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hyperfixatedfandomer · 1 year

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A rat’s nest

Summary: Quaritch gets tired of Spider’s inability to properly take care of his hair and decides to give them a proper wash. (Based on a quick idea I wrote a couple weeks ago)

There it was again, that horrible stench. It has only been three days but Spider’s hair smelled like he hasn’t given them a wash in years, which is strange because Quaritch made sure to tell him to shower regularly.

And yet, the boy was never truly clean and it began raising serious concern not only in Miles, but in all the recoms. They weren’t close to that feral kid but his hair looked suspiciously matted. Didn’t he have dreads since the ripe age of seven? Why was he so bad at taking care of them?

“Spider, get your ass in the shower right now.” colonel sounded more irritated than usual, which agitated the teen, “Can’t you tell you’re stinking up the place?”

Some kind of hurt in Spider’s eyes made Quaritch’s face soften ever so slightly, but he didn’t budge and so, his estranged son hissed and disappeared behind the bathroom doors. This time though, Miles stayed in the main room, waiting on a couch that faced the corridor and saw something was deeply wrong when Spider exited that place after only three minutes.

The stench was still present.

Did he seriously just stand under the shower for a couple minutes and call it a day? It was getting ridiculous.

“Woah woah woah you call that showering??” Miles got up from the couch and approached.

“Wh-what’s your goddamn problem?!” Spider snapped back with one of many new insults he learned while being held hostage for the past several weeks.

“My problem? This is about you, boy! You tryna collect the entire periodic table in there?” He pointed at the wet dreads accusingly. “Go back in there and give that rat’s nest a scrub. I don’t want to see you for at least a quarter, understood?”

Spider didn’t answer, only snarled in irritation before turning to the bathroom and releasing his anger on the doorway button, slamming it and forcing two steel doors close.

Quaritch rolled his eyes at his kid’s petty tantrum. Teenagers.

But then five minutes passed and colonel heard no noise come out of the washroom. Jesus, don’t tell me he’ll just fucking sit in there now, he thought, annoyed, lazily getting up from the couch and walking up to the bathroom once more. Why does he always feel the need to throw a hissy fit about taking basic care of himself?

“You alright in there, kid?” He knocked.

“FUCK OFF!” Had emerged from the other side.

Something in Spider’s voice sounded broken, and Miles’s initial anger slowly faded as concern found it’s way back into his stomach.

“I’m coming in!” He warned, and upon hearing no response, pressed the doorway button and went in.

Spider stood stock-still, very much dressed, and holding two bottles. One of them was hair conditioner and the other…

“What the hell do you need that for?” The blue man promptly grabbed a bottle out of Spider’s hand.

“To wash myself, duh?”

“With a tile cleaner?!” He turned the bottle, revealing an illustration of a bathroom tile and sink being scrubbed with a sponge. “Where’d you even get that?”

Spider’s cheeks turned pink from embarrassment and he pointed to the storage area under the sink. Quaritch stared at him for what felt like years before opening his mouth, closing it again, and only then finally finding words to speak.

“Spider….” He sighed deeply “That storage is for cleaning chemicals, as in chemicals for floors, windows, all that. You don’t use any of those on your skin or hair, got it?” He spoke calmly and clearly, wanting to hammer the point in.

“Right, yeah, of course.” Spider was trying to play it cool, like he knew it, just forgot, but Quaritch could clearly see his face growing progressively redder as his eyes averted to the floor.

“Y’know what? i’ll do it.”

Upon hearing that though, all color immediately drained from the boy’s body.

“Sit down, I’ll wash your hair and the rest you can do on your own.”

Some of the color came back, but Spider wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Are you kidding me?? I’m not five, I can do it on my own!” He stepped away from the man, offended.

“You can’t and we both know it.” The Na’vi plainly called out Spider’s bluff, taking off his black boots and cuffing his pants as well as the sleeves on his sweatshirt. “C’mere boy, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’ll only do it once to show you how, that’s it.”

After a long pause and hard consideration, Spider ultimately gave in and rolled his eyes, cautiously stepping forward and then sitting at the edge of the shower area, on a border that separated it from the rest of the room.

Quaritch proceeded to take a stool, grabbed one of the bottles off the shelf and then the shower head, turning it on and giving Spider’s dreads a good, long soak.

“Aren’t you gonna wash them?” The kid asked, growing impatient. He didn’t feel like being in Miles’s presence more than he absolutely needed to.

“Shush.” Was the only response he got.

Now, after that part was over Quaritch poured shampoo onto his palm and, facing a horrid mess in front of him, took a deep breath and began rubbing the liquid in, gently making his way to Spider’s scalp through the dirt and-is this a dried leaf??

“Jesus christ…” He mumbled.

“…It’s not that bad..” Spider responded defensively, but this time there was no response at all.

And then the boy flinched as he felt something touch his head directly “What the—“

“Relax kid it’s just me.” That did nothing to rid The teen of shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling, his eye slightly twitching.

“Are you trying to clean my skull??”

“The roots need to be clean or you’ll end up catching something nasty.” Miles explained “I’m surprised you haven’t already.” He muttered the second sentence, but Spider caught it nonetheless and was about to respond, when something else caught his attention.

Water that ran down the drain was brown, quite literally. More dirt than water-were those leaves?? The kid’s eyes widened in horror at the sight.

“Eywa..”

“Yeah, exactly.”

Upon properly rinsing the mop of hair after several minutes, Spider expected Quaritch to leave him to his duties but confusion painted his face when the Na’vi simply poured more shampoo and continued rubbing it in, turning boy’s head to face the wall. Shame formed an invisible lump in his throat once again when he saw that the water was still brown when Miles began rinsing for the second time but on the other hand, the process itself began feeling more and more relaxing.

Minutes went by, and the steady sound of warm water, as well as big hands washing away at his hair, began lulling Spider into a pleasant trance.

He leaned back into Quaritch’s hands, and allowed himself to doze off just a bit, a tiny smile spreading on his lips. The longer he sat there, the more his troubles seemed to fade away with the water. It felt nice to be taken care of once in a while, he admitted. Sue him.

A good twenty minutes passed as Quaritch too, had sort of fallen into a rhythm, massaging the boy’s scalp and humming old pop-songs that most people would not even remember. He was a boomer at heart, what could he do.

And in the end, it took about four rounds of shampoo and conditioner for the stench to release its grip on Spider’s dreads. Pleased with the results, Quaritch stood, surprising Spider.

“Alright, the worst is over. Now just take that washcloth and scrub this” he took another bottle off the shelf, liquid inside looking transparent and smelling like fruit. “On until your skin feels softer, got it?”

“Got it”

“Great, just don’t overdo it, kay? Take your time and for god’s sake take this thing off. There are clean clothes in that cabinet, next to the towels.” He pointed at teen’s loincloth and reluctantly, he nodded in agreement.

Sighing in relief, Quaritch nods and leaves the bathroom.

Oh shit, he thought, looking at his clothes. He got completely soaked and somehow didn’t even notice. He must have gotten too caught up in that moment of being able to take care of Spider without him hissing or pushing him away, and a small part of him, a small area in his black, unbeating heart sung at the newly-made memories.

There was a smile spreading on colonel’s face as he recalled Spider visibly giving up on being tough, relaxing into his touch and zoning out, letting down his walls for just a moment as his shoulders slumped.

