it all up, cleaning his cock of his own cum and humming around it

there’s a slight whine as you start edging into overstimulation, but you pull away, and you can hear him panting as he puts away his softening cock

whenever you find him at breakfast the next day, he always makes sure to save you an extra portion of food from the dining hall

you slightly gag, trying to keep your tears from dripping down onto the bathroom floor s you struggle to take Quaritch’s length down your throat

he’s not quite so fat like Mansk, a little longer than Lyle, and it almost never failed to make you gag and have you struggling to breathe

but still, the struggle, the gagging, it only made you more desperate for him, and you could always hear him purring behind the cell door at how you struggle

“fuck, you’re such a slut, swallowing my cock like some desperate whore, huh?” he always kept his cool, voice never trembling once even as you drool on his cock, lips unable to reach down all the way and meet the cool jagged plastic

with his dick down you throat, you can’t really answer, but you whine either way, tail swishing behind you lazily as your hands brace against the wall

“wish we could could promote to a barracks bunny, would be better if i could just shove my cock into you,” he chuckles, breath a little heavy, the only sign he was even the slightest bit affected, “i bet you would like that, being a little cocksleeve for the rest of us?”

the fantasy filters into your thoughts, and you can’t help but moan at the thoughts, cum dripping out of you, used like some common whore

“yeah? you’d be such a pretty little barracks bunny, on your knees waitin’ for us, waiting to be fucked,” Quaritch practically growls it out, the end of his sentence taking on a certain raspiness, and you close your eyes and groan

it’s a silly fantasy, to be used and whored out, have all your needs satisfied, fucked and filled with cum, treated like some cheap lay

but still, you know you would be taken care of with warm hands and gentle voices, they took care of you and you took care of them

Quaritch’s dick twitches in your mouth, and you take in a breath through your nose as best as you can and then feel his cum shoot down your throat and into your stomach

your colonel finally lets out a moan, biting his tongue when your name almost slips out of your mouth, and he finally takes his dick out of your mouth and back into his pants

you watch and listen to him leave and wash his hands, taking a second to collect yourself before you stand up and clean yourself up and exit

outside there stands Quaritch with a smile, and he places his hand at the small of your back before guiding you to lunch, his thumb rubbing against your back

he piles on food to your plate and guides you to your seat at the lunch table next to him, and the other recoms greet you warmly, eyes bright and sparkling

smiling at them, you laugh at their eagerness and sit down, eating lunch with them

for as much as they talked dirty, you knew that they would always take care of you

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nyrrwrites · 1 year ago

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〴 🔗 — ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ᴅ ʏᴀ ꜱᴀʏ?

〴 ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ : recom!miles quaritch ✘ fem!reader

〴 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 4.3k

〴 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

〴 ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ : @cafekitsune !!!

〴 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.”

“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.”

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neteyamyawne · 1 year ago

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🎀 — Cockwarming

༄ Pairing : Miles Quaritch x Fem!Scientist!reader

༄ Summary : You have always the colonel's personal plaything, His little slut, and when he says has a phone call in the midst of fucking you into oblivion, he makes sure to have his cock nice and warm till the call ends.

༄ Warning : semi-public sex? Cockwarming, PinV, Daddy/babygirl dynamic, age gap, explicit.

༄ Word count : 1k proof read.

༄ Note : Y'all I'm so down bad for him, like omg! And I'm sorry so SUCH a late update, but life's been giving me like a ton of lemons and I don't have enough time to make lemonade but I'm trying, I'm getting into writing again (in between my exams, i know I'm crazy) all my pending fics will come!!

It was usual wednesday afternoon, head bent down on your desk with a new plant specimen that Daniel, the department head, needed an detailed report on, which meant EVERY detail was meant to be written, rushing from one station to another as you collected information diligently as the afternoon slipped late and so did an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise but he was quick to place a hand on your mouth to stop it as he bent down and chuckled near your ear.

“Wacha doing, cupcake?” he grumbled against your neck, pressing a few kisses and a few nips to your cheek and ear, not giving you enough time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you out of the laboratory like a potato sack while you angrily protested, hitting him with your fists “Put me down, you tall smurf, I have work!!”

He raised his eyebrow at your nickname and smacked your ass making you squeak in embarrassment “What did you call me, cupcake?” his tone was low enough to give you your needed warning about what was to come but you couldn't help but whine

“I’m working, sir, Daniel would kill me if i don’t complete it soon!” you were slightly exaggerating it but who cares when you were with the colonel himself? He just chuckled at your complaints and walked around the lab to get out without hitting anything “where’s this Daniel guy-” he didn’t have to wait as Daniel himself came grumbling to your desk as he held a file in his hand “Y/n, how many time have I to- told….”

He trailed off as he Quaritch with you on his shoulder, ass up “puny, do you mind if i borrow one of your scientist for a while” his voice dared Daniel to say no, but the nosy scientist knew better as he immediately nodded to the secOps colonel “Of course, of course! she’s… all yours” he said with clear disdain written on his face, of course he couldn’t have you under his thumb for a long while now.

Miles was more than happy as he carried you back to his quarters while your embarrassed face stayed hidden in his muscular back, other passerbyers were not surprised at the scene, being used to it by now, it was a weekly occurrence if not daily and he took nothing but pride in the fact that others were watching, he didn’t give a fuck.

»»————-　𑁍　————-««

You knew what was coming and you fucking enjoyed the thorough drilling he gave you, his sweet cupcake who could do no wrong, his hand on your bare back, guiding your wet pussy on his cock like a wet glove, ass smacking into his skin with rhythmic slaps, your gasps muffled by his huge hand covering your saliva coated mouth.

"just like that cupcake... Such a sweet little whore for me, ay? Letting daddy fuck your brains out" He growls in your ear as he fists your hair, gripping it tightly to send that delirious shiver down your spine, your messed up moans were incoherent to understand as he picks you up and flips you over like a rag doll before pulling out, laying down on his back after he pulls you on top of him, making you sink down on him again without any mercy.

Your whimpers were unheard of by him as Miles only gave you a few minutes before he was pistoning his hips back up into your dripping cunt, making your tits bounce almost pornographically, a string of slurs escaped your mouth as he coached your body to bounce on his cock "Fuck! Daddy... Thrust... S- shit"

He just smirked at your angelic voice, tired from the relentless rounds until a holographic square appeared on the bedside table, vibration loudly as bold letters showed who called "General Ardmore" bright on the screen

It was quiet for a minute as he stopped, placing you down, cock still snug in your warmth, both of you quiet for a while before he spoke "Keep your mouth shut for me okay? Don't want her to hear you, hmm?" He whispered before he sat up, an unwilling groan wisping through your lips until you shut up when met with his glare as he picked up the call and placed it on his ear.

General Ardmore spoke from the other side while he specifically shifted to torment your already overstimulated hole, nudging back and forth and watch as you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, his other hand gently caressing your waist, sharp eyes following your shaking legs to the point of connection of your bodies.

He purposely placed the call on the speaker, making you listen to her points about the new mission but all you see and hear were his smirk and quiet chuckles as he kept you impaled on himself, the call was long and agonizing, having you as his Cockwarmer while chatting with her like he wasn't engaged in something much more serious

As he talked to her about the details when he moved up inside you and you squealed suddenly and he stopped, Ardmore stopped "Colonel, is someone there with you?" He scrutinized you heavily and you couldn't help but squirm under his gaze "No, General must be some wild animal outside" he covered up for you as he covered your mouth.

He spoke and nodded to the general's words, keeping your mouth shut and fucking you silently "understood, General, I'd work on it" he said gruffly before ending the call the threw the phone on the mattress before he saw your tear-stained face and rolled his eyes "you sneaky slut, can't keep your mouth shut can you? Then show daddy how loudly you can scream my name" he smiled maliciously before flipping you over with his hand snaking to your throat.

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nakedinthetrees · 4 months ago

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can i ask for miles Quaritch x reader please add some smut hehehehe mother

Hey love! Thank you so much for your interest in making a request. While I appreciate it, I am not currently taking requests for new stories. I do however have a story I wrote in the past that may be to your liking.

This prompt was from @pandoraslxna's Kinktober event in 2023. I hope you enjoy!

