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fl3shm4id3n · 10 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ! ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, making out, groping, leg gridding, Oral (m receiving), Mouth fucking, cum in glass? nudity, using spit as lube.

A/N: Based on this art, I hope ya'll like it.

Masterlist

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.

Today is the mandatory check up. Ever since the now recoms had woken up, it was made mandatory that they get a check up once a month. Since this Project Phoenix was new and expensive, they wanted to make sure that the recoms were functioning alright. It was basically a physical, but instead of humans, it was avatars that needed to be checked up.

You were always stuck with checking up Walker and Zdinarsk's, they preferred to be checked by a female nurse instead of a male, they felt more comfortable that way. You had to check their blood pressure, breathing rate, pulse rate, temperature, height, and weight. Same with Head, eyes, ears, nose and throat. You also had to ask them questions like 'does something hurt?' 'has your head been hurting lightly?' 'why does your head hurt?' etc. Last thing that you needed was some kind of DNA sample. It could be whatever as long as it belong to them, this was to check to see if there was any kind of mutation or if they had caught some kind of sickness and so that it can be treated before hand. It only took about 30 minutes.

You had been done, you finished writing down the paper and was ready to be turned in. Then someone had come into your office, they had told you that if you could check up on one more recom and you were done. You had no issue, it was one more person, that was until you learned who it was. It was Miles Quaritch. The guy that you had been crushing on for the last few months that he had been alive. You were practically dying on the inside. But you had to remain professional. You had already agreed so you couldn't back down now.

Miles had walked into your office, you were getting your gloves on, noticing him. You took a deep breath and looked up at him. "Good afternoon Quaritch." You said politely. "Hello there sweetheart" he said with a cocky smirk, you felt yourself getting excited. You then gestures for him to sit down on the huge bench. You then moved close, getting on the small stool which allowed you to reach his height. "Let's get started then" you said.

Just like every other time, you checked, his hearing, eye sight, nose, ears, the usual stuff. The whole time you were close to just dying being this close to him. You could feel your legs shaking like Jell-O, it didn't help that you were feeling wet by the sigh of him. Every now and then you'd look into each other's eyes, which made you quickly look away, embarrassed. Luckily you were almost over.

"Okay, could you please remove your shirt?" you asked, making him tilt his head. "What for? Ya trying to see me shirtless sweetheart?" he asked, all cocky. 'Yes!' you thought. "It's so that I could check your spine, to see if it's fine." You said, Miles only chuckled. "Calm down, I'm just teasing" he said, removing his shirt, then he stood up from the bench. Then he bent down to touch his toes. You looked at his back, seen that his spine was alright, pretty straight. Besides looking at his spine, you couldn't help but look at his huge strong back. You felt your face heat up.

Miles then turned his head over, seen you staring at his back more. "Like what you see?" he teased, making you snap out of it. "I was just looking to make sure that everything is alright!" you blurted out, embarrassed that he caught you staring. You then moved over to where your clipboard was and wrote down his results. He then went back to sitting on the bench. Still shirtless. "Alright, everything is good, I just need a DNA sample and we're done." You said.

"Is that all?" Miles asked. You nodded. "What kind of sample?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Anything. It could be hair, saliva, blood, anything as long as it's yours." You explained. "I got an idea" he said "what is it?" you asked curiously. Miles then spread his legs, revealing his hard cock, through his pants. "You didn't think I'd notice? Your scent got strong the moment I stepped in here." He said, making you feel hot all of a sudden, he knew and there was no way in hiding it now.

Miles smirked, seen the look on your face. "I liked how you were all up on me, touching." He said. "I was o-only doing me-" you were cut off by him. "Don't be shy now, it's okay." He said comfortingly, as a way to get you calm down and feel less embarrassed. He reached over, taking your hand and brought you up to him. You now standing on the little stool, face to face. "Got to admit it, you have been making me have all these feelings sweetheart." He said, coming close to you face. He leaned in and whispered into your ears. "Every time I see you, I just went to bend you over on a flat surface and fuck you until you can't walk." He admitted, making you feel even wetter then you already were.

Then felt his huge hands run up and down your body, feeling all of you. His hands went down your waist and stopped on your ass, giving it a small squeeze. You let out a small hum, as he then leaned over and kissed your small cheek, sweetly. "You enjoying yourself sweetheart?" he asked, while also letting out a low growl in your ear. "Y-Yes.." you admitted, he then got a hold of your small hand and brought it up to where his hard length was.

"Feel~" he commanded, without hesitation, you began to move your hand slowly up and down his hard length. This made him moan next to your ear. You then gave his cock a light squeeze, making him slightly jump by the feeling of you squeezing him. "Fuck sweetheart!~" he growled animalistic, grabbing your small face with his large hand and smashed your lips together. Proceeded to a heated make out session. The kiss was messy and sloppy, teeth, lots of tongue and force was used. It made you even more excited.

You continued to kiss him desperately, trying to get every taste of his huge mouth with your small tongue. He then pulled away from you, both trying to catch your breath from the kiss, but before you could go back into kissing him, you were stopped by Miles. You let out a small whine of annoyance. "Hold your horses sweetheart" he said, making you look at him, your child was still held by his hand. "I need your help with a little something~" he purred with a grin. You looked down, seen his erect cock was sprung out free, the sight of his veiny and blue, huge monster cock made your mouth water. He was huge.

"You like that don't you?" he asked teasingly. You could only nod, lost by words. "It ain't going to suck it self sweetheart~" he said, before you could get on your knees. He stopped you again. "Come on sweetheart, let me have a peak of you, it's only fair" he said with a smirk. Did he want you to get naked? You felt a bit self-conscious, but you went for it. You began to remove your nurse uniform. You started off by removing your shirt, then your pants, and lastly your undergarments. You stood completely nude.

"That's more like it" he said, then he got you to get on your knees, in front of him. His cock was right in front of your face. "This your first time or something?" he asked while looking down at you. "N-no, it's just... been a while" you admitted, making Miles chuckle. "It's alright, I don't mind teaching you again." He said, then he loved his leg under between your legs, having you press your wet pussy against his cloth covered leg. Having you let out a soft moan. He grabbed onto your chin again, he then spat on his hand and stroked that hand on his cock. "Open wide sweetheart~" he said, as soon as your mouth opened wide, he gently shoved his cock into your mouth.

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling his cock stretch out your mouth. You could taste both his spit and precum on your tongue. Miles groaned at the feeling of your tight throat around his cock. You stayed still, feeling your eyes water and yourself gag by the feelin of his tip hitting the back of your throat. "Just breath through your nose" he said while getting a fist full of your hair. You taken a breath through your nose. "You alright?" he asked, seen that you were quiet. You nodded as you slowly open your eyes, seen how his yellow eyes were dilated widely and a purple blush on his face.

"Move your head up and down slowly, whenever you're ready sweet heart" he said, in a breathy tone. You took one final breath again and you began to move your head up and down. Miles gripped tightly onto your hair as you did so. You also couldn't help but grind onto his leg, slowly. You loved the feeling of your pussy rubbing onto his leg while his cock was in your mouth. Was this some kind of dream?

As you continued to move your head up and down his length, you began to make yourself drool, to lubricate his cock as you sucked onto him. "Fuck!~" Miles let out a loud moan, it echoed in the empty walls of the white room. He hasn't had this kind of pleasure in years, he'd often fuck onto his fist just thinking about you, but this time. It was real. He gripped onto your hair tightly and he pulled his saliva covered cock from your mouth, causing you to let out a small gasp and a cough. A string of saliva was connected to your lip and his twitching cock, you also had some drool running down your chin and naked chest. "You alright?" he asked, making you nod rapidly. "Yes!" you responded.

"Good, because we're not done yet" he said, without a warning, he shoved his cock back into your mouth. You couldn't help but gasp when he did so, then he proceeded to fuck onto your mouth, just like he'd fuck into his fist. You gripped tightly onto his pants while he continued to fuck your mouth. Every now and then you'd gag by the feeling of his tip hitting the back of her throat. You rolled your eyes back by the lovely feeling of his cock thrusting in your mouth. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" he asked all cocky as he watched your face change and also feeling how you'd press your wet coated pussy down on him.

Miles gripped onto your hair tightly, feeling his cock get wetter by your own saliva and he was really close to his release. "Fuck! You're my good girl, aren't you?" he growled while looking at you. Seen how your eyes continued to water and how more drool went down your chin, he also loved how you were chocking on his length. A few more thrusts then he finally had cummed in your mouth. You felt his salty white cum down your throat and some on your tongue. He then pulled away from your mouth, to get a good look at you.

He grabbed you by the chin and lifted it so that you can look at him. "Let me see, open that pretty mouth of your~" he purred, you followed orders and opened your mouth, showing him the remaining cum on your tongue. He then looked over and saw the small glass tube on the near by desk, he got an idea. With his long arms, he reached over and grabbed the tube, bringing it up to your parted lips. "Spit whatever's o your tongue in here" he ordered. You looked down, seen the tube close to your mouth, then you proceeded to spit out whatever cum that was mixed with your spit in the tube. "Good girl" he praised, leaning down to give your head a small kiss. Then he looked down at his leg, seen that you were still rubbing against him and he also felt the mess you had made on his pant leg. "Hm.. it's only fair that I return the favor, you were good to me after all" he said with a smirk, clearly he was done yet.

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byunpum · 1 year

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They caught us

Pairing: Neteyam x human reader

Tags: fluff, cuddling, teasing, crushes, playful biting, lots of kisses

Warning: light teasing, some smut 18+, the characters have 20's

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 | Part 4

It was a peaceful day at the camp in the mountains. You had been doing your daily task all day, helping Norm with various tests he had to do for his new investigations. You were also helping Jake with the new tracking maps that Norm had given him. Technology was not his thing, that's why he was always looking for his "favorite daughter-in-law", jake joked with that line. According to him, neteyam and you spent all their time together. Neytiri always tapped him on the arm or gave him a blank stare. You didn't have a bad relationship with Neytiri, she always trusted you. She never said anything when you and neteyam would go for a walk, spend time together, even if there were shows of affection between the two of you. It never bothered her, but when someone hinted that you and neteyam might be a couple, you could see her disapproving face.

You didn't get to see any of the boys during the day, you only knew that loak, spider and neteyam were out for a ride, because tuk told you about it. And since you had already finished all your homework, you decided to go to the lab, to see what you could do there, until it was time for dinner. You went in and noticed that there was no one there, norm and max had gone out to do god knows where. As there was no one there, you decided to go to your room. You could go to it, through a door that connected to the lab. It was a hallway, with doors and one of them was your room. You go in…and literally take off your clothes, leaving you with only an oversized shirt and a pair of panties. You lay face down on your bed, watching an old movie on the tablet that Norm had given you for your birthday.

An hour passed, you were so into the movie, until the door to your room opened. Neteyam's head popped in the door, he didn't want to make any noise. He saw that you were in bed and decided to come in. He had keys to your room, actually he was the only one who had them. And it was for good reasons, the first was that if something happened he could come to look for you, the second was because it was easier to meet you at night. He came in quietly, listening as you were singing softly, the song you heard in the movie. He moved in behind you and let himself fall down.

You screamed in fear and tried to turn around. But you calmed down when you heard his laughter. "What are you doing? Let go of me!!!" you complained as you tried to turn around. But it was almost impossible, neteyam was heavier than you and not to mention that he was twice your size. You swear he was more muscular. "mmm I don't want to, I want to stay here. On top of you mmm" says neteyam as he hugs you more and relaxes his body on top of yours. "come on, let me get comfortable…and I'll let you hug me all you want." You moan. He lifts up a little on his elbows, leaving a little space between you and him. You settle down so that you are on your back, he settles back on top of you. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his sides, just above his waist. "Mmm you smell good" says neteyam with his head buried in your neck. "I've been outside all day, I must not smell good" you speak, stroking her hair, and tracing your fingers through his queue. Making him purr. "oh no, honey…your smell is wonderful" you can feel, as he gives several wet kisses. As he gets closer, his hands were embracing you completely. You could feel him exploring your whole body.