He’d only ever see Spider like that when he was asleep but even then, his face would often contort into a frown because of nightmares. He had them quite often.

Miles began thinking.

At first, it made sense that the boy had no idea what a shampoo is. After all, he grew up in the forest, right?

But then the marine had recalled Spider mentioning being raised by scientists who used to work at hell’s gate.

And after that, he recalled that if Na’vi were anything, it’s clean. They had routines, knew how to wash themselves and he had yet to meet one that stank anywhere near as badly as his son. It was strange to say the least.

And then, he recalled other small details of Spider’s behaviour. The way he’d often, not just today, but always, ever so slightly ease into Miles’s touch despite claiming to hate him. The way he automatically assumed, on their first expedition together, that recoms brought no food or water for him, and would forage for it without complaint until Quaritch showed him that it was taken care of. The way he’d drink up whatever praise he got from his estranged father and the members of his squad, visibly shying away, despite trying very hard to hide it behind scoffs and eye-rolls.

But Colonel Quaritch had a sharp eye. No micro expression or glance escapes him, and so he kept all these behaviours in the back of his mind. Behaviours that didn’t seem too out of the ordinary on their own but put together, painted a frightening image.

It dawned on him, why he felt so concerned for the feral brat.

Spider was a textbook example of a neglected child.

A someone who only could depend on themselves. A someone who’s support system was either shaky or entirely nonexistent.

At that revelation, Quaritch stopped only a foot away from the doorway into his room, wet clothes now being the least of his concerns.

Spider said he was raised “more by a community than like, one or two people” as he put it, and now it fell into the puzzle.

Sullys were the closest thing he had to a family, there was no other reason for him to be this loyal to them, but it made no sense. Why would a loving family neglect a human kid? If anything he should have been the one smothered with affection since his inability to breathe made him practically disabled-

And then a second realisation hit him like an arrow to the heart, as it dropped.

Miles Socorro.

Why of course, how did he not realise it earlier? They ostracised him because of his name and blood, it was the only answer Quaritch could find.

But it felt so…incredibly petty. That kind of behaviour is something colonel would expect of middle schoolers, but not grown adults.

His blood began boiling. Running hot under his skin as he seethed and his breath hitched.

Petty, petty bastards. How could they abuse a child in such manner? For something he could not control? Spider was a goddamn angel; nothing like his old man, and yet they rejected him. Discarded him like he was damaged goods on arrival.

But even then he was desperate to crawl back to them, because they’re all he had. All he thought he had.

Miles’s head almost snapped when he turned 180 degrees to see his son exit the bathroom in comfy clothes, drying his dreads and wearing a big, glowing smile on his face. The smell was gone completely, now replaced with a sweet scent of plants and fruits and by god did Spider look adorable as he took in the feeling of being clean. His grin only widened when a small group of recoms entered the dormitory after their lunch break and, upon seeing Spider, practically drowned him in praise and complements.

“Well I’ll be damned, the ugly duckling finally turned into a swan~” cooed Z-dog, smirking as her tail flickered.

“Poor kid’ll have to chase the ladies away with a stick!” Lyle chuckled and ruffled Spider’s hair, golden locks soft to his touch.

Spider kept rolling his eyes, giggling and telling them to shut their asses up but his cheeks were practically on fire. It was the good kind of embarrassment though, he didn’t mind this weird, new feeling.

So there Quaritch stood, looking at his son from the other end of the corridor, remaining unnoticed by the crowd further down, and as he took in that precious smile, he made a promise.

He would kill Sully, would rip his spine out with his bare hands, will help terraform the planet.

But he’ll do it for him first and foremost. Because that’s exactly what Spider deserved.

He deserved the world.

Author’s note: I’ve spent days trying to finish this first proper drabble of mine so I hope y’all liked it 😭💅 plz tumblr algorithm don’t let this flop 🥺

If you got any questions, ideas or prompts on a avatar characters, let me know in the ask box!

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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Primal Needs

Pairing- Z-dog x reader x Quadritch

Summary- When the two toughest recoms set their sights on you, how are you supposed to say no?

Warnings- 3some, pussy eating, dirty talk, p in v, overstimulation lmk if I missed something

Z-dog and Quadritch sit across the cafeteria watching as you talk with Lyle, laughing at whatever joke he made. Z-dog's eyes trailed down seeing the peak of cleavage that showed biting her lip. Quadritch kicked her leg, "Stop staring at her." He said and all she did was scoff and side eye the man. "I can stare all I want at her." She hissed back at the man. And all he did was hum. His tongue clicked as you can towards them, passing them really. But as you passed your scent captured them, it was intoxicating a scent that they could only describe as mesmerizing, they wanted to dig there head into your neck as they fucked you hard, they wanted you, they wanted to do was make you theirs, and they would.

Dinner ended surprisingly fast, Z-dog and Quadritch had been watching you, waiting for you, dreaming of you, you had bewitched them and now they had to have you.

They watched as you entered your room and all they did was nod to each other and begin walking towards you. "Oh hey Colonel, hey Z." You say giving them a sweet smile. Oh that sweet smile, one of the many reasons you entered their minds and never left them was because you weren't as rough, as mean, as tough as the other marines sure when it came down to it you could protect yourself but they had this need to protect you from everything.

"Hey sweetheart." Z-dog teases and you can't help but have a growing blush spread across your face. In recent events you have noticed they've been more touchy, more flirty. But never in a million years would it cross your minds that they liked you. "Can we come? I have some important things we need to discuss." Quadritch said and your eyes widened, "Did I do anything wrong?" You quickly ask and they laugh which confuses you. "Nothing like that sweetheart, just some stuff." Z-dog replied and you shook your head slowly opening the door to your room. They step in first and you quickly behind them.

When you turned around their eyes were on you. "Luckily, I got the room that had the furniture." You joked grabbing two chairs and dragging them to the two. They sit down and you feel awkward being the only one up so you sit down immediately on your bed in front of them. "So what did you come to talk about." You asked crossing the bottoms of your legs.

"Yes, we have something to share with you." Quadritch begins and you bite the bottom of your lip in anticipation. "We share these feelings for you and we wanted to know if you shared these as well." He bluntly stated and you blinked a few times as the blush that had just gone down rose back to your cheeks and suddenly your body felt hot, they wanted you.

"Yes." You blurted.

You closed your eyes in cringe before you felt Z-dog's rough but slender hands caress your face. You open them and she has a smirk on her face before she brings you closer connecting her lips to yours. A firework exploded inside both of you as your hands grabbed a hold to her shoulders. She pulled away and you chased after her lips making her giggle. You whine needing more.

"Her lips taste good, better than I imagined." She says. The Colonel now had an obvious boner that was showing through his tight camo pants. He pulled you by your waist making you yelp as he helped you straddle his lap. His lips clash into your tongue sliding over your teeth. He pulled away and smiled at your flustered state and how you slightly gyrated your hips against his. "Needy little thing aren't ya'." He teased and you covered your face with your hands.

Catching your wrist he shook his head side to side. He flipped you over now back to his chest, you could feel his heartbeat, hear it was like heaven. Z-dog crawled in between your legs, her eyes were huge giving you a look that tells you you're fixing to be fucked stupid.

