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pretty when i cry

recom miles quaritch x fem na’vi reader x olo’eyktan jake sully

!! smut - minors dni; pwp; threesome (p in v & oral); dacryphilia; size difference; hinted age gap (not really mentioned much because focus is on the size diff); power imbalance; extended foreplay (fingering); purity kink; corruption kink; dumbification; manhandling; slight exhibition kink; daddy kink; breeding kink; creampie; squirting; slight belly bulge; na’vi and english petnames; mean tease jake and quaritch; mutual possessiveness; switching povs // 5.7k words

: i wrote this when i was well-rested from my vacation and it exploded into this behemoth of a smut fic wheww; the fingering went on for too long bc, well, hands <33; i’m changing the format of the bulk of the fic to reduce eye strain; im super nervous posting this but i hope you guys would love it 🥹; title is from pretty when you cry - lana

jake watches, his throat parched, as quaritch (alive and looking too damn well as a na’vi) hefts you onto his lap, manhandling your smaller body so that your legs are spread wide open, giving jake a good view of your leaking cunt. your face is flushed, blue skin turning into a delicious purple, your eyes screwed shut as though by ignoring their hungry gazes, you wouldn’t feel the shame thrumming in your veins.

jake thinks you look so beautiful bathed in your shame – your lust burning at your core.

you’ve always been so tiny – the runt of the clan – but jake hadn’t seen the perks of your constitution, given that he’d been too busy worrying about you. you’ve always been his little doll, his little angel; the one who drove his protective instincts into new heights.

he wanted to keep you safe, yes, but he also wanted to keep you pure. naive. blindly trusting him because jake promised, didn’t he? he promised that he’d always protect and guide you? and jake had watched the way you melted in his arms, nodding at him softly, watching him with reverence as though the weight of his words exceeded that of eywa’s.

then quaritch swooped in, with his sharp fangs and sharper words, and then jake was losing you to him. because while jake desired your innocence, quaritch lusted for your corruption. and quaritch is too good at corrupting.

(“well, there’s no rule that says we can’t share her, corporal.”

jake’s fury evaporated, the clawing possessiveness that had him in a bind loosened up as his ears twitched at hearing quaritch’s drawled out words. the motherfucker smirked, slanted eyes curving in amusement at jake’s sudden interest.

“oh, so now we listenin’ to lil ol’ me, huh?”

jake’s tail snapped behind him, the limb whipping in agitation. quaritch just rolled his eyes at jake’s reaction, sighing through his nose as he leaned back to his seat, looking far too calm as though he and jake weren’t just arguing, almost fighting, over who gets to claim you.

any other day, jake would realize that he was acting just as selfishly as quaritch was; that despite all his bravado and promises of being the better man for you, he had only ended up following the colonel’s footsteps. but for now, jake didn’t care. not when whatever quaritch was offering seemed too good to reject.

quaritch huffed at jake’s silence, choosing to use it as a hint to keep on talking. “it’s not like we got any other choice, sully. for whatever fucked up reason, my girl wants you just as much, and i’m willin’ to share because, well.”

‘because i love her’ went unsaid but both jake and quaritch knew the words that he kept to himself.

jake swallowed the lump lodged in his throat, blinking his eyes to bat away the choking feeling of his possessiveness, chasing away the last remnants of his hesitancy as he hissed, “she’s my girl too, quaritch.”

it was as good as a crystal agreement and quaritch laughed, loud and booming.

“well, alright then.”)

it was natural to let quaritch take the lead and to have him do the talking. jake held your hand throughout, his thumb rubbing along the ridges of your knuckles as quaritch talked about soulmates and compatibility, things that jake knew the other man barely believed in, and ending his tirade with a “you’d love us equally, won’t you, princess?”

your eyes were wide as you listened to him talk, and jake almost cooed at how cute you looked with your lips parted open and your tail swishing behind you excitedly, but before he could do so, you ripped your hand from his hold and jumped right into quaritch’s arms.

jake had to admit, seeing you dwarfed by quaritch’s bigger and bulkier form stirred something in him.

and, apparently, it did something to quaritch too, seeing as there you are, sat on the colonel’s lap, squealing as he fucks two of his fingers into your sopping cunt.

jake is unable to hold in his ragged groans as he hears the wet sound made by a particularly hard thrust, your juices leaking past thick fingers. he doesn’t know when he stopped feeling jealous that it wasn’t him who was fucking your pussy, and started to feel unabashed excitement at seeing you fall apart because of someone else’s doing.

he palms his hard cock through his tewng just in time to hear you keen, your back arched in that delicious way that always renders jake speechless. the beads of your braids click together when you begin to shake your head, raising your hand to wrap it around quaritch’s wrist.

“my’lus, close! ‘m close!”

jake laughs at hearing the butchered name of the colonel coming from those beautiful lips of yours that he loves to kiss so much before he flicks his eyes up to meet quaritch’s glare, the heat behind it absolutely cooled down seeing as he cradled the love of jake’s life – the very person that quaritch loves above all.

“don’t you tease my cupcake, sully. if she calls me ‘my’lus’, i am ‘my’lus’, aren’t i, princess?” he coos at you, as though his fingers aren’t digging into your cunt and rubbing along your heated walls, crooking them just right as his thumb flicks at your hardened nub.

all you could do was whimper, batting those pretty lashes up at quaritch as though your tears could soften the man into giving you what you needed. quaritch just grins, winking, and you let out a pathetic little sniffle that peters off into a choked moan when he just thrusts his fingers into your cunt again.

jake shucks off his tewng, impatiently chucking the cloth to the side before closing his fist around his pulsing cock. he grunts at the warm pleasure that erupted from finally touching his sensitive length, tightening his fist along the flushed head as he begins rubbing his thumb across the leaking slit, causing shivers to rack his body.

he doesn’t realize that he’s closed his eyes until he physically has to peel them open, needing to see you be stuffed by quaritch. expecting to only see the way your eyes would roll back to your skull, overwhelmed by the teasing fingers taking you apart, electrical euphoria seizes him when he meets your teary gaze instead.

miles’ other hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to prop your head up and watch as jake fucked his fist, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“see him, darlin’? y’see how frantic you made him?” miles’ voice rumbles in your ear, his lips ghosting along the side of your face. he stops his fingers, uncaring of your needy whines, and you realize, amidst tears and hiccupped gasps, that he is waiting for you to reply. so you clamp down on your breathy whimpers, keeping your focus on jake, before giving miles a soft nod.

your eyes trail over jake, taking him in. his locs are out of his hair tie, the strands falling to frame his face, giving shadows over his usually-soft features, making them look much sharper than what you’re used to. his lips are pulled back in a snarl, his fangs nipping at them as he loses himself to his thoughts. his arms are flexed, bulging muscles rippling with his every move, and his belly is flexed, making way to show off the abs hidden underneath the slight swell of his stomach.

“y’know what got him actin’ all desperate?” miles’ voice is teasing, like he knows something you don’t. you shake your head, humming in question, breathless as miles begins to spread his fingers again, grunting in delight when your tight walls clamped down on them.

“he’s thinkin’ about you, sweet girl. he’s thinkin’ about fuckin’ you the way i do.” miles presses a soft kiss on the shell of your ear as he says this, slowly dragging his fingers out of your heat, pulling moans from your kissed-swollen lips and silencing your heady mind.

it takes a while before the weight of his words sink in, and when they do, you gasp, jolting from miles’ lap with the crashing need to touch jake. to feel him.

you want jake. you want him to press close; to engulf you with his warmth and spear his leaking cock into your cunt. you want his kisses. his mating. his everything. eywa, why is he sitting so far away? why isn’t he touching you right now?

miles chuckles at seeing you pout, dragging his lips across your cheek, but you don’t pay him any mind as your attention is pulled into watching jake’s eyes flutter open, only to hear your heart stutter at seeing what were once pools of vibrant ambers transformed into thin rings of gold.

all because he desires you.

“jesus,” miles growls, bumping his forehead into the back of your shoulder. “goddamn, love. you just clenched on my fingers there.” his fangs nip your skin, and you feel the vibrations of his hums reverberating from where his lips are pressed.

you couldn’t stop the shiver that raced down your body when jake’s eyes snap to your cunt at miles’ words, his gaze zoning in on the way miles is cupping your pussy. you watch the way he studies miles’ palm rubbing against your tiny nub, the other man’s teasing touches turning into something more desperate as though the tight squeeze of your walls on his fingers are translating into a more direct pleasure for him. as though miles could already feel how your cunt would hug his thick cock.

you squirm on his lap, new bouts of tears trickling from the corners of your eyes when miles pulls his fingers out only to slam them back in you again, your back arching from his chest at the familiar numbing ecstasy that miles has delightfully taken to extinguishing just moments before you could tip over into your sweet orgasm. your lips fall for a silent scream, your ears ringing with static.

loppy and delirious from your increasing euphoria, you reach out for jake, wordlessly begging him to come and finally touch you.

jake doesn’t need to be prompted twice.

he clambers to the spot just in front of you, trying to ignore quaritch altogether. but it is futile, especially when all jake can focus on is the consistent wap-wap-wap of the colonel’s thick fingers fucking you oh so deliciously.

you are wailing, dazed and drunk off of your arousal. jake bets that you don’t even know the way you are clawing at quaritch’s RDA-issued shirt, your blunt fingernails catching onto the cloth and causing runs into the fabric.

jake slots himself perfectly into the space between your parted legs and he takes the time to appreciate your toned thighs, dragging his eyes over the expanse of your skin that is shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. his eyes stay frozen at your debauched cunt, your folds swollen from how much it’s been played with. the results of quaritch’s drawled out edging continue to trickle from your heat, dampening your inner thighs and creating a wet spot in the sheets. jake chuckles at the mess you’ve made before trailing his gaze over your tanhi, running his eyes from your belly, spasming with every ragged breath, to your perky tits.

you’ve been stripped to full nudity, your necklace-top and your tewng had been ripped apart by quaritch’s impatient hands. jake remembers hissing at him, growling from the base of his throat because those had been one of the many gifts jake made for you. quaritch laughed and said, “all the more reason to tear ‘em up.”

despite his initial anger, jake can’t say that he doesn’t understand the eagerness lining quaritch’s actions. they’ve both wanted to touch you for so long now, dancing around like idiots as they courted for your hand, only to end up in this tangled mess.

but what a sight you make, he thinks.

“look at you, paskalin,” jake whispers, his voice a gunshot amidst the melody of nothing but your sweet moans.

your head snaps up to meet his gaze and jake coos when your teary eyes can barely hold the stare, too distracted by the continuous edging of quaritch’s fingers. jake cups your jaw, rubbing soothing nothings on the skin just underneath your lashes and wiping away the tears drenching your cheeks.

“y’r so beautiful,” he continues, folding himself before you to duck his head until you two are lips-to-lips. then, he presses them against yours, holding the chaste kiss, before pulling back just enough that your noses are bumping together.

jake can feel your stuttering breaths against his mouth and he can’t stop the adoring smile that tugs up at his lips. “y’ve got us into a tizzy, sweetheart.”

“teezi?” you ask, struggling with the accent, and only then does jake realize that you’re no longer mewling.

jake dips his head down, curious, and is delighted to see your cunt finally free. he purrs at the sight of your hardened nub, nestled atop your puffy folds. he notes the way quaritch’s hands are holding your thighs apart, spreading you all for jake to gawk at.

“oh, baby girl,” he croons, desire slamming into him. “y’r cunt’s all messy.” he swipes a finger over the slit of your pussy, chuckling when he hears your breath hitching at the teasing touch.

“ma’jake,” you whine, looping your arms around his neck, pulling him close, nuzzling your cheek on his neck. jake hums in faux curiosity, as though he doesn’t have a single clue about what he does to you.

still, he bucks close, his hands wrapping around your itty-bitty waist – not minding the fact that by doing so, he can feel quaritch’s abdomen pressed to your back – to drag you closer to him. you easily follow, falling to your knees and eagerly crawling to him.

jake chuckles at quaritch’s huff, his smile easing off when the colonel appeases himself by twirling your tail around his hand, gently tugging, coaxing more whines from your sore throat.

“that’s right, baby cheeks,” quaritch murmurs fondly, before he bends over to nip at the tufts of your tail, knowing just how sensitive you are there. he’s rewarded with a drawled out keen, your pretty lashes batting together as you twist to turn to quaritch. your back arches beautifully as you do this, and jake’s hold on your waist gathers strength, unable to help himself

jake rubs at your waist to calm you down, rumbling quiet shushing noises and shooting quaritch a glare. “my turn, colonel. lemme make my baby feel good.”

quaritch huffs, still holding onto your tail, but he pulls back, giving space for jake to move. jake takes it greedily, sliding his hands down to hold your hips, pulling you to his lap. his lips meet yours right away, devouring your surprised squeak.

he feels your hands grip his shoulders, breathy trills of your happy sighs being engulfed by his rumbling grunts, and jake couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his cock along the folds of your soaked heat. the touch sends you buckling on his lap, your lips leaving his as your head falls back for a muted gasp. jake snarls when he sees your pretty neck, and buries his fangs into your skin, nipping. marking.

mine, he thinks. my pretty mate.