KINKTOBER 2023

DAY 10 Knife Play

Avatar!Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader

WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, SMUT including knife play, dub-con themes, p in v/intercourse between male and female participants, riding, grinding, slight blood and violence, hate fucking.

Na’vi word key:

Vrrtep - Demon Ngeyä fahew lu kewong - Your smell is alien Txavä’ - disgusting

Like a Palulukan stalking in the shadows you moved carefully and precisely through the Pandoran night, watching as the strangely clothed Avatar below you studies his surroundings. He was lost, separated from the rest of his group, which unaware to his knowledge, has already been dealt with by the rest of your hunting party. The sounds of gun fire had distracted you from your previous task, leaving your blood boiling when you discovered the bodies of a pack of viperwolves, mercilessly slaughtered and you would not let these invaders of your home go without a fight. Your fangs ground against each other at the way this demon walked around the forest as if he were a God. Little did he know that tonight, you would put the fear of just that into his skull.

Just as he moved to the position directly below you, your body sprung into action leaping from the branch above with your hunting knife drawn, a silent silhouette painted by the streams of moonlight breaking through the branches and leaves. Your sudden weight sent the faux Na’vi to the ground with a loud grunt, making him plant face first into the forest floor. Straddling his back, you securely grasp his kuru, giving it a harsh tug, to which his head followed suit, screaming in agony, leaving his neck open and vulnerable. Without hesitation your arm wraps around to his front, pressing the blade directly against his throat, a menacing hiss spilled off your tongue like venom, “Vrrtep…”. You were utterly fuming, your skin hot to the touch. You could end him right now and be done avenging your fallen brethren of the forest, but that seemed too easy. You wanted him to suffer.

Adding more pressure to the blade you begin to slide it up from his throat to his jaw, “You invade our home, uproot and kill for your own personal greed…” your native accent is heavy as you speak the alien tongue of your enemy, continuing to drag the blade up to his cheek, leaving behind a small trail of blood as it just barely rips at his skin. “Yet you are foolish to think that there would not be consequences.” You seethe into his ear, pressing the blade down with more pressure before quickly swiping at his cheek, leaving a generous cut across his skin. The man below you hisses in pain at the action, before taking a few breaths to stabilize himself, “If you’re gonna intimidate me, you may wanna cut a bit deeper, doll.”.

Without even a chance to retaliate, your captive bucks his head back at full force into your nose, causing you to release his kuru without even thinking of your actions, as you fumble backward in a haze. In an instant the avatar is attempting to pin you down to the ground himself, trying to disarm you in the process, yet failing as you quickly come back to your senses and push back on him in defiance, trying to reclaim your earlier position to pin him below you. As the two of you roll around on the forest floor, the forests’ bioluminescence illuminating your bodies, your heart feels as if it’s pounding in your ears as the adrenaline spikes through your body. There was something about this struggle that was almost exciting to you, fighting him to end as the dominant and more powerful opponent in the end. You let out a strained cry when an aggressive tug at your kuru sends you curling up on the ground, just with enough time for the man to restrain you beneath him, yet you are quick to replace your blade against his throat, which earns you another tug at your braid.

“Feisty little kitten aren’t yuh? I can't tell if you want to kill me or fuck me.” He chuckles darkly looking between the two of you to your bare intimates, noticing how your tweng had been moved to the side during the struggle, the bulge in his pants now pressing eagerly against it. You wanted to feel sickened by his response, the revelation that he was turned on by this almost made you want to vomit… almost. If it weren’t for the fact that your rush of adrenaline had gotten you worked up to the point where you had practically soaked through your loincloth, enough to make it slip nearly clean off of you. Your initial instinct was to press the blade more firmly against his throat, yet the simple action seemed to draw out another condescending chuckle from the avatar, “I already told you; you’re gonna have to press a little harder than that. Don’t be shy… let me feel it.”.

Somehow you are compelled to obey, applying further pressure to his throat watching as his skin indents around it. If he were to make any sudden movements of his head, the blade would surely slip, resulting in a nasty cut, “That’s a good, kitty.” He growls in a hoarse, almost seductive way, or maybe that’s just how your ears perceived it . Suddenly and silently, as if to test the waters, the man slowly brings his hand from the side of your head to glide his thumb over your lips, dragging them down slightly, before pushing inward to prod at your teeth. You can only stare up at him with a confused expression, not sure of what else to do other than slowly open your mouth, allowing his thumb entry to slide over your tongue, pressing down on it just enough to manifest a noticeable sensation. “Ha… who knew a feral little brat like you could be tamable?” His words enabled you to gently bite down on his thumb as you bare your fangs at him, letting out a muffled growl.

“Not so tame yet, hm? Why don’t we change that, cupcake?” He smirks, shifting his body weight to press his pelvis against your own, wetting the crotch of his pants with your slick, as his bulge begins grinding against your clit. Your teeth bite down harder on his thumb before progressively easing up, letting a soft whine escape you. Your mind was completely conflicted. You didn’t even know this man’s name, and here you were beneath him, letting him grind into you, a thumb in your mouth, while his other hand still firmly held your kuru. There was something about the look in his eye that was irritating enough to make you both hate him yet want to dominate him at the same time. Your eyelids gently flutter as you close your lips around his thumb, suckling at it hard, being sure that your gaze never faltered from his own.

An appeased groan rumbles in his chest as he watches you, “Naughty little kitty… you want more, hun?” He purrs, pressing his erection harder against your clit. Although the words were familiar to you, your own failed you, only being able to nod in response. The avatar lets out a gravely chuckle as he gently removes his thumb from your closed lips with a pop, before shifting it down to the belt on his camouflaged pants, undoing its latch masterfully, then hastily unbuttoning the garment. You had seen the contraption of a zipper before on a scientists backpack before and the eager fingers of your free hand moved toward it to assist in removing the garment faster, only for a rough tug to be performed on your kuru, “Nuh-uh-uh.. no touching, pretty thing.” He orders before not so aggressively swiping your hand away to finally unzip the garment himself, shimmying them down his hips enough, along with his undergarment to allow his cock to spring free.

Your chest rose and fell with excitement as you stared at it, absentmindedly licking your lips and spreading your legs as much as you could beneath him. “You gonna behave for me, little pup? You listen to me and I’ll let you have it, but I don’t want any games.”. You give another more eager nod, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. With a hum of approval the avatar takes his hand off of your braid to use it to guide your hip, while his other hand sits at the base of his cock as he pushes his hips forward to stroke his tip along your folds teasingly. Finally free from your restraints, your hips suddenly buck up into him, using the force of your knife to force him into submission as you roll over on top of him, his cock now sitting snugly between your pussy lips against his lower abdomen, “You will be the one listening to me, vrrtep.” You growl, lifting your hips enough for his cock to stand tall in the air, before lowering yourself onto him, surprisingly sliding into you with ease despite the lack of prep.

His four fingered hands hastily grab onto your hips as you sink down on him, pinching his brows together as your wetness takes him in completely. “Ack-! E-easy there, kitty. Ahhh god damn…” he curses as you begin to slowly roll your hips experimentally, moving your knife from his neck, down his collarbone, watching as his blue skin splits with small beads of blood. “Haah.. ahh~ Ngeyä fahew lu kewong. Txavä’.” You moan with a bit of a growl as you scrunch up your nose at his intrusive scent while beginning to bounce on his cock, rolling your eyes back as it’s tip pushes against the opening of your cervix perfectly. “S’That so? Hard to tell how disgusted you are by it from the way you’re taking this alien’s cock so eagerly, darlin’.” He says between groans, bucking his hips up into suddenly, loving the view of you arching your back, nearly falling forward onto his chest, before your hand reaches out to stop you. Pleasure coursed through your core like blazing lava, your armed hand dragging the blade of your knife down his chest, tearing a very much present line down his shirt until reaching the top of his bulletproof vest, bouncing on him with more vigor, causing the recom to have to swallow his own spit before leaning his head back to let you take control momentarily. “Oh fuck yeah, take this cock baby- raah~.” He moans huskily, his grip on your hips being used to shove you down onto his cock as he thrusts assertively into you from below, making you take every inch of him over and over again.