Her hands slide up your legs finding the sides to your shorts and pulling them down. The smell of your arousal sent her into a spiral, she moved your underwear to the side and admired your glistening with slick covered cunt. "Look how wet she is. All for us?" She teases and you turn your head away.

Quadritch held your chin and faced it towards Z-dog who had a menacing smile on her face. Then she went all in.

Her strong tongue dipped between your folds, savoring your flavor she laid long strips up and down your pussy. You squirm on Quadritch's lap trying to push your pussy on her tongue, but it was no use both of their strong hands held your hips in place. "Yeah that's right, watch her eat that cute little pussy up." Quadritch whispered filthy words in your ears only worsening the growing fever in your lower tummy.

Z-dog slithered her fingers from your hip to your aching entrance begging to be fucked. She dipped her fingers inside, your gummy walls accepting them with ease, you moaned and whined at the stretch of her fingers. "Fuck." You cry out as your thighs try clamping together as you cum. Vision blurs as you fucks you through your high. "Just like that, cumming like a good girl." She said curling her fingers inside you, making you cry out.

Sliding her fingers out she stood up tipping your chin up, you opened your mouth and she stuffs her fingers in your mouth.

While you licked your cum off of her fingers, Quadritch's pants became more and more restricting and you became even more irresistible as he saw how sweet you looked while having your pussy eaten. He lifted you slightly, pulling his pants to his knees. His rock hard cock spring out and you felt it on your leg, you still haven't recovered from your previous orgasm and you were still so sensitive.

Z takes her fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting with your lip. His tip grazes your clit and you whine. And then he slowly inserts himself inside of you, slowly inch by inch sliding his thick veiny cock inside of you. He was so big, and the stretch hurt so painfully good. You shake your head as his hands fiddle with your shirt pulling it up. Z-dog's pupils dilate even more as she sits on her knees playing with your boobs and then Quadritch lifts your hips slamming you back down, tip hitting your cervix just right.

He did it over and over again, and your babbled nonsense as he fucked you dumb. The feeling of Z's tongue on your tits leaving marks, Turing and playing with your nipples only added to the overstimulation. He picks your hips up once more but slams you down more harshly making you cry, a borderline scream as you try closing your thighs, but it is useless.

"You like that baby." He chuckles as he slams you down on his cock over and over again.

You couldn't speak, all that was on your mind was them, their mouths, their bodies, only them.

"Baby's to fucked dumb to speak." He teased as his hips reached to bring him to you. "That's okay she doesn't need to talk." Z said bringing her hand to your clit giving it rough circles. And the overcoming feeling came again as organic pulses were sent throughout your body. And as your tight warm walls squeezed and clenched around his cock he came painting it with his sticky warm seed, filling you to the brim.

He pulled from your pussy and they watched as his cum dripped from your pussy. Z cleaned you up as Quadritch brought you over to your bed both cuddling either side of you.

You laid there for a while as your hands trickled on Z-dog's thighs going up slowly. "Don't start something you can't finish sweetheart." She whispered as she pets your head. "What if I want to?" You ask tease laced in your voice. And now you were on your back, you were in for a long night.

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sweetkever · 1 year

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I forgot to post it here

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sunnybeewriting · 1 year

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peachy keen. Part Four

Hi guys!! I’m sorry for the wait! The next few chapters will be MASSIVE if I don’t split them up! And the plot is about to pick up for sure. Thank you all so, so much for all your encouragement and likes and comments, they make me so, so happy. And trust me things will spice up I promise 😈😈! 🥹 I love you guys, you are all the best!! Peachy Keen, Part Four 🍑✨

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“Ni-hona.”

The word coming from Quaritch's mouth is jumbled and slow as he struggles to pronounce it. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his hand waving in front of him in the correct gesture as he tries to speak.

“No, no, not ni-hona, nìhona.” You speak slowly, making sure to pronounce the syllables correctly. Your mouth twitches as you struggle not to smile. Really, it’s just ridiculous how charming this guy can be when he’s frustrated.

Quaritch’s scowl deepens as you correct him, but he begrudgingly repeats your speech pattern.

“Nìhona.”

You beam and clap your hands together twice in front of you, pride filling your chest. “Yes! It can be a little tricky to remember, but once you practice a little bit, you’ll be saying it in your sleep!”

Quaritch sits up straighter, and you definitely aren’t imagining the way his chest puffs out a little bit at your praise. His mouth quirks up slightly at the corners at your elated reaction.

“Honestly, I’m pretty surprised you got it so fast. I know it took me at least two weeks to learn what you learned in one week.” It isn't a lie. Quaritch had taken off with your lessons much faster than you could have ever expected, soaking up everything Na’vi related like an eager sponge. It was impressive, to say the least.

He snorts softly, crossing his massive arms over his chest. “What, you thought I wouldn’t be able to do it? This shit is easy as hell.”

This time you can’t help your giggle, and you aren’t imagining the way his golden eyes soften just a bit.

It’s a beautiful day as you sit across from one another in the courtyard, so close your knees almost brush together. The daylight is warm against your skin and dark hair, and it lights up Quaritch in front of you. It would be the perfect day if you could hear the sounds of insects and the breeze of trees around you, but the only thing you can hear is the constant cacophony of construction and hexbots at work in the distance. Even with that all that noise, there is almost nothing that could ruin your mood right now.

It's been two days since your conversation on the stairs, and you’d been so relieved when you’d met up the morning afterward and everything between you felt…surprisingly normal. You’d been worried that it would feel uncomfortable, or that something would have changed in how he interacted with you. To your relief, Quaritch had simply greeted you with his usual scowl before kicking your ass again.

You were just glad that your emotional moment with him hadn’t seemed to change anything.

You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply soaking in his presence. Your lesson time for the morning ended about fifteen minutes ago, but you just don’t want to leave yet. It seems Quaritch feels the same way, as he makes no move to get up. In fact, this is probably the longest time you’ve spent with him in silence.

It was nice to just be with someone, with no expectations or small talk.

Eventually, Quaritch shifts to stand, long legs pulling out from his seat on the floor to push himself up. You look up from your place on the ground to watch him rise, not even bothering to look away as he catches your gaze.

When he offers you a hand up, you grasp it without hesitation. He pulls you to your feet much more gently than in the past, and your hands linger together for a brief moment before you simultaneously let go.

That’s the one thing you've noticed that seems to have changed since the stairs. He's more gentle with his words and with his hits, less mean almost. He grabs things for you, and when you walk together he hovers a hand above the small of your back. He's almost hesitant to meet your eyes sometimes. It's a stark contrast to how he acted to you in the beginning, but you couldn't say you minded at all. In fact, his behavior now never failed to make your face burn and butterflies explode in your stomach.

“Well, Peach, this has been fun, but I got a meeting with my team in thirty. Those assholes are probably already loosin’ their minds waitin’. Jackasses can’t do shit without me.” He sneers, rolling his eyes derisively.

You snicker. Quaritch definitely has an ego, but from the way you’ve seen his team hang onto his every word and order, he probably isn’t too far off the mark with that statement.

Quaritch grins briefly at your laugh, sharp fangs peeking out slightly. Even though you have your own set of sharp teeth now, seeing his never fails to make your stomach jolt.

“Sounds about right, sir. Same time tomorrow?”

Quaritch falters so briefly that you wonder if you're imagining it. He opens his mouth slightly, as if to speak, before something flashes over his face and he closes it. His eyes move between yours and his tail flicks unsteadily behind him.