Neteyam had become a little more needy in the last few months, and you knew it. He was touching you more than usual. If you were next to him, he would brush his hands over your hips. Or he would move closer to your neck so he could smell your scent. He would stare at you longer, and you could sense that his gaze was not at all innocent. "Nete… what's wrong with you?" you ask him with a little smile, placing your hands on the sides of his face, making him look up at you. Neteyam looks at you, to get close to your face and kiss you. "I love you" says Neteyam, between kisses. Some on your lips and others on your eyes. "I love you too" you laugh, his lips tickle you. Neteyam sits on the bed, and grabs the back of your thigh, to get more comfortable. "I want you…" Neteyam already had his hands down your shirt. " but… you said you didn't want to hurt me" your voice was cut off, as neteyam's fingers rubbed the sides of your stomach, while he kissed your neck. He was pressing himself harder against you. You reached back to kiss him again.

You started to lift your hips to try to find some friction, neteyam noticed this movement and started to imitate your movements. You moaned a little, it felt so good. Your shirt was already halfway down your body, and he was still placing sloppy kisses here and there. He lifted himself up on top of you, to get more comfortable. "Did you close the door?" you ask him, as you run your hands over his stomach. "Yes, yes" he spoke a bit excited, you glanced down at his loincloth and you could already see his growing erection. Neteyam looked at you, and gave you a cheeky grin. As he settled on top of you again. "Do I get another kiss?" asks Neteyam as he starts kissing you. You laugh into the kiss.

"Y/N has to be in his room" says norm, as he is escorted by jake and neytiri down the hallway on the way to your room. Jake had been having trouble with the maps and was looking for you to help him again. "this place is horrible," says neytiri walking next to jake. "there are worse places." norm laughs, as she guides him to your room.

The situation had already escalated, the only noise you could hear in the room was the moaning of both of them. Neteyam was already on his way to your panties, his hand stopped on the edge of them, playing a little. " you know… I hate this thing" he says as he continues kissing neck. " Well, if you want you can take it off" you flirt with him a little bit, pinking your nose against his. While neteyam trails under your panties, brushing his fingers on your little nub. You moan softly, stealing a kiss from him. "mmm don't tease me" you speak, not noticing your bedroom door opening.

You were so entertained between the two of you, you didn't notice the door open. Norm stood in front of Jake and Neytiri. The three of you were silent. No words came out of their mouths, they were in a state of shock. Neteyam was on top of you, your shirt was up, neteyam was kissing you, and they could see where neteyam's hand was. Jake's face changed and so did Norm's. "NETEYAM!!!" neytiri yelled. You two opened your eyes. And tried to get settled as fast as you could. "What's going on here?" neytiri shouted. "It's so obvious!!!" says Jake, making Neytiri look at him, and he changes his gaze. "Mom, I can explain," says Neteyam, sitting on your bed.

You didn't know what to say, you were adjusting your shirt. The situation in itself was embarrassing. "Why-why don't we just let them…. We'll be waiting for you in the lab," says Norm, pushing everyone out of your room. Neytiri was still screaming, while Jake dragged her with him. You two stood there, silent. Until neteyam started laughing.

"Your mother will murder me!!!" you say, and throw yourself backwards on your bed. Neteyam laughs, and lies down next to you. He moves, to bite your ear. "Hey …. are you calm because nothing is going to happen to you" you say. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you" says neteyam lying on top of you again. "Neteyam! They are waiting for us!!!" you moan, as you play along. "Then let them wait".

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lolita-lollipop · 1 year

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A green dress

MILES QUARITCH X READER

(Implied age gap, quaritch just being whipped, his team laughing at him for it)

The first time quaritch saw you, was at a banquet, held for hugh ranking military officials in their honor.

You were younger than most of the honored officials here, wearing a short little green dress, one that hugged your waist snugly, and little heels that did absolutely nothing other than exxentuate how much smaller you were than all the giant military men and women here. Not covered in tattoos, not almost 7 feet tall, not muscular like you worked out every day. It intrugued him, usually only the same type of people showed up to these events, people that were either required to go, or people that wanted to come to talk about themselves. You certainly werent at all like him.

You didnt seem like either of those people, you didnt necessarily look unhappy to be here, unlike those who were glued to their phones with a scowl, you were sitting with a pleasent smile, tucked in a corner of the room. But you also werent exactly social, it was obvious you knew nobody here, unlike those who were flaunting their medals and drinking like there was no tommorow, you just sat there in your little green dress and tiny heels, staring at the people around. On the occassion a man or a woman would try to get you to dance with them, but you would politely decline.

It confused him honestly, a pretty girl like you coming to an event like this, and not wanting to go home with someone. Even though quaritch was engaged in a conversation with his team, he couldnt peel his eyes off of you, couldnt stop trying to figure you out, figure out why you were. Figure out why he felt like he had to figure you out. It was so strange, he would try to come up and talk to you, puffing his chest out and standing up as tall as he could, but the second he would come even close, those eyes of yours, that dress, made him feel like a silly llittle schoolboy, and he would turn around.

How silly was that? Colonol miles quaritch, a man who had come back to earth for a few weeks for a series of parties in his honor , the guy who traveled space and invaded planets with a cold heart, the strongest fifty-something here was too shy to talk to a girl.

By the time he had finally mustered up the courage to go up to your table, your bag wasnt on the seat anymore, your chair was pushed in nice and neat, you had left before he even got the chance to say a word to you. The teasing from his team was endless. Lynel went as far as to call quaritch a little baby boy,

Lynel also happened to get punched in the face that night, by some coincidence.

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The next time he saw you, you were wearing the same exact little green dress, and the same exact little black heels, this time you had your hair tied back though, but you were just as beautiful as last time. You still acted the same, sitting alone fiddling with the napkin at your table, watching and listening to the people around, refusing the occasional request to dance. Still catching the complete attention of the one and only Miles Quaritch.

Except this time, he wasnt going to chicken out. The second he saw you, he completely walked away from lynel and his squad, they all wolf whistled and hooted as he made his way along. Doing the same thing as last time, puffing out his chest and flexing, appearing as strong as he could. Miles quaritch was an attractive man, and he no doubt knew it, but still, the thought of you looking at him and seeing a weak old man, that made him feel sick. He wouldnt let you think that. You couldn’t.

He pulled out the chair next to you, settling himself down, leaning back and spreading his legs, towering over you even as he sat down. You payed no acknowledgement, seemingly lost in your own train of thought, your hands fiddled with the napkin, folding and pulling at the threads. Your eyes were fixed on one of the walls in the bright room, wide, staring. It was honestly adorable, you were completely zoned out, completely oblivious.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at an event like this?” he spoke, placing his elbows on the table and setting a hand on top of the napkin, his words snapped you out of your trance. And you locked eyes with his, the colonels squad was hooting and screaming like madmen in the corner, he paid absolutely no attention to them. You stared at him for a moment, or more so stared up at him, pulling your hands away from the napkin, and unintentionally making his hand fall in your lap. Your dress was velvet, he hadnt realized.

“Hm?” you let out, staring at him with those eyes of yours. God you were so gorgeous, up close it was even better. And you looked even cuter with that confused look on your face, your voice was high pitched, laced with a little bit of that far away look you had just moments ago.

“I mean i would hate to assume, but you don't look like the type of crowd i would see here. Not many of us look like… you. “ he drawled in his southern accent, you tensed when he didnt make any move to take his hand out of your lap. Quaritch had to hold back the string of complements he wanted to give to you, not wanting to freak you out more, as you already looked like a deer in headlights.

“Oh- i-im not in the military. Im an intern- uh- in science. I’m just trying to get my masters right now- um. My boss wanted me to come in case he needed a ride home.” you spluttered, now understanding his question. Yes, quaritch scared you, being tall, wise, big, strong, heartless in a way that no man here was, obviously he was intimidating, especially since youd known how he felt about science. Safe to say colonel miles quaritch was not someone who went by the books. You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite. It wasnt your fault you could barely string out a sentence to the man, he was scary, even to some of the highest military officials. Let alone a little intern to a little company.

“A scientist huh? Whaddya study?” he finally retracted his hand, and you relaxed, only for him to give you a stare that pierced into the center of your heart, a gaze that confused you, made you feel strange. He let a smirk splay across his face, understanding what he was doing to you, all of his confidence came back to him when he saw the way you couldnt meet his gaze, instead looking down at your hands, and fiddling your thumbs.

“Oh- I work in software engineering- I help design technology that you guys use up there- like those masks.” You replied in a hushed tone, still staring down into your lap. He perked an eyebrow at you, still letting that smirk of his burn itself in your brain. The room around seemed to paying much more attention to the two of you than their own conversations, the only little scientist in the room having a conversation with miles quaritch.

“Well isnt that adorable? You must like it-” he continued in that teasing tone that very clearly made your cheeks heat up. You really couldnt tell if you wanted him to keep talking or if you wanted him to go away. It was decided for you though, when your boss, wearing a fitted black suit covered in medals and awards he won, placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed a little too hard for quaritches liking, you let out a squeak in suprise.

“Time to leave, im getting tired. Get up and take me home.” The short little man kept his hand on your shoulder, and stared at quaritch, who was scowling at him for interrupting him. Nobody did that, he was especially annoyed that it was when he was talking to you, in fact if it werent for you here he wouldve punched the guy in the face. The man paid no respect to you, ordering you around like a little servant, and you just let him, bless your heart, it made quaritch want to stab him more than hes ever wanted to stab anybody.

“Yes sir. Uhm- bye.” you finally met the giant mans eyes for a split second, a vulnerable, almost scared look laced throughout, it was obvious, the man with his hand on your shoulder scared you, and you couldnt do anything about it.

“Bye sweetheart, see ya next time” And with a threatening stare sent to your boss from quaritch, you picked up your little green handbag, and pushed in your chair, walking away at your bosses tail. Your little heels clicked against the floor, and quaritch watched as your green dress disappeared in the crowd of people.

Fuck.

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The last time quaritch saw you on earth, you were still wearing that same little green dress he had grown to look out for, yet again at another party, the final one he would be attending before returning to pandora. Except this time, he showed up early, and he wasnt letting you slip away, not like the other times.

Immediately upon seeing you, fiddling with the napkin again, a habit that he’d figured you’d picked up out of boredom, he took no time in walking away from lyle, cutting their conversation short, and pulling up a chair again, like last time. But he had a plan now, and he knew it wouldnt fail, it couldn’t.

“Theres my favorite software engineer. I don't think I introduced myself last time, it's Quaritch, Colonel Miles Quaritch.”

“Oh. Yeah, I know.” you softly spoke, placing the napkin down this time and actually meeting his gaze, you were short, and curt. You werent like this last time he spoke to you, you didnt give him a pleasant smile, You werent open and sweet like last time. You looked more like a scared child than a scientist with a phd. You had this look in your eyes, basically telling him to go away, like you would get in trouble if he didnt.

“Oh? I must be pretty popular for a girl like you to know about me. Got a reputation right?” he teased, letting that predator-like smile of his spread across his face, the man stared down at you waiting for you to reply. You just sat there, curling in upon yourself, trying to sink into the seat and disappear. He didnt know what was wrong, but you clearly were almost scared of speaking to him, and he didnt like it, not one bit.

“Uhm- sir. I’m not supposed to talk to you, please go away.” you looked back into your hands, further bending your posture, which only made you look smaller than you were, at least compared to how he saw you. THe more he looked at you, the more he noticed, That little green dress of yours was starting to wear down, the emerald green fading to grey, the shoulders stretching out slightly. Your words brought a frown across his already- naturally angry face.

“And why not?” Those words alone had your breath hitching, a sense of mild stress humming at the back of your brain, you could feel your bossses eyes on you.

“I-i don't know. My boss just told me not to.” You sent a glance to the fat man standing in a tight fitting black suit, the man was standing there, staring right back, a threatening glare set in his features. So thats what it was. Quaritch was already a violent man, being the one leading expiditions against the natives of pandora. And he certainly didnt think he could further his violence, but oh boy did he want to now.

“Well then, i’ll make this quick. I want you to work for me, cupcake.” He spoke, louder than the rest of the room, intentionally of course, he wasnt intending on making a scene at first. But now he wanted your boss to hear, he wanted your boss to know that he was the man you were leaving him for.

“Uh- what?” you barely spluttered out, eyes locked on your boss, or soon to be old boss. The thought alone of working for such a man scared you, sure, you didnt like your boss, not one bit, but he wasnt all bad, he sometimes let you go home for lunch, or if he didnt want his moring coffee he would let you have it. You didnt know colonel miles quaritch, yes, you knew of him, and what you knew of him wasnt good, he was cruel, killed so many, broken so much equipment. Payed no reguard for the world around him.