Your moans echo off the surrounding trees, unable to control your voice with the way your tight, slick walls are hugging his cock just right, making your climax approach with an impossible speed. You lift your knife slowly finally giving his skin some relief, although crimson trials paint his neck and chest dutifully. Raising the knife higher and higher, the more the knot in your core tightens by the second, before a particular brush of his tip against the gummy parts of your cunt has your pussy fluttering around him gleefully. Just as you release your essence on his cock, you bring the knife down swiftly into the chest plate of his vest. “Holy shit!” He exclaims, as his heart doubles in pace before matching its rhythm with his thrusts. Just the adrenaline rush he needed before hastily lifting you off of his cock and releasing his load onto his pelvis.

Your gaze was locked onto the hunting knife semi-lodged into his armored vest, your mixed pants fill the still air as you each attempt to gather yourselves. The severity of the situation then allowed itself to slip into the forefront of your mind. This was still the enemy, and if he weren’t dealt with now, he and his group of demons would only succeed in further wreaking havoc on your home. Your grip on your knife tightened, fist shaking as your nerves became tense. The recom watched you cautiously as he noted the sudden shift in your expression. In an instant your knife is yanked from the confines of his vest, now moving to your feet to stand over him, eyes finally meeting his in that instance. His own eyes showing a similar confliction as you sheath your weapon in its holster across your bosom.

“Do not think because I spare you today, demon that I accept your presence in my home. This is a mercy that will not be granted twice… use it wisely.” The warning rang loud and clear in the recom's head as you turn away with those being your final words to him, unsure of if or when the two of you would ever cross paths.

If there are any more of my past stories you'd like me to post, let me know! I'll try to get in the habit of posting previous stories of mine once a week.

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teyamloving12 · 1 year ago

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫l

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Miles Quaritch x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, large age gap, cursing, mentions of violence, implied sex, dub-con, abuse of authority, unprotected sex, etc.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: He was always watching. He saw you grow up into who you are now and only chuckled at the snarky remarks you made towards him.

He was vigilant, at least that what his mother would say when he was young. He was always wary of the people and things that dared to breathe around him. Maybe that is why he was held in high regard-- no, people didnt show him any regard or esteem. They were not at ease as a consequence of his barbaric tactics. The excruciating demands from his mouth when he bellowed commands to the inferior was immeasurable.

"𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞."

His lean muscles become tense whilst he caught a glimpse of the imbeciles that bowed before him. The little bastard of one of the recombinants would only amuse herself with the teddy bear that had a broken button as its eye in the corner of the meeting room.

His eyes would turn to then look at the little girl and she would express tenderness. A smile meritorious of millions, a piece of treasure that would glisten when polished. She was the ripest fruit upon the tree.

He softened for once in his life but he regained his composure and scoffed at the little, joyful creature. She is pathetic like her father. Always smiling and galavanting about the place. "No wonder Sully killed him", he said in a low-pitched tone. The fool left his little bastard after conjuring her up in her mother's womb. Is that what a man is? What whore of a woman opens her legs during war?

From a mere babe to a woman, he watched with keen eyes as you matured. He knew you despised his existence. He knew you picked up your father's soft and wimpish heart and mind. He felt a glare full of disgust from across the room. He only chuckled. Inadequate. You were pathetic, however, how could he resist that malevolent glow in your eyes?

The meeting room was packed like sardines and as loud as a clap of thunder. Shouts and cries of annoyance and protest echoed across the meeting room. Quaritch tilted his head at the sight of his team at each other's throats. "Jake Sully is a traitor that must be killed immediately", he roared. His ear-splitting voice boomed across the room.

"I beg to disagree", _____ said with an iron hand. "You come to their home demanding control and honor.", ______ started. Not a hint of apprehensiveness came from your tone. "This is their home and you came to disrespect it, therefore Sully chose the right path to leave rather than to stay.", _____ continued, fearing not the consequences that came after. "You got your mother's smart mouth huh?", Quaritch chuckled.

Though his hair was gray with white streaks on both sides of his head, his body was still muscular and strong. He had the ability to strike fear in anyone that he came across, young or old. "You are a fool to think that the Navi will give up their home for you. How confident do you have to be?", ______ clapped back at his supposingly insult.

No one in this world had the capability to wipe a petulant expression from his face. The Colonel's grin fell from his face. His eyes narrowed at the woman before him. "A fool, did you just call me a fool, little girl?", he focused your attention on his last two words. "I'm not your little girl.", _______ uttered. He then had the nerve to turn his back to you showing that your words had no significance to him.

He didn't care. He never did.

The little bastard that would play with her teddy bear has finally grown up. So grown, she had the effrontery and impudence to disrespect him. Quaritch faced you but his face was not of stone, almost as if he was laughing at your remark.

"When your whore of a mother decided to spread her legs in the middle of war, I gave her pity. She was lucky enough to give birth and she was lucky that I had not killed you.", he mouthed. You heard a few giggles from the recombinants in the room." This is the same place where you were raised, where you are fed. This is where you were grown and you will remember who you're talking to, little girl", he finished, emphasizing the last two words once more.

"Colonel or not, you will not dare to insult my mother like that.", _______ retorted. "The dead has no power, she's dead and so is your daddy. What will they do?", Quaritch snickered. The recombinants made comments on how your mother would have attacked him spiritually, earning a chuckle from Quaritch.

"Leave", he stated. The recombinants began to leave, confused by the sudden command. "You, stay", Quaritch demanded. You glared at the disgusting man that stood tall before you. "What do you want?", ______ mumbled. Quaritch grabbed you by your chin. "Do you hate me?", he asked with a smirk. After a moment of silence, your eyes met his. "More than ever", I responded. He scoffed at your remark. It was not what he had expected.

Out of rage and frustration, he pushed you back. Your figure collided with the edge of the meeting table causing immense, nerve-wrecking pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you?", ______ yelled, holding your side. "It's funny.", he deadpanned. "Funny how I wasted my resources on a bitch who claims she hates me.", He said, walking towards you. "Your glares won't kill me.", he added

Quaritch grabbed you by the nape of your neck. You attempted to defend yourself by slapping him across his face. He threw you on the meeting table with ease. Your breath hitched as you felt your back make contact with the stern, glass table. "You will learn that ungratefulness and disobedience come with a price.", he declared. Your glares were vicious until you heard it.

The sound of his belt buckle being undone...

Your heart dropped. "No", _____said, denying his advances. "You're still denying me, little girl", he cringed at your refusal. "You are abusing the authority that you have.", ______ exclaimed in fright. "Scream. Tell them. Tell them how you hate me.", Quaritch snickered. Tears streamed down your face, stopping at you chin. "You and I both know that this room is soundproof. They won't hear you", he whispered the last sentence.

The worst happened. You closed your eyes, praying to God in your head. You hoped you were just dreaming. Unfortunately, you were wide awake, living in a nightmare he had created. He towered over your frozen figure. "You had so much mouth just now.", Quaritch smirked. "Sometimes that nasty ass attitude hides your pretty face", he added. You closed your eyes, refusing to look at his bulging member.

The tip was rubbing against the soaked spot on your panties. Your head was spinning. On the verge to faint, Quaritch began to speak up. "Why are you wet if you hate me?". His forehead was dripping in sweat. His swollen cock was in his fist whilst he teased at the tip, spreading his precum on your underwear. Quaritch thought about you. He thought of how he would shot what makes him feel heavenly. He knew you learned fast and would care for him like he wanted.

"Do you still hate me?", he asked again. His cock twitched as he slid your panties aside revealing a soaked slit. Your eyes fluttered open instantly. He attempted to push him away but he was clearly stronger. The veins on his cock bulged like a beast. It was hungry and ready to strike. "I absolutely despise yo-ahhh", you were met with his cock half way inside yet you felt full.

He groaned. "Fuck. Should've done this earlier.", he muttered under his breath. Your pussy was squeezing him, tight enough to cut off blood flow to his lower body or maybe he was just too big. "Take it out!", you exclaimed throwing punches at his chiseled torso. Your command was a clearly a joke. He trailed his fingers to your clit and places them into your face to show you the truth. Your body wants it. It was obvious.

"Admit it little girl, you always wanted it", he declared. Did you? Did you really want it? "I-", you were caught up in your words and thoughts. You hated him, he was unjust and cruel. So why is your body betraying you at this moment?