“Yeah, sweetheart. And make sure your scrawny ass isn’t late this time, alright? I don’t have all day to wait on you. I am actually important around here, you know.”

Your lips twitch, but you manage not to smile. You contort your face into something semi-serious, but your eyes and voice are clearly amused.

“Yes, sir!”

Quaritch rolls his eyes, his own mouth twitching. His long arm reaches across the distance between your bodies and he presses his hand briefly against the bare skin of your upper arm. The training you’ve been doing together has put some faint callouses on his hands, and they rub tenderly against your skin as he strokes a quick path. He does it quickly, as though it’s an action he doesn’t even realize he’s doing.

You’ve been in close proximity for months, training and talking and almost kissing, but your heart still races in your chest every time you touch. It’s embarrassing, really, the effect he has on you.

You gaze at each other for another long moment before he releases you and turns around.

You blow out a quiet breath as you watch him walk away and out of the yard, appreciating the view as you always do. At least this time you don’t have anything sharp in your hands. Just thinking about it makes your hand sting, even though the cut has long since healed.

You wander back to the Avatar sleeping center, taking your time and enjoying the light of the day. You certainly don't have much of anything to do once you are linked back into your human body.

Soon enough, though, you make it to the center. After you link back, you simply lay in the pod for a moment, staring up at the warm yellow lighting. You just can’t seem to get your body to move.

Eventually, you’re able to find the motivation to rise from your position and open the pod. You swing your legs over the side and sit there for another minute, blearily rubbing your fists against your eyes to clear them. Your mouth feels a little fuzzy and your head has begun to throb sharply at your temples, but all in all, you feel fairly energetic. It’s much better than you felt when you first began linking.

You stand on your feet, turning this way and that to stretch out your lethargic muscles. Your stomach begins to growl hungrily, so you drearily make your way to the doors of the center just as Miss Hall strides through.

Her red hair is in its usual severe bun, slicked back and not a hair out of place. Everything about her looks as it usually does, but it’s her quick pace and the pleased expression on her face that takes you off guard.

“Nice morning, isn’t it, Miss Hall? How’s it going with-” you pause when Miss Hall’s head jerks toward you and an uncharacteristically enthusiastic smile appears on her face. In the time you’ve known her, you’ve never seen such a happy look from her before. It’s enough to make you hesitate in the doorway, startled. When the smile doesn’t fade from her mouth, something clicks in your mind and realization floods your body.

Is it…?

Your heart leaps into your throat when she answers your unasked question by nodding her head.

Ohmygod it’s time!

You quickly cover the remaining distance from her in a few brief seconds so you can either clap her shoulder, pull her into a hug, or do a celebratory dance. You aren’t even sure. Just as you’re lifting your arms to apparently pull her into a hug, she coughs and shoves her arm in between your bodies for a handshake.

Oh, right. Woops.

You lower your arms and stay a few feet away, respecting her choice for less physical contact. That didn’t stop you from squeezing her hand and giving it ten pumps up and down though.

“They actually agreed to let us head out? All of us? How far do we-?”

“We are allowed a maximum distance of ten miles from the tree line of the Kill Zone-"

You squeal and clap your hands, interrupting her sentence, but you just can’t help it.

“But only ten miles, no more, do you understand?” She gives you a stern look as she speaks.

You nod your head franticly. Ten miles past the Kill Zone was so much further than you ever expected the RDA to allow your little group of newbies to head out on their first trip into the wilderness of Pandora. But you certainly weren’t fucking complaining! It's a dream come true, being able to travel that far so soon, and you are not going to ruin it.

You had spent the past two months developing the muscular tone and reflexes of your Avatar so you would be ready for the large amount of physical activity wandering around Pandora would require. Learning to fight from Quaritch of all people had undoubtedly helped in that goal; your Avatar had much better strength and speed now.

And you wonder if this is what Quaritch felt like all the time, fast and powerful, so much bigger and better than everyone around him. If so, it’s no wonder he’s kind of a bully; sometimes even you got a little cocky with your newfound physical prowess, and you aren’t even half the asshole Quaritch liked to be sometimes.

“Okay, okay, when do we leave?”

Tomorrow, tomorrow, say tomorrow!

“We’ll head out tomorrow morning, all five members of the second division.”

I might literally shit my pants right now.

Your mind races, your heart furiously pumping to keep up with all the exhilaration now surging through your blood and into your brain. You’re going to have to shower, have to pack, have to prepare the equipment that’ll come along, have to tell the group-

You gasp, lurching up from the chair you hadn't even realized you had drifted into, too consumed with your wild thoughts.

“I’ll go tell the group!” you almost shout, already halfway out the door before Miss Hall can even respond.

They’re going to be so excited!

If you had been bored to tears these last few months, Emma, James, Margot, and even David were all absolutely crazed by monotony at this point. With no Quaritch to lighten up their day, they’ve fallen into the same old routine of grey walls and mindlessly studying things they already reviewed years ago.

You race down the hallways. You bump into a few people but don't slow down to apologize properly, instead shouting a haphazard, “Sorry!” back at them as you continue on your way.

You turn a corner a few hallways from the break room too fast, and you crash face-first into the side of someone’s hard leg.

You bounce right off them, face throbbing angrily. You would have landed on your ass if a giant hand hadn’t shot out and grabbed your shoulder before you could fully tilt backward.

“Jesus Peach, where the hell you runnin’ off to so fast?”

You gasp lightly, lifting your wide eyes up, up, up until you meet Quaritch questioning golden ones.

You beam up at him, too buzzed to feel embarrassed about running into him like an excited toddler. He raises his eyebrow as he takes in your thrilled face, clearly curious as to what was tickling you. You're about to deliver the news when your eyes trail down his chest and you freeze.

There, against his green tank top and resting by his silver dog tags, is your pendant.

You stare at it, stunned. All thoughts of Pandora dissolve in your brain like mist. You barely refrain from gasping again.

While he had accepted your gift and hadn’t laughed straight in your face like you thought he might, you never actually believed he would wear something you had made, something so clearly sentimental.

Quaritch follows your startled eye line to his chest, blinking when he sees you gaping at the pendant. He raises his eyebrow questioningly again, scoffing while crossing his arms over his chest.

“What, Peach? You thought I wasn’t gonna wear it?” He sneers, looking almost defensive.

You stutter, mind struggling to catch up with everything that's happening. “W-Well, you just weren’t wearing it the past two days, sir. I just figured…”

He rolls his eyes derisively. “I needed to find a chain to put it on. Took me a few days.” He smirks at you. “Just couldn’t wait to see me wearin’ it, huh?”

You color a bit, lips thinning, but you refuse to rise to his teasing bait. You lean back and cross your own arms over your chest to match his stance. “No, sir, I’m just glad to see you liked it, that’s all.”

“Well, you made it, so. Anyway, what the hell has you running around here like your ass is on fire?"

Your eyes soften as your limbs practically melt into the floor at his words. He was wearing it just because you made it?

You clear your throat, attempting to move onto Pandora and not focus on his surprisingly tender words. Even as you do, the sweet feeling of affection for Quaritch doesn’t leave, instead nesting deep and gently into your heart and bones. “Uh, Amanda said our group is now cleared by the higher-ups for fieldwork. My group and I leave tomorrow morning.”