But.. he also seemed so nice. He asked you about your work, complimented you and what you did, called you pretty. So much nicer than your own boss had ever been. Would it really be all that bad? You already worked in a government job, but you were more of an assistant than a scientist, if you actually went to pandora you would be able to see so much more, do so much more. You could gain a title, an actual place.

“You wouldnt be an assistant anymore- and we sure got more science up there than youll ever see down here. Ill treat ya real nice, don't worry. So whaddya say?” he spoke, the country drawl behind his voice coming out, one that made you nervous. He placed a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him, you stayed silent, doing nothing but staring at him with those wide eyes of yours.

“Cmon, Ill pay you triple whatever he is, and all travel and housing is free. Ill even buy you a new little dress. “ His hand squeezed gently, and you couldnt help but think that the rumors about this man werent all true, he seemed so soft, so gentle. Not yelling at you, paying respect to your work, treating you like a person, not an object. Although the things he made you feel were strange, and confusing, what could be the worst that could happen.

Well, for starters, this could be a trick and you could die up there, or be abused, or working as a scientist for the military on another planet wouldnt turn out exactly how you wanted it to. You knew you should say no, say that you wanted to stay down here on earth, where it's safe, where it's quiet, where youre just an assistant, you knew you shouldnt, you knew you should say no, you knew that this was a bad idea. You HAD to say no, you have to.

“O-okay, Ill have to turn in my two weeks though- so i cant go very soon- and I have a cat so that might-”

“Don't worry darlin, ill get it all sorted out for you, just oack up all your pretty little things and ill do the rest.”

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Quaritches sqad had known what quaritch felt about you, since the first time hed seen you and his eyes didnt leave the little woman in the little green dress and little black heels, none of them wouldve ever assumed a soft girl like you, a scientist no less, to be his type. But still, there you were, shyly staring at the man. None of them had ever seen quaritch look like he did right now, look like he actually wanted something, like he had to work for it.

Oh my god he looked like a lost puppy.

They all cackled at the man, giggling like toddlers when he came back all red like a little schoolboy. The same man that yelled at them day and night folding for some little intern? Unheard of. They were beyond shocked when they saw you again, and yet again, their boss approached you, shock turned to laughter and more drinks soon, and by the end of the night, so many theories had been made on you.

Maybe you were the daughter of someone important

Maybe you were rich

Maybe quaritch liked younger women

Maybe you were just sweet

You certainly looked the type

No matter how hard they tried to find the exact reason quaritch liked a soft little thing like you, they couldn’t place it. It suprised them to no end when he told them how he was taking you out on a date the last day he was staying on earth. Him? Taking a girl out? Unheard of. What’s next, a pretty little picnic with butterflies and rainbows?

Nope.

Something even more shocking.

“Team, meet our newest addition, y/n. We’re gonna treat her real nice right? “ the man had a hand placed on your shoulder in a protective stance, daring any single one of them to say anything that would make you uncomfortable. The team connected eyes, holding back small snickers at how possessive the colonel was acting. He didn’t even seem to realize it either.

“Ehm- yes. Hi, I’m y/n” oh god- everything about you was just the exact opposite of quaritch, soft, timid, almost spacy. Lynel locked eyes with his boss for a few seconds, a mischievous smirk splayed across his face.

“Of course we will, after all that trouble little miles over here had to go through to get you- wouldn’t want to-“ he begun teasing, but was promptly met with a boot to the face. The team giggled at Lynel gargling under quaritch foot, but he payed no mind. Placing a hand around your waist and sending a glare back to the group, all who were smirking and smiling like he’d said something stupid, quaritch begun walking, you in tow.

“Now, let me show you your new room,

Cupcake”

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Please leave any comment at all on what you think, just seeing those comments makes me happy, and don’t think I don’t read each one individually.

The way I know quaritch is literally a mass murderer but I don’t even care- like I didn’t know I had these issues until I started having these issues.

Not requested, just noticed a lack of quaritch content that appealed to me ( aka not smut) and wanted to make it a reality. Stilll, thank you so much for reading!

Anyway, have a great day! Bye!

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🔗 — ᴛɪɴʏ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ᴅ ʏᴀ ꜱᴀʏ?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ : recom!miles quaritch ✘ fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 4.3k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ / ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : SMUT, no plot, Quaritch got a breeding kink, masturbation with an audience, teasing, vaginal sex, mentions of oral sex, choking? ( Quaritch receiving it, I am FERAL when it comes to those dog tags of his—) unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, explicit language

ᴛᴀɢꜱ : @aristocolourway

ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : Well… this is unexplainable, lol. One of my first times writing smut for Quaritch — for any big blue alien, lol🥲 Imma admit, I didn’t see him in this way at the beginning but the more I watched the movie, the more I realized he had no right being this FINE😭 anyways, im getting this out the way so I can continue with Neteyam’s series !!! Enjoy !!! <33

“Darlin’, jus’ move yer hand f’me. C’mon—” The rather swollen lower lip of Quaritch’s lolled once more between his teeth. The corners of his mouth had elevated into a smirk. One that brought a prominent twinkle to his gold hues, one that clashed with the silver around his neck, dog tags dangling across his chiseled pecs down to the planes of his stomach. Of course, the breathing mask was also dangling his neck, but it seemed to be long forgotten by the recom with every breath he stole from you.

Constricting was the word to describe his lengthy abdomen, for the way he restrained himself with his entire abnormal strength from plunging forward into your tiny entrance, and the assistance of the small facility’s dim lights and perspiration coating his azure tones sent another jolt down to your stomach.

“M-Miles, baby, it’s not gonna go in—”

A ‘tsk’ hissed from between his teeth, lips puckering in that feigning disappointing manner, and a deep exhale emerged from you. The pink flesh of your walls fluttered around the imperceptible even though Quaritch’s plump, softly glowing tip stroked at your entrance, your small hands applying the slightest of pressure to his lower stomach.

His head couldn’t help but tilt in wonder while a dimple showed between his brows. Really, he could just ignore your commentary, ignore the way the small length of your fingers pushed at his lower stomach in order to keep him from moving forward and use his much stronger force. But how could he ignore that cute panic striking your eyes? He couldn’t be that harsh with you.

So instead, the large expanse of his thumb reached to gently push your jaw up to look at him. “ ‘T’s always the same thing with you, cupcake. Sayin’ it won’t go in, and yet ev’ry time, it does.”

Another lustful glaze of honey spiraled over his irises, making their shade darker, sponging those now dilating pupils of his as he glanced down your bare body and disheveled attire. His stupidly large hands and sharp canines had torn it to pieces, until your breasts were liberated and your weeping hole clenched from the cool air.

Your round eyes couldn’t evict from analyzing every tiny detail of his breathtaking face; at the way those lines upon his forehead wrinkled with his stifled grunts, how his brow quirked as his golden gaze devoured your every curve, at how his smiling mouth was moistened with your essence and was a reminder to how mere seconds ago, that feline-like tongue of his was between your legs, deliriously assaulting your clit, that Cheshire Cat smile sprawled across his face as he looked up at your crumbled expression.

The luminous freckles across his cheeks and flat nose were shining even more with his sweat and your slick, and the ones trailing down the lean length of his body glittered and entranced you.

His features were sinister, lips curling over his teeth while the rest remained hard. “I won’t repeat myself, cupcake; move. Your. Hand.” His honed incisors found their spot below your jawline, finding the faint puncture they’d left minutes ago and enhanced the mark once more as they sank in.

That was when your jaw went slack, lips shaping a pretty ‘O’ while the smallness of your palms pressed over the nape of his damp neck, fingers winding over the curve of his head.

Quaritch inundated every one of your senses; his scent wavered your atmosphere, his ridiculously long frame lumbering and hiding your petite one from any other’s vision, the coolness of his dog tags grazing the sensitive flesh of your breasts and equally as biting as the way his canines did.

Heat liquified through your entire body, walls elongating beyond constructing capacity the second your cunt consumed him entirely. “F-fuck—”

Quaritch thrusted forward, half of his widthful cock disappearing between your legs, and the tiny bed below created a screeching creak from the act. A dribble of sweat shun between his brows as he grunted a low cuss word, teeth grinding together at the way your little cunt tightened around him. “ almos’ ‘ere, doll, almos’ ‘ere.” he crooned, thumb rising to stroke the damp locks over your temple, eliciting a muffled whimper from your throat.

Inhaling another sharp breath, glowing orbs peered into yours and with a small bob of your head, the other half of his shaft soon followed until his pelvis hovered over yours. All 10 plus inches stretching you out. Those eyes of his were blown out now as he stared down, being met with a subtle, so very subtle curve shadowing the flesh of your upper stomach — not only his eyes were abroad but so was that smirk of his as his hand went over the expanse of your belly, the outer shape of his cock, calloused fingertips grazing over the swollen flesh.

“Well, wouldja look at that beauty…ain’t it darlin’?”

Ever so lightly he pushed down, and when he did, whine after whine flew up your lungs. He didn’t dare to move though, not until you gave him the green signal that he could, giving you time to modify and gain control of your inhales and exhales.

Quaritch was no better though, not while he stroked the bulge within your lower abdomen, not while you tried pulling him even closer, sputtering out a low chuckle and jittered breath before raising his mask to take another deep and long inhale. “ ‘N here ya thought it wouldn’t go in—”

He was cut off by the way your dainty hand winded around the loose silver drooping across his chest, wrapping it tightly around each length of your fingers until inches away from the base of his throat. His eyes widened at the sight of yours; round, devoured with lust. “Fuck me, Quaritch.”

His rasped chuckle pulsated through your insides, and a low groan erupted past his mouth when you squeezed around him as the octave of his mocking laughter picked within the deepest parts of you. “Patience, darlin’. Don’t wanna ruin little you if ya don’t give both of us a minute—”

His voice faded amongst the thick air, words caught in his throat with every twist and wind his dog tags made, clinking faintly against the other as your knuckles were practically burying against the blue flesh of his throat, nearly leaving no passage for air to transmit through.

“Ruin me.”

“Well ain’t ya a pretty brat—”

You huffed, hands releasing his necklace and pushed him away. This caused Quaritch to stumble and lose his balance, knees digging into the delicate mattress and hoisting himself up as you slid away from him, tight cunt releasing him with a wet pop that made the both of you moan out loud. He was about to protest as to why you moved, why you turned away from him but all he could do was let his eyes follow the way you got on your knees, follow the way the pretty arch of your back descended down to the curve of your ass; so round, so fucking eye capturing and mouth watering that he has to restrain himself from craning forward to take a sharp bite.

You felt him watching, felt the way those amber irises flickered into specks that soon flowed through you, gathering and igniting down your body and between your thighs as they rubbed together to add friction to the burn. Reaching next to the bedside, you had to prop yourself on your forearms in order to grab what you desired, leaving your whole ass up in the air and in perfect display for the avatar.

Ears chirped high, tail lashing in anticipation the more you arched, abdomen pressed into the white sheets. His palm had slithered down his stomach, fingers wrapping themselves around his cock and tightening at the base when your adorable fingers reached back and parted the globes of your ass, parting them so fucking prettily until both your holes were calling out to him.

“Ruin me, Quaritch.”

“Well I’ll be damned…” Lithe and swift was his movement as he rose up, and even on his knees his large body still lurched over you when he scooted closer, not caring for the bed’s possible break and the sound of his palm meeting your ass blocked out the creaking. “Whatever occurred to ‘won’t go in’, huh?” He taunted you, yet you had felt him align himself once more, tip kissing your awaiting hole. He couldn’t help but slip in just an inch for the way you were drenched. Slick were your puffy lips, cascading down the inner angles of your thighs. Quaritch thought a little teasing never hurt anyone, so he was quick to slide out as soon as he slid in.

Desperate little thing you were, squirming and winding your hips back for his touch, the inhuman blaze of his body mingling with yours. You couldn’t help but whine at the way his fat tip did nothing more than graze along your pussy lips, teasing right over your clit.

It hurt , it ached terribly, the sexual frustration that consumed you. “Miles,” you muttered, the call of his name ending with a whine when a single digit of his — not enough to occupy the space of his cock but lengthy enough to stretch you completely out — swirled in, the pad rubbing over your adhesive, soft walls. “Somethin’ wrong, doll?”