“f-fuck—” Quaritch breathed, and his voice lets out a shaky call of your name. “fuck baby,” he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he groaned. Quaritch bit his lip, fighting back a moan as he pushed himself slowly into you even more. Your back arched as you let out a shaky moan.

He grabbed your hips as he thrusted inside you with no mercy. “are you mine?”, Quaritch asks and the rough, deep tone is such a turn on for you. You hated yourself for moaning like a common slut for him, your colonel. The one you hated all your life.

“Don’t cover your mouth. No one can hear you. And even if they could, who do you think would help you, hmm?” Quaritch said. "I-I don't know" ______ whimpered. He quickened his actions further. You could feel your orgasm building deep within your core.

A lustful feeling, taking over every last rational thought your brain had left to offer. "P-please slow down." ______ begged. You whined in response, sparks of pleasure shooting from your dampened core. The unbearable sound of squelching filled the space around you. A small moan escaped from your lips.

You didn’t want this. You didn’t. But as the pleasure became so unbearable you became unsure. You felt yourself clench down on Quaritch's hard, throbbing cock. Your orgasm overtook your shaking body, ripples of pleasure coursed through you. You cried out from the aching pleasure.

Although he hadn't finished, he pulled out. He stared at the face you had. He fucked you dumb. Now you will know your place. "Do you hate me?", he asked with a smirk. "Never~", you moaned, your pussy still sensitive from his cock.

Good little girl.

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plooto · 2 years ago

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⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 3 — lingerie + stockings ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. inter-species ! established ! relationship , reader is scientist , pet names ( doll , little colonel , princess , darlin’ , pumpkin ) , cursing , using the ‘lord’s name in vain’ , daddy kink , marking , size kink , lingerie , stockings , fingering , p i v , soft quaritch , pwp .

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you couldn’t ignore how frustrated your nine-foot tall boyfriend has been these past few weeks..his shoulders were more tense than normal and you were sure his boss was doing her favorite thing - talking his ear off. you had the night off tonight, working real hard around the freezing bridgehead city, to give your boyfriend some much needed tlc.

except, that was the last thing on your mind - tender loving care. you wanted to make his troubles wash away, and not with deep muscle back rubs.

you’d been hiding a pretty white lace outfit, one you managed to get your hands on after miles mentioned something about seeing you in something different.

“ y’always talkin’ ‘bout lookin’ pretty, right doll? ” you sat up on his stomach, palms pressing against his chest as you looked at him with his favorite pair of eyes - doe like and sinfully innocent. nodding your head, you waited for his response.

“ o‘course, i prefer you with nothing at all, ” he gives you a smirk, tilting his head as big golden eyes raked down your form, drinking in the sight of you. he taps your thigh gently, “ but, somethin’ sheer, the lacey one that cover yer body, what- what’s that called again- ” you look up to the ceiling, eyebrows pulling together as you thought.

“ lingerie? ” you asked with a tilt of your head. he sucked his teeth, flashing you a devious smile as his mind filled with possibilities.

“ that’s the thing..lingerie. ”

and tonight was the night that you would use it - to make his mind numb. you were nervous as you walked from your room to his, praying to the deity the na’vi believed in that no one would look in your direction to notice your legs donned a prettier set of stockings. with pounding heart and shaky hands, you tugged the lab coat tighter as you tried not to listen to how loud your little mary janes were tapping against the grippy floor tile. as you got closer to his room, you moved a bit faster.

“ hey, little colonel. ” your blood went cold as you froze, you were so close. you slowly turned to see corporal lyle.

“ oh, hi lyle. ” your voice cracked, praying he ignored it and the riding heat to your face. he places his hands on his hips and didn’t bother to kneel down to your height,

“ the colonel isn’t in there yet, ” your eyebrows raised to feign surprise. you knew he wasn’t back yet, you were supposed to be the surprise. pulling your head out of the clouds you shuffled uncomfortably on your feet, partially from friction of the lab coat through the lace, partially from the freezing temperatures of the building. lyle took a heavy breath through his respirator, waiting for your response as if fell against his chest.

“ oh! um.. could you tell him i’ll be in here? i- i need to talk to him..about something.. ” the recom before you nodded, eyebrow raising as he committed your request to memory,

“ sure, i’ll pass along the message. ” you thanked him, waiting for him to leave before pressing your thumb to the keypad, tip toeing to reach it. the hiss from the door mimicked the sigh that left your lips. you slipped inside immediately and waited for the door to close. your shoulders dropped with relief as you looked around the room, walking around to decide where you should wait for him. you looked around, your brain moving thousands of miles an hour trying to come up with a plan that would have him weak at the knees. you didn’t hear the door open, but you did hear the thud of his boots against the ground as they got louder and louder.

“ darlin’? lyle said you wanted to talk t’me. ” you turned your head to him, but not turning fully.

“ w- wait! ” you fumbled out, hearing his footsteps halt immediately, you chewed on your bottom lip, deepening it’s color as you thought. cursing under your breath, you removed the lab coat, letting it fall to the ground. you heard his breath hitch, not knowing what to expect, you screwed your eyes shut.

“ y- fuck, turn around f’me. ” swallowing the rising lump in your throat, you did as you were told, not lifting your head from the imaginary dot on the ground.

“ look at me, princess. ” the masses of butterflies in your stomach took flight, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. you heard the taps of his boots on the ground, the next moment, you saw his dark camo of his pants bend in front of you, a warm hand cupping under your chin. miles turned your face to force your eyes to look at his,

“ y’did all this f’me? ” you nod shyly. his ears pin back, a gentle smile, one that was exclusively for your eyes only, spreading across his face. “ turn around, lemme take a look at ya. ” when your eyes widen ever so slightly miles places a kiss to your lips, calming your nerves as if he could smell them. your hands went to his wrists, an attempt to keep him there, the need for him to drink away all your frets in the front of your mind.

as miles pulls away from the kiss, his hands move to your waist, giving you a gentle push backwards so he can take a proper look at you. one hand down at his side, the other rests on his knee as he watches you turn with dilated eyes.

“ slower. ” he stretched the o sound, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth - admiring how the hem and how it sunk into the supple flesh of your ass nicely. he resisted giving your plump cheeks a pinch, but he couldn’t help wrapping his fingers around your waist, pulling you to sit on his raised knee. you yelped, not expecting your feet to leave the ground. miles was excited, eyes burning with lust - a feeling he hasn’t felt since his teen years. a feeling only you could provoke.

“ y’don’t know what y’re doin’ to me darlin- ” the hardness in his pants throbbed as you squirmed in his lap, your arousal seeping through the lacy material and the aroma reaching his nose.

“ do y’like it? ” using his speech pattern you inquired. his smirk grew, miles pulled your wrist in his hand, leading you to feel the bulge in his pants - the problem you created. he watched as your face warmed when you felt how hard he was, how hard you made him.

propping you on his bicep, he slipped out of his shoes, sauntering over to the bed before unceremoniously dropping you on it.

“ oomph! mil- ” he silenced you with a hard kiss to your lips. miles quaritch wasn’t a patient man thoroughly displayed when he tore the bottom half of the pretty lace.

“ i’ll find you new ones. ” he reasoned as he sucked harsh kisses into your neck, textured tongue dancing over the dark splotches. large fingers found their way between your thighs, teasing your slicked entrance. you cursed, fingers finding the elastic of the stocking to pull them off.

“ ah-ah.. ” in a swift motion, your hands were pinned above your head, miles sitting up higher to peer at your pouted lips.

“ so pretty. ” he murmured to himself. your lips parted, dead set on scolding him for teasing you, instead a moan tumbled from them.

he pushed a finger into you, groaning as he felt your warmth invite him. his finger was big, you felt full, yet not nearly as full as you should be.

“ ah! mi- ” you started, whimpering when you felt his finger leave leave your core,

“ y’know better than that w’did i teach you? ” you whined, hips grinding against nothing,

“ daddy please~ ” you pleaded, with a smirk he tugged the lace down off your chest, exposing your chest, nipples growing taut from the cold air. you gasped - you should have known this wasn’t going to make it past this night.

“ good girl. ” he growled, head dipping to latch onto your nipple, two fingers plunging inside you to curl at the spongy spot inside your velvety walls.