You snatch up Quaritch’s right hand resting by his side, the excitement of the news once again making its way through your veins and rejuvenating you. It takes both your hands to hold one of his, and even then they still look teeny tiny by his own massive one. You squeeze it as tightly as you can, which probably feels like nothing to him.

“Isn’t it amazing? We’ve been waiting months for this, not to mention the years we’ve been training and prepping, and I-” Your voice had been getting higher and higher as your excitement explodes like fireworks in your blood, and you drop his hand just as quickly as you had grabbed it to start clapping your hands together. You’re just about to start jumping up and down when Quaritch places an enormous hand on your shoulder to keep you still and interrupts you.

“You mean to tell me they already cleared your little group of pussycats for Pandora? Jesus, you think your team is really ready for that?” Despite his harsh words, the grip on your shoulder is gentle. He doesn’t look angry per se, more disbelieving and annoyed than anything.

Your childish excitement falters, your smile dropping a bit when you realize he has a point. You’ve struggled with remembering that Pandora isn’t a joke or something you can just waltz into half-cocked and hoping for the best. You were always too focused on the beautiful scientific possibilities, and you often forget just what Pandora really is; an unknown, hostile environment that will kill you if you let down your guard. Like Quaritch had said when you had first met him, Pandora would eat you alive if you weren’t careful.

You breathe in deeply, squaring your shoulders as your heart rate begins to calm. You’re still beyond thrilled about this, but Quaritch is right. This is not the time for you to slip off into your head like you usually do when you start overthinking things.

If you weren’t alert, focused, and mature about this, something awful could happen to you or to your friends, just because you were off galivanting around the forest. If someone you cared about got hurt because you were too distracted by pretty flowers, you would never forgive yourself. And with that thought in your head, you feel a spark of fear tighten your gut.

You swallow. “I - I know. But I really think that we’re ready for this, and it won’t be for more than a few hours-”

“I know you, Peach, and whether it’s for a minute or an hour, you like to get lost in that pretty lil’ head of yours and not pay attention.”

You wince, conceding. “I know, I know, but I will focus when I’m out there and I’ll do my job. This is what I came here for, what I’ve studied for. We’ll be in and out, just like that.”

You reach out hesitantly and slowly grab onto his hand once again. Your gentle touch seems to calm him a little bit, and his eyes lock onto yours. Your sure to any passerbys that your height difference must look extremely comical as you stand across from one another, but you don’t break eye contact to see if anyone’s looking.

“I’ll be okay, Quaritch. I promise I’ll pay attention and listen to every order. I’ll be back before you know it.”

The tension that had suddenly gripped him seems to flee him as quickly as it appeared. You’re about to relinquish your grip on his hand just as he tightens his gently. He squeezes your hand, clearly making sure to be careful with your fragile limb.

Something flashes across his face, gone before you can determine what it is. Determination, perhaps? Resolution? Whatever it is, you’re just glad he had pulled your head from your ass and given you the facts straight. If there was one thing you could rely on Quaritch to do, it was to give no bullshit.

“I’ll you in two days, Quaritch. I’ll be back before you know it!” You grin, trying to sound convincing. You’re not sure if it’s for him or for you.

You slowly let go of his hand again, giving it one last soft squeeze. You peer up at him as best you can at your height. Eventually, Quaritch nods once, a distant expression on his face. He takes a step back, putting some distance between you as he speaks.

“Guess I’ll see you soon, Peach.”

Your mouth twitches upward. “See you soon, sir.”

Quaritch nods one last time before he swiftly moves around you and continues on his path. You turn to watch him go, brows furrowed at his seemingly sullen mood.

It really won’t be that long, you reason. We’ll be able to continue our lessons soon, he won’t miss that much time.

You wander back toward the break room where you know your team will be, thoughts of Quaritch soon replaced by nervous excitement as you imagine your group's reaction to the news. As you step through the doors, you hear the tail end of an irritated discussion.

“ -alright, and I’m just saying that if they wanted to, they would totally have us moving in that direction - oh hey, girl!” Margot breaks off her sentence once she notices you standing in the doorway. Her face brightens up, grin spreading across her face. You don’t blame her; two months spent with just David and the lovebirds for company has made you a little crazy, too.

“I was just telling these three about how - ” Margot’s sentence cuts off as she takes a full look at your face. Her smile drops a bit, eyes flickering over your expression. You have no idea what you look like; probably nervous, delighted. It has to be a very strange look.

“What’s wrong, sugar? You look like you’re about to either pass out or dance, I can’t really tell. Why don’t you sit down-”

“We’ve been approved for Pandora.” Your words come out choked.

Everyone freezes, stunned. They gape at you from around the room. You’d all been expecting this, but it was one thing to wait for it and another thing entirely to have it happen. Just as you thought, your group is torn between the thrill of seeing Pandora in the flesh for the first time and the terror of being in a hostile environment.

The room sits in silence for a moment before Margot closes her mouth, swallows, and rasps, “When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow, Miss Hall said.” You struggle to speak. Your mouth is dry from both excitement and dread.

They sit there for another moment, wrapping their minds around the news. Margot is the first to stand. She smiles, clearly enthusiastic, but her mouth is tight.

“Well. I guess we need to get packed, huh?”

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When you make it back to your quarters that night, you spend at least two hours packing every single thing you think you might need in Pandora. You run around your room like a whirlwind, packing things into a bag and then unpacking them over and over again as you work yourself into a frenzy. Eventually, you send it off to be put in the center for when you link up. All the really important equipment is already in the Avatar center, but you still want to be prepared.

Your thoughts anxiously jump all over the place. Waiting for stressful situations has never been your strong suit.

You doze in and out of sleep restlessly, spending more time kicking off your covers and tossing and turning than you actually do resting. Blessedly, you’re able to grab a few hours of sleep once your mind stops running wild, but you know you’ll still be tired when your alarm clock goes off.

Once you wake up and the reality of the situation pumps energy through your veins, you get dressed and ready as fast as you can. Your fingers quiver slightly as you struggle to put on your tennis shoes.

You head down to the mess hall, squinting your eyes against the bright lights of the hallways. You snag a bagel and eat it as best you can, ignoring the way your stomach turns. By the time you eat it and make your way to the linking center, you’re practically sweating. Nerves are quickly making a complete mess of you.

Just as you enter through the doors, Margot leaps from her seat and hurtles her way toward you. You barely have time to open your arms before she’s crashing into you so hard that you take a step back, but you don’t hesitate even a second before wrapping your arms around her in turn.

You only hug her for less than five seconds, but by the time she releases her grip, you feel so, so much better. It feels like a sharp, heavy stone had been lifted off your chest and you can finally breathe. You hadn’t noticed how twisted your mood had turned, torn between excitement and fear.

“Hey, girl.” Margot speaks in a rare, quiet voice. She looks how you feel; tired, thrilled, stressed. Her hair is slightly mussed and her face is a little pale, but you can’t imagine you look any better.

“Hey, Margot.” You give her as best of an encouraging smile as you can, even though it feels more like a grimace. She returns the look, and together you walk toward the table where the rest of the group is waiting.

Poor Emma looks like she’s a second away from puking, and James sits by her, rubbing a hand soothingly against her back. David is in the corner of the room, muttering to himself almost frantically as he obsessively wipes his glasses clean against his shirt.