His arrogant voice would’ve conflicted you if it weren’t for the way his accent thickened. He took pleasure in this, smug in the way your walls became one with his thick finger, watching the way you fell apart for him; wearily moaning, pussy drooling with no shame. Not a proper fuck yet and here you were, small silhouette disintegrating amongst his touch.

The very touch of his within you that soon turned into two fingers, slow at sliding in and out with the assistance of his dick.

“Quaritch. Enough with the games.”

Nothing but another chuckle huffed out, amused at the way you moved, already scheming and toy with your pretty pussy for as long as he wanted, and you caught onto this. Screw his damn schemes.

His mouth pursed in distaste at the way you perched forward and away from his shining tip. But all he could do was roll his broad shoulder back as he tried peering at what it was that you were doing, with his throbbing cock in his hold.

His head slightly inclined to the side as he watched something come into your hold. “Whacha got there, sweetheart?”

You disregarded his question and turned over, back beautifully curling against the bedsheets and legs bent to the air, parting as far as they would allow you to. Quaritch’s nose sharply inhaled, throat being greeted with every droplet of drool collecting in his mouth at the sight of you; the pillar of your throat exposing the blemished flesh there ( thanks to his truly), head tossed back with your face tilted to the ceiling yet eyes hidden beneath closed lids. The room’s small scale of space only lets the sounds of your breathing enter its atmosphere.

Until the hum of the vibrating device in your hands was featured. Quaritch’s attention was punctured to it, allured to the way you slowly brought it lower with each second.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were ya—”

Oh but he wasn’t. And you would. Quaritch — knelt on your bed that nearly met its breaking point — was disposed of all for a cruddy toy that’s mushed up against your clit.

“S-shit— oh!”

The merciless celerity muggled the liquid pouring from your cunt, seeping through every direction and Quaritch watched in awe at the way it all came into little crystalline spheres, trickling down and pooling into an entire puddle within the disheveled sheets.

This is what you wanted from him, what you needed from him; to give you the immense pleasure this silly toy was providing for you. Yet you had to admit it was enjoyable, the way Quaritch’s sharp gaze stayed fixated on your abused clit, a twitch of his eye giving you the satisfaction that he desired to be the one making you feel this good. He desired to be the one you crumbled apart for; the one that precious pussy got demolished to. But he knew forbearance was never an easy task for you, or better yet he should know this. You weren’t in it for his foolish games at the moment.

“Desperate little thing ya are, eh?”

A coherent rejoin spewed from your lips, no sense to your words whatsoever and this made him grin widely. The bed screeched once more, this time with Quaritch’s back flat against the wall but not before bringing the delicacy of his queue over his shoulder while one of his long arms extended out and lifted your body with lithe, placing you over his upper leg, and you could feel the hardness of his cock, pushing and rubbing against the length of your spine.

Your thighs were dangerously apart from one another thanks to the firm stretch of his large thigh, repelling you from pulling away from him as the pressure of the quivers into your pulsing bud augmented when his palm, forceful and large, enveloped your much smaller one and applied pressure there.

“M-Miles, baby, w-wai—”

His chuckle reverberated within your flesh, adding onto your helpless attempt to moan out a plea. “Nah, darlin’. If ye’re that desperate for it, lemme help ya out then.”

The pressure accelerating working your lower belly was beyond ferocious, and Quaritch knew this rather quickly. He knew this for the way his ears flitted at the sound of your jumbled heartbeat and pitch of your slurs, the way his free hand engulfed your entire hip as he tugged you closer, the way he picked up the intoxicating scent of you increasing, the way he had pushed you forward and plunged one, then two thick fingers deep into your cunt and you squeezed deliciously around them, pushing you close to the edge and into the pools of ecstasy.

The adaptedness of his finger pads covered and smoothed perfectly over the mushy parts of your walls. “ ‘Atta girl, that’s it—” His gravel-like voice grazed into your breathless and sharp exhales.

“I-I’m—Miles—”

An ignition flared in Quaritch’s core, with you so fucking pressed up against him, at the knowledge of you near in becoming undone all over his hand, just for him. The more his fingers thrusted in while the flat of his palm pushed the toy deeper, the more cum oozed out; sticky and translucent lot cohereting against his blue skin and a wide smirk morphed his features, waiting to get a taste.

“Ya near, cupcake?” You chin pushed into your chest, jaw quivering as the words whined out: “Uh-huh, I-I’m close—”

“Gonna make a bigger mess f’me?”

“Y-yes—” Quaritch withdrew his hand from applying pressure and led yours — still clutching the vibrator to your pulsing clit — just right above your lower belly, right near your pelvis area. This emitted an increase of the drizzle that was already scurrying around his fingers and absorbed into the bedsheets and his outstretched leg, until its splotching sounds had clashed with the octaves of your moans.

His hand was unrelenting though, still spurting in with the same merciless force he owned despite you already reaching your peak. “Q-Quaritch, oh my— shit!”

“I gotcha, sweetheart,” he purred into your ear, the pink of his nose nuzzling over the soft skin behind. “Let it out, c’mon, let it all out f’r me.”

The immense ecstasy you had felt slowly eased, bringing you down to Pandora’s surface. The pace of his fingers settled for a slow, sensual one and they jittered slightly within you when your damp cheek fell over his flexing forearm. “That was nice,” you breathed out, peering back at him with that lovely grin of yours that he too returned.

He pulled his digits out, groaning lowly at the squelching sound your cunt created when he did. Though they were quick to latch onto the flesh of your thighs, lifting you in the air until you were pressed down against and facing him. Those supple lips of yours parted in astonishment at the way his damn dick tumescences, cushioned tip shining with the opalescent glow of his precum, sprinkled with the twinkle of his star like freckles. It was unfair how pretty it was, how pretty his entire existence was. And Quaritch knew this, his mind had grown into this form, and he knew the way it affected you by the way he grinned with pride when your lower lip protruded.

“You’d be doing us a pleasure in givin’ us a turn, sweetheart.” With a tap of his tip on your tummy, both of your hands reached behind to support your weight on his thighs as you lifted yourself up for it to bury itself in you without any trouble, your cum functioning as lubricant as you settled down halfway down.

Your whimpered “yes” was all he needed to proceed, and the length of fingers wounded over your hip, practically splaying across your back while his thumb pressed below your belly button as he slowly pushed you much further down, watching as his cock awaited filled you, twitching to deeply fill your womb with his cum.

He didn’t mind the idea, he was actually curious to see a Tiny Miles Quaritch or… what would be a good way to name the girl? — if the little plum came out blue and chubby or the peach came out neutral and gorgeous like their mama, running around, wanting to test the waters in getting you round and swollen while carrying his inhuman DNA more than one time. The thought made him spasm as he stretched you out with his entire length, until you were flushed against his pelvis.

“Oh hell,” he gritted out, watching the way your eyes peered down at his constricting torso. “Perfectly tight as always…”

Vehement he was when it came to sex, and every time, with every touch and utter, you mollified for him. Clearly, this time was no different; the feel of Quaritch tumescending in you, his dick embedded within your stomach, all the reason to bring you close once again. “M-miles, oh my god—”

“Permission to move, doll?” The frantic bobs of your head gave him the opportunity to refresh some manners in that pretty head of yours. Teeth, deadly and predatorial, excavated into the interstice where the graceful line of your neck ranged and became shoulder. He didn’t release until the tang of iron became one with his taste buds, the rough surface of his tongue wasting no time in lapping the trickle of scarlet leaving your abused skin.

A hiss whispered from your lungs, and he soon managed to sweetly stroke his wet muscle over the pain he had caused until it was nothing but pleasure. The corner of your mouth hoisted when the flexible extension of his tail coiled around your thigh, wisps of dark hair skimming across your inner thigh. “How cute…”

“Those ain’t the words I’m waiting for, doll face.” He growled out, and you reached out to very lightly tug on his queue. “Dammit, Quaritch!—”

“ ‘Dammit, Quaritch’ ain’t the statement I was lookin’ for, now I—”

His sentence didn’t finish its near end for your palms had reached behind and planted themselves on his thighs, hips giving a slow roll before lifting your body up until the thick tip of it remained slightly in and slammed back down with a throaty moan.

His back pushed against the wall, putting the mask over his flat nose and mouth once more, and you could see the way his sly grin grew behind the fog his sharp breaths created in the mask before letting it dangle once more across his chest, bracing himself for the next of your moves.

One turned into two, two into three surprisingly hard claps your ass gave with his cock nuzzled tightly and further within your womb with each bounce, each stretch. “F-fuck, Miles, fuck me, please!” You beseeched, you whined, not caring anymore to contain yourself.

Quaritch huffed out a chuckle, a single large hand reaching over to encase both your tiny wrists, practically your forearms in the curl of his fingers and mushed them against your breasts, and his back pushed off from the wall so his other arm could curl around your entire midsection. You had no other option but to surrender full control over to the colonel without a single complaint or shift of movement, leaving it all to him.

“As you please, cupcake,” are the last words uttered before he lifted your body off his cock, only to ram you down with much more verve. He continued until the choir of huffs, moans and whimpers featured with skin plastered and slammed against one another recapitulated within the small room, the most probable outcome being that the other recom avatars and scientists could hear what was going on.

A pearlescent circlet scintillated at the base of Quaritch’s dick, disseminating over the blue tones of his shaft with every rise and fall your pussy gave him. “F-fuck, Miles, fuck, Miles….” was dragged from your hoarse throat, revealing the pretty column of it with the head tilt you gave until an ache came upon your shoulders.

“Damn, darlin’,” his voice gruffed out, vocal cords tight and visible around the muscles of his neck as every single fiber of his body tightened as well as he contained the orgasm his lower belly implored to fully release past his aching tip.

Taking advantage of the hold he had around your wrists, he tugged you forward until you sprawled over his abdomen, the pads of his thumbs rubbing soft circles over your chin and lower lip. “Y’keep squeezing around me like this, pretty thing, don’t know if I can hol’ it—”

“ ‘m sorry, M-Miles, c-can’t help it—”

Trembling, overwhelmed, and close you were to be ruined once more atop of Quaritch. Your thighs and his tail was coated with sweat and your cum that splotched with every pull down and every snap his hips gave. “D-don’t think I can keep it in, don’t think I can keep myself from cummin’ in ya—”

He had slightly pushed you back and brought your sore arms over your head, tears pearling your waterline and lashes as you both peered down between your legs; how his pretty dick disappeared and half of it would reappear once again with the slight protuberance of your belly, the thick and glowing veins accentuating his striped shaft curling inside of you in the most exhilarating and immoral way.

“N-no, please cum in me— d-don’t pull out, d-don’t hold it—”

Quaritch’s brows had pinched together, an affliction being the cause of their shape as his remorseless thrusts had settled for a slower pace, though the force did not go unrelented, and though it brought a scorching pain to settle deep within your bones and muscles, you didn’t regret it whatsoever.

“Words like that are dangerous now. Y’really want me to fill ya up, doll, with the possibility of you gettin’ pregnant?” He brought your forearms back over your chest, pressing them further in as the arm currently around you pulled away, his palm being splayed out and pushing against the small of your back until your body shaped a lovely arch; and he grinned at the fact that you let him bend you to his will.

Uncoordinated syllables spewed from your tongue, unknown to anyone else besides Quaritch for he’s seen you in this state more times than he could ever count. “Hm hmm, get me pregnant, M-Miles—”

Lax colored eyes gained another coating of color as his grin outstretched his entire face. “Hm, really?” His back hunched off the wall until his mouth hovered over your tilted down chin, palm applying more pressure to the lower column of your spine, swirling you over his dick as your whines increased in pitch. “Want a blue fleshed baby in ya? A babe that carries my genes?”

A long groan followed down the length of his throat at the narrow clench your walls gave him from his words, and you could feel every spasm his dick created in your stomach. You could feel the ooze pooling within you, knowing his restraints had been broken as Quaritch’s dick already exuded.

“A pretty baby that looks like their mama?” He grunted out, almost as if the thought excited and pained him all at once, to see a little one portraying the exactness of your lovely features.

“ Do it, Colonel. Fill me up.”

All Quaritch needed was your verbal assent, and with that, not even a second later, the coiling band within his lower stomach finally snapped, emptying his entire load in your pussy, giving into your words. Thick and boiling it was, your cunt, your own flowing with it. The increasing pressure of it became too much, pushing your own release afterwards, hybridizing with Quaritch’s cum as it seeped down his cock, still throbbing from the aftershocks within you.