“ma’jake!” you moan as you fist his locs, your hips rolling over his cock. “ma’jake, plea- my’lus, nooo.”

the sob catches jake’s attention, his curiosity bleeding past his arousal, and he looks up, thrill running down his spine when he sees the way quaritch’s hands are planted on your pretty tits, his big hands dwarfing the mounds, while his fingers tweak at your hardened nipples. quaritch’s face is pressed on the back of your head, and jake strains his ears when he sees the other man’s lips moving.

“s’right, cupcake,” is what jake hears first. “we’re gon’ fill up that tiny cunt of y’rs an’ make y’feel the stretch. we’re gon’ take turns stuffin’ you whole until y’r pussy can’t forget our shapes.”

jake startles at your whimper, the sound ricocheting within the small space between you two. he tears his eyes away from quaritch – fuming when he realized that he had been swayed by the colonel’s words, his own tail wagging behind him like a goddamn dog in heat, drunk off of his promises – and turns to you.

your wet eyes blink down at him although he knows that you’re not really seeing him, not when your head has you tumbling images of what he and quaritch want to do with you. still, it has jake cooing as he bucks his hips up, purposefully grinding his hard cock along your weeping cunt again.

“that’s right, yawne,” jake murmurs, his voice heady and rugged.

“gon stuff this full,” he dips you down to his cock when he murmurs this. he snarls when you nod, soft giggles creeping from your lips when you notice the desperation in jake’s voice.

“y’love that, princess?” quaritch asks, covering your back with his bulk again, his greedy hands coming up to press your tits together, making the two of them salaciously hum at the cleavage your tits made.

you nod, sighing, nuzzling your head back onto quaritch’s chest.

jake clicks his tongue. “use y’r words, paskalin.”

“yes, please,” you finally utter, and jake’s heart thuds in his chest at hearing how ruined you sound.

“there’s my girl,” quaritch drawls out, sounding just as intoxicated as jake feels.

miles diligently holds your legs open, watching with bated breath as jake gently slides his cock into your wet cunt. he can feel your heaving chest as you continue to watch jake claim your tight pussy for the very first time, noting the way your breath hitches at the possible sting, and miles distracts you with the teasing touches he glides across your dewy skin.

“shh, princess,” miles whispers, nipping the shell of your ear. “didn’t i promise that i’ve got you?”

you nod, a broken little thing, and miles feels pity rise amidst the curl of arousal burning underneath his skin.

he shoots jake a glare. “damn it, corporal. fuckin’ take it easy.”

jake snaps his golden eyes up at him – the eyes of a predator, miles thinks – growling, and miles raises a brow at the incredulity of jake’s sudden possessiveness. rearing his head back, he lets out a responding hiss, letting go of your perky tits to wrap his arms completely around your chest.

there is a pregnant pause, the two of them posturing against each other, before a quiet action draws their attention back to you.

your head is tilted to the side, bearing your neck, and from his angle, miles no longer has a view of your pretty face. that’s quite alright, he thinks, feeling his cock jump from his trousers.

miles doesn’t know much about the na’vi. not their customs or their culture, and he just holds enough knowledge of their language because he loves talking to you. but this? he doesn’t even have to glance at jake to ask what you’re doing. he knows what it is.

you’re fucking presenting to them.

“oh, ma’paskalin,” is all jake says, his voice thick with emotions, before he’s sinking his cock into you all the way. miles growls in appreciation when your back arches, your head falling to his chest as you moan, your eyes rolling back to your skull.

miles lets go of your sides, a hand coming up to cup your jaw as he tips your head further down until he can kiss you. you are too overwhelmed with pleasure to kiss back, but miles doesn’t mind, choosing to suck on your bottom lip instead until it is slick and swollen.

you claw at his neck, broken hiccups being swallowed by miles’ hungry mouth, before he groans at feeling your small body getting jostled. the action is followed by distinct slapping noises and jake’s grunted moans.

miles breaks the kiss and he is instantly gifted with the sweet cries spilling from your lips.

“my’lus!” you squeal, outright sobbing in his arms, and miles roars out a laugh.

jake snarls before you get tugged out of miles’ hold, landing directly on top of jake’s cock, making the whole length of it sink into you.

“my goddamn name,” jake growls, grasping at your hips to bounce you on top of him. “say my name, yawne. i’m the one fuckin’ you.”

miles takes delight in your cock-drunk self, too uninhibited to respect jake’s demands. jake snarls again as he fucks up into your cunt, your leaking slick making the slaps of your skins reverberate wetly.

miles feels himself shiver at the messiness of it all. it’s his turn to watch you get fucked into oblivion by another man, and miles thought that he’d be put off by seeing someone else mating you, but he can’t help but love the sight that you and jake make.

miles strips his shirt and throws it behind him, mentally noting that if it’s clean enough, then he’d want you to wear it. ever since jake mentioned that whatever you’ve been wearing was made by himself, miles began wanting to see you in something of his own possession too.

he unzips his pants, not having any more effort to stand up and strip it off himself completely, before pulling his cock out. he turns to the two of you again, ready to use you both as spank bank material, only to see how jake’s turned into a pure fucking animal.

the olo’eyktan is snapping his teeth at whatever expanse of your skin is presented to him, digging his fangs and marking you for himself. his hands had fallen from your hips and found purchase on your beautiful ass, where he’s got fists full of your flesh while he uses you as his personal cocksleeve, slamming you down onto his cock and then lifting you up until all that’s left is his head, before repeating the delicious process all over again.

miles has to grip his cock to stop himself from cumming when he sees the way jake’s fingers are dimpling your skin, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed outside of your cunt. he’ll bury all of his seed in you, he promises, quietly moaning to himself.

quaritch is so lost in trying to stop himself from tipping over the edge that he doesn’t notice the way jake manhandles you so that you’re now facing quaritch. jake’s arm is snug around your waist, his other hand circling your neck, as he waits until quaritch’s attention is back on you two.

jake watches the moment quaritch gets a hold of himself, the other man’s chest heaving due to his ragged breaths, before golden eyes snap open to zone in on you.

jake doesn’t even care that quaritch ignored him completely, not when jake knows the sight that you must make: stuffed with his cock, your legs trembling as you hold them apart for your audience to show off your puffy pussy that is currently stretched in an obscene way. jake knows how your face must be wet with fresh tears or the way your lips are swollen from being devoured by the two of them, or how your pretty little tits are perky and flushed, much like the soft curve of your neck that is littered with hickeys.

“jake, more! more, please! i want more!” you beg oh so sinfully, sniffling when jake just ruts his cock into your pussy instead of giving you what you want.

jake clicks his tongue as he tightens his hand around your neck, not really hurting but putting enough pressure to render you speechless. he hums at your silence before turning to quaritch again.

“look how beautiful she is,” jake says, his voice full of pride. “my syulang’s takin’ me so well, isn’t she?”

quaritch nods, and jake notes how his eyes aren’t meeting his nor are they meeting yours. he follows quaritch’s gaze, turning his head to study your body, roving his gaze across the expanse of your beautiful self, before finally stopping at the skin just below your belly.

fucking hell.

“her pussy’s snug, ain’t it?” quaritch asks, rhetorical and sounding too far away like he doesn’t actually give a shit about holding the conversation.

jake can’t blame him. if he wasn’t the one tasting you, he’d be just as drunk at the image you paint. his hand leaves your waist to slide down your belly, before stopping directly on the taut skin of your womb.

“look how far she’s takin’ me, quaritch,” jake whispers reverently, before he presses his lips on your shoulder. “she got me nestled all the way here.”

jake taps the bulge that’s formed in your belly, and quaritch chokes on his words, unable to stop himself any longer. his fist rocks down his cock again, trying to alleviate the itch pooling in the pit of his stomach.

you hiccup, lifting your lither hand to rest on top of jake’s and jake croons, softly nuzzling his cheek on your shoulder. his touch is tender, like he’s not moulding your cunt to remember his shape.

“m-ma’jake,” you stutter, your legs squeezing close when jake rocks into you again. “i want-” a sob breaks your words. “ma’muntxatan, please, i want more.”

quaritch growls, creeping closer upon hearing your words. “he ain’t your only mate, princess.”

miles pinches your chin and you blink up at him with a soft sniffle. he taps your lips, remaining quiet, and you want to call for him and beg him to touch you. but all thoughts fly away when jake lifts you up just enough that the slow drag of his cock is torturous, your walls spasming around his length as though trying to stop him from sliding out.

you grip miles’ wrist, using him to tether yourself, and as you do so, you almost miss his words.

“come on, baby,” miles murmurs, his hand leaving your chin to scruff you by your nape. “open y’r mouth for daddy, yeah?”

you purr at the familiar nickname that falls from his lips, the very same one that danced on your tongue, in the privacy of your hut, when you’ve learnt what it meant for the tawtute.

“fuck, quaritch,” jake murmurs from behind you. “she jus’ squeezed me.”

miles laughs. “is that right, sweetheart?” you feel him pushing you to your elbows, gentle as jake continues to hump at your pussy. “you wanna call me ‘daddy’?”

you lick the back of your teeth, going shy all of a sudden, but jake’s hand rubs soothing nothings on your back, as though coaxing you to murmur your agreement.

“yes, daddy,” you readily say, peering up at quaritch through your lashes. you clear your throat, parting your lips only to gasp when you feel jake’s cock slide out of you completely.

“ma’jake, no!” you cry, twisting, but his hands on your back stop you.

“jus’ a temporary change, baby girl,” jake reassures, chuckling to himself softly.

miles takes over, grasping your flushed cheeks with his big hands and urging you to turn to him. you gasp when you are faced with his thick cock, your throat going dry at the size of it.

“remember when i told you we’d stuff you full, sweetheart?” he asks, grunting when the soft puffs of your breath tickle his sensitive length.

you nod, humming, not breaking your stare at his beautiful cock.

“well, would you open y’r pretty mouth for daddy?” miles presses his cock to your lips as he asks this, the leaking head tainting your swollen lips with his tangy taste.

you can’t help the way your tongue juts out and swipes at the sensitive flesh, your arms wobbling when the taste of miles explodes on your tongue. you don’t utter anything anymore as you part your lips as wide as you can before wrapping them around the head of miles’ cock. it is thick and heavy, but you are resolute to tasting it all.

“gentle with your fangs, princess,” miles murmurs, and you hum around a mouthful, relaying to him that you’ve heard him well. the action has him fisting at your braids, hisses spilling from his curled lips.

“motherfucker!”

you pause, nervous, but miles doesn’t sound angry so you return to swallowing as much as you can. as you do so, you feel jake’s hand spreading your folds apart with his cool fingers, sending jolts of pleasure dancing across your skin.

you try to lift your head up from miles’ cock but find yourself unable to as miles holds your head in place, his grunts ramping up in volume.

in contrast, jake is quiet as he lines up his cock before the entrance of your cunt again. this time, the slide isn’t slow as jake slams all the way in.

you moan around miles’ cock, seeing your vision blurring at the explosive pleasure that overtakes all of your sensitive cores. miles curses from somewhere in front of you before more of his cock slides into your mouth, the head of it bumping the back of your throat.

your arms go weak and you almost collapse, had it not been for jake pulling you to his chest, his face burrowed on the crook of your neck. he snaps his hips forward, bucking, and it makes miles’ cock slide further down your throat.

you are delirious from the pleasure, your lungs constricting from the overpowering mating capabilities of your two mates. distantly, you feel drool sliding past your stretched lips, as well as the stinging of your ass as jake’s pelvis continues to slap it with the force of his thrusts.

“y’r takin’ me so well, paskalin,” jake croons, his lips roving over your marked neck. “my sweet girl, y’r pussy’s made f’r me, isn’t it?”

you mewl, trying your best to tell jake that yes, you’re his. you’re theirs. but the garbling sound makes miles buck forward, fully burying himself down your throat. before you can get used to his size, he is sliding his cock out, leaving just the head of it grazing your lips, and you blink your teary eyes at him, not knowing what it is that you want miles to do.

miles grins, something that spells danger, and then he is fucking his cock back into your throat. you squeal, not expecting miles’ sudden move or the way that jake thrusted his cock back in your pussy at the same time that miles did.

you go blind for a second, and you feel a spray coming from your heat, drenching your and jake’s thighs. you do not know what the word for it is – you feel yourself coming down from something akin to a high – but both jake and miles moan at the sight of your leaking cunt, rendering them into a frenzy.