You grimace at their state, but you feel a little glad that you aren’t the only one apprehensive about this trip. It’d be more worrisome if they weren’t acting like this, really. The last thing anyone needs is someone acting cocky and causing trouble on your first outing.

You take a seat just as Miss Hall comes through the doors, professionally put together as always. She scans the room in one quick glance, and once she realizes the whole team is here, she says,

“Alright, team. Let’s get started.”

You make sure to focus on the quick reminders, what the primary mission of your group is, and the process of the investigation. Your mind begs you to think about the future and everything that could go wrong, but you stubbornly keep your attention on the present.

Three hours and many conversations later, it’s time to link up. You squeeze Margot’s hand one last time and share one last look before you shuffle over to the linking pod. It takes too many minutes to clear your frantic mind. Eventually, bright white and vibrant colors flash across your eyes, and then you’re waking up in the body of your Avatar.

You and the team get dressed in tense silence. Your clothes are different from the regular attire you wear around Bridgehead. Now you’re wearing dark green shorts and a beige crop top that is covered by a tan, long-sleeved open shirt made of thin fabric. Your long dark hair is pulled back and covered by a bandana. You wear shoes for once, sturdy boots and socks that will help you walk on the slick forest floor.

Most of the supplies for Pandora exploration stays in a separate part of the Avatar center, and for the first time since arriving on on this planet, you actually get to use it. Holotablets preloaded with specific data, vests, comm links, backpacks filled with equipment. Everything that could possibly be needed for exploration and data collection is here.

It’s a scientist’s wet dream.

You pack quickly, fussing and triple checking everything before it’s time to leave the center.

Your group makes its way across Bridgehead toward the utility aircraft section of the city. Your tail waves nervously behind you as you walk, and it almost hits a tiny passing military man as you wander too close into his personal space. He shouts at you, glaring, and you only spare him an apologetic glance and a squeaky shout of “Sorry!” before you keep walking. You don’t have time to do anything else.

The loud noise of people and machines does nothing to calm your nerves, and your sensitive ears frantically flick with the amount of deafening pandemonium that assaults your senses.

It doesn’t get any better as you walk. When you reach the launching pads, the shrieking of the SA-2 Samson aircraft makes you want to cover your ears and cower. You’re grimacing fiercely as you walk closer to the pad, and you can see the rest of your group doing the same. When you see it waiting, the nerves return full force. Your stomach turns and a cold sweat breaks out across your skin.

Don’t puke, don’t puke, Jesus Christ.

“Get on!” Miss Hall shouts as best she can over the howling. The other members go first, stepping up and into the large carrier. The whirring of the blades causes your hair to whip wildly over your face, blocking your view, and you try not trip on your feet as you pull yourself onto the craft after James. He turns around after he finds his footing again and gives you a hand up. Once you stand inside, you quickly take off your backpack and find a seat.

Miss Hall is the last one to climb in, hands full of the light, protective vests that are now required by the RDA. She hands them out to everyone and you grip yours tightly as you take it from her, knuckles white. You hold it your hands uncertaintly; you’d watched training videos on how to put the thing on and how to properly buckle it up, but now that you’re here your mind is going blank.

You shake your head in an effort to reorganize your thoughts, but the shrieking and the wind make it an almost impossible task. You sit up from your seat a bit to put the vest on over your shoulders.

Miss Hall finishes her conversation with the pilot and makes her way steadily over to your seats.

“Everyone ready?!” She shouts. Her eyes are a bright yellow, hair finally ruffled. She has a wide, encouraging smile on her face, and you distantly realize that this is the most genuine you’ve ever seen her.

She opens her grinning mouth to shout again before something seems to catch her attention. She looks out the open side of the carrier, eyebrows furrowing after a second. You follow her gaze, curious to see what made such an expression.

For a brief moment, you aren’t really sure if what you’re seeing is real.

Holy fucking shit! Is that Quaritch?!

Indeed, striding toward your aircraft, flanked by Z-Dog and Lopez, is Quaritch.

It feels as though someone has shocked you with a taser. You lurch up in your seat, gasping, eyes wide and mouth open as you stare at Quaritch’s intimidating form. Your heart thunders in your chest from both surprise and excitement.

Is he coming with us!?

The thought fills you with giddiness and you eagerly watch as he gets closer to the aircraft. As he nears you can see his hard and serious expression, as well as his new getup. He’s wearing dark green army vest covered in pockets, the thick straps resting against his broad shoulders. A black comm link that matches your own is around his throat. He holds a massive gun strapped across his chest next to his usual breathing mask. He walks like he owns Bridgehead, sneer firmly in place as he towers over even his team members. From this angle you can see his blue skin glowing in the daylight and his tail flicking irritably behind him.

You don’t realize you’re gawking at him until your mouth begins to dry. You snap it closed, suddenly breathless.

Soon enough, a large blue hand wraps around the opening to the carrier and Quaritch’s massive body lifts itself through. Your seat is right next to the large opening, so when Quaritch enters his shoulder brushes against the bare skin of your knees as he pulls himself up.

You're out of your seat before you realize it, hand reaching out to grab onto Quaritch’s massive bicep. He jerks a little bit when he realizes he’s being touched, glower firmly on his face when he turns to see who’s doing the touching. His expression settles when he realizes it’s you, face brightening as his sneer turns into a mocking smirk at your shocked face.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” You shout over the engine and wind, leaning close until your face is right next to his shoulder. You almost have to press your body to his so he can hear you. He leans down over you, putting his face close to yours as he shouts back. His golden eyes lock onto yours.

“What, Peach, you think I was going to let your scrawny ass get yourself killed out there!? God knows you wouldn’t last a second in Pandora without me watching your dumbass! What would everyone think if someone I was training died on their first time out?”

You beam at him, too happy to care about his slightly insulting words. “You have no idea how glad I am that you’re here!” You shout as loudly as you can.

He seems briefly surprised by your joy before his smirk turns cocky. “I bet you are, Peach!”

You scoff and daringly wack him lightly on the arm just as Z-Dog and Lopez pull themselves into the carrier. Z-Dog raises an eyebrow at Quaritch’s close position to you, her smirk growing mocking as she pops her bright pink bubblegum. Her expression schools itself into something more neutral when Quaritch turns to shout instructions at her, but you can still see the amusement in her eyes. Lopez remains silent beside her, hands holding his gun close to his chest. He nods when you make eye contact with him.

They turn to take a seat near your group, eyeing your team members distastefully. It seems like Quaritch wasn’t the only Recom member who dislikes scientists.

You grip Quaritch’s forearm and lead him toward the empty seat next to yours. You push your backpack off to the side to make room for your feet and take a seat. Quaritch places himself next to you, close enough that your thigh presses tightly against his. It makes your body buzz.

The whirring of the engine begins to scream even louder as it prepares to take off and you wince. Your hands bring themselves up until they’re pressed tightly against your ears. It only muffles the sound slightly.

Quaritch scowls when he sees you wince, golden eyes tightening around the corners and mouth thinning. He leans in close again to say something, and you tilt your head closer to hear. Your hair brushes against the bare skin of his arm.

“The loud noises will get better!” He shouts, nodding when you look at him. You nod back, immensely relieved to hear it.