His tight grip relinquished into a soft one around your arms, soon releasing them as he very carefully, very gently brought you to his front until your chin found its spot over his heaving chest, cock still buried deep inside of you, making sure that none of his seed went without purpose.

It was an entire different story when it came to aftercare, how sweet, how soft he was with you; his large palm cradling the curve of your head close while his fingers managed to reach and stroke the damp tendrils of hair pasted to your temples and cheeks, his tail setting for a protective, gentle curl around your leg, his mouth softly falling over your forehead, your cheek, your neck, shoulder, with hushed praises meeting your perspired flesh as well.

You exhaled serenely as you melted into his touch, Quaritch’s other palm flush over the small of your back while his thumb stretched to stroke your belly. Silence lumbered over the two of you, savoring in the feeling and moment until Quaritch’s rasped, accented voice had to cut in.

“A tiny Quaritch now, what’d ya say?”

“Absolutely not naming him Tiny Quaritch.”

“Nickname should be T.Q.”

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timetravellingshinigami · 1 year

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Normies watching this scene: *visibly upset*

Me:

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Pollen. (part two)

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader

A/N: Hope this doesn’t seem rushed, I had so many ideas and sadly not all of them got to be implemented, but there’s always next time! As always, requests are always open. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.7k

Tags: Age difference, publics sex, work sex, p in v, oral (fem receiving), switching positions, interspecies sex, human x Na'vi sex, smut with minimal plot, size kink, sex pollen

Tagged users: @personaldemons-stuff @faerienotfound @torukmakto22

Quaritch followed her directions and made his way back to the base, not without difficulty. The way she read off coordinates and answered questions on call made it hard for him to resist stopping again to get off, to stroke his cock while she egged him on.

He caught himself palming his erection through his cargos when (Y/N) would yawn, huff, or groan, shifting around in her seat innocently, not realizing what her sounds did to him.

“I see Hell’s Gate, missy. Be ready for me,” he said.

“I will be,” (Y/N) said. Miles could hear a lock unlatch. “I’m in the lab, there's a tiny office in the back, I’ll wait for you there.” He swore he could hear her giggle before she shut off her walkie talkie.

“Lil’ tease.”

Quaritch walked onto the base. The shift from soft Pandorian mud to hard cement under his boots went unnoticed to him, focused only on what was waiting for him inside. The cool air pumping through the building did nothing to stop the sweat dripping down his face and toned, blue arms. Nothing but (Y/N) could stop the itch in him.

Not a thought entered his mind as he entered the lab. Scientists and technicians alike snapped their heads over to the Colonel, hearing his heavy steps.

“Out.”

“Excuse me?” someone said, some nobody that was in his way.

“Everyone, get out. Now, I mean,” he drawled, stepping out of the doorway to usher the group out. “Don’t come back.” He slammed the door on the lot and scanned the room for a door in the back that would house a waiting (Y/N).

A door slid open, revealing the woman cloaked in a white lab coat that Quaritch couldn’t wait to remove. He jogged over and pushed her back into the room, sliding the door back into place. The room was, as she had described, small. He had to slouch down to fit, leaning nearly completely over (Y/N) in the process.

“Are they all gone–?” she tried to ask before being hushed by Quaritch’s finger.

“Don’t worry about it.” He removed his finger and instead placed his hand under her face, cupping it and bringing it close to his own. “Waited for this long enough, ‘m gonna take you right here.”

He pressed a hot, rough kiss to her lips, already nipping at them with his pointed teeth. Miles held the back of her head with one hand, and sat her on the desk with the other, pushing her back flat on the surface. Blindly, his hands found the zipper of her pants and undid it, pulling the fabric down to expose her laced panties, a wet spot forming at the front.

“Can already smell you, honey. Bet you need me down there more than up here suckin’ on those sweet lips of yours,” he said, pulling away from her face, admiring her red, puffy lips, and settled himself between her thighs, kneeling on the cool linoleum floor. “Gonna kiss your other lips for now,” he chuckled and traced the outline of her pussy through her panties, feeling her shift under his touch.

“Please, don’t tease me,” she sighed, legs hooking over his shoulders.

“So impatient.” He pulled her panties off with his teeth, letting his sharp, fang-esque canines graze against her thighs as he moved.

She shivered at the air hitting her slick cunt and bare legs. She wasn’t cold for long as Quaritch grabbed her thighs and locked them under his arms, spreading them wide. He licked a stripe over the inside of one, teasing the skin lightly. His tongue was rough and textured. It was intoxicating. He did the same to the other, and bit into the plush skin. (Y/N) cried in a mixture of pain and deep pleasure as Quaritch ran his tongue over the punctures, cleaning up the pricked blood.

He grew bored at only licking her thighs, though, and brought his mouth to her pussy. His large tongue slid through her wet folds, slowly teasing through, from her entrance to her pulsing clit. He stopped at her nub and clasped his lips around it, sucking on the tender bud. He let messy dribbles of spit fall from his mouth to coat her cunt and mix with her juices, slurping it up and spitting it back out in an endless cycle.

“Need you,” (Y/N) whined, not sure what she was whining for, “please, Colonel, please.”

He looked up at her from between her legs, loudly slurping at her clit when they made eye contact. “What d’you need? Can’t give you what you don’t ask for,” he said, muffled by her pussy.

“Fingers. Can you put your fingers in me? Please, want ‘em bad.”

“Got it, you greedy thing,” Quaritch brought his face away from her cunt. It was shiny and slick from her wetness and his own saliva. He dragged his long fingers through her folds. “Mouth ain’t enough for you? Need something stretching out this slutty, little cunt.” He dipped a finger into her, pushing deeper into her when her hips bucked against his hand.

“Gonna cum, ‘m real close,” (Y/N) moaned, throwing her head back on the desk.

“So damn worked up, hardly even did anything to you, baby.” He slipped another finger in, scissoring them to loosen her up. He curled his fingers inside of her, catching her spongy spot with them and gave small kitten licks to her clit. “There you go, just like that.”

Her walls fluttered around his two fingers and clamped down, juices pumping out of her cunt as she came. Her eyes rolled back as he quickened his pace, abusing her g-spot and overstimulating her. He finally pulled his fingers out, popped his fingers into his mouth, and sucked off the remainder of her arousal on them.

“Come here, baby,” he briefly picked her up, taking her place on the desk and sat her on his lap. “Come taste yourself in my mouth, tastes like magic.” He pushed into her mouth again, tangling his tongue with hers, sucking it and twirling it around. Quaritch explored deeper into her mouth while he unzipped his cargos, pulling his dick out.

“Oh, Christ,” she said, breaking the kiss when she felt him slip his dick between her thighs. He placed a firm grip on her hips, bruising them with the tips of his fingers.

“Hush, (Y/N), let me wet my cock with your pussy.” He inched her forward, dick sliding between her folds but not entering. Still holding her hips, he moved her body up and down, fucking her inner thighs. Trails of slick formed on his long, striped cock. His purple, blushing tip peaked at her every time he brought her hips down, sending waves of pleasure from the friction.

Quaritch angled her body forward a bit, letting his tip make direct contact with her tip every time he thrusted.

“Ready to put it in, relax,” he cooed into her ear, pressing a kiss behind it. Miles lifted her up again and slipped the fat head of his cock into (Y/N), feeling her clamp onto his length already. “Hold on now,” he said, “relax, now. Don’t want you cummin’ too quick.” He brought her up again and sunk her body back down, this time inching more of his dick into her. He repeated his action again and again until she had swallowed his entirety.

“It’s too much, feels too full n’ big,” she moaned, clamping around his cock whenever he would move.

“You’re a tough girl, you can take it,” Quaritch groaned, bucking his hips into her. He started with a slow, gentle pace, easing into her before speeding up. He took it up a notch when he noticed her grinding onto his cock, searching for more. “You want more? More, girl?”

“Yes, more,” her words slurred together, “need it deeper.”

Quaritch hummed and flipped (Y/N)’s body around, bending her over the desk and forcing her ass in the air. “You can take it,” he bent down and whispered into her ear. He bottomed out into her, pressing against her cervix’s tip without mercy, and pounded into her cunt.

“Fuck!”

He gave her ass a light smack, just enough to make it blush a beautiful red. He did this to the other cheek as well, smirking when (Y/N) let out a pained moan. Placing his hands back on her hips, he rutted into her quickly, letting the sound of skin slapping crowd the room. Staring at where their bodies met, he watched as a white ring of arousal mark the base of his cock.

“Creaming all over my dick, you nasty thing. Bet you gonna break any minute now.”

He was right. She wasn’t too far from cumming, her belly felt a familiar warmth creep up into it.

“Please, can I cum? Please, I need to soon,” she begged, sweat beading down her forehead and cheeks.

“Not yet. You’ll know when you can, believe that.” Quaritch’s hips stuttered as he said this, chasing his own impending release. He held off, not ready to give into his needs. “Fuckin’ choking me with your pussy, tight as hell,” he growled, feelings his balls tighten.

His head felt light and he was dizzy. The room was too hot and too cold at the same time, and he felt so suffocatingly lost in her cunt that he didn’t realize what he was saying. “Cum, baby, all over me. C’mon now.” He nestled into her, going as deep as he could to cum in her.

“God,” she moaned, “cummin’ now, Colonel!” Her foot hooked around his ankle as she came, holding onto him for some sense of stability as her legs nearly gave out under her.

“Good fuckin’ girl, good– good girl,” he said while his chest heaved. His hips sputtered against her ass one more time before he came in her, seed leaking out of her ruined cunt when he pulled out.

(Y/N) squirmed out of his arm and sat back on the desk, covering up her bare chest. “Feel any better?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Miles said, returning to the most of his full height as he could manage in the small office, “definitely not done with you yet, though.”

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pearlsinmyhair · 7 months

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kinktober day two - voice kink

miles quaritch

content: voice kink (duh). nsfw (immediately. no lead into it.) size difference (fem!human reader x recom!quaritch.) p in v sex. unprotected sex. slight exhibitionism. discussion of daddy kink. kink discovery.

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“Oh fuck, Miles please-“ you whined against the pillow as Quaritch fucked you into the mattress, your body jolting with each sharp thrust of his hips. Your pussy squelched with each intrusion, not meant to take a dick like this but needing to have it all the same.

Quaritch loomed over you, holding your hips with one hand and the back of your neck with the other, keeping you still as his pace quickened. He could tell you were close, could see the way your thighs trembled and feel how your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he gritted out, the hand against your neck moving to rest bedside your face for balance as he leaned forward more. The arch of your back deepened, and he rammed against your cervix, the only barrier keeping him from practically piercing you. “Gonna cum on my cock? Taking it so well, doing so good f’me.”

You moaned incoherently at his words, nodding your head against the pillow as his hips slapped against yours mercilessly. Your poor tiny body was going to be wrecked tomorrow.

But right as he felt himself tip over the edge, his RDA-issued phone rang, LYLE WAINFLEET in white type across the screen.

His thrusts came to a halt, and you let your displeasure be known by groaning. Quaritch understood your frustration: not only had you both been denied your orgasms, but this phone call was a part of a general trend. No one could leave him the fuck alone, apparently. It seemed like everyone needed his input, or his permission, or his presence.

And it always, always happened when he was with you.

Quaritch kissed your shoulder as he reached over you for the phone, but you shrugged him off and turned your head away, wrapping your arms around the pillow.

He exhaled a sigh before pressing the green answer button at the bottom of the comically large device. “This better be damn important, Corporal.”

Throughout the call, Quaritch made sure that you didn’t feel forgotten. He ran his palm along your spine slowly, moving your hair out of the way to message a knot out of your neck with his thumb. He kept his dick inside of you, and occasionally your walls would flutter against him or a slight shift of your hips would squeeze. It was nothing he couldn’t handle.

That is, until Wainfleet decided to tell him a particularly frustrating piece of information, and he growled. It was a Na’vi trait that he’d got from this body, accompanied with all the other various new additions to his physiology. But as he opened his mouth to reply, you clamped down on him. Hard.

Quaritch choked on his words, his hips rocking forward into you of their own volition. His eyes snapped back to your body, watching your shoulders tense.

And sure enough, you slowly moved your head to the side and peered at him over your shoulder, face flushed and eyes wide.