“fuckin’ knew y’r a squirter, sweetheart,” miles growls, his ragged voice slicing through the white noise in your head. “i’d want that on my tongue, next time.”

jake groans, the sound pressed onto your shoulder blades. “she’d look so good sittin’ on our faces,” he says. “she’ll cry so prettily but she won’t leave because my baby girl’s a fuckin’ slut, aren’t you, love?”

you can’t reply, too dizzy with the overlapping scent of jake and miles, the two of them complimenting each other. miles grunts in agreement with whatever jake muttered.

“she’s gon’ beg so prettily – battin’ those pretty lashes, callin’ me ‘daddy’,” quaritch smirks.

jake howls, his hips stuttering as he buries himself all the way in your cunt, making your belly bulge once again. you sob at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, your walls clinging onto his length, still so unused to it even after all his teasing.

“gon’ breed you now, yawne,” jake murmurs, his words slurring like he’s drunk. “gon’ bury my seed in you. you want that, won’t you, my love?”

jake isn’t even done talking when miles pipes in, his thumbs rubbing soothing nothings along your cheekbones. “swallow carefully, princess. daddy doesn’t wanna see you choke.”

then, he stuffs your throat with his cock, the rough fabric of his cargo rubbing against your chin. you whine when it becomes too difficult to breathe and miles murmurs his apologies, sliding out just enough until you are not smothered.

explosions of heavy warmth fill you up and you squeal, not expecting the gushing warmth that settles in your belly. jake croons at you throughout, murmuring how good you are taking them, how beautiful you would look swollen with their seed. miles remains quiet, choosing instead to watch as you carefully swallow his seed just as he instructed.

he boops your nose when the last of it is gone.

miles is the first one to pull out, his cock leaving your lips with a distinct ‘pop’. you cringe at the tangy taste remaining on your tongue and miles just huffs, swiping at your bottom lip before he’s pulling you up from your elbows and propping you on your knees.

jake hisses at the sudden move, but with nothing else to pump out, he pulls his spent cock out of you too. you whimper at the oversensitivity it caused and jake murmurs his apologies, pressing his front to your sweaty back, as though he is trying to meld himself to you.

feeling empty, you collapse in miles’ arms, exhaustion hitting you with its full force. miles hums, pushing your braids away from your sweaty face in his attempts at grooming you clean. jake takes the spot behind you again, careful with your sensitive backside and your limp tail.

there is silence as you catch your breath, trying to ignore the feeling of jake’s seed slowly seeping out of your heat. miles settles on your other side, pulling your head so that it is pillowed by his arms. you smile at him in gratitude, unable to use your throat.

it takes a quiet moment until miles murmurs, “lemme taste y’r cunt next, princess.”

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foxigemini · 8 months

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

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

Feral - Recom!Miles Quaritch x Recom!Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quaritch frowned. "The flower?"

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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plzfeedmebread · 1 year

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What Do I Tell My Friends Family?

Word count: 5086

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speak of the Devil and so shall She appear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I—I—want…”

“SAY IT.”

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

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

“Well, aren’t you just sweet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Delicious, thank you for the meal.”

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

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

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

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

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

He looks down at you, eyes meeting yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That does it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room is gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your neck?

Oh.

OH!

Oh no…

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

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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Quaritch forming tsaheylu with his partner

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x GN!Na’vi!Reader Warnings: Some slightly suggestive content

You had never seen Miles this nervous. Even with a knife pressed against his throat and your angry form hissing in his face, he had merely smirked, but now the man was shaken. His face was tense as you led him through the forest, his ears twitching at every noise.

Did he not want to do this? You asked him again and again but he always assured you that he did. He wanted you to be bound together, marriage not really an option on Pandora.

“Is it going to be watching?” He asked at one point when you had reached your desired clearing. When you asked him what he meant he glanced over to a woodsprite that peacefully floated by. “You know.”

Eywa was what made him nervous. Humans or Na’vi watching him? No problem, he’d pull his pants down anywhere, but some god/sentient ecosystem seeing him, feeling him at his most intimate moments? It disturbed him.

“Eywa is always watching,” you had answered with a smile. To you Eywa was in every breath you took, in every drop of water you drank and branch you brushed aside. But the Skypeople did not feel that connection as deeply even when in Avatar bodies.

The two of you just sat in the clearing for a while, facing each other and breathing in calmly. You had urged Miles to close his eyes and join his hands with yours. He had given you that same look that he always does when it comes to Na’vi ways, but complied regardless.

“Feel her presence, feel her peace and let it join you,” You told him. It took him a while before he truly got it, a chill running down his spine when he felt only a snippet of that connection. It seemed as if the sounds around them became more clear, every falling leaf and drop of water suddenly audible. But it wasn’t alarming, quite the opposite in fact. He became calm, and when you felt it in his grip on your hands, you let go to caress his face.

When his golden eyes met yours, you smiled with intense admiration. He had put his own reservations aside to please you. “Oel ngati kameie.” I see you.

He repeated it in that adorable broken Na’vi of his and caressed from your face to your hair, playing with one of your beaded braids. It jingled softly and the sound reminded him of every morning he had spend watching you while you turned and tossed in your sleep. Sometimes you would turn so fast and suddenly that your braids swayed and clanked together, but you seemed to be deaf to the sound. You had been all teeth and anger when you had first met him, appearing as a demon as much to him as he did to you. But you had seen the softer sides of one another, and now Miles could not imagine having to go without the sight of your fanged smile for longer than a day.

Slowly, you brought forward the braid with your queque and offered it to him. The little pink tendrils of the queque parted the end of your braid and wiggled expectantly. It was still an odd sight to him, but strangely not unappealing as it was a part of you.

He brought his queque close to yours and locked eyes with you, your expression questioning. Without words, you asked him one last time if he was sure. Sick of the doubt, Miles interlocked your queques quickly.

Both your breaths hitched as your queques became tangled in one another. With every strand that became linked, a jolt was felt through your bodies and a new sense of your partner could be felt. When the wind blew by your back, Miles could feel the soft tickle of hair running down his spine. Not his, but yours.

He placed his hand on your chest in a testing manner and felt the pressure of it on his own. Tsaheylu had been made, a bond that could only be broken by death.

Your pupils were dilated as you stared at him, heart bouncing rapidly in your chest. He could feel your urgency, your need, his own only amplifying it.

He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you, every passionate brush of his lips against yours sending heat through both your bodies. He had never wanted you more than in this moment. To feel you, to be one with you.

When you are both sated, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, his own eyes quickly falling shut from exhaustion.

By the morning your queques have become untangled, the extreme high of the earlier sensations having lessened with it. Miles woke up before you, your back still facing him as you peacefully slept. He picked up your braid and watched as your queque writhed and wiggled out towards him. A grin appeared on his face. Could this be used more often?

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vinciwolf · 1 year

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Loyalty

Recom!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Slow Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Action, Violence, Blood, Death

Summary: After your soul transfer from a diseased body to a healthy Avatar, you lived a somewhat peaceful life on Pandora for fifteen years. During that time, Spider was like an adoptive son to you. You taught him everything he needed to know to survive. One day when he and the Sully kids run into bad luck that leads to your capture, you must make sense of your changing world, and heart, revolving around the RDA's mission to find Jake Sully, including the Recombinant leader who hunts him.

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 - 1/2

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Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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mandowifey · 1 year

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Touch

Na'vi!Quaritch x Human!Fem!Reader

(Short Drabble!)

Warnings: NSFW, fingering (fem receiving), Voyeurism, hold the moan, public sex, Miles being a smug bastard. This wasn't proofread or edited.

Colonel Quaritch has never been described as a soft and understanding man. This statement was also applicable to the 9ft tall Na'vi reincarnation, who had set his sights on you some time ago.

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Getting used to his quirks and isms took time, and often, you felt as though he didn't quite understand himself either. Both of you were often left guessing.

But not today.

Quaritch was sitting back at a projection table, yellow eyes boredly skimming over a display of terrain while the rest of the Recom team prattled off about rotations and reconnaissance. He was not listening to them, though. Instead, his pointed ears twitched with every breath you gave from his lap.

He liked to humiliate you.

You couldn't tell if it got him off or if he just did it to watch you go red. Being only half his size, you couldn't do much about it. When he forced you to perch in his lap, you had argued and squirmed until his arm wrapped around your body and his large hand sunk under the table and into your slacks.

All your sense left you as those huge blue fingers played and stroked over your covered crease. With your back to his chest, you swore you could hear the soft rattle of a purr escape him. That asshole.

It didn't take much to make you blush, but him fondling you during a meeting had you fighting to keep composure. He knew it, too. Putting an elbow on the table, Miles leaned into his hand, giving the impression he would rather be anywhere else. In truth, he did. He wanted his private quarters with you bouncing on his cock. But work was work, and he could settle on tormenting you.

Your legs open wide under the table as he draws his hand up, then pushes into your underwear. He could hardly fit, and you could feel the strain of the fabric trying to accommodate his pressence. Swallowing noisily, you buck to meet his fingers as they drag down your damp folds. Miles hid a smirk into the heel of his palm. He loved knowing he got you worked up.

There was a prod at your opening, his middle finger seeking entry. You clear your throat, widen your legs for him, and close your eyes as you feel the thick digit slip inside your little hole. Miles eagerly pushed knuckle deep, the tip of his finger bottoming out, making you clench around him and clear your throat again.

A few of the Recoms glance at you, and while your face was bright red, you smile.

"Sorry, tickle in my throat."

Miles chuckled, and the lingering stare from Wainfleet made you certain he knew. Maybe they all did. Supposedly, they all had impeccable hearing and sense of smell. You try to not worry about it, and focus on the massive finger that prodded and pushed inside your cunt.

The sensation was incredible, he reached places in you no human finger - or cock, for that matter - ever could. With a buck of your hips, you attempt to fuck yourself against him. Miles shifted under you, and you realized now you could feel the growing hardness between his legs.

Spurred by your canting, the Colonel began pumping his digit in and out of you, starting off slow. The drag of him against you made your body warm, and your stomach tighten. It was getting difficult to keep focused, especially when his heel pushed against your clit. You were rising fast, and the way your cunt bore down around his finger let Miles know how close you were.

Each pull and press of the Na'vi's thick finger made you quiver, his pad bumping your cervix and causing you to lurch in his lap. You knew the Recoms were pretending not to notice, and the fact they knew at all had you flustered. But that was his plan all along.

Sighing slowly, your small hand squeezes around the forearm stretched down your body as you begin to rock yourself steadily into him. If you had been paying attention, you'd have noticed Mansk and Wainfleet's ears twitching and perking at the subtle sound of your cunt slicking. Miles rumbled in his chest, satisfied that you were coming undone in his lap.

When the pressure became too much and the heat coiled up your vertebrae so suddenly, you saw stars. With every ounce of self-respect left within you, your hands clap over your mouth. The orgasm was strong, body shaking. You shudder and roll your hips as your cunt bears down around his finger. It grips at him in desperate, fluttering motions, as pleasure rattles through your core.

Miles smirks again, pumping the digit a couple more times for good measure before slowly pulling it out and wiping off on your panties. He gives your thigh a 'good job' pat before you fumble to fix your clothes. You could feel the smug aura wafting from him, and grit your teeth.

Revenge was a bitch, and you were certain you'd make him pay.

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frankcastleonlyfans · 1 year

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𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑, 𝐌.𝐐

pairing: recom!quaritch x latina!recom!reader

summary: miles is not holding himself anymore around you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So cute," He thought.

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

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

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

And then you called for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you like that?" Quaritch questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tonowarii · 1 year

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can i request the beloved catboy quaritch purring ITS NOT A WANT ITS A NEED MMMM

COMPLETELY okay if u dont have motivation, or if u just dont wanna do it!! Write whatever you feel like writing love ♡

kisses 😚

im just keeping this short and simple bc i need to experiment on writing quaritch 👹 also wrote this w a human reader in mind sooo

gif is not mine, credits to the owner!

Quaritch relished in moments like these where he finally gets to spend time with you. Needless to say, since getting his avatar body, he never felt better, faster, and even playful. But god forbid the lessons he had to go through in getting used to this. But yada yada, all this, all that- it finally paid off as he now gets to spend more time with you.

However this one particular morning, he was enjoying having you huddled on top of him, one of his arm wrapped around you so you don't fall.

It was like that when suddenly he was staring at you, seconds after you've just given him a decent uppercut with your head as you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you saw a ghost. It looked like you've just got shaken up by one hell of a nightmare.