“ fuck me- ” you cried, head falling back against the pillow as your back arched into his chest. you clenched around him, the stretch being just enough to force your eyes shut with pleasure. you couldn’t contain the moans that fell from your pretty lips as he thrusts his fingers uncoordinatedly inside you, tongue swirling around your nipple.

miles pushed another finger inside you, lips departing from your nipple to watch your eyes screw shut. fuck his hands were so large- you held familiar heat flood your stomach, not giving you a heads up as you made a mess of his hand.

“ fuck- d- daddy ‘m sorry! ” you tried to reason, feeling his fingers leave you immediately.

“ ‘nd you were doing so good pumpkin. so good. ” he tasked, his left hands holding your wrists releasing you before manhandling you onto your stomach. you couldn’t see what he was doing, but you when you heard the clink of his belt and weight shifting behind you. you turned your head to the side, desperate to catch a glimpse of the pretty appendage he donned.

“ ah fuck- m- daddy! ” you cried as the thick head of his cock breached your entrance, miles’ hips working in inch by thick inch. a growl left him as he watched your lips spread around his cock, eyes narrowing at he white ring you left as he pulled his hips back, the head teasing departure. you wanted to whine, to wiggle - to disobey, but a large hand pushed your shoulders, relishing in the feel of the lace beneath his fingers as he pushed you deeper into the sheets. he sunk inside you fully, your belly bulging with nothing but him.

“ christ fuck yer drippin’. ” your eyes rolled back in your head as a choked moan left our lips, bruised from your feeble attempts to muffle your cries. he set a brutal pace, not giving you a second longer to adjust to his size, not like you wanted to. you fisted at the sheets beneath you, desperate to hold onto something as you tried to form coherent sentences, thoughts.

he knew your brain was fried, your pussy told him so. the way you were sucking him in told it all. so he gave you what you wanted, unhindered, unrestrained, his hips snapped with rough thrusts. you wailed, taping against the bed uncoordinatedly.

“ y’gonna cum princess? ” you nodded - tried to. “ use yer words. ” he slowed his hips only a fraction to allow you room to think, to ask for permission just the way he liked it.

“ close- da- fuck! daddy please! can i? ” you pleaded with him, you weren’t near coherent, he wouldn’t be fucking you right if you were. his other hand gripped your hip, imprinting his hand into your skin.

“ hold it. ” he growled, pulling your hips down to meet his with unwavering force, hips stuttering as he felt his balls grow tight.

“ fuck- now princess. c��mon give it t’me. ” he snarled as your body responded immediately, shaking with white hot pleasure as you reached your peak, pulling your dreamwalker boyfriend down with you. a string of curses left his lips as he emptied himself inside you, his stomach tensing with the force of his orgasm.

“ christ. look at the mess y’made. ” he panted, pulling out slowly as he watched his seed slip out of your abused hole. you shivered as you were filled with emptiness, knees sliding out from under you as your hips flattened against the bed. you didn’t notice miles leave the bed, the memories replaying in your mind as your ass throbbed. he kneeled beside you, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered.

“ now y’can take tha stockings off. ”

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xstarsdiary · 2 years ago

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ミ day 001 : 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❦

@neteyamsyawntu 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : pet names, needy reader, dom miles, sub reader, size kink.

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : miles quaritch x fem human reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : really fucking short - the other prompts will be longer, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

Miles sat at his desk, reading through files and submitting work as he so desperately tried to ignore how your gummy walls suctioned his cock, squeezing his thick length and drenching it with your sticky arousal.

The two of you had been like this for an hour or so, your small tawtute pussy begging to be fucked as whines and mewls escaped your throat every so often. Your head rested against his big, muscular chest which was only covered by his thin forest green tank top as miles used one of his large navi hands to hold both of yours behind your back, his other hand used to do work.

“Miles..” you managed to breathe out, his name used as a plead to fuck you. Your clenching pussy tempted him, it drove him fucking mad and all he wanted to do was absolutely destroy you, to pound into your tiny pussy until all you could think of was his cock.

He pushed those thoughts aside as he remembered how pleasing it was to see you like this. So small. So full. So needy. He knew that he would snap soon though but he wanted to see just how far he could push himself.

“Jus’ a few more minutes, princess. You can have me soon. I promise.” His gruff voice comes out, a groan threatening to leave his mouth as he gulps. One more file. One more, Miles. He tells himself, knowing that he won’t be able to get through just one more.

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hottakendragon · 2 years ago

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one and only

recom miles quaritch x fem!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, MDNI

miles quaritch can’t help himself, he’s always had an eye for the quiet, nervous beauties; the ones with big innocent eyes that are easy to blush and shy away from everyone’s gaze.

but you can’t hide from him, oh no, you’re just the prettiest little thing he’s ever met with your sweet smile and light, syrupy voice. quaritch will make it his mission to take you and claim you in the best ways, the ways you deserved. there’s no way in hell he’s letting one of those military chumps or science pukes fuck up and taint you. because it has to be him. because he knows how to take care of sweet girls like you.

so on the occasion when quaritch catches some low-life recruits ogling you and whispering like teenagers, he steps in their line of sight, nearly snarling with how hard he’s grimacing at them; a thorough warning to back the fuck off.

and quaritch would start going out of his way, finding time to cross your path to rasp “good afternoon,” in your direction while dropping a wink at you, just to see the way your face flushed and how you tried to suppress a smile.

-miles is a gentleman, inviting you to sit with him for meals in the mess hall, wrapping you in long conversations in the recreation room. when you’re close enough he’s leaning into your space and looking at you with these bright wild eyes that never seem to tear away from you, making your cheeks burn under such a hot gaze.

you can’t help but feel giddy and flustered as this brooding yet handsome man has approached you like you’ve never experienced before.

-the first time you kiss, miles asks politely, waiting for your confirmation before crashing down on you to slot his lips against yours. it starts innocent enough, a slow, warm press of lips until he’s pushing into you and kissing you harder. it steals your breath, miles steals your breath.

“i don’t think ya’ know how much i want ya’, darlin’, feel like i’m goin fuckin’ crazy” he would breathe into your ear, his hand sliding above your knee and squeezing your thigh. “wanna do so many filthy things with ya’.” and he would absolutely thrive when your cheeks flushed even deeper.

-and he loves to embarrass you, loves the way you get all shy when he says something or leaves teasing touches over your skin.

-“you’re so shy, little one”

-“oh you sweet little thing, you’re adorable.”

-and yes miles wants to do filthy things with you, but he also respects your initial boundaries. so y’all start slow; you spend your first few times together in his lap, letting him kiss you fervently. and quaritch is a good fucking kisser okay; he will lick into your mouth, tongue running over your teeth or sucking on your own tongue. he knows just what to do to get your mouth pushing against his own, your body arching into him until you’re asking for more.

-and while he tries his hardest to be patient, miles is handsy with you, always groping at your flesh. even fully clothed, he’ll take handfuls of your chest, will run his thumbs over your nipples until they peak. let’s his fingers tease under the waist of your shorts and press into pliable muscle. miles will grab your bum, pushing your center against the bulge in his pants.

-deffff loves inexperienced blowjobs, loves how sweet you look with your big shiny eyes looking at him, your cheeks stuffed with his cock. loves to talk you through the first few times, telling you what feels good.

-“suck on the tip, yeahhh good fuckin’ girl,”

-“you’re learnin’ so quickly, darlin, such a smart an’ pretty girl,”

-“you’re a natural honey, makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good,”

-eeeeep the first time miles touches you!!! he’d make you sit in the pillows, and he’d sit at your side but he’s quickly covering your body with his own. he kisses you long and filthy until he’s got you whimpering into his mouth and he can smell the slick between your thighs.

he slows to kiss you chastely, only pulling inches away from you to whisper “open them pretty legs for me, baby.” he’d run a hand over your knee and let it smooth over your inner thigh, encouraging you to rest your weight over his hip.

from this position he can see every bit of you from your scrunched brows to your shaking knees. he watches you so intently as your muscles tense or when you gasp quietly, gauging your every reaction to his touch. he’s only rubbing you over your panties, finger pads damp from working over the wet patch that soaks the cotton.