Wainfleet’s repeated “Colonel?”s brought him back to reality, and he carefully leaned forward over you until his mouth was right up to your neck, his breath ticking the hairs along your skin.

“Can you repeat that?” Quaritch replied, keeping his voice low. And there it was again. A tightening of your cunt and a shiver.

Oh.

He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he continued the conversation, noting each reaction you had to his voice. Especially how you were determined to hide your face against the pillow, refusing to even look at him.

When finally, finally, the call ended, he tossed the phone somewhere behind him on the bed. Again, he leaned forward, his words dripping with the sugary sweetness that always accompanied his speech when he found something new to torture you with.

“What’s that all about, sweetheart?” Quaritch cooed, and you whined as he pressed his front against your back, pushing you further into the mattress. When you didn’t answer him, he frowned and pressed his head to your shoulder, resting his cheek against it to try and get a look at your expression. You still gripped his cock like a vice, and he was being real patient for you to go and be a brat.

“Imma give you one more chance to fess up, and then I’m not gonna be so nice.” he said lowly. All he had to do now was wait.

And sure enough, you slowly turned your head to look at him, albeit from over your crossed arms, just barely meeting his eyes. You knew by now from the months with Quaritch that when he gave an ultimatum, he wasn’t to be trifled with. Hell, you had a bite mark still bruised into the inside of your thigh to prove that defiance never came without consequence.

But Miles was always sure to start out slow with these things, and now he tapped at the arm concealing your full face from him. You moved it down to your chest, and he smirked when he took in your embarrassed expression. “Was it about me being on the phone?” he questioned, and you shook your head.

“You got a humiliation kink or something?”

“No.”

“… Exhibitionism?”

“No, Miles.”

“Is it because you wanted to make me-“

“Jesus, Miles, just-“ you grunted, reaching a hand back and slapping his shoulder three times, your sign for him to get off. He did so, leaning back up and pulling out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, and he let out a quiet chuckle as you rolled over to face him. Miles helped lift you when you winced at sore muscles, easily plopping you down on his lap. For once, he bit his tongue.

“I’m surprised you even know that much, you geezer.” you said as you peered up at him, and he squeezed your waist. “Better quit beatin’ round the bush, y/n.” he replied, and you glared.

After a few moments of silence, you finally let out some kind of answer, though it was said to his chest instead of his face.

“What was that?”

“Bad hearing finally catch up to you, old man?”

“Y/n.”

“It’s your voice.”

Now that gave him pause. “The hell do you mean?” he questioned, peering down at your flushed face.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before replying “I mean it’s the way your voice sounds that made me… that made me squeeze.” You still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Miles lifted your chin with his pointer finger, tilting your head up until your gaze found his. “Ain’t nothin to be ashamed of.” he said, moving his thumb along your jawline. Sometimes the size difference still made him awestruck, the way his hand could cover your whole face if he wanted to.

“Remember when we talked about how I liked you calling me daddy?” he recalled as he lowered you back down to the bed, and you snorted. Now that had been a shameful day for him, and one that you loved to bring up when he got a little too cocky during your private moments.

“All it means…” he whispered against the shell of your ear as he pressed back into you. Your pussy welcomed him back without hassle, and your legs spread automatically to make room for him. “is that I have another weapon in my arsenal to make you tick.”

The clench was delicious as you listened to him, and he fought back a groan as he forced his hips into a slow rhythm.

“And you know there’s nothing I love more, Princess…” his voice rumbled against your neck. Your keened, throwing your head back.

“… than making you tick.”

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❄️✨Smutty Quaritch Oneshot - Christmas Eve✨❄️

CONTENT: Christmas!, I Wanted Quaritch to Wear a Santa Hat, Ribbons for Lingerie, You Are The Gift✨ AHA—, Light Bondage (with the ribbons), Gagged, Teasing, You Get Glazed like a Donut, Oral Sex (receiving), Vaginal Sex, Size Difference (per usual), Multiple Orgasms, Nipple Play, Fingering, Tit Sucking, if I had to write “If there’s one thing Miles Quaritch enjoys eating more than Christmas cookies, it’s your pussy” you have to read it, Sprinkle of Fluff.

Nobody wants to spend Christmas Eve alone. You were waiting a while. Almost too long—almost long enough that you considered sending him a picture of exactly what he was going to find on his bed—but finally, the door opens.

Quaritch’s glowing amber eyes narrow onto you. You’re laying on the bed, propped up on your elbows, and wrapped in thick army-green ribbon. Candles flicker on the beside table and the top of the headboard is wrapped in twinkling lights that cast seductive shadows across your body.

The colonel reaches for you, but you stall him with a look and nod your head towards the Santa hat on the corner of the bed.

He huffs a laugh. “Really?”

You bite your lip and grin.

“Fine,” he muttered, snatching the hat and tugging it on, careful not to trap his sensitive Na’vi ears. It was a little small, but that added to the charm.

Quaritch grabs your ankles and slides you to the foot of the bed, tail swishing in anticipation. “What a pretty present,” he murmurs, fangs flashing with a wicked grin. “All wrapped up for me, huh?”

“Merry Christmas, colonel,” you say.

His long blue fingers brush the edge of the ribbon snug against the top of your breasts, tied with a large bow in the centre. Your nipples peak the shiny satin as a shiver shoots down your spine. There’s a matching bow between the dimples in the small of your back.

Quaritch pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside. On cue, you undo the large buckle of his belt. You take your time, fighting the desire to touch as much of him as fast as possible after dreaming about this moment all day. Judging by the stiff bulge in his cargo pants, you’re not the only one, but he stops you before you reach the zipper.

“My turn,” he says.

He tugs one side of the bow holding your breasts and watches hungrily as the ribbon falls away. Part of you is annoyed that the hour you spent tying yourself up /just right/ is unravelled so easily, but those thoughts fade as the colonel kneels before you and flicks your nipples with his rough tongue. You arch and gasp, locked in place with his hands on your hips.

Your fingers tangle in his cropped hair and the fuzz of the Santa hat as he sucks your tits into his hot mouth, his tongue continuing to work the rosy bud as his teeth scrape your tender skin. His breath tickles your collarbone as he pulls you in, tasting you like a man starved. His attention travels from your breasts to your neck, inhaling the sweet vanilla perfume as he nips and sucks.

“You’re like a god damn Christmas cookie,” he grunts.

He devoured the batch you’d made earlier this week. “Gonna eat me too?”

“Damn right.”

You squeak as he tosses you back on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he crawls on top of you, caging you within his powerful limbs. For a moment he simply studies you, your breasts gleaming with his saliva and half-unwrapped. Then, Quaritch smirks and picks up the discarded ribbon. He brushes the soft fabric over your skin and watches the goosebumps form across your flesh.

You close your eyes and arch, thighs squeezing together. He takes his sweet time teasing your flushed skin with the feather light touch of the ribbon, teasing over our belly and chest before up your arms. You don’t notice that he’s looped the ribbon around your wrists until he pulls it snug, shackling you to the headboard.

He chuckled as your eyes fly open. “Don’t give me that. I think this is exactly what you had in mind,” he tells you, leaning down and kissing his way down your arms.

You couldn’t deny that. A moan escapes you when his mouth finally meets yours, the kiss deep and full of promise.

Quaritch’s knee parts your thighs and you whimper at the delicious friction. He lets you grind against the thick muscle of his thigh as he slips his hands beneath you and unties the second emerald ribbon. He smirks upon finding the section that falls away from your needy cunt already wet with desire.

“Open up,” he instructs, and slips the damp ribbon between your teeth, gagging you with it before you can protest. The sight of you tasting yourself as he ties it snug darkens his eyes with a more carnal desire.

Deciding he’s going to taste you too, the colonel pins your knees to the mattress and parts your slick folds with his tongue. His groan of satisfaction reverberates through you. You strain against your bonds with building pleasure as his devilish mouth works on you, arching. Muffled by the gag, your moans fill the room, mingling with the sloppy attention of his mouth.

If there’s one thing Miles Quaritch enjoys eating more than Christmas cookies, it’s your pussy.

He sucks your clit until you shudder before soothing you with greedy licks. Covering your entire cunt in his fanged mouth, he lets you grind against his tongue until your pleasure soaks the blanket. He kisses the puffy lips of your pussy as you ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm, almost reverent, and nuzzles the flat bridge of his nose against the apex of your thighs. You squirm and whimper, already aching for more.

Quaritch slicks two fingers on your pussy and pushes them deep into the burning heat of your core. He curses under his breath at the unbearable tightness and pumps his hand slowly to relax the quivering, silken walls.

You want to beg for more, to insist you’re ready to take him, but the ribbon pressing against your tongue betrays you. You can only moan and hook an ankle around his neck, pulling him closure, desperate.

The ribbon binding your wrists doesn’t budge. Of course he knows how to tie a damn good knot, being marine a and all. The burning strain in your shoulders reminds you just how much power he holds. You want him to unleash every inch of himself upon you. You were his Christmas present, after all.

Quaritch sits back on his knees and wipes his chin on the back of his hand. As he removes his pants, you strain your neck to glimpse the thing you’ve been craving all day. He adjusts the santa hat, securing it. You giggle breathlessly around the gag.

He rests down on you, smirking at how your body tenses when his member brushes your inner thigh. Your moan of impatience is almost animalistic as he rubs the head of his cock between the wet lips of your pussy, lubricating his ribbed shafted in preparation.

He kisses you, then pulls back just enough to watch your expression as he thrusts his hips.

You scream around the gag as his alien cock forces its way into you. It burns like sweet fire as the walls of your cunt stretch to fit him. Your back arches as he works his way deeper with each thrust, hissing at the sensation of your tight sex gripping him, sucking him in.

It’s far from the first time he’s fucked you this way, yet every time you’re not sure you can take it. He pants and grunts as he ruts into you, the head of his cock pounding your cervix. You can’t scream his name so you settle for wordless moans that grow to hoarse cries which each slam of the headboard.

The colonel grabs your hips and lifts your lower half from the mattress, growling as he brings you down onto his cock, again and again. He’s tense with concentration and a thin sheen of sweat gleams gloriously upon his striped skin.

His relentless pace doesn’t stop as your mind shatters and another orgasm bleeds through you, white hot fire spilling out from your core into every nerve and fiber of your being. You’re vaguely aware that he keeps going, growing closer to his own release in your spasming cunt, but for a moment all you know is weightless pleasure.

Quaritch drops you to the mattress, leaving your thighs to tremble on either side of your ruined pussy as he fists his cock. Hot, glowing cum coats your stomach and tits in thick ribbons as he roars his release, tail lashing through the air behind him. The bioluminescent dots of his skin flicker.

You tilt your chin up, whining softly.

Chuckling, Quaritch tugs the gag down and kisses you. The white pompom at the tip of the santa hat tickles your forehead. He drags the ribbed underside of his cock over your overstimulated clit and you shudder, twitching away.

After a long shared shower and another round beneath the steaming water, you find yourselves curled up in bed amid the twinkling lights.

Wearing the Santa hat once more, Quaritch produces a small gift from beneath the bed. He hands it to you wordlessly as his fingertips trace your bare shoulder.

You frown and tear open the plain wrapping paper and reveal the present. It’s a pair of fuzzy pink socks.

“I thought we weren’t doing gifts,” you protest, caressing the buttery material.

“Yeah, well, your feet turn into damn icicles at night and I’m tired of you warmin’ them up on my back while I’m sleepin’,” he says.

You smile. You can’t help it, not as he fails to suppress the hint of softness in his tone. “Thank you.”

He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Your gift, though?” he smirked, and kisses you. “Outstanding.”

Happy Holidays, Simps!

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In Need

Recom!Miles Quaritch x (fem)reader

For @justasimps-blog

Warnings: NSFW, established relationship, p in v, size difference, fingering, breeding kink, ovulation, mention of pregnancy, clit teasing, rough sex, light dirty talk, reader is tied up.

Summary: Reader is ovulating, desperate, and in need of some help from her boyfriend Miles Quaritch.

Your forehead dotted with the sheen of sweat covering your forehead. It wasn't fair. No, this was fucking miserable. Your body was overheating and cramping and it sucked.

You were ovulating and the son of a bitch on top of you was taking his sweet fucking time getting to it. Your hands were locked above you, tied to the bed post, all the while your naked body wriggled with a slow roll of your hips trying to find some kind of friction in your disheveled mess. The bedsheets were ruined from how heavily your folds cried to be bred, to be filled with hot seed that could catch. Not that you ever wanted for it to go that far, but just the thought of his cock knocking you up so hard a union could form was all it took for another surge of arousal to dribble out.