"The hell was that for?" He grumbles in his old grumpy manner with a 'What the fuck?' look at you, his usual scowl returning.

But this discovery had your mouth wide and a mischevious glint in your eyes as you gestured all over in excitement.

"What? You forgot to speak?" He snarkily replied.

Quaritch watched as you lay your head on his chest a few times, making sure you weren't hearing things.

Then he hears your laugh, he was starting to get annoyed at this point, with his chin slightly aching and with you looking like a crazed scientist.

"I can't believe- oh this is great." You finally speak, looking up at him with one of your smiles that had Miles' features softening.

"What's so great? Me?" He chuckles. Although nothing could prepare him for what you said.

"I didn’t know you guys could purr!"

Pause.

Miles' expression drops, blinking. "Huh?"

"You're purring!! I can't - oh this is amazing." You laugh, leaning your head against his chest to hear the low rumble emitting from it, giving you a warm and comfy feeling.

Miles' huge hand raises to carefully pry you off his chest and not to accidentally flung you across the room.

"Come again?" He asked.

"You don't know? I mean can't you feel it? Or is it like a - what do you call that again-" You look up in thought as he simply stared at you with a puzzled expression. You give up on trying to search for the word, turning your attention back on the avatar in front of you, whose tail was flicking in curiosity behind him, ears flicking.

"Okay, do you... Feel anything?" You ask.

Miles simply shakes his head no. You roll your eyes. "Come on, cooperate with me Miles." The way his name rolls off your tongue had him complying.

He takes a moment to feel what he was feeling. He felt happy, content even— but he wouldn't admit that. Still, he then registers the low rumbling coming from deep in his chest. It was roaring- like an engine if you will.

His brows furrowed, is that what it was?

He thought you wouldn't be able to hear that... Has he been doing that for a while? That's weird, he only notices it when he's with you but he rarely pays attention to it. So that's what got you acting like a crazed scientist.

Miles looks at you, and he swore the roaring in his chest got louder. He didn’t even knew the makers programmed them to be able to do that.

"So you are just a big cat after all." You teased as you watched his face contort into realization.

"No I ain't, pumpkin." He was not going to accept this.

"Just accept it Miles," smirking playfully at him. "I wonder... If the other recoms know that their commander's just a big huggable cat that purrs." You teased.

"Stop it." He glares at you.

"Would you look at that I'm on my way down to inform the others."

You sing-song, about to jump off the big bed when you're suddenly hoisted back up on the bed on your back, with Quaritch's intense gaze meeting your eyes as his huge body hovered above you.

The act sent your heart thumping, Miles definitely picked up on that as he chuckles followed by a smirk at your sudden silence.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, pumpkin?"

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fl3shm4id3n · 9 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, size difference, half clothed sex, outdoor sex, belly bulge, praising, kissing, teasing? mentions of harassment? in the workplace.

A/N: Based of an AI chat I had with a Quaritch bot, I'm probably going to start putting my smut fics/hcs in small letters.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

You were a miner, ever since the RDA wasn't able to get the natives to work for them, they had hired a load of miners from earth. You worked at a coal mine back home, but when you heard about the amount of money you'd be getting paid by the RDA on a different planet, you had signed up real quick. Since you had arrived on the next planet, you were put to work right away.

Most of the miners were men, they were few women but they were all put in different groups. Your group didn't seem to mind you at all, they were nice and respectful towards you, that was a good sign to you. For many hours every day, you'd be working on the mines, trying to retrieves some valuable stones and other objects that the RDA wanted.

You'd be in the mines all day and sometimes at night, you'd be covered in dirt, grime and bathing in sweat. As soon as you got to your room, you'd eat and go right to sleep. You were working endless hours and got very little rest. On your days off, you'd just sleep all the time. This job was hard, and it was harder was when it came to people looking down on the miners.

Just because those people were working inside doing god knows what, while you and the others were out sweating and getting dirty, they thought very little of us. They looked down at the miners. Whenever you got looked at, they had some kind of look of disgust when looking at you covered in dirt and sweat. You hated, but you didn't care what they thought, you came on this planet to make money, not friends.

That day you didn't go to the mines, instead you were instructed along with some guys of your group to go dig some holes. They were going to make new building in that area and holes needed to be dug. So you and your group mates went to get the work done.

So that's what you were doing for hours, digging six inch deep holes. You didn't really stop unless to drink water and have a bathroom brake. This felt like some kind of a work out, like mining. Also the day was hot, very hot. Sweat had build up on your forehead and neck, you could feel your clothes sticking into your body. It was horrible. The guys were already done, they had offered their help but you got it covered, you only needed to do two more and you were done. Now you were alone digging.

Finally, you were done. Now you were sitting down on the ground, under the shade some of the few trees that weren't cut down, your shirt and overalls covered in dirt, same with sweat. You were trying to catch your breath and trying to gain a bit of your energy back. You had closed your eyes for a moment. Enjoying the peace and quiet. Then you heard someone approach you. Opening your eyes, you saw non other than Miles Quaritch himself. Or at least the recom that was suppose to be him. You had heard about the whole project phoenix, but you never really were focused on that since you had other things to worry about.

Not only that, but you had a crush on Miles. Every since you saw him. It felt weird at first, since he was brought back to life, but also because he was now a native, or at least he had the body of one. You still couldn't help but find him attractive and charming. You quickly got up fast from the ground, and dusted off the dirt off your pants, or attempted. "Good afternoon sir" you said politely, standing up straight.

"Good afternoon ma'am" he responded, sounding politely. You also couldn't help but here his slight southern accent, it made a small chill run up your spine, specially being face to face with the man you had a crush on. "How's ya day been?" he asked, looking around the dug holes on the ground. "It's been alright, lots and lots of digging." You said, rubbing the dirt off your gloves, then you removed them off your sweaty fingers. "I can tell" he said, looking at yours and your mates work. He looked down at you, he was very tall compared to you. It felt a bit intimadating.

Miles gave you a little smirk. "Hot day huh?" he asked, seen the little drops of sweat rolling down the side of your face. You nodded. "Yeah, very." You responded with a small smile. You could still feel Miles looking down at you, you felt your whole body tense up a bit. His yellow and greenish eyes looking back at you. "Ya know kid, you do a pretty good job around here" he said. This caught you a bit off guard. "I do?" you asked, wanting to hear more. "Yup, I mean, In all honesty, I've never seen a girl like you work as hard." He added, but he continued. "I mean, this guys have you working in a hot ass day, digging holes and being in a mine for hours, but you're doing a good job." He commented with a smile.

His words had some kind of affect on you, was he praising you? You felt your face get hotter then it already was, unless it was the heat getting to you. "T-Thank you sir" you answered, shyly. The colonel saw the blush on your skin, he couldn't help but grin widely, showing his pearly whites and his fangs. "I think that you should get rewarded, ya know." He said, making you turn to look at him again. "You think?" you asked again, slightly tilting your head to the side. "Yup, and I have an idea on how you could." He said, then he walked over to me, closely. "Follow me little lady, that's an order from your superior". He said with a grin on his lips, he then walked past you, then you followed behind him.

You both walked a bit further away from where you were earlier. You both has stopped, now you were standing in the now abandoned woods. You were standing still while for a moment, waiting for some kind of instructions. Miles then turned to you, facing you now. He had a mischievous grin on hid lips. He then got crutch down to your height. "You trust me?" he asked you, it took you a moment to process what he just asked, but you answered back. "Yes sir" you said, almost quietly.

That's all Miles needed to hear. "Be a good girl and close your eyes for me." He said, without hesitation, you closed your eyes. You could hear him moving around a bit, you then heard him unbuckling something, you had a feeling that you might know what it was. "Open your eyes sweetheart" he said, you could hear the grin on his lips. You slowly opened your eyes, you were now face to face with the colonel's cock in your face.

His thick shaft was the same shade of blue as his skin, but his tip was slightly pinkish and purple color. You could also see his pulsing veins around his hard length. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together. "See what you do to me girl? You get me all riled up and hard" he growled, softly stroking his shaft, you saw the bit of his precum on his tip, threatening to leak out. You had no idea what to do, you were frozen on the spot. Admiring his manhood. You've never seen anything as big as him. Probably because he was a whole new different species and because he was much bigger.

Miles chuckled. "I know, it's big" he commented, as he continued to stroke himself. He tried so hard not to cum on the spot, seen you watching him stroke himself, got him feeling all kinds of things. "How about you lay on your back girl? I'll take care of you" he said, soothingly. You then laid onto the soft grass on the floor, you watched how Miles got on his knees and crawled towards you, he reached over unclipping your overalls, then pulled down your pants softly, you had to lift yourself off the ground, to allow him to fully pull off your pants. You were now laying on the grass, only in your shirt, and soaking panties, you felt the slight cool air hitting your skin, making you slightly shiver.

"Damn, will you look at that?" he said, referring to the small wet patch on your white cotton panties, hugging your whole ass and crotch area. You felt your face get hot by his comment, it was true, he got you all wet. Just like the other times he has. When my pants were a set on the side, his huge hands reached over, getting a hold of the elastic of your panties, slowly pulling them off. He got a view of your throbbing clit and slick folds. This sight made his cock twitch. "Damn.." he whispered, as he placed your panties with your pants.

You were already breathless on the floor, he had not touched you yet. He caught on. "I know, I know. Just relax, Let me take care of everything. Enjoy yourself." he said in a whisper, he then positioned himself in front of your legs. He grabbed your calves, then spread open your legs, getting a better view of your pretty little pussy to him. He let out a small growl. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this girl" he purred. Then he placed both legs on other side on his waist, he then moved himself on top of you now.

He grabbed his cock, and softly rubbed his tip against your folds. Making you let out a loud gasp. When his mushroom like tip rubbed between your lips, getting coated by your juices. He then got down, helping himself staying up with the help of his forearms and elbows. With his left arm, he brought it down to your wet lips, softly caressing them with both this ring and middle finger, making you soft squeak in surprise. "I got you prepare you first girl" he whispered against your ear. Out of nowhere, you felt him slide his digits in. "Hah!" you moaned loudly, close to his ear.

Hearing you more, made him even more excited. "Fuck, I can already feel you" he purred against your ear, giving it a small kiss. He began to move his fingers in and out of your squishy walls. All that could be heard was your small mewling and the sounds of your squishy wetness. It's been a while since you had been intimate with anyone, it felt like the first time. Except it was with the man from a different species. It felt amazing, you loved the way you were getting stretched out by his huge fingers. Miles then stopped, he feeling how your walls were tightening around his fingers, before pulling them away. His fingers were coated with your wetness, he gave them long lick, tasting your sweet nectar against his tongue.

"Good girl" he purred. He plopped himself back on his elbows and forearms. As you recovered from your small high, he leaned down, giving you a kiss on your sweaty forehead. He did not mind at all. He then thrusted inside your tight walls. You both let out a moan, yours was much louder than his. "Fuck! Your so tight!" he commented, he didn't move just yet. He wanted to feel your squishiness around his cock. God, he felt as if he was in heaven. You were trying to catch your breath, you were practically gripping him tightly, feeling his shaft inside you.

Normally Miles wouldn't kiss, but this time, he did. He grabbed the back of your head, with his hand. Bring in up a bit, kissing your lips softly. You tried to kiss back, but this was a bit too much. "Shh, it's okay. Relax girl" he said, softly against your lips. Slowly and gently, he began to move after a bit. You let out whine, feeling him slowly moving inside. You wrapped your arms around his torso, gripping onto his grin tank top. You held onto the cotton shirt as hard as you could, your nails soft scratched on the fabric.

Miles growled as he thrusted into your puffy pussy. "Fuck!" he moaned, cupping your little head with his huge hands, as a kind of grip, but a soft one. The slow and gentle thrusts, began to become a bit more rougher and deeper, he wanted to feel you as much as he could reach. When his movements began to increase, the grip in his shirt tighten. "OH!" you let out small cry, your legs were beginning to shake, your toes curled inside of your work boots. Your walls gripped tightly onto Miles shaft and he felt it.

Every time he feels your squishy walls tighten around him, his thrusts got faster and harder. "Good girl!" he praised against your ear. He began to pound into your tight. You couldn't help but moan as loud as possible, it could almost echoed in the air. You could almost feel your nails tearing into his shirt. "God!" you whined, feeling his tip hammering right into your sweet spot. It made your body jolt every time he'd slam into your spot. Your legs began to shiver even more, goosebumps ran across your body. Seen your distorted face of pleasure, he reached down to past your stomach, softly massaging your puffy clit. Making you cry out loudly.