He snorts when he sees your open vest. He rolls his eyes as he stands up from his seat to kneel in front of you, uncaring of the way the carrier shakes aggressively as it leaves the ground. His broad fingers swiftly begin to put the buckles and snaps in place, tugging here and there. As he gets lower, his hand brushes against the gentle flare of your hip, and you can’t help but shudder. Luckily, it's covered by the shuddering of the aircraft. You really didn’t need Quaritch to look any smugger than he already does.

You watch him tug your vest into place until everything sits perfectly, pretty mouth twisting as he works. He nods once he’s done, moving to sit back in his seat like he hadn’t just taken you completely by surprise. That does seem to be his thing, though.

You can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that Quaritch was actually here and coming with you on your first trip. All your worries seem to fade away as you realize what this means. If there is anyone whose capabilities you trusted, it's Quaritch. You’ve seen this guy fight before, and even then he barely broke a sweat. You also trusted that he would put in an effort to keep you safe, even if just to ‘save his image’ as he said. You almost roll your eyes.

The important thing is that you feel safe with Quaritch. Maybe that's stupid, maybe you’d end up regretting it. But for now, it's the only way you can feel. And with that feeling, hope and elation fully blossoms as you think about what you are about to accomplish with Quaritch by your side.

And really, what’s the worst that could happen?

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choclodox · 20 days

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any chance you can share some crumbs about Yuna? she's so cute 🥺

“Never before had the night felt so safe and warm.”⁣⁣⁣⁣

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Z-dog won’t know what hit her when she meets Yuna, Tsakarem of the Night Na’vi.⁣⁣

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⁣⁣I had some funny memes about these two, but I didn’t wanna mess with the mood. I guess I’ll just save those memes for another post.⁣⁣⁣⁣

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🌚 Quick Night Na’vi trivia: ⁣⁣⁣

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The Night Na’vi word for “sea” is also their word for “night”⁣⁣⁣

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#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar2 #alyara clan #night na’vi #nikea #yuna #z dog #recom zdinarsk

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motherhaella · 1 year

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What A Sight

Recom! Miles Quaritch x Recom! Female reader

Summary: The scientists said that Na'vi people get 'heat cycles' when they're in mating season. Now that Y/N is an Avatar, she becomes more sensitive than before. When she was pleasuring herself, Miles heard her and decided to check up on her.

TW: grammar error, minors DNI, 18+, dom! Quaritch, swearing, smut, fingering, masturbating, thigh riding, p in v, rough s3x, daddy kink, breeding kink, choking, milking.

Disc: this is my first time writing smut, I hope you like it

Y/N's POV

I can feel the rush of adrenaline inside of me. My heart is beating so fast, I'm very tense right now and I need to get out of this room. The team and I, along with the Colonel are currently having a meeting with the general. We are discussing a plan on how to find Jake Sully and his family. But right now, all I can think of is that I need to go to my quarters so I can be done with all of this shit. I can't help but squeeze my thighs together, waiting for the meeting to be over.

Author's POV

Miles was standing behind you, leaning against the wall while listening to what the general was saying. He couldn't help but noticed your discomfort, he approached you from behind and he lowered his head down right next to your ear, "The hell is goin' on with ya ?" He whispered.

You can't help but got more aroused because of his damn raspy voice, and his hot breath hitting your cheek. "It's nothing sir, I'm fine." you replied with an annoyed tone.

He let out a "tskk," laid his hand on your lower back- a little too low, "You better stop jumpin' on your seat like an anxious, needy animal, lieutenant." his face is so close to the side of your face, if you turned your head your nose would definitely touch his.

You didn't answer him this time, and decided to sit still. He moved to take a seat beside you and he put his hand on your thigh, "Yeah there's somethin' going on with you, doll... but you're not so good at sharing things, ain't ya ?" He chuckled lightly. You swat his hand away, lightly hissed at him. His veined hand on your thigh only worsened the situation you're in. Quaritch is not always this touchy with other people. But with you, oh does he love to tease & taunt you. Sometimes he'd snake his hand around your waist or when you're trying to shoot at something he will stood very close behind you, or even press himself against your back. "Eyes on the price, cupcake." He'd whisper to your ear with his raspy voice. But it's just a friendly remark, right?

You felt the pool between your legs, your arousal getting stronger every second and now you can only hope that he can't smell you.

Oh he knows what he's doing earlier. He wouldn't admit it to himself but he got a thing for you. You're one of the best soldier, very skilled at combat. Also, the way your hips and tail swayed when you walk, you wouldn't notice this but he always stares at you. You always wear a tight tank top and shorts because it is hot here in Pandora, and he loves your curves. He knew that it was wrong to think of you as more than co-workers. But he can't help it.

"All right, that's it for today. Colonel, I hope your team will be ready for the journey." Said the General. The meeting has ended. Quaritch nodded at her, you quickly stood after the General exited the room, and you headed towards your room.

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Miles was watching from behind, He knew what was happening. you fidgeting on your seat, sweating, your skin hot when he laid his hand on your thigh. It's mating season and not just her, but he, too, is in a super sensitive state. He can smell your sweet scent just from standing behind you. Watching you squirm when he gripped your thigh turned him on, he imagined the things he wanted to do to you. He's better than you at hiding his state, of course. 'Oh, just from the smell I can tell that it tastes & feels good,' He smirked at the thought.

After everyone went back to their rooms, he stayed outside a little longer, thinking about you. Specifically at what are you doing at the moment. It's getting late and he decided to get some sleep, when he walked passed your room all of the sudden he heard a strange noise coming from inside.

Miles' POV

"nngghh~ ahh... fuck..."

I heard it. And I know what she's doing. Shit, hearing her moan like that made me hard. I can't help but imagine how she moans my name. 'It's inappropriate, she's your co-worker.' My mind said. But it didn't stopped me from pressing my ear to her door. She was a moaning mess, and I can tell that she's about to cum. I really want to go inside and help her. Fuck, she's so hot I need to be inside her so badly. When I was pressing my ear against her door, it opened a little. 'Fuck, she didn't lock it,'. And right there on her bed, I can see her. Pants off, Legs spread. She's fingering herself with two fingers, while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She bucked her hips to the air while closing her eyes. 'What a sight.' I thought. I can feel my cock getting really hard. I was about to leave then I heard her unexpectedly moans, "Oh, daddy... oh, Miles~~ fuuckk, need ya so bad..."

Author's POV

He heard you. You whining his name while you cum. That's his last straw. He can't hold it anymore, he needed to fuck you. That is the most important thing on his mind right now. He's drenched in sweats, his muscles tense. He closed the door quietly, and waited a minute to knock harshly to it. After you put a pants on you opened the door, still breathing heavily. You're shocked when you saw him standing right in front of you, scared that he might heard you from earlier.

Y/N's POV

"Colonel Quaritch. wha- can I help you ?" I said with a stern tone, hiding my grogginess, my eyes not meeting his. I'm scared, feared that he heard me earlier. And fuck, I forgot to lock my door. It will be very awkward for us both if he saw or heard all that.

He didn't say anything but kept his eyes on me. He took a few steps towards me, made me back away and he shut the door, locking it. Then, it happened in a blink of an eye. He slammed my back against the wall, his hands gripping both my wrists above my head. His sudden movement caught me off guard, what the hell is he doing?