Nothing would please you more than to have Miles' girth ramming you into the bed, but his fingers were like feathers, giving just enough to itch your want, but light enough to have your nerves, your very skin, screaming at the air while your nipples tightened so hard they burned with a twisted flame.

A pleading whimper broke the delicate sexual tension that held between you and the Recom. His hands ran down your side until he reached the bend of your legs at your hips, spread out like a wild flower blooming for all to see. Your slit was wide open and pussy lips swollen. The Colonel could only chuckle darkly.

"Ah, is my babygirl in heat? She need someone to put a baby in 'er?"

A big, blue thumb pressed a circle into your clit causing you to squirm anxiously with a high-pitched echo leaping from your chest. There was a sweat droplet growing fat at the side of your face and it bugged you that it wouldn't fall already, teeth chewing your lip as the pain of your arousal danced through your lower half. Then another circle into your mound threw you into a fit. Your hands tugged at your confinements with a bend to your spine. The air was difficult to keep down now, voice ragged and hoarse.

"Ple–please..." You managed to croak.

With a final sweep to your sensitive bud which blinded your senses, body stiffening from the heat moving within below, Miles dove two thick fingers into your helplessly wet pussy. A cry reaching toward the heavens rung through the room as your walls gripped the sudden fullness. The Recom shoved deep before retreating, only to then suddenly rush back inside. This went on until his thrusts synced with your hips rocking upwards against his hand, fucking yourself just right, leaving you happily drunk and blissed as you got closer to your high. But that joy was soon destroyed when the Recom pulled his fingers out unexpectedly making you whine in protest.

"You won't finish unless you're on my cock. Got it?" The Colonel was stern, yet a smirk carried through his words as he watched you writhe without his touch.

You bobbed quickly, face growing hot with a deep blush, that sweat droplet smearing a line down your face.

Then you felt it. Finally. Miles placed his massive cock on your stomach that had your body inwardly jumping with adrenaline and anticipation. Then the length slid down. You closed your eyes and paced yourself, head falling back into the pillow, when you felt the thick head nudge your swollen pussy lips. Damn fucking finally.

The girth pushed forward. Your body reacted with a sudden outburst of ecstasy as you were slowly stretched full, breath hot and loud. Inch by inch the cock rushed your hole until it was seated at your cervix. It nudged a little more to fully press itself snug against the soft mound that had you seeing ivory.

Miles groaned and seethed above you as he took in the sight of your rounded slit his length stuffed tightly. He too was enjoying this, body hungry to fill you up with his cum. A molten shiver bubbled through his lower half as he thought of how you were ovulating. Eyes dark, he gripped your legs, spreading you further 'til your knees touched the bed. Just thinking about putting his kid in you got his heart pounding through his ears, mouth pulling into a fanged smirk.

"Don't cum unless a say so," he commanded.

Cheeks feverish, chest glistening with sweat, all you wanted was for him to move, to stuff you 'til you dripped white! You were so heavy and swollen below you couldn't think, already stressing and distracted enough by your body releasing so many hormones it was painful and the immense stretch of the Colonel's size that all you could muster was a brief nod.

When he pulled out, you squirmed disappointedly, but then he bucked his hips that had you cry loudly with glee before your hole was plowed with a force that had your voice box knocked out of you, tits bouncing.

"Ha, ha HAAA!" you screamed, neck craning, as your eyes fluttered, hands gripping the bed post making your knuckles pale.

"Erm! Gonna–ugh!–make you so round–fuck!–with my kid! Jesus Christ, you're so wet!" Miles heaved above you.

You riled him up like you wouldn't believe. Your slick gushed and coated his length making his cock twitch as it shoved deep and hard into your little pussy. The Recom then grasped the bed post and leaned his weight over you. His other hand held your leg with a bruising vice while he ravaged you with quicker, meaner, thrusts. He was feral, golden eyes blown out while he marked you with heavy shots of precum.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your overheating body was drenched at this point, belly contracting to the buildup of your orgasm that melted away any semblance of sanity and rational. You craved the chance of getting knocked up and it drove your cock drunk mind wild.

Squeezing around the large girth ramming your cervix, you cried when it shallowed its thrusts as Miles got closer to release.

"Mmph!" you whimpered, lips quivering, the coiled rope in your stomach about to unfold.

"It's ok! Cum for me!" he yelled, chasing his own orgasm.

Your whole body spasmed, lungs made of lead, while your orgasm ripped through you splitting your mind in half. A rush spilled from your folds squirting onto Miles’ pillar and stones, dripping down your ass and onto the bed.

The Colonel pressed the head of his mushroomed cock as far back into your cervix he could get before he painted your walls with creamy ropes of cum.

You shuttered and cooed, feeling the hot streams fill you up.

The Recom unfastened his grip from the bed post and leaned down to connect a kiss with your hair. Then he slowly pulled out with an unplugged pop that cascaded his milky cum from your slit down your crack. He immediately closed your knees and held them to your stomach, trying to keep his seed from leaking more, but it was futile and only made his cock stiffen again by his own accidental doing. With your arms above your head and your legs held up showing off his thick, white cum lining your pussy lips and asshole had him thinking about another round. He wanted to fill you up more until it took days for his cum to empty from that pretty cunt of yours.

You fidgeted with your restraints and whined in pleasant bliss, back arching as you stretched your sore muscles.

"Babe?" Miles said.

"Hmm?" you mumbled.

Then his cock was stuffing you again and you whimpered at how good it felt to be full and heavy once more

"I ain't gonna stop 'til you can't walk tomorrow..."

Your hands gripped the bed post as you spread your legs open.

"Please, Miles~" you consented, cheeks blushing.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱. 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: (ᴘᴀꜱᴛ) ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜱᴢᴀ- ᴋɪʟʟ ʙɪʟʟ

TW: angst, breakup/divorce, deja blu, past war, mentions of terrorism, implied torture

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You and your husband were sent to Pandora for two reasons, one was because you were offered a job in another planet and two because your husband was the replacement of your brother in law. At first everything was alright, you were placed in Quaritch team while your husband did what Tommy was suppose to do.

Due to work you barely saw each other, but on the days that you were on break. You'd spend as much time you did together, you'd talk about your days and how things were. Jake had seemed to really enjoy his time in the forest with the native's. He really wanted to bring you that you could meet his friends, specially Neytiri, he talked a lot about her. You didn't see any red flags, you weren't the jealous type.

When you had found out about what Jake was doing, you couldn't believe it. The other day he had talked to you about your plans for the future, now he was being imprisoned for crossing the line. When you found out about his intimacy with his 'friend' you had lost it. "So you basically cheated on me?" you asked, tears developing in your eyes. Jake hung his head in shame, he knew what he did was fucked up, he should of told you something instead of doing the most dumbest thing. "Yes.." he admitted. You looked at him in disbelief. "So, what you told me the other day meant nothing to you?" you asked him. He looked back at you. He hated seen you cry, specially since he was the reason you were crying. He sighed, he knew he couldn't fix it anymore, he just admitted what he did. "I know what I did was wrong, I should of told you instead of doing what I did." He explained. "Oh, like that makes it better." You said, rubbing your face with your hands.

That was the last time you saw him, he was then put under custody with Grace and Norm, but took off with the help of Trudy and Max. As much as you didn't want Jake to get hurt in this now war. You had no other choice but to follow orders, you had a feeling that no one was coming out of this war alive. While you flew one of the scorpions assigned to you, the last thing you saw was a giant blue native shooting his arrow right at you. Hitting you right in the chest with his arrow. Killing you instantly.

15 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

When you had woken, you didn't know whether to freak out or be glad to be alive. Once you got a look at yourself you couldn't believe your eyes. You were an avatar, this new body looked so much like you as a human. Your facial features didn't really change except for your big yellow eyes, feline like nose, canines and pointy ears. It felt strange, this body felt strange. You were reunited with your team, apparently your team go revived from a project known as Project Phoenix. It was strange.

You were called in for a team meeting, you felt somewhat happy seen Colonel Quaritch for some reason. He was a good friend of your back when you were alive and human. It brought you some kind of happiness when you were around him. As he explained the mission, your face was sour almost the whole time. Every time your ex name came out of Quaritch mouth made you almost growl and your tail moving slow side to side. You wanted to kill him so bad, but you couldn't. You had to sadly bring him to the RDA so that he could gest questioned for his actions. He was considered a terrorist to the RDA, since he kept intervining with their plans.

The whole ride to Bridgehead, you had been thinking of Jake. The good memories you shared with him. From when you met in the military and when you both got married. You still remembered how he insisted that you should be with someone else and not with a cripple. You never cared that he was bond to a wheelchair as a human, you loved him regardless. That was in the past now. You were surprise that your new body had your old memories, at least what you assumed were your memories.

While the Miles and Lyle had gone to meet with the boss, you and your group were taken to where you'd be basically living in. It was very similar to a military base. You were in a small room, which was your own room. You had been giving a box, it was almost like a present. Inside contained a Katana. The sword was huge, much bigger then your previous one. You knew your way around Martial Arts and Touch of death, but you also knew how to wield a samurai sword. The more you looked at the sword, the more you saw your human eyes look back at you.

Someone had then knocked at your door. "Come in" you said, putting your sword back in its quiver. It was your boss who had come in. You stood up from your bed out of respect. "Have a seat, I'd like to have a small chat with you." He sad, you followed orders and sat down. He got the chair that was on the small wall desk and sat on it. "So corporal, how does it feel about having to go after your husband." He said with a smirk. That made you scrunch up your nose and send a glare. "That bastard isn't my husband.." you mumbled. Miles chuckled. "I know how you feel. You got her memories." He was referring to your human self.

"Guess so." You said. "You know, I know that you want to kill him, after all. He did have an affair with that.. woman." He brought up, this made you a bit more angry, but you stayed calm, at least you tried. "I'd let you kill him, shit, I'd even help you hide the body." He said, this comment made you raise your brows. "But we got to follow orders, our job is to bring his wanna be native ass back here, if we do. I could let you give him a couple punches and such, ya know." He said. He must have been implying that he was allowing you have your way with Jake. "But what if-" you were cut off. "They're not gonna care what we do with him, we just. Have to keep him alive and make him talk. Don't matter how we do it, we just need him to sing like a canary." He said. The more you listened, the more you were liking it. You did want to cause Jake some pain, the same pain that he made you feel when you found out about his affair. "I like the sound of that." You said with a small smirk. "Glad we're on the same page." He replied with a toothy grin. That was now your plan, bring your Ex to the RDA and the rest is up to you to do. You may not kill him in the moment, but maybe you can kill him slowy.

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Experiment 56 [part 7]*FINAL*

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

Others pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader

Tw: neteyam baby , reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, kinda Sad, Quaritch is an anti-villain?, soft stuff , all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. Her family will do everything possible to keep her hidden and safe…

Experiment 56 sequel

Note: Well… here is the final part of this series. "Experiment 56". To be honest, I didn't think that so many people would like my idea <3 If you want an alternative ending. Or you want me to expand on a part. You can send me a message. And don't forget that the requests are open, and I work with all the characters. Well that would be all, I hope you like it a lot!!!

"What do you mean she's pregnant?" asks Lyle as he looks at Quaritch. "You and her…" Quaritch hits him over the head. "don't be an asshole, how am I going to get her pregnant, I've barely known her for 2 weeks…idiot" say Quaritch, as he sits down on one of the aisle seats. "We need to get her out of here, Lyle" Miles speaks, as he plays with his fingers on his hand. "Colonel with all due respect… but are you out of your mind? What's going to happen to us? "Lyle says as he sits down in the seat next to him. "What's going to happen? Lyle, what are we doing here?" Quaritch confronts Lyle. "They order us various missions, we go and do it, we're like watchdogs for these shitty people. For what? For nothing… we are no longer human, even the memories we have don't belong to us" There was a silence between the two men, lyle knew it was true what the man was saying. "I don't know what I'm doing here lyle, I feel lost" Quaritch says. "And what do you plan to do with y/n?" Lyle gives up, he wasn't going to leave his boss alone.