“s’get these outta the way, hm?” he rumbles, only having the patience to hook his finger and push your panties to the side. now two of his thick fingers are on your raw pussy, repeatedly dragging from your hot entrance to your puffy clit.

“that’s a good girl, don’t that feel good?”

-and from the moment you tell him you’re ready to take his cock inside of you, every single one of his nerve endings feels as if they’re sparking like live wire.

so now you’re folded in half, got your knees to your chest and three of his fingers easing into your wet hole. all you can do is whine, your face hot with lust and frustrated tears.

“m-miles, please,” you whimper, giving him those big, watery, desperate eyes and how can he refuse you?

“think you’re ready for my cock, little one?” he grins, still pushing his fingers inside of you just to hear the messy squelch of your slick. and quaritch is so fucking hard as he watches you, his cock heavy and leaking against his thigh. he growls when your hips twitch upwards to take more of his fingers, sweet little sounds falling from your swollen mouth.

“look at you, sweets. tryna fuck my hand,” miles would chuckle. “thought ya’ wanted more than that?” he teases, giving you one last thrust before he drags his fingers out of your tight hole. his long fingers are coated in your arousal and he groans at the sight.

“clean my fingers, baby. suck on ‘em just like you suck on my cock, alright?” and those fingers are tapping your cheek, beckoning your lips to part.

“that’s it,” he whispers, bright eyes lowered and locked on your plump mouth taking his fingers, swirling your tongue around them and doing your best to take all of their length. when his digits pop out of your mouth, he’s crowding against you, kissing you hard. “god, y’r such a good fuckin’ girl f’r me.”

miles will kiss you breathless and smooth his hands over your skin. he leans back on his knees, arranges the pillows under you, wants to watch every bit of you when you take his cock for the first time. you look so cute, honestly ethereal when you’re spread out for him like this; your hair fans like a halo, cheeks tinted with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, your lips plump and slick with spit.

and god, the way you’re fucking looking at him right now- with hazy eyes and a pout on your lips in a silent beg- he just has to pump his cock in his fist a few times, groaning when the action draws your attention to his member and your jaw slacks open.

miles looks down and holy fuck if it isn’t the most precious sight. your puffy folds compared to the size of his cock almost worries him, but he’ll go slow, will take as much time as needed to open you up and make this the most pleasurable experience for you.

so he takes his heavy cock into his hand, teases the tip up and down your slit, bumping your clit and occasionally dipping lightly into your entrance. miles will keep doing this until you’re squirming, whining miserably.

“all ya’ need to do is relax, alright, sugar? i’ll take care of the rest, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing,” he whispers, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

his lips quirk affectionately when you respond, visibly relaxing and eyes fluttering closed, ever the good listener. quaritch takes the opportunity to caress your thighs, lifting them to settle on either side of his waist.

and miles is feeling a bit affectionate for your first time together, lowering so he can kiss your collarbone, your cheeks and lips as he eases into you.

he tries to stay mindful of how he’s pushing into you, but fuck you’re just sucking him in and wiggling those hips and whining so sweetly, miles struggles to hold himself together.

and you can’t take all of his dick, not quite yet but it’s okay, he’s definitely going to work you to that point.

“stuffed full of me, ain’tcha baby?”

and eventually the slide gets easier, and miles is thrusting into you at a deep and steady pace, but too slow to bring any resolution to the building ache of your orgasm.

and he knows he’s being a little mean, but the way your whole body spasms is addicting to watch. you catch his sharp gaze and throw your arms over your eyes, unable to fathom miles looking at you with such want and ferocity.

he’s immediately guiding your arms away, “nuh uh, ain’t no hidin’ from me, wanna see my pretty girl,” he coos and he’s looking right into you, pupils blown and canines poking through his smile.

then he tucks his open palm under your knee, lifting your leg until it sits on his chest, and he’s impossibly fucking deeper into you.

something pleasurable twinges inside you, a pressure you’ve never felt that makes you jerk and yelp, fluttering tightly around his length.

“oh it’s right there, yeah?” miles would whisper sharply, gritting his teeth as he aims for your spongy insides until your moans are punctuated by each punch of his hips.

“miles!” you whine, your head pushing into the pillows as your body arches. your cries and begs are a sweetmelody to his ears, and miles can’t help but grin, a wicked quirk of his lips.

“ya’ gonna come, sweets? go on now, lemme see you.” he growls, arm flexing as he takes your ankle into his grasp, lifting your leg even higher. the position gives him leverage to thrust even deeper, his hips slapping harshly into your bum.

and that’s all it takes, a few more of his deep thrusts has you spasming, muscles strung tight with the beginning of your orgasm. you choke on an actual shriek, breath knocked out of you as miles keeps thrusting, dragging himself inside of you.

“fuck!,” miles grits, the feel of your hot velvety walls contracting viciously makes his hips stutter, but he keeps fucking you through your orgasm until you’re clawing at him, face red hot and bangs sticking to your dewy skin.

“jus’ a lil’ more, yeah sugar? keep squeezin’ on my cock,” and miles doesn’t stop, keeps up those thrusts that have your second orgasm pulling out of nowhere, causing you to jerk and yell in surprise. “oh!”

“shit-cummin-“miles groans, thrusting rabidly into you until he’s buried to the hilt, pumping hot cum against your cervix.

and then he’s nearly dead weight on top of you, lazily wrapping you in an embrace that a little stronger than he knows, but you don’t mind.

bonus:

-okay this might be crack but the aftercare goes crazy y’all, quaritch is very attentive and even a little sweet with you. kisses your skin until he works up to your lips, and then he’s climbing out of the sheets to grab a warm towel and a cup of water. sometimes he brings you a sweet if you ask him nicely.

-then he climbs back into bed, wrapping you against his chest. and of course he’s ego is inflated, he’s back to teasing you and describing quite graphically how you felt around him. he chuckles when you groan in irritation, slapping his chest.

-his nose brushes against your jaw, nuzzles into your neck. “love havin’ ya’ like this. all mine, aren’t ya baby?” and miles knows that you are, just wants to hear you say it and admit that he’s the only one.

notes: okay woooow! so much fun writing this! kinda rushed the ending bc im impatient lol. please leave some love if you enjoyed reading! 🩷

#goddam #this took an embarrassing amount of time #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #colonel miles quaritch #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #atwow #hotsingledragon #my work #miles quaritch x reader

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whxre-bxby · 2 years ago

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I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

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Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you.

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you.

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand.

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room.

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on.

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different.

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you.

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now.

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill.

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands.

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related.

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room.

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to.

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you.

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting.

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance.

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside.

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that.

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage.

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment.

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself.

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.”

His words confuse you.

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him.

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions.

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down.

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you.

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore.

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way.

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle.

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further.

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back.

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you.

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it.

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest.

“What are you-”

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice.

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep.

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him.

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense.

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep.

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself.

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached.

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet.

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body.

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him.

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you.

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe.

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself.

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself.

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be.

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you.

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him.

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl.

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him.

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point.

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things.

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’.

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you.

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you.

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you.

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react.

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it.

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you.

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why.

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice.

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands.

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer.

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t.

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff.

You shake your head ‘no’.

“Makin’ you mine.”

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you.

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories.

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible.