All that could be heard in the woods was of skin slapping and heavy breathing, followed by moans. They got louder by the minute. You felt tears welling up in your eyes. The pleasure was getting heavier, and too much. "M-Miles!" you whined, he was thrusting at an immense and animalistic pace, not only that, but he was also rubbing your clit at a speed. "You're such a good girl you know that!" he praised, as he continued to hard thrusts. "Good girl get rewarded!" he finally said. You couldn't help but arch your back, you felt yourself getting much closer to your release, you were very close to exploding. Your lips were wide open, in a shape of an oval. It felt so good! He was stretching you beyond belief, you could see and feel the bulge in your stomach.

"Cum! Be a good girl and cum!" he ordered in a growl. Then you felt your orgasm, ripping through your body. You began to squirt all over yourself and onto Miles shirt, as soon as you did. So did he. He came deep inside your tight clenching walls. "Fuck!" he growled loudly like an animal. Unloading his semen inside you. It was a huge amount, you felt it leaking out of your abused hole. "Mmm.." you hummed, feeling him pumping his load into you.

You were both trying to catch your breath, Miles was still on top of you, with his cock also still inside, making sure that his cum doesn't leak out any more. He leaned up, looking down at you. Seen your eyes half lidded, and sweat coating your neck and forehead, little droplets were rolling down your cheeks and well as your tears. He also noticed how your shirt was also wet, due to your orgasm. "Did you like your reward girl?" he asked, with a evil little grin, wiping his own sweat off his eyebrows. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. "Yes... s-sir.." you stuttered.

Miles chuckled softly, leaning down and giving you a small kiss on the forehead. Affectionately. "As much as I want to make you scream again, we best get back to work" he commented, he slowly pulled out of you, making you sigh and almost whine by the lack of his cock inside you. He then got up properly, tucking himself back in and buckling his belt back on. Before you could reach your pants, you were stopped by him. "Allow me" he said with a small smirk. He reached over, grabbing your panties and sliding them back down, putting them on properly. He gave your calf a small kiss, making you blush a bit. Then came your overalls. He slipped them back onto your legs and clipped the straps on tightly.

You were then helped up, you almost fell over. Your legs were a bit wobbly and weak, your back was also a bit sore from laying on the ground and from work from earlier. "Don't worry hon, next time we'll be somewhere more comfortable." He teased at you, making you blush more then you already were. You both headed back to the base. You then parted ways, not before he sent you a wink and left off to do his own work. You were met with your group mates, they had got worried about you since you weren't finished, you explained that you had been asked to dig another one and it took long because it was in another location. They also noticed how you were also in a bit of pain and sore from your back to legs, they believed it was because of the digging, having to bend down for a long time and how you had to slightly get down on your knees. You decided to go by that story instead. It would be best to keep your 'reward' to be a secret.

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𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝.

“No matter how many times people try to give hope to themselves, truth remains that this world is unfair. Unfair and cruel. But yet the human nature craves that security, that sense of “justice”, that feeling that allows it to rest at night, convincing it that no one ever goes unpunished for their wrongdoings. And that naïve human nature, fuels the cycle of order. The cycle of mass control and ultimate power over the masses. Because no matter how unfair life gets, there will always be a motherfucker who goes “oH, bUt nOt tO worRy, gOd wiLl pUnIsh tHem” or “tHeY wiLl spEnD eTernItY iN hElL.” or “kArMa wiLl gEt tHeM oNE dAy.”

And it’s always been like this. Since the beginning of humanity. Because that’s what gives human beings the hope and motivation to live, to go on. But yet…. no one seems to actually do something about this unfair world now do they? It’s always “life is unfair”, and “this world is cruel” and “people are soulless”, but nothing is done about it. People just let themselves be controlled by those on top. They don’t revolt, they never do. They obey like little sheep, living their tiny miserable little lives, with no courage to open their eyes and revolt against the cruelty that all of us have been forced to live in. But hey it’s okay. At least they’re safe and secure in their homes right? A place they can be themselves in.

Well, if they’re not living in war that is.

War. War is the main gear in the world’s clockwork. War is the physical manifestation of the hunger human nature has for power. War is the sheer difference between peace and chaos.

Do you ever wonder who are some of the people who suffer most in this world? Soldiers. Don’t get me wrong. There’s plenty of assholes among soldiers. But some of us… some of us don’t deserve this. We go in the military, wanting to protect our people, to fight for what is right. But is there such thing as right? Are we really protecting? Or are we destroying?

Do you want to know how the game works? The game being a soldier’s life. Because that’s what our lives are. Games.

Well, let me tell you how it works. Let’s pretend that you’re a soldier. You sign up for the military. The first part of the game is very clear. You’re nothing but a pawn and you’ll remain a pawn until you play. The rules are very simple. Take what they give you, give away what you have to, and the difference is yours. The question is…. How big is the difference?

That’s what us soldiers live for. The difference. What we can make out of the war. What we can get out of it. Because what we can save from war…. Is ours. There are lots like me. We’re the actual players. Not the people who live their normal lives, no. They’re still pawns. We on the other hand have become players. Because on the one side of us soldiers, there are the cattle. You. Who let TV, and media, and religion do the thinking for you. And we’re supposed to fight for you, to protect you. While on our other side is power, who believe that we soldiers are shit at the bottom of their shoe and feeble minded cattle. Over on the barn these people on power, want us to take care of them, because a long time ago they gave up on themselves and now they won’t lift a single finger. So that is the game. In this world there are people who don’t care about themselves and there’s authority that doesn’t care about them either. And us soldiers, we are in the middle. We sorta owe something but to whom and what? That… we don’t know…”

The dim lights of the medical wing fall upon Y/N’s new body, giving a shine to her new and smooth striped blue skin, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her tail flicks slowly behind her, side to side, like a cobra sizing up its new prey that it has just set its sights on. Her new sharp, amber eyes, trace the outline of her nimble and slender fingers as they fidget and intertwine with each other. Her breathing is slow… her mind is still in a haze. She sits there on the bed she woke up in an hour ago, her elbows resting atop her knees, her head down, eyes focused in observing her new hands as she tests and stretches her new fingers. She hasn’t looked in the mirror yet. She’s afraid to. Afraid of what she will find. Her mind goes through her inner dialogue over and over and over again, like a broken record stuck in the record player of her brain.

“How big is the difference?”

“We owe something…. But to whom and what?”

“We’re not pawns…. We’re players…. Right…?”

She swallows the saliva that has pooled on top of her now larger tongue. Her throat seems to find some relief at this, the dry inside finally getting somewhat of a moisture. Her eyes dart to the mirror in the corner, her ears folding back in contemplation. No. She’s not ready to look yet. She swallows again.

Her ears pick up at a sound, the cartilage raising up in interest. Her sharp hearing being able to capture the faintest sounds in the distance. Looks like there’s chaos in another room, somewhere down the hallway. She can hear multiple people yelling, along with the rupture of objects being thrown. But the sound is faint, even for her now extraordinary hearing. So she pays no mind to it. She zones out the sounds, focusing back on her hands. She runs her eyes through them again, inspecting every pore, every claw-like plate of keratin at the tip of her slender fingers, every inch of skin covering the flesh. At least her hands haven’t changed their beautiful shape. Although she’s not very fond of the blue embedded in the cells of her skin. She inhales deeply, testing the capacity of her lungs. Her chest puffs up as her intercostal muscles and her diaphragm contract to enlarge her chest cavity for the expansion of her lungs. She holds her breath for a few seconds. And then exhales, closing her eyes.

Her tail keeps flicking slowly. Her eyes open and dart to the mirror again. No. Not yet. She closes her eyes yet again…. Wanting to go back in that deep sleep, where her mind is blank… dead… unaware and empty of what’s going on around this new alien body. She swallows again. Her body moves back, laying her back on the bed again. Her shoulders hurt from staying in the same position for one hour, a sharp pain shooting through her trapezius muscle. Or has it been one hour? She’s not sure. Her head falls back on the bed, eyes now moving up to see the same operating light she saw when her eyes opened up for the first time in this new world. But she wasn’t alone when that happened. She was surrounded by people in lab coats, gently trying to wake her up to life. Then when she was responsive, seeing that she was calm and quiet, they left her alone in the room. She keeps her legs out of the bed, her bare feet planted upon the cold tile of the room. At least the icy temperature provides her with something to feel, anything to take her out of this numbness. She closes her eyes again, her hands resting on top of her flat belly. She doesn’t like it. The muscle is too hard, too firm. Her breathing is slow, but steady. She runs through her inner dialogue again.

“War is the main gear in the world’s clockwork. War is the physical manifestation of the hunger human nature has for power.”

“Are we really protecting? Or are we destroying?”

She swallows again. Her ears try to pick up any sounds as her vision remains dark under her closed eyelids. Nothing. This time it’s quiet…..

A series of clicks make her eyes snap open. Her upper body jolts up, turning her head towards the sliding doors, tail raising straight up in alert. Amber eyes target with caution the piece of metal that slides open, body ready to pounce at any possible threat. As much smaller people walk in, she calms down. It’s them. The same people who woke her up. Her tail falls back down and her ears relax in their natural position. She eyes them up, carefully watching their movements, as the sliding doors close behind them. One walks up to her, standing just a few inches away from her knees. It’s a woman. She smiles under her glass mask, looking at Y/N with friendly eyes.

“Colonel L/N.” She says firmly, giving Y/N a warm smile. “We apologize for our absence. We had a situation with another Recombinant.”

Recombinant. That term is familiar to her. She has seen and heard it somewhere. But where…..

The woman continues.

“How are you feeling, Colonel?”

Y/N blinks a few times. She hums.

“Where am I? What is this?” She manages to say. Using her vocal chords for the first time. At least her voice hasn’t changed. It’s the same voice she remembers. A bit more raspy for the moment but, still the same.

The scientist answers.

“I understand your confusion Colonel, so let me explain. We’re in the Interstellar Vehicle Vindicator which is currently in the orbit of the planet Pandora. The Vindicator is tasked with transporting the team of Recombinant soldiers to Pandora, as part of General Frances Ardmore’s invasion fleet.”

Something clicks. Y/N’s pupils dilate as everything snaps back into to place, memories flooding her brain like a river. She remembers. She remembers.

Her breathing becomes rapid, tail flicking wildly behind her. Her eyes are wide, brain scrambling to process the vast amount of new information. At the sudden change in Y/N’s demeanor, the doctors become alert. Some of them back away in caution and fear, sedatives at the ready. They do not want another incident, like the one with the other Colonel just a few moments ago. And at least the other Colonel had his team to calm him down. This Recom however has no one. If she decides to lash out…

But she doesn’t.

She stays silent, taking rapid breaths, eyes wide as she stares shocked at the tiles underneath her bare feet. The doctors make eye contact with each other, unsure of how to approach the situation. The lead doctor clears her throat, attempting to speak to Y/N again.

“Colonel? Are you-“

“I remember.”

The doctors look at each other worriedly, exchanging alerted glances.

The Recombinant finally raises her head. Her gaze isn’t numb, unsure anymore. It’s the same gaze of the heartless, ruthless soldier. There’s that glint in her eyes. That glint of determination. That glint of pure confidence and sheer willpower as her amber eyes stare coldly at the lead doctor.

“I remember everything.”

She doesn’t like this no gravity shit. She can’t maneuver her body properly. Not that she could in the first place. She’s huge now. Standing at 7’8”, towering over the people below her. Well maybe towering isn’t the right word but still, she’s considerably taller. And bigger too. She kinda likes it. Gives her that physical intimidating leverage that she never had before. Just the fear in the scientists eyes when she stood up earlier was enough to put her in a good mood for now. It was funny. Seeing their expressions. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t enjoy that they feared her (maybe she did, just a little bit), it just made her smile a little at their wide eyes as she stared them down. At least she’s back in proper clothes now. The camo pants and tank top that they provided her with, feeling way more comfortable on her new body than the hospital gown that had left her bare ass exposed for the rest of the fucking world to feast their eyes upon. Although, her tail was a pain in the ass to get through that hole on her pants. It took her some minutes to figure out how to move the thing and to get it through that damn hole. Now it was flicking slowly behind her like it had a mind of its own. She moves her shoulders back once before relaxing them again. She doesn’t like the feeling of not having a bra on. Even with her new body, her bust is larger than a native woman’s usual proportions, and her plump breasts feel unsupported. I guess that’s what you get when your DNA is a mix and match between two species.

Her thoughts are interrupted as a human approaches the transparent screen that she’s currently holding onto for dear life in the zero gravity space. She watches as the man approaches and gives her a small polite smile.

“Colonel.” He says firmly. Y/N nods in acknowledgment, watching as the man fumbles with the screen. After a few seconds it lights up, displaying an image.