"Fucking let go of me!" I snapped at him, but he didn't budge. "What the hell is wro-" I was trying to talk him out of whatever he wanted to do to me but he cutt me off, "Shut your fucking mouth. I heard ya alright, and next time you should make sure that the door is locked and completely shut so no one can see you, Lieutenant." He spat at me.

I cursed myself, embarrassed that he heard AND saw me. I am too weak and overwhelmed to fight him back. His grip is very strong. The room became so hot, I can feel the tension in the air. Both of us like to playfully flirt and touch with one another, but right now it felt different. His scent is strong, his eyes wild and full of hunger. I have never seen him like this before, like an animal. "I didn't know that you're so desperate for me.. so.. needy. what, you want me to touch you? hmm.." His face is only a few inches away from mine now. I whined, I can feel myself getting wet again because of him. Of his presence in front of me. I shut my legs together but he forced it open with his knee. "Oh, don't act all shy now Sweetheart... not while a moment ago you were moaning my name while you touched yourself," he said with a seductive tone, with a menacing smile on his face.

Author's POV

At this point you're sitting on his thigh, your sensitive core rubs against his thigh. He can feel how wet you are, and that made him harder than before. You can feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. "Ride, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum just from riding my thigh." You obeyed him, You start to move your hips, grinding on his thigh, your clit brushed the fabric of his pants. You started to move faster, chasing your release. At a time like this, you don't have any self-respect for yourself.

Watching you ride his thigh made his cock twitched, His desire to fuck you is stronger than ever. He never thought that this could happen. And boy, he's very happy that he gets to do this in his new life.

He leaned his face to your ear, he darkly chuckled, "that's it.. just like that... Scream my name when you cum, baby." He then started to suck your neck, that made you moan loudly, and trails kisses down to your collarbone. He doesn't like the fact that you're still wearing your top. He ripped the top that you were wearing and tossed it to the side.

He groaned at the sight, your chest going up and down, your nipples hard. He leaned down and sucked your left nipple sloppily while one of his hand left your wrist and started to toy with your right boob, massaging it.

"So pretty.. so delicious, all just for me.." he hummed. "Nggh... I'm so close.. Oh god.." you move your hips faster, desperate to cum. You can feel the wetness trailing down your thighs. "Miles.. I- I'm gonna- oh Miles! Ahh~~" you cum undone beneath him, you feel your legs trembling and your knees weak. You moaned so loud that he had to silence you by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, but it felt really good.

You're still overwhelmed and breath not steady, but he couldn't wait any longer. He let go of your wrist then picked you up and laid your back to the bed. He removed his top then hurriedly unbuckled his belt, taking off his pants. He's completely naked now. You can see all of his muscles flexing. You can't help but to stare at his toned abs, his v-line, his slim waist... 'how can someone have such slutty looking waist?' You thought to yourself.

And his cock. It is so big you doubt that it would fit. His dick is long and hard, you can see the pre-cum on the pink tip. He noticed that you're looking and the worried look on your face, "don't worry sweetheart.. I'm sure you can take it," He climbed to the bed and hovering on top of you, "and if you can't, you still have to."

He teased your entrance with his finger, playing with your fold, feeling the wetness that he caused. You can't help but wrapped your tail around his arm, to feel him close. He can feel how you squirmed at his touch, "Enough with the teasing, daddy please..." you whined, arching your back lightly. He likes the fact that he's the one in control, likes to see you begged for him.

He slips his two long fingers into your wet cunt, making you gasp at the feeling. "Shh.. you gotta keep it quiet, honey. We don't want anyone to be suspicious, right?" He then thrusts into you in a fast pace, stretching your pussy. Since you have to be quiet, you can only gripped his bicep tightly and shut your eyes. Then you feel it again, the tightness in your stomach. Quaritch knows just by the way your walls clenched on his fingers, he stopped fingering you when you were about to cum. You whined and opened your eyes, looking at him with pleading eyes while he only smirked.

Frustrated, you tried to touch yourself but he tugged your tail and his other hand wrapped around your neck. "Daddy didn't say that you could touch yourself, baby. You can cum when I allow you to. If you wanna cum you'll have to be a good girl for daddy, yeah?"

You pouted and nodd, looking at him with glossy eyes. His patience is wearing thin, he moved his hand from your tail to rubb your ass and slapped it. "Use. Your. Words." He said each word by landing a smack on your ass. "Yes! Nghh... pleasee~~" you whimpered, unable to contain yourself. "You should address me properly and be specific, Princess." He landed another slap on your now red ass.

"Pleasee sir.. I need you to fuck me and make me cum... I want you to cum inside me, Miles!" You sobbed, and by the expression of his face, he seemed to be satisfied. He lined his thick, throbbing cock to your pussy, slowly entering. Both of you moaned at the feeling, you felt his tail wrapping around your thigh.

He's only halfway in your thight cunt when you whined again, "I- it's so big, daddy~~" you were trying to push him away when he gripped your waist and shoved all of him into you. You moaned, feeling the pain and the pleasure at the same time.

"Shit.. you're so tight, baby girl" he closed his eyes, feeling you in. He didn't let you adjust, he started fucking you in a fast pace, his hand still choking you and the other holding your leg to the side of his waist. It's mating season and his heat overcame his patience, he just wants to fuck you without mercy and breed you.

His breathing becomes heavy, ears going down and eyes rolling because of the pleasure, "Ohh fuuckk... you're mine now, baby. Shit- I'm lying to myself if I said that I haven't thought about fucking you, nghh~~ gonna breed ya good, babygirl.." he fucks you harder, his hand leaving your neck and pulled your waist to him so he can go deeper. The pleasure is too much for you, he's too deep inside of you, you're overwhelmed and you can feel your cunt clenched around him, about to cum.

He pounded into you mercilessly, hovering on top of you while your hands roamed on his back leaving scratches. "That's it, baby... good girl... takin' me so well..." he mumbled praises to your ear, you can only answer with loud moans and whines, the pleasure is too much. His hand found your throbbing clit, circling it in a slow pace. Your moans become louder than ever, he kissed you to suppress your moans while still drilling into your tight cunt. He then started to give little bites on your neck and whisper dirty things to your ear.

"Daddy please," you pleaded, you can't hold it much longer, not when he fucks you roughly like this. "Aww, you wanna cum, baby? You wanna milk me?" He mocked you, his thrusts getting faster and rougher. "F-ffuckk, Miles... ahh~~ I.. wanna.. yeah~" you stumbled with your words. His finger rubs your clit and he breathed, "Do it, baby.. I want you to scream my name while you cum on my cock," he said.

"M-miles~~ ahh fuck.. you fuck me soo good.." You let out a high pitched moan while you cum beneath him. He didn't slow his pace and this overstimulated you. "Fuck, baby... almost there.. fuck, I can't get enough of ya," he let out a few grunts and moaned when he cum his load inside you, filling your pussy with his seed.

Now that you can think much clearer, you realised that just had sex with the Colonel, your leader. You couldn't meet his eyes, you looked anywhere but him. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern written all over his face. You finally looked at Miles, "No, of course not. It's just... I wonder if- if this is just a one time thing" You softly said to him. He laughed at this, moving to the side and pulled you to his chest, holding you in. "What, you think I'm gonna let ya go ? Y/N, I missed my opportunity in my past life to be with you, I ain't missing it this time." You smiled and gave him a passionate kiss, that night both of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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