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

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iliketangerines · 1 year ago

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tied up

a/n: i'm late to @anemonelovesfiction and @neteyamssyulang event....but i will be posting regularly because, yes, i am insane

pairing: recom!quaritch x afab!human!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, size kink, bondage, an ooc miles quaritch because i'm feeling really fluffy

Quaritch admires you like this, all tied up and spread just for him, and he leans back in his chair, stroking his cock as he admires your dripping pussy

you can’t speak, not with the gag pushed in between your lips, and you whine, legs trying to clamp together but to no avail

the ropes wouldn’t give at all, and so you’re forced to just watch and want as Quaritch slowly pumps himself, his thumb swiping over the tip and spreading the pre-cum along the shaft

he can see drool making its way down your chin, and your eyes are all hazy and glassy, just the way he likes it

you were gorgeous like this truly, and you let out a muffled whine from behind the gag, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes as your desperation builds

Quaritch doesn’t do anything, just giving you a lazy smirk, fangs flashing at you and tail flicking behind him, and he squeezes the base of his cock before pumping his hand again

you squirm in your bondage, pussy clenching around nothing as it drools out onto the bedsheets, wanting for any type of stimulation

the minutes tick by slowly for you, he knows they are, and he knows that this is absolute torture for you, hips squirming and legs twitching uselessly

and then you start to cry, fat tears falling off your face and onto your chest, and Quaritch finally relents, standing up and walking over to you

he towers over you, face darkened by the shadows, and he feels very much like a predator as he leans down over your trembling human body and comes face to face with your pussy

it smells so sweet, just like you, and he runs his thick tongue over your folds, drawing a groan out of you and him: you’re just as sweet as last time

he laps at you slowly, taking his time to enjoy how to whine for him, his tongue barely brushing your needy clit as he thrusts his cock into his own fist

and then you’re shaking again, desperate for him, for more, and you attempt to buck your hips into Quaritch’s tongue, trying to gain some friction to finally be able to cum

it’s barely a twitch, ropes too tight and restraining you to the bed, but Quaritch obliges and hums as he wraps his lips over your clit, tongue pressing firmly against it

you moan loudly, even through the gag, and he can hear the distorted sound of his name from behind your lips

he wants to hear you, hear you properly beg for him to make you cum, and so he stands up and carefully loosens the gag and lets it rest around your neck

almost immediately, you plead with him, voice whiny and pitchy as you beg and beg and beg, saying how you need him, need him to make you cum, please please please sir

Quaritch smiles and kneels back down in front of your spread legs, murmuring a yes ma’am into the inside of your thighs, nipping at the flesh and listening to you yelp

and then his lips are back on your pussy, his rough tongue lapping at your swollen clit, and you moan out his name and whimper thank yous over and over again

it’s a sweet sound, one that fills his ears and makes his ego swell with pride as he hears your moans grow breathier and your hips struggle in the ropes

with a high keen, you finally cum on Quaritch’s tongue, and he brings his lips to suck on your clit harshly, to make you cry out in pleasure

he lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, tongue continuously lapping at your clit

Quaritch finally detaches from your clit with a loud pop, and he licks his lips as he goes a little lower, tongue darting out to taste your release dripping from you

he presses his mouth to you again, tongue thrusting into your heat and his nose grinding against your oversensitive clit

it makes you whine out his name, and a string of pleas for him, and he just hums, tongue still licking into you to get every drop of your cum

he would eat you for forever, he really could, because you were just so tasty, so beautiful, so gorgeous as you cry out his name

Quaritch needs to taste you again, needs more of you, and he fucks you on his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit

he can feel you clenching around his tongue, and he moans into you, sending vibrations traveling throughout your body, and you shake in the ropes as you cum on his tongue once again with a cry of his name

his tongue laps at you desperately, catching every drop of your release, as he closes his eyes to enjoy the taste of you and the sound of your whines

by god, he wishes he could fuck you, stretch you out on his cock, press down on the bulge in your stomach and make you cry, but he knows it would hurt more than feel good

but the thought of it is enough to make his cock twitch in his hand, the thought of you moaning in pleasure, of struggling to take his cock, of your tears streaming down your face

Quaritch stands up, hand furiously pumping at his cock as he imagines fucking into you, cumming inside of you and fucking his seed back in

you would be so gorgeous, all fucked-out and whiny, but you would take it so well because you were so good for him, always good for him, always bending to him

he lets out a groan as he cums on you, his seed coating your pussy and your stomach, and he pumps himself through his orgasm, watching you through hazy eyes

you’re half-asleep, exhausted, but you still manage to whimper out a thank you sir, and Quaritch chuckles and pets the inside of your thigh

always such an angel just for him

he unties the ropes carefully with his thick fingers, and you melt into the bed as the ropes loosen and let your limbs fall down

you’re so fragile like this, limp in his arms as he picks you up, and you cuddle into his chest, hands gripping onto his broad shoulders

you whack him only once with your hand when he gropes at your ass, but he can feel you smile against his skin

he carries you to the baths and waits for it to warm with you in his arms, watching the water fill the tub

he sets you in, but you grab onto his arm, demanding that he also come in and get cleaned with you, a stern look on your face

there you were, finally awake and alert, the silly scientist he fell in love with all those years ago

you were older, and he was younger than ever, but well, you were a fine wine, and he only found you more beautiful than before

and more demanding, and who would Quaritch be if he denied his partner their request

he chuckles out an alright and gets in with you, your back pressed against his stomach and chest as you wipe yourself of his cum

it’s quiet, warm, in the bathtub, and he’s sure he looks comically large compared to the human-sized tub

but then you look up at him and smile warmly, thanking him for taking care of you as always, and the thought flies away as he leans down and says of course

he would always take care of his angel

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xylianasblog · 1 year ago

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Know your place.

Pairings: Quaritch x FemNavi Reader

Summary: You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Warnings: MDNI, master/slave, TW: NONCON, non consensual , p in v, Quaritch being a dominate asshole, very mean, sub reader, shy and innocent, mentions of being drugged, unprotected sex, forced mating. If I missed any warnings please let me know!

A/n: this one was so difficult but shout out to @quicktosimp for even planning a dark content themed event.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

You felt the prick in the side of your neck before you even had time to question it, the world around you started to blur until there was nothing left but darkness.

Your body felt heavy, your mind was still groggy. You felt like you had just fallen from the tallest of trees, everything hurt. Your eyelids felt as if they wanted to stay closed despite your best efforts to try and open them and when that failed you tried to open your mouth. You didn’t succeed in that either, the moment you were able to part your lips so sound could be heard, your mouth felt drier than you could imagine as thirst clung to your chapped lips.

You didn’t feel it first but you felt it now the fear of the unknown filled your body with dread, the need to run played over and over in your head but your body wouldn’t listen. You couldn’t even move your limbs.

Everything was eerily silent wherever you were, no sounds no nothing. It felt like hours as you lay unmoving in the same sprawled pit position. Gradually you felt feeling come back to your limbs, one by one you were able to wiggle and move but you were so hopeful about getting away. As you worked on moving around trying to find a slightly comfortable position to lay the sound of an automatic door opened, the swooshing sound had your tail raised and ears perked. Every bit of you on high alert.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching, and you still couldn’t figure out how to break loose. Your thoughts ran rampant and you felt so helpless, you saw the boots before you let your eyes roam ever so slowly up the persons figure. He was a Na’vi, no this man was no Na’vi he was a dream walker, what business did he have with you?

You studied his form silently as you watched him crouch down, his hand reaching out to grab at the base of your kuru, you cried out as you tried to squirm away.

“Shut yer fucking mouth cupcake, ain’t no one coming to save you.” His yellow eyes glared down at your trembling body, the devilish smirk that crossed his features scared you. His eyes racked over your body slowly taking in your petite form, you felt yourself stomach drop with the look that filled his eyes. You parted your lips getting ready to beg and plead for your life and safety, however your words were cut short as he harshly pressed his mouth until yours. Forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hold on your kuru tightened up causing a pain to jolt through your body, you whimpered into the kiss out of fear as your felt his hands roughly touching along your body.

You felt his fingers gliding over your clothes pussy, you kicked and thrashed around as he continued to touch and rub in areas no one had ever dared to touch. You felt disgusted with your self despite all your efforts to fight back, you were utterly helpless. He broke the kiss to take in some much needed air, you took your chance to gather as much as you could, your head being secured still with the grip he had on your kuru. He leaned down his breath brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna make you my bitch.” He chucked as he pulled away.

Your body had froze in fear, you may not have been able to understand most of the sky people language but you could tell by the time of his words that this was a promise. One that meant trouble.

Even as he continued to touch and prob at your pussy you couldn’t find the strength to move, your body was cooperating with your mind. His words playing over in your mind as he worked to get you out of your loincloth and top. Your mind was reeling, nothing was processing into you felt the tip of his hard length pressing against your hole. He had not prepared you, touched you to loosen up your tightness. As the reality of the situation began to say in you begin to kick harder, using your hands to push and hit with all of your might. You weren’t strong by any means even as a navi this male was still much stronger than you.