“Whenever you’re ready ma’am, you can start the recording.” The man explains politely, before floating away, leaving her alone once again. Her eyes are now focused on the screen before her. She stares at the icon of the paused recording. The young woman on the screen stares back at her, unmoving. Y/N takes a deep breath, eyeing the image. Black pupils trace the familiar features of the young Colonel on the screen. Her posture is straight, elbows leaning on top of the table, military uniform as neat and elegant as it can get. Her demeanor is one of confidence and calmness, the aura of someone who has full trust in themselves. The Recom wonders how she herself looks right now…. because she hasn’t gathered the courage to look in the mirror yet.

The Recom swallows, eyes darting at the corner of the screen, where the details of the recording are displayed. L/N. F/N initial. Fourteen years ago. The tip of her finger presses on the glass screen.

“Evening Colonel.” The woman greets with a confident smile, nodding once.

“I’m hoping this recording has found you well. Welcome to the world. Although it’s not the world you are acquainted with, similar rules still apply. I’m guessing that your memories should be back by now, but if that’s not the case then let me refresh them for you. I am Colonel F/N L/N, commander of a 14-man Marine Special Operations Team in the United States Marine Corps. And you Colonel, are my Recombinant. A clone of mine in the living and breathing form of a species of sapient humanoids called the Na’vi, who inhabit the lush moon of Pandora.”

Pandora…

The Recom swallows again, tongue running subconsciously over her newly obtained fangs.

“Two weeks ago a special order arrived for me. As I am currently speaking, a non-governmental organization in human space which goes by the name of The Resources Development Administration, or RDA, is preparing to fly a mission against a Na’vi stronghold. The man in charge of this mission goes by the name of Colonel Miles Quaritch, a RDA Security Operations commander, serving as the chief of security on Pandora, although currently serving as the senior RDA commander. In case things go south, the RDA is currently running a backup plan to restore and make sure that the minds of their best on world operators are not lost. This is known as The Recom Program, where a fully sentient hybrid soldier is embedded with the recorded memories and personality traits of an individual human. If this mission fails, this program will immediately be launched in preparation for a second invasion to re-establish the resource mining and colonizing operations on the exo-moon.” The woman on the screen pauses, eyes skimming over the camera before she continues.

“General Frances Ardmore has personally ordered for me to be apart of The Recom Program as well. I have never been to Pandora nor have I ever been acquainted with the RDA or Colonel Miles Quaritch. However, the General knows me personally and has insisted in me being apart of this program, so if time comes, my Recombinant will be there to assist her in taming the frontier in order to set up humanity's future home on Pandora, including to help her eleminate the resisting natives. And that is you, Y/N. My Recombinant. If you are seeing this then that means that Colonel Quaritch’s mission has failed and The Recom Program has been launched.”

The woman raises her hand, taking something from the table. She holds her hand in front of her and displays the object to the camera.

“This is a Soul Drive. My identity, skills, personality and memories have been uploaded into this special link device which will be sent to a lab that is currently engineering you in an amnio tank. You will be imprinted with the contents of this device, making you an essentially genetically modified clone of mine, inheriting my memories up to the time of the backup.”

Colonel L/N puts the object back on the table. She then turns to the camera again.

“Your squadron will be taken out of their amnio tanks shortly after you. You will be in charge of them, yet again. They are the Recombinants of the main operators of my 14-man Special Operations team, so you’re well familiar with them even though you haven’t met them yet. Your purpose is to assist General Frances Ardmore in taming the frontier in order to set up humanity's future home on Pandora, including to help her eliminate the resisting natives. Since I have no experience in the harsh and hostile environment of Pandora, neither do you. That will be a problem. You are not on Earth, you are in the harshest and most hostile environment in the entire Alpha Centauri System. It is going to be hard for you to adapt. However if you’re a clone of mine, with your extraordinary skills, uncanny instincts, the knowledge you have of Pandora, and unchecked determination, you will more than excel in that environment. Do not forget you are a combat-tracker, known for exceling in a fluid and volatile environment. You are a covert, jungle, desert and urban operator, sniper and saboteur, versed in a wide range of fieldcraft and tactical capability. You will not fail me Y/N, and I am sure of that.” The woman says confidently, raising per head slightly up, proudly.

“At the time that you see this recording, I may or may not be alive. A Marine’s life is never guaranteed, so neither is mine. However the case might be, I wish you the best in your mission and I place in you my most sincere and deepest trust.”

The Colonel pauses for a while. Her e/c eyes then look at the camera softly, staring deeply into the Recom’s eyes.

“Remember sweetheart…. You’re nothing but a pawn and you’ll remain a pawn until you play. Take what they give you, give away what you have to, and the difference is yours. Because the difference is what makes you the middle player between the cattle and power. Because that…. is the key to winning the game.”

And with that, the recording ends.

Title Explanation:

"The Few. The Proud. The Marines." has been used by the Marine Corps since 1977.

This slogan reflects the unique character of the Marine Corps and underscores the high caliber of those who join and serve their country as Marines.

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would u do hcs for riding their thighs 😋 or an imagine of one of em they all got some nice laps

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 + 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 | 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

summary: thigh riding with the boys. all drabbles

— warnings: thigh riding - orgasms, oral fixations, twisted dynamic (specifically between quaritch and reader, can't write that man nicely) nicknames [bunny, sweetheart, sweet girl, daddy] - whether reader is na'vi or human is up to your interpretation!-

ꕤ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

"Nice and wet already, huh, bunny?" Quaritch says from above you, your pretty cheeks flushing over with warmth as his hands come down to grasp your hips.

He is huge. Frighteningly so. Your heart hammers in your chest, your eyelashes batting rapidly, your hands frantically holding onto his shirt. It feels wrong - so, so wrong to be naked atop of him, especially when he's fully dressed. You're so bothered - so embarrassed that you actually look like you're going to cry, your big doe-eyes glistening with tears.

"You gonna cry, bunny? You gonna cry when you cum all over daddy's pants?" His tone drips with mockery, and he has the audacity to laugh at you when you breathe out shakily, your hands trembling as you grip tighter onto his shirt.

“Please stop,” you whimper as he grinds your hips for you roughly, his cargo pants stimulating your clit shamefully. “It - it feels weird,”

"It feels good and you don't like it," Quaritch interrupts plainly, his fingers toying with your lips, letting out a quiet hiss as your mouth instinctively wraps around them to suck. "That's my girl. My little bouncy bunny, bouncing up and down her daddy's thighs. Feel's good, doesn't it?"

Shamefully humming in agreement, you dip your head slightly, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers, sucking carefully. Perhaps it's because there's so much of him that you can't hold back. The folds of his cargo pants press against you harshly, the fabric stimulating your clit, and you pathetically whine against him.

Quaritch smirks, leaning back slightly to take you all in. He presses his fingers against your tongue, satisfied with just how well you're taking him - how you're grinding against him despite the shame and guilt that comes with it. "Come undone all over my pants, bunny. I want the world to see what a dirty little slut you are."

As you gasp against him, your little hips desperately rutting on his thighs, squirting all over him like you have no shame, he lets out a gentle hiss, ears pinning backward instinctively. You're going to do this all over again until you're an even more crying, weeping mess on his thighs.

ꕤ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

Thick thighs; strong thighs. Once weak and small, foreign to the strength needed to run on forest floors and mountain land, now tough and powerful. It's hard to drag your eyes away from your mate, as he kneads moisture into his legs to soothe the ache from adapting to a newer climate: the ocean.

"You starin' at me, sweetheart?" Jake's voice is cool and calming, his eyes not leaving his thighs as he addresses you.

Ears pinning backward, a slight flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. "I like what I see," you answer honestly, and your mate chuckles to himself, rubbing the moisturizer into his thighs in hard, circular motions.

He hisses. "You are doing it wrong, ma Jake. Gentle, gentle, here, let me help you." You take the pot of moisture away from him, silently clambering onto his lap, your chest growing tight as you softly begin to knead his thighs.

Jake stares at you. It is intense and piercing, and he grumbles as your fingers dully brush against his crotch as you rub his thighs. They are big and muscular - flexing every time you roll your thumbs against a particularly tight knot, and you find yourself dreaming about what you could do with them. How good they could make you feel.

"You okay, sweetheart? Seem to be dozin' off slightly." Jake's hand slither into your hair and you mewl quietly, your nose brushing against one of his thighs. You pepper a soft kiss to it, and he hums. "I think I know what you want."

"Do you?"

"Mmm. Sit on my lap for me, sweet girl, that's right - uh-huh, perfect."

It's a strange feeling at first. Jake's thighs are lotioned up, soft and glistening, and you find your body slipping subconsciously down his thighs. Your bottom half is almost bare against him, and you stifle an obnoxious moan as he steadies your hips so you don't slip anymore. The friction feels amazing, and you pout at his steadying, wiggling your hips side by side softly.

You hope he doesn't notice, but Jake isn't stupid. He grins to himself as he softly begins to roll your hips up and down, pressing you hard against his thighs. Your arms wrap around him instinctively, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your senses overstimulated with his scent and the feeling of his strong thighs flexing under your cunt.

"Let's see how good I can make you feel, huh, sweet girl?"

ꕤ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈

"Make yourself feel good, my flower. Do not worry about me."

Tonowari's big, strong arms are wrapped around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck, breathing in your scent. It is new to him, all of this - feeling so devoted and prideful. Your womb blooms with life, and he is afraid to hurt you. The birth of your first child will be soon, and he does not want to risk any consequences.

He's heard enough horror stories to know otherwise. Tonowari grunts as you shuffle against him, your loincloth abandoned on the hut floor. There is no light but that of candlelight, burning low, and he can just make out your lewd and illicit features. His bare thighs flex as you comfortably plant yourself against him, thighs spread either side of his eagerly, your womb swollen with life.

It makes his cock throb eagerly when he hears you moan - when he feels your slick press against his thigh, when you begin to grind atop of him. It's painful - so incredibly painful to watch his mate come undone with no help, but he cannot do anything.

He must watch.

Your body trembles against him softly, your voice wavering as you moan, "oh, Tonowari, your thighs are so strong. They are like that of a great warrior. You manage to please me in every sector of life."

Like clockwork, he tenses again, eager to please. Tonowari peppers soft kisses against your face, basking in the salty taste of water and sweat as you begin to rut against him in a desperate frenzy of heat. "My flower, do not wilt yourself out. I want you to bloom."

"I'm blooming, Tonowari - oh Ewya - I'm so close," your voice wavers a your cunt slicks against his thighs, comfortable as he flexes beneath you, urging him to bounce his leg softly. And he does - of course he does because all Tonowari ever wants to do is please you, so he looks away, a dark blue blush rising on his cheeks like the dawn, and bounces his legs.

It is enough for you. If Tonowari let you, you would worship his thighs - pepper gentle kisses to them, devote yourself to them - but he won't. So this is what you settle for, an orgasm that drowns you, which has your mate holding you up as you cream all over his legs, body convulsing atop of him.

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Ma Miles - Ch. 14

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Hawnu had been absolutely incredible. His strength impressed you even though you already knew he was something special, even among his own species. On and off for the past two days, he had taken you across Pandora, leaving the reef villages and the horrors it had experienced behind. It was slow going, your distances short because Neteyam needed rest and for his wound to be changed. It gave him time to rest his tired wings, to sleep peacefully while you watched over him. In those moments, when Neteyam was fed, his wounds cleaned and redressed, and the young man deep in sleep, you took the opportunity to pamper Hawnu, giving him the attention you hadn’t been able to give him before now.

When Neteyam awoke once more, you would continue until the next time he needed rest. The boy would never let you know when that was, so obviously used to hiding his pain from others. It broke your heart as well as made you angry. You had known that as the eldest of the Olo’eyktan, the firstborn son to Toruk Makto, he was expected to be strong. In a way, he reminded you a lot about Tsu’tey and the way the previous Olo’eyktan seemed to have the whole of Pandora resting on his shoulders. Like Tsu’tey, Neteyam was a good young man, and with each stop, he got better at letting you know when he was too tired.

By the time you’ve reached familiar ground, a few weeks have gone by. Neteyam’s wounds have improved immensely, the flesh already knitting together to create a good protective layer where new skin could grow. You hoped that Mo’at would be pleased by how her grandson had been treated, despite your lack of knowledge. Your stomach flips with excitement at getting to see your son again, at getting to hold him and breathe him in. It would be good to sleep in your own marui again after so many months. To have your son there, sleeping safe and soundly in his nest, made your chest constrict painfully.