Through all your kicking and fighting you weren’t paying attention to anything but whatever you had left of your will you fight. A searing pain spread across the side of your face. For a moment time seemed to stop, everything felt as if it had slowed down and the stinging pain of his hit and the ringing in your ears was the only indication that anything had happened. “Stop fighting or I’ll kill you.” He hissed out, the deranged look in his eyes had your body stopping instantly.

He threw your head down roughly as he turned you to your side, and for a brief moment you felt instant relief as he released your kuru. He turned your body sideways and lifted your leg up to give himself the perfect view of your cunt. He settled himself nicely over your other leg, securing it with the wait of his body as he pressed his length in slowly forcing your tight little cunt to stretch. You couldn’t even cry out for the fear of him hitting you once more, so you shut your eyes tightly willing your mind to drift off as he forced himself to bottom out inside you. The sound of his groan and the feeling of being full were indications of him being as deep as he could go. He had successfully stretched you out, marking your body as his as the tip of his cock kisses at your womb.

Your mind drifted between the feeling of his length buried deep inside you to other things to focus on, you refused to acknowledge the male before you actively ripping away your innocence from you. Each of his thrust had your mental resolve breaking, each one pushing deeper and harder into you. It was clear he was focused on his own pleasure, so why did the feeling of him hitting so deep begin to feel good in your mind.

Quaritch reached over to grab your kuru at the tip, despite his rough thrusting his touches were softener now, gentle even you barely felt it. He lifted it up to examine it as the hair fell away to reveal the pink tendrils, they wiggled around freely now looking for anything to connect to, make the bond to. You opened your eyes just as he did the unspeakable. You both gasped at the unexpected sensation as the bond had been made, your eyes closed involuntarily as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. Pleasure that wasn’t yours, you felt ever but of him as if he was another part of you, your breathing syncing to his as your heartbeats became one. Your body shuddered as you felt his release quickly approaching,

Quaritch reached down after a moment it took him to compose himself. His hand grabbed your cheeks roughly forcing you to look into his eyes. His thrusting had slowed to a stop a scowl set on his lips before he spoke in a breathy tone. “You belong to be now understand? Like a good little slave I’ll train you to be, you will follow my directions no question asked. I am your master now.” He threw your face to the side as he resumed his task to train you to be his slave in every sense of the word. He just so happened to start with your body first.

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#avatar twow #atwow smut #twow smut #recom miles quaritch x reader #recom miles quaritch smut #recom quaritch x reader #dark content #dark themes #tw dubious consent #tw noncon #tw: non con #tw: dubcon #avatarsurvivethenight #avatar

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wain-fleets · 2 years ago

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looks better if you press it grahh

anyways, he loves the way you taste ❗

this isnt anyone specific, it can be whoever you want it to.

we love sloppy slobber messes. saliva love squad. *SPIT ON IT*

girly got her work cut out for her.

my thought process during this was miles would love to bite. licking, sucking, biting. hes even better at it now that hes got his kitty teef.

***i just know hes a pussy eater*** GUHGUH

and I KNOW jake be SLURPIN dont even..

uhgg..

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pragerswoman · 4 months ago

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Knotting

Pairing: miles X y/n

Warnings: smut, nsfw, MDNI

A/n: hey my loves hope everyone is well and I hope you all enjoy.

Miles Quaritch, a man of stoic resolve and military precision, lay sprawled on the cold, stone floor of his quarters . The room was dimly lit by the glow of the bioluminescent flora that seeped through the cracks in the walls. His chest heaved as he panted heavily, a stark contrast to the calmness of the alien world outside. Sweat glistened on his skin, a testament to the raging battle within his body.

He had tried everything he could think of to find relief from the relentless agony that gripped him. His hand had become a blur as he stroked himself, but no matter how hard he tried, the sweet release eluded him. The pain of his rut, a biological imperative that overtook him every few months, was more intense than he had ever remembered. His body craved something specific, something that only one person could provide.

The y/n, a young and curious human who had recently arrived on Pandora, found him in this pathetic state. She had been drawn to his quarters by the desperate sounds of a man in the throes of an unfulfilled need. She had heard rumors of the rut, a phase experienced by those who had spent too much time linked to their Avatars, but nothing could have prepared her for the raw, primal sight before her. Quaritch's eyes were wild with desire, his gaze locking onto hers with a feral intensity that made her knees weak.

He was covered in a sheen of pre-cum, a testament to his futile attempts at finding relief. His strong hands gripped his cock tightly, stroking it with a rhythm that spoke of his desperation. The scent of his arousal filled the room, thick and heady, a potent cocktail that seemed to make the very air pulse with want. He was a man on the edge, a predator denied his prey, and she could see the beginnings of tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over and betray his weakness.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock and fascination as she took in the sight of Miles Quaritch, the feared and respected Colonel, reduced to this animalistic state. She had heard whispers of the rut, but had never seen it up close, and certainly never expected it to affect someone like him. Despite her surprise, she felt a strange pull, a curiosity that made her want to reach out and touch him. She took a tentative step closer, her hand hovering in the air before she made the decision.

Gently, she knelt beside him, her soft hand brushing against his muscular thigh. His skin was hot to the touch, a stark contrast to the coolness of the floor beneath her. Quaritch looked up at her, his eyes dark and pleading. He was beyond the point of pride or shame, his need for release overriding any semblance of human dignity.

Y/n swallowed hard, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his painfully hard cock. It throbbed in her grasp, the pulsing veins a silent testament to his agony. He let out a low growl as she began to stroke him, her touch tentative yet firm. The sound resonated through the room, a primal noise that seemed to shake the very foundation of their reality.

Her eyes searched his, looking for permission, for a sign that she wasn't just a stranger offering a fleeting moment of relief. His gaze softened slightly, a silent acknowledgment that she was more than just a means to an end. He knew he needed her, craved her, and the thought of anyone else touching him was unbearable. He nodded, the barest of movements, and she took that as her cue.

With a gentle touch, she guided his cock to her lips, her eyes never leaving his. She felt his muscles tense as she took the head into her mouth, the taste of his desperation coating her tongue. She had never done this before, but something about the power she held over him was exhilarating. Quaritch groaned, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure as she began to suck him, her tongue swirling around the tip. She could feel his need growing with every second, his body tightening like a coiled spring.

But she knew he needed more, something she had never given to anyone before. He had to be inside her, filling her completely. She pushed herself up, straddling his hips, and lowered herself onto his thick shaft. He was so much larger than any human man she had ever been with, and she could feel herself stretching around him, her tightness making it difficult to take him fully.

Quaritch watched her, his eyes hooded with lust, as she took him inch by inch. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy clenching around his cock was almost too much to handle. His hands gripped her hips, urging her down, but she moved at her own pace, savoring the exquisite discomfort as she adjusted to his size. The anticipation was unbearable, his body thrumming with need as she took him deeper and deeper.

On the third attempt, she finally managed to impale herself fully on him, her walls stretching to accommodate his massive length. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he felt himself bottom out, the head of his cock nudging against her cervix. The sensation was mind-numbing, a wave of pleasure that almost sent him over the edge right then and there.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she adjusted to his size, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by the exquisite fullness she felt. He waited, giving her body time to accept him, his muscles quivering with the effort of restraint.

But the moment she began to move, any semblance of control shattered. With a roar, Quaritch bucked his hips, driving himself into her with a ferocity that stole her breath away. Each thrust was a claim, a declaration of his dominance over his body and his need for her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him, her body a vessel for his release.

The sensation grew, a crescendo building within him as she tightened around him with every stroke. And then, without warning, it hit—his climax. He erupted deep inside her, his cum filling her to the brim. But the pleasure didn't end there. His cock grew larger, thicker, forming a knot at the base that lodged firmly within her, locking them together.

Her eyes shot open in surprise and a hint of panic as she felt his knot swell, the sensation unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable. Quaritch's own shock mirrored hers for a moment before the reality set in—his body had taken over, and he had no control over the biological response that was as natural to him as breathing. The knot was a part of his navi physiology, a way to ensure successful mating.

He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her as they remained connected. "Shh," he whispered, his voice a soothing rumble against her ear. "It's okay. It's just part of the rut." His breath was warm and comforting, his embrace a stark contrast to the feral need that had just consumed them. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies still joined in the most intimate of ways.

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