The extra time you had gotten with him because of this was time you would treasure for as long as you lived. When everyday life got back to normal again, you knew it wouldn’t be long before Spider’s search for a suitable mate would start, not that you had any doubts about who that someone special would be. To Neytiri’s utter displeasure, the two had been inseparable since they were young babes. Smiling to yourself, hold Neteyam closer to your chest. You hoped that he would find the same happiness for himself one day.

“Neteyam,” You gently rustle the sleeping boy in your arms, chuckling gently when he groans and burrows back deeper into your hold before wincing at the motion. “Look,”

Before you, in the distance, you could spot the Ayram Alusìng, and within its floating mountains, High Camp - your home, your kelku - waited for you. You could hear the young man in front of you chuckle with happiness, his stomach extending and tightening beneath your hand as he relaxes. You can feel Hawnu through your bond, his own happiness at being home washing over you as you approach. The closer you get, the more sounds you can hear, the sounds of home, the sounds of the people - your people. Smiling to yourself, you gently guide Hawnu to land close to Mo’at’s marui, the scent of healing herbs greeting you as you call for the tsahìk.

“I see you, tsahìk,” You greet when the older woman emerges from her marui, her eyes wide as she sees Neteyam.

“I see you, Y/n,” Mo’at greets hastily before helping you with Neteyam.

“Neteyam, my boy, what has happened?” You try your best not to listen in on their conversation as you help him into the marui, easing him down on the weaved mat when Mo’at motions for him to lie down.

Stepping aside, you let the tsahìk fuss over her grandchild, huffing and tutting about the state he was in. It isn’t long before she starts praying to Eywa, thanking the Great Mother for saving his life, while she works. You meekly offer her the routine and healing herbs you used to help Neteyam when he directs the question to you. Mo’at huffs disapprovingly at your ignorance, at your lack of knowledge, but at the end of her rant, she reaches forward and tugs you down to your knees beside her. The tsahìk rests her forehead to yours, wise eyes staring at you while she lays a hand above her own and then your heart.

“Thank you, child,” She whispers and the sound is too raw to your ears, the tsahìk’s gratitude one from the bottom of her heart.

You don’t say anything in return. Unable to come up with anything meaningful when the older woman squeezes your shoulder before turning back to her first grandson. Feeling as if you intrude on the moment, you excuse yourself, promising to come back again soon. Exiting the marui, you breathe in the familiar air of your home. A joy unlike any fills you as you look out over high camp, seeing how the people flitter around with their daily tasks. Quickly, you let your feet take you to your kelku, the path one you could follow blind if you had to if it led you to your son. Pulling the flap open, however, you’re greeted by the still air of disuse. Your belongings still lay strews around the woven mat, just the way you left it all those months ago.

Spider had not been here…

Shaking your head, you huff a chuckle at your tired mind, grinning when the obvious explanation strikes you. Of course, Spider wouldn’t be in your shared kelku when you were still missing. The last they knew of you, would be what Spider could tell you - that you had been captured and left at the sky people’s new compound. You never made it in time to see Spider on Metkayina lands, so how could he have possibly known that you had escaped? No, the Olo’eyktan must have taken him with them to live in their kelku. With a silly smile on your face, you run along the connecting bridges until you reach their kelku. Bursting in with a bright smile on your face, you’re met with the confused face of Tarsem - adorned with the Olo’eyktan’s cloak.

“What are you doing, Tarsem?” The words are spoken so softly, you’re not sure he heard them. “Where is Toruk Makto?”

“Jake Sully and his family have left the Omatikaya. I do not know where they are,” Tarsem looks relieved to be able to reply to one of your questions before his face hardens and his shoulders square, “Toruk Makto gave the leadership to me before they left. For the safety of the people, he claimed, though the transfer felt anything but willing. Jake Sully was deeply troubled after your son was taken,”

“What are you talking about?” The words he’s saying don’t make any sense to you. Neytiri would have never allowed this, of that, you are certain. The Omatikaya was her home, her family’s home, the place she held dearest, and now…

“When you left to find your son, he soon decided to transfer leadership to me. As long as he was here, the sky people would come for the Omatikaya - the people would not be safe,” Tarsem is kind when he explains, but the words don’t bring you any comfort. If they were not here, then Spider was not here.

“Where is Spider?” You hear yourself ask and immediately, you know the answer when Tarsem’s face sinks into something of sadness.

“He is not here, Y/n. He has not been here since he was taken and neither has the sky people,” There’s no cruelty in Tarsem’s words, yet they sting painfully. “Did you not find him?”

“I did, but he was taken from me again. Neteyam told me that they found him,” You mumble, your mind already racing, desperately trying to put together a plan for what was to come next.

“Y/n… I’m afraid Neteyam is dead,” Tarsem offers gently, his ears pinned back against his skull as his tail curls close to his leg, sadness clinging to every fiber of the man.

“How do you know this?” You ask him, knowing that the Sullys had left just before you did, but if they had not been here…

“Jake Sully delivered a message on the sky people board that the dreamwalkers use. Normspellman came to me with Jake Sully inside of it and Toruk Makto told the tsahìk,” Tarsem offers generously, a sad smile on his face. “We welcomed him back to the Great Mother in celebration of his life not two weeks ago,”

“Neteyam yet lives, Tars- Olo’eyktan,” You correct yourself quickly, looking up at the young man before you. He flinches at the title, obviously still not used to it. “Hawnu found him still alive and I managed to keep him alive. He is with Mo’at right now,”

At the new information, Tarsem lights up, his ears perking forward, trained on you as his tail whips excitedly behind him. It brings warmth to your heart to know that he feels happiness at the news. He would be a great leader for the Omatikaya. You follow him in silence when he asks if it would be alright to go see Neteyam - you would not be the one to tell the new Olo’eyktan no. So instead, you walk behind him, watching as he speeds along the bridges until he reaches Mo’at’s marui. Announcing himself stiffly, he waits for the tsahìk to welcome him in before moving.

“Tsahìk,” Tarsem greets before turning to Neteyam, “Neteyam, I see you,”

“I see you, Olo’eyktan,” Neteyam replies, which makes Tarsem flinch.

“Please, you don’t have to call me that. The title belongs to your father and when he returns, it will be his once more,” Tarsem smiles and the genuineness in his words, and in his smile takes you by surprise.

“I don’t think that will happen, Sir,” Neteyam matches Tarsem’s smile, his gentleness smoothing the awkwardness away. “We have found uturu with a clan, learned a new way of life, and made new friends. I don’t think my father will return as long as the sky people are posing a threat to the people,”

Smiling sadly at Neteyam, the leader he would one day be shone so clearly through his young being. Trained from an early age, you wondered if he ever lived a moment just for himself or if ”duty” always found him before he could connect with the Great Mother’s beautiful world. You kept to the walls as they spoke, listening to their voices as Neteyam no doubt let Tarsem know what had happened. You listened to their hushed voices as they broached the subject of the demon and only then did you stand.

“Olo’eyktan, tsahìk - Neteyam… - I will leave when the sun rises tomorrow. I do not know when or if I will return,” You inform, your voice pinched, stressed out, even to your own ears.

“No,” Immediately, Neteyam sits up, his hand reaching out for you just before he winces, clutching his wound.

“Be careful, child,” You hiss at him, making Mo’at raise an eye at you. “I did not work so hard to keep you alive, only for you to waste my efforts by being clumsy,”

“I’m sorry,” Neteyam apologizes, his ears drooping as he looks down at his lap.

“Tt…” You huff at him before moving closer, “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No, I don’t think so?” Neteyam looks up at his grandmother waiting for her trained eye to judge. When she shakes her head, he looks up at you again, “You can’t leave,”

“I need to find my son, Neteyam. If Spider is not with your family, then he’s alone out there, fending for himself. I can’t allow that,” But before he opens his mouth to respond, you already know what he’s going to say, and so does Mo’at when she gasps.

“Then I’m coming with you,” It’s so final, his mannerism so much like his mother, yet…not.

“Neteyam, you are in no condition to make a journey like that again,” The tsahìk tells him, her face serious, but behind the mask, you can already see the gears turning, the woman looking back on years spent fighting her own daughter and her willfulness.

“Grandmother, Y/n stopped searching for Spider long enough to save my life, believing my words when I said he was with my family. I can’t just let her leave alone. Besides, I wanna go home,” The glittering in Neteyam’s eyes makes him look younger than he believes himself to be, reminding you all that the young man in front of you, was still very much a child.

“Alright, alright,” You whisper, leaning your forehead to touch his.

The wet huffed relief that leaves him as he presses his forehead to yours makes something shift inside of you. For a split second, you regret not having more children. Although you thank Eywa every day for bringing Spider to you, sometimes, you entertain the thought of seeing your beautiful son act as a big brother to small feet slapping against the woven mats in your kelku.

“I will not stop you, Neteyam,” Mo’at starts, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she takes his hand in hers, “But if you are to leave, she must learn how to dress your wounds correctly,”

“I will,” You accept, sighing deeply, as you nod your head at the tsahìk. It was going to be a long night apparently.

And true to your suspicions, you didn’t manage to crawl back into your nest before late. It felt weird to be back in your kelku. Spider had grown up inside of these walls, had grown taller against that pole, had lost the first of what was to a lot of teeth on your woven mats. This kelku held memories you would never be without, yet, you were leaving them behind. Perhaps for good. Gathering a few precious items you put them in a bag along with Spider’s baby blanket and the small box with milky white teeth you had saved for him. The custom apparently one from earth.

Laying your head down in your nest, you fell asleep before you even managed to register you had closed your eyes. But although sleep came easily, rest did not. In your dreams, sharp yellow eyes watched you from the shadows, pulling you back against a solid chest as a growl emerged from behind, seemingly to protect you. Of course, you would recognize those eyes anywhere, you could distinguish that voice from anyone, and the safety of being cocooned in his arms… Waking with a start, you breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath, a light sheen of sweat glistening on your skin.

Rolling over to your back, you look up at the ceiling. Deciding that it was time, you get up, looking around your kelku one last time before getting your bag, and closing the flap tightly behind you. You didn’t want to think about what would happen to it if you did not return, so instead, you just walked to the tsahìk’s marui, greeting a few of the warriors standing guard as you passed them on your way. Once there, however, you’re surprised to see Mo’at waiting for you.

“What troubles you, child?” The older woman doesn’t waste time, getting straight to the sore point as if she already knew.

“I worry for my son,” You reply, choosing which truth to speak.

“Spider is a capable young man and had he been born with a kuru, he would have been the mightiest warrior among the clan,” Mo’at offers forcefully, taking you completely by surprise.

You had always known about her daughter’s distaste for Spider, Neytiri unable to look past who his birth father had been, but along the way, you had just assumed that her view of Spider had been the norm among the people. To hear the tsahìk speak so highly of him, with such ferocity behind every word, solidified something inside you that you didn’t know you needed to hear. Maybe you hadn’t failed to parent a sky demon as badly as you felt you had after all?

“He is strong, Y/n. He is Omatikaya,” Mo’at continues and it brings tears to your eyes, “He might not be Toruk Makto, but he is a mighty son of Eywa,”

A tear slips down your face, rolling fat and heavy before dripping off of your jaw only to continue down your chest. It seems that once one had fallen, the others just kept coming until you were sobbing silently, wrapping your arms around yourself in a sorry attempt at comforting yourself. Thin, but strong arms gently wrap around you and then Mo’at is hugging you, comforting you in a way you haven’t been comforted since… The only other comfort you can remember besides your son is the demon’s strong arms shielding you from the world around you.

“You might not be ready to speak, but know this, child; Eywa is never wrong. She sent us Toruk Makto when the people were in great need, and she will send us someone else when she deeps it time again,” Mo’at whispers, shushing you gently when you stiffen in her arms, “You might not like it, but trust, my child and you will see,”

“Tsahìk,” Tarem greets from behind you, “Everything is ready,”

“Good,” Mo’at hums as she pulls away, her hands resting on your shoulders until you can collect yourself enough to meet her eyes. Once she’s pleased, she lets you go, turning back to enter her marui.

“We will give you food and water for your journey,” Tarem starts, a gentle smile on his face. “We have collected the herbs needed for Neteyam and clean wrappings,”

The young Olo’eyktan smiles at you, looking at the way you still collect yourself. There is nothing but pride shining in his eyes as he looks at you, nothing but respect, and for that, you knew that Jake Sully had been right in surrendering the mantle to Tarem.

“Thank you, Olo’eyktan,” You smile up at him, grateful for all the help you could get.

“You are strong, Y/n,” Tarem reaches forward to squeeze your shoulder, smiling proudly, “Eywa will be with you,”

Neteyam emerges wobbly, Mo’at quickly appearing at his back, hissing at him and how stubborn he is. Helping him over to where you landed Hawnu yesterday, you’re surprised to see Mo’at’s Ikran by his side, but before you’re able to ask, Neteyam attempts to climb Hawnu by himself. ImmediatelyMo’at hisses at him while Tarsem lifts him up. Hawnu screeches loudly, the commotion too loud in the early morning. Fastening your bag behind Hawnu’s gear, you gracefully swing your legs over Hawnu’s back, getting comfortable with Neteyam in front of you. It would be another long flight, but this time, one that would hopefully go faster than the last now that Neteyam had gotten the right herbs and help. When you look up, however, your eyes widen at the sight before you.

“What are you doing?” You ask the tsahìk as you watch her getting comfortable on her own Ikran.

“What does it look like, child?” The older woman snaps back and it’s only then that you notice the bags attached to her own Ikran. “I will join my family,”

Looking at Tarsem, you watch as he nods with a smile on his face. The two of them must have spent long hours conversing on the matter while you tried to sleep. It seemed that the only person not aware of this fact was you. Neteyam wouldn’t meet your eyes, Tarsem just smiled and Mo’at openly challenged you to say something, anything, about it. Sighing, you shrugged your shoulders. It didn’t matter to you as long as you reached your son, safe and sound.

“Well, alright then,” Immediately you freeze at what you just said. That wasn’t something you normally uttered, but rather, something the demon constantly said.

“We take breaks when Neteyam needs them. And he will tell us, isn’t that right?” you continue, trying to cover up your odd behavior.

“Yes, miss…” Neteyam groans, rolling his eyes, “You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”

“Lie to me again and I’ll make sure you never will,” You whisper into his ear, grinning when his ear flicks against your face. It doesn’t take long for the young man to snort as a satisfied grin crosses his lips once more.

“I see you,” You greet Tarsem as Hawnu spreads his wings, screeching loudly into the dewy morning mist.

“I see you, Y/n,” Tarsem smiles as he steps back, out of Hawnu’s way.

A look is shared between Mo’at and him and then, Mo’at is in the air too. Picking altitude, Hawnu soars through the air until you break above the skies, the warm morning sun greeting you as the last cold of the morning mist is left behind. There is only one path ahead of you now, and that is the Metkayina clan and your son. You will stop for nothing other than Neteyam needing his rest and when you reach the reefs once more, you will not let go of Spider until the last slivers of fear leave your heart again. Only then would you need to figure out what to do next, where to keep your family safe from the harm that seems to pop up behind every corner.

Sighing deeply, you closed your eyes for a few moments. It would be fine. The worst was behind you and now there was no one to stand in your way anymore.

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Is This Love?

Pairing: Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Fem Reader

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

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

"I’m coming over tonight."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know, but-"

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" You looked at him, confused.

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

You stared at Quaritch in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're hopeless, you know that?"

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

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

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

Fuck, he needed you now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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plzfeedmebread · 1 year

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What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 7

word count: 4611

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

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

<previous chapter> | 7 |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are the boys?”

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah. Rope.

He always did love restraints.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hums in agreement, and kisses your check.

“Yeah…me too.”

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

Your heart skips a beat at her urgency.

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

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

Ikran.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stand before your parents.

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

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

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

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

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

“[Y/N], I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sullys stick together,” Neteyam adds.

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

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

You couldn’t be happier.

End

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

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

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If daddy could see you now

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Vaginal sex, oral, verbal degradation, use of the word daddy (but no daddy kink, used to refer to actual dad), use of slut/whore, reader is Jake and Neytiri’s eldest daughter (19+!!)

Summary: If Jake Sully knew what his eldest daughter was up to with his enemy, the poor man might drop dead on the spot. Quaritch knows this, and boy does it get him going.

The forest is quiet, most of Pandora’s wildlife resting in a deep slumber. It was the only time of day that you could manage to slip away from your father’s watchful eye. “Just like that sweetheart.”

Miles purrs as your tongue runs down the length of his cock. Your big eyes are trained on his face, a purplish blush gracing your skin as he pets your hair. This was just what he needed after a long day. It had been hard to shake off his team, but having your mouth wrapped around his cock was more than worth the effort.

You prepare him well, wetting Miles’s length with your saliva before sucking at the leaking head. Even after all the practice you’ve had, taking him into your throat remains a struggle. The Colonel had not been tiny as a human, and he certainly was not as a Recom.

“Just a bit more,” he urges when your nose is almost pressed against his pubic bone.

You are so good for him right now, so obedient. A stark contrast from the way you act when his pants is up. Just like Jake you have a smart mouth, the wit you inherited from Neytiri only having worsened it. But at this moment, you are quiet, the luminescent dots sprinkled over your face glistening softly as you you service him. With a push, Miles forces you to take his full length into your mouth, groaning in ecstasy when he feels you choke on it.

He strokes your hair. “That’s it, choke on it. Look so fucking pretty like that.”

A tear pricks at your eye before you gather yourself, breathing in evenly and relaxing your throat. Miles watches you with a shit-eating smirk. Fuck, he loves this. He’s the only one who’s allowed to do this shit to you, any other man would get his eyes clawed out. For some reason his greatest enemy’s daughter had chosen him. You call it Eywa’s will, he calls it sick irony.

Your hands are pressed firmly against his muscular thighs as you suck his cock, head bobbing in a slow rhythm as you keep eye contact with him. Watching his face contort with pleasure and need has your own heat rising. You want to just jump on him already and take him inside your cunt, but it’s clear that he intends to enjoy your mouth first.

You had waited two days to see Miles, your father seemingly growing more suspicious about your behavior by the day. This little affair of yours had been going on for almost a month now, you and Miles only growing bolder and more eager. It was only a matter of time before you got caught really.

Miles’s grip in your hair tightens as he makes you suck him faster, hips bucking wildly against your face. The taste of his precum on your tongue riles you up even more and you feel your own need start to wet the inside of your thighs. Na’vi clothing does little more than cover your modesty, and the small piece of fabric covering your core is standing no chance. You groan on Miles’s cock to catch his attention, needy eyes begging him to help you out. He merely tuts at your impatience.

“Touch yourself if you’re feeling so needy,” he tells you cruelly and lightly slaps your right cheek.

You glare, but obey nonetheless. One hand snakes down to slip into your underwear, quickly seeking out your swollen clit. Every moan that comes forth from you touching yourself causes Miles even more pleasure. Your throat vibrates and clenches and the way you suck at his length becomes more desperate by the second. Though he wants this to last forever, he feels that he’s getting close, cursing under his breath.

He’s only one tongue stroke away from cumming when an Ikran cries out above you, startling you and making you pull away from him with force. You fall onto the ground as you stare up at the night sky with wide, scared eyes, Miles too busy cursing and groaning in frustration to even realize why you stopped.

“Edging me, are you? I’ll make you pay for that,” he growls, licking at his lips as he moves on top of you.

You press a finger to your mouth and give him a stern look. Only then does he take the time to listen and think. The Ikran cries out again, flying somewhere above the forest near you.

Miles smirks. “Afraid daddy has come looking for you?” He spreads your legs apart without a care in the world, forcing himself between them. “Afraid he’ll see what a little slut you are for me?”

The glare you give him this time is not as strong, faltering under the desire that his words bring forth. It’s wrong. You should not be with this man in the first place. Your mother is the one who killed his human form, your father his sworn enemy. Both Jake and Neytiri would never believe their eyes if they saw what was unfolding deep in the forest tonight.

Miles starts untying your loincloth and slips it off of your legs. “Be a good girl and spread yourself for me.”

You bare your teeth at him and hiss in defiance, your ears folding back.

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts and grabs onto your jaw. He keeps you still as he moves fully on top of you, his face close to yours. “None of that or I’ll stuff that pretty mouth of yours again. Make it useful.”

Your mouth closes, eyes still nervously glancing around. He knows you want this, can practically smell you from how aroused you are. Otherwise he would’ve already received a right kick in the gut too.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he purrs and your gaze slowly drifts his way. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? Gonna remind you of why you came here.”

You swallow away your anxiety and nod your head, rewarded by a needy kiss from Miles. His lips dance over yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, hot and eager. Everything is messy with him. Whether it’s eating, kissing, or fucking.

“Miles,” you whine against his mouth and wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to come closer.

One hand holds your face as the other moves to push up your woven top just enough so he can fondle your breasts, enjoying the way your nipples harden under his touch.

He pulls back slightly from the kiss. “Tell me what you want.”

You groan and attempt to continue kissing him, but he holds you back. His fingers pinch at your nipples just hard enough to make you yelp. “Tell me.”

Your tail impatiently sweeps across the ground next to you. “I want you.”

“You’ll need to be more specific, sweetheart,” he says, joined by another teasing pinch.

Shit. You are panting in excitement by this point, your cunt throbbing in need. It’s enough to make you swallow your pride. “I want your cock inside me, want it to stretch out my cunt. Please, sir.”

Oh, that sir does it.

“Dirty fucking slut,” Miles growls as he quickly lines himself up with your entrance, hand moving to hold onto your hips tightly, bracing himself.

He slides into you in one go, both of you mewling at the feeling. You feel so full of him, your pelvises flush against each other as he bottoms out. He takes a moment to take in the sight. The colorful shine of the plants around you reflect off of your skin beautifully as you arch your chest towards him, your lips slightly parted as you pant in anticipation. He grins to himself. He really did steal the Sullys jewel.

Miles almost completely pulls his cock out of you before slamming back in, making your toes curl in the grass and a cry of his name leave your lips. It’s been too long for him to be gentle, instantly setting a punishing pace. Your walls eagerly suck him in, your whole body giving way to his rough treatment. With every thrust he can hear your wet cunt squelching, making his ears twitch in excitement.

“So wet for me, I could hear your messy cunt from a mile away,” he grunts above you.

His words make your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You cannot seem to manage to be quieter though, both your cunt and your mouth making plenty of noises as Miles fucks into you. He’s almost hitting your deepest parts, and to help him out a bit, you hike up one of your legs further and pull him into you. The groan he lets out when his cock slips even deeper inside is borderline pornographic. Fuck, he refuses to believe that anything both he and his human-self had experienced had ever felt this good.

“Like it deep, don’t you? Such a desperate whore,” he teases and your cunt clenches around him in response. Egged on, he continues. “If you continue sucking me in like this, I’ll have to cum inside ya, and then your whole family will smell what you’ve been up to.”

You weakly shake your head but your heels continue to dig into his back, making his thrusts hit deep and hard. You and him have played this game before and every time it ended the same way. You had lost count of how many times you had already washed off his scent and cum before having to return home.

He chuckles the best he can through his own panting. “You don’t care, do you? If only your daddy could see you now. Screaming for his enemy’s cock, for his seed. Reduced to nothing more than a moaning bitch.”

His words have as much effect on him as they do on you, your body squirming desperately underneath his. He can already picture it in his head; you returning to Jake with his cum still dripping from your used cunt, staining that tiny loincloth of yours.

Without warning, Miles switches the position by grabbing onto your legs and forcing them over his shoulders, folding your body in half harshly. If his cock didn’t stretch you to your limits before, it certainly does now, the walls of your cunt clenching tightly around him. You scream out his name when he starts thrusting into you fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the forest. With every stroke of his cock you can feel that delightful pressure in your abdomen starting to build.

Miles can tell from the way your eyes roll back in your head that you are getting close, his own release not feeling far behind after that little bit of edging from earlier. The Ikran cries out above the both of you again, sounding closer, but this time you are too blissed out to notice. He almost hopes that it is Jake, for he cannot imagine a much worse revenge than having your daughter be fucked and degraded by your enemy.

“Tell me what you are,” he urges as he continues slamming into you.

It takes a moment for your brain to get what he means, but when you do, you weakly smile through your moans. “I’m your whore, Miles! Your desperate little slut who just wants to be fucked.”

“Needs to be fucked,” he corrects through gritted teeth and you quickly nod your head.

“Needs! Yes!”

You would say anything right now as long as he keeps going. You are so close now, your wetness staining both the insides of your thighs as well as his. “Please! I don’t care who sees. I’m yours! Please Miles, just don’t stop!”

He happily gives into your command, thrusting into you like a feral animal until you come undone with a scream. The way your walls spasm around his cock allows him only a few more strokes before his own orgasm follows, cumming deep inside you just as you had secretly hoped.

When both of your orgasms subside, he strokes the hair out of your face and kisses you tenderly, whispering about how well you did. He rolls the two of you over, laying you out on his chest and stuffing his length back inside you, enjoy your soft little mewls as you cuddle into him. Perhaps if you weren’t so tired from your long day and the intense fucking you just received, you would’ve noticed that the Ikran you heard earlier was in fact circling. Miles doesn’t say a word about it, grinning up at the sky when you doze off for a second.

“Ain’t that a bitch.”

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