They need to be quiet, they are conscious that there are cameras everywhere. Quaritch moves closer to lyle's seat. "We need to plan something… but she needs to get out of here. I have a feeling what they're going to do to her is not at all pleasant." Lyle pulls his sunglasses off his head, as he runs his hands back and forth across the back of his neck. The colonel had lost his mind. " It's okay, I'm in… you're lucky I actually like that girl" lyle says, as Quaritch smiles a little. The moment is interrupted when a nurse walks out the door. "You guys are accompanying experiment 56?" the woman asks. My god, how awful that sounded. "Yes" says Miles, as he stands up. "Can only one person go through" says the woman. Lyle signals Quaritch for him to come in. "I'll wait here, go!!!" says lyle. "oh, wait…give her this candy, she gonna love it".

Miles follows the nurse, down the cold hallway of the nursing area. "It's over there, in space 4" the woman points to the blue curtains. Miles heads in that direction, until she slides the curtain. You were awake, half sitting up on the bed. He noticed how your face lit up at the sight of him. "Miles!!! You're here!!!" you say with a big smile on your face. "Hi little girl…" miles comes over, he is surprised when you come over and give him a hug. You were little so you were hugging his trunk. A smile breaks out on miles' face. In just two weeks, you had moved his whole world. This confirmed to him that he had to help you get out of here.

"Thank you for helping me, I was really feeling bad" you say, as you settle onto the bed. You watch as Quaritch sits up and looks at you with concern. "Do you know the results yet?" the man asks. "What results? Am I sick?" you ask. "Well… if you put it that way, yes. And it will last you about 9 months." Quaritch says, as he continues to look at your face, studying your expressions. There is silence in the cubicle, until you understand what the soldier just told you. "I'm pregnant?" you look at Quaritch. "Affirmative ma'am" Quaritch waits for you to respond. "but…it was the first time I…" you look at Quaritch shyly, you didn't want to talk about your intimacy with the man, but it's not like you had a choice. "Well…that can happen. You were in your fertile days and boom…a baby" Miles says, trying to sound funny. But he sees how your face is turning red and tears are pooling in your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" Quaritch tries to comfort you. " I'm having a baby and I'm not with neteyam" you start to cry. "no, no, no, don't cry, relax. I have good news" you look at Miles curiously. "what news?" you say whimpering. "I'm going to help you get out of here, I don't know when it will happen… but I'll help you" Quaritch says, as he adjusts a strand of your hair. You two make eye contact for a moment, and for the first time you could see how their expressions had relaxed. And you could notice the sincerity in their eyes.

Mo'at had always said that you had the ability to communicate with eywa, before moving to the aquatic clans. You and Kiri were apprenticed to Mo'at. You were learning how to prepare medicines, and how to connect with and interpret eywa decisions. Mo'at always said that you two were talented, that eywa had chosen you. This must be some kind of sign from eywa. "thank you" you say as you continue to look at him, miles blushes a little. "Are you blushing?" you laugh a little. "no, it's just that…" Quaritch tries to apologize, you push him a little and get comfortable on the bed. "Don't worry soldier… I awaken low passions in people." You laugh a little. "oh yeah, yeah …. such a player" he jokes with you, and pulls a small piece of candy out of his pants pocket. "Here's a Cinnamon candy, Lyle sent it to you" Miles hands it to you. "Mmm what is this?" you've never seen anything like this before. "It helps with nausea…and it tastes good" you take the wrapper off, pop it in your mouth. "hey …. I like it…ohhh" you feel the spicy taste in your mouth. "it stings a little, watch out" Quaritch laughs, as he watches you continue to eat. "I wish neteyam, was here and knew the news…he would be so happy" you say as Quaritch looks at you. "neteyam is a great man" You say as your gaze is lost somewhere.

Quaritch could see how in love you were, and could even notice the hint of sadness in your tone of voice. "you can stay longer with me, I don't want to be alone" Quaritch laughed, and settled closer on the bed. At that a lyle peeks through the blue curtain. "May I come in?" he asks, as he enters and sits in the chair next to the gurney. "Well… did you get the candy?" lyle asked. " yes, thank you… do you have any more of those?" you ask lyle, he bursts out laughing and starts digging through his pockets for more candy. Maybe they weren't the best people in the world, but at this moment they were to you.

Hours later you arrive at your room, still feeling sick. You are sure that the tests and everything that was happening was affecting you. And now…now you had a creature growing inside of you. You knew that these people were going to study more about the pregnancy, that they were going to do painful tests. But you had to take quaritch's word for it, he said he would help you get out of this place. You had no choice. You were a little bored and started looking in the drawers of the different closets to see what you could find, and you saw a little black box. It had a note written on it. "Here are more cinnamon candies, I brought you a whole bag… and there is a communicator, if you want… try to contact your family. You only have a few minutes, but I hope that helps. With love… Lyle" You opened the box as fast as you could, and it was true… there was the communicator. You laughed and ran to the bathroom, you didn't want anything to be seen by the cameras. You turned on the communicator and set the signal codes of the neteyam communicator. You had these devices, as Jake had taken them in one of the altercations he had with the people in the sky. Everyone in the family had one. Your hands were shaking, you could finally hear his voice after almost three weeks. The signal was very bad, so you climbed up on the toilet, near a small window. Trying to look for a signal. " Damn…connect!!!!" you curse, while still balancing.

Meanwhile at the refuge, spirits were low. The days were not the same. Neytiri tried to be strong, but couldn't help crying when she was alone. Loak, kiri, spider and tuk were trying to go about their daily lives, but it was almost impossible. Jake was losing his mind, every day….. He spent hours trying to figure out what to do to rescue you, with norm's help. But neteyam… was a lost cause, or so said neytiri. He would barely eat, he would wander around the common areas, he would go to the spirit tree to pray for your return. And he would return to the hut to sleep. Neytiri watched her son… he was lying on his side. As she comes closer. "neteyam dear, you have to eat something…" says neytiri stroking his hair. "mother, i don't want anything, i just want to be alone" he settles back in and turns his back to her. Neytiri knew this was a difficult thing for him, the separation of a couple… it was almost the same feeling of mourning. She couldn't stop what he was feeling, she just bent down and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "I love you… you know that. Y/N is fine, eywa is taking care of her" says neytiri, as she walks away. Neteyam is heartbroken, he was upset, he had anger, he was lost. He was about to sleep until he hears the sound of his communicator, this device is lying somewhere in the hut. At first he didn't think anything of it, but it wasn't until he heard a familiar voice that he gave it his full attention. Neytiri also heard the voice, they both ran to grab the device.

"Can anyone hear me?" you say on the other side of the device. Neteyam couldn't believe it, it was you. His heart raced, as he tried to speak. "ma y/n is that you!!!!? Where are you?" he was so excited, he didn't know what to say. "I'm at the base…I'm fine" you speak, and just by saying you were fine Neytiri felt a burden leave her shoulders, you were alive. Neytiri gestured to her son and went out to find Jake and the other family members. "I miss you, love" you speak trying to hold back your tears. "I do too, I swear I will come and get you… but you have to tell me where you are…" just as you were about to answer neteyam, jake enters the hut and takes the device in his hands". My precious!!! y/n how are you? where are you?" shouts jake, you could hear everyone talking at the same time. You knew everyone was scared, nervous. But they had to stay calm. "Please calm down! Listen to me" you speak, as you listen as everyone calms down and pays attention. "I don't have much time, but I'm fine, and I'm safe. They are going to help me get out of here, I don't know when it will be but I promise I will be back. Don't do anything, mom, dad… neteyam. Calm down, just… wait for me I promise" you say between sobs, you wanted to get out of here, you wanted to be with your family. Before jake could answer the call, he falls down. "y/n, Y/N, Y/N!!!" jake shouts into the communicator. DAMN!!! Now he was really frustrated. "I need to get this to norm, have him look for the location source" says jake, before leaving the shack. Neteyam accompanied his father to norm's lab.

"Norm, NORM" jake calls out to the boy, the boy was running some tests. " I'm here jake" shouts norm, from the other side of the lab. "Y/N talk to her …. We got in communication with her" says jake as he waves the communicator in his hand. " What do you mean you talked?" asks norm, he can't believe his ears. " Yeah, she talked to us over here… she told us she was okay. And that they would help her get off the base." Says jake, handing the device to norm. He runs to his computer and plugs it in. "we need to locate where the original audio location is" norm says, as jake looks at the screen. Neteyam is standing next to his father. On the computer screen comes up the location. "I knew it, base 12… it's a 2 hour plane ride from here, we have to" Neteyam interrupts Norm, "y/n told us not to do anything. Neteyam looks at his father, and then at Norm. "Well… it's the best we can do. That base is the biggest one in pandora, I don't want to imagine how secure it is. I imagine there will be someone in there who is on our side." Norm says, while placing an arm on Jake's shoulder. "we just have to wait for her to communicate again…" Norm speaks, as neteyam walks over to his father, and neteyam hugs him. "She's going to be okay, she's a strong girl… look at all the time she's been through and she's fine." Jake knows you're okay, but he's wondering who it is that's helping you.

AREA 12, northeast of pandora:

You lost the communicator signal. "Neteyam!!! NETEYAM!!!" you give a scream of frustration, as you get off the toilet. You drop to the bathroom floor, hug your knees and start crying. You didn't know if what Quaritch said was true, he may be lying to you to get closer to you and then pull you in. But something in you told you to trust and have confidence. Eywa would not tell you something false. But it was hard… you had heard neteyam's voice. The voices of your parents, and sisters. . Shit, you missed them. You couldn't even tell them you were pregnant. "you just have to be patient" you thought to yourself. Meanwhile…on the other side of the base.

"What did General Ardmore call us for?" asks Lyle to Miles, as they both walked to the briefing room. "I suspect it's about y/n's pregnancy, I can already imagine what they're going to do" Quaritch says, before entering the room he stops Lyle with his arm. "listen, whatever it is… let's just act normal. No one has to know what we're planning" Lyle nods his head and they both enter. As they entered they could see several doctors, scientists and General Ardmore sitting around already talking. "Welcome gentlemen…have a seat" says Ardmore. "Would you like something to drink?" she offers the soldiers, they refuse with their heads and sit down. Their tails wag back and forth, Lyle literally hides his tail under his thigh. "Well, Today's meeting is very important… as you may know the navi-human 'experiment 56' is pregnant." Speaks the general as she walks back and forth in the room. "Doctor Smith, how is it possible for that girl to be pregnant? Humans can't have navi offspring?" the woman asks. "well…technically experiment 56 shares similarities with the female navi body, although not the same it is similar. Yes, if nothing is complicated, this pregnancy would be of great importance. Never seen anything like this before. The girl is about a week pregnant, so we can't say much about the creature," says the doctor, while he continues talking nonsense, or so Quaritch thought.

He was sick of this meeting, the scientists and doctors kept talking about how great it would be if this baby was a hybrid and blah blah blah. "What do you think Colonel Miles?" asked General Ardmore. Quaritch didn't know what to say. "I think it's no big deal, it's just a baby." The less interest he gave that creature, the better. General Ardmore analyzed Quaritch's behavior and spoke." I would love for you to keep watching the girl" the woman says as she turns to look at the whole team. "We'll see how the pregnancy develops and we'll make a decision along the way, but this child is as important as the girl. That said the meeting is over, everyone back to work" General Ardmore watched as Quaritch got up and quickly left the room. She could have dared to swear she was seeing another man in the room. But she decided to ignore that fact and returned to her work.

Three months later…

It had been three months since you were at the base. Daily life was strange. But neteyam still hoped you would come back. They hadn't communicated with you since that one time. But they decided to take your advice and keep a low profile. Jake, on the other hand, was losing his patience, but he wanted to control himself. He didn't want to do something stupid and then regret it. It was night in Pandora, and everyone was already in the hut, since you were kidnapped Spider had become closer to the family, so he was helping Kiri to arrange everything for dinner. Today was your birthday… the navi didn't celebrate this holiday like the humans, but Jake did, so neytiri got into the habit of doing it with her children. They all gathered together in a circle. Neytiri prepared your favorite food, and decorated the place with the things you liked. Kiri put on your favorite top. Loak put your favorite beads in his hair. Meanwhile neteyam was holding the bracelet you shared in her hand. "She would have loved all this… "loak says, you could see her trying to hold back tears. Neteyam gave his arm a squeeze. "she'll be back, you'll see!!!" says neteyam, neytiri couldn't understand how he was so sure. It had already been three months and they hadn't heard from you. You could have died or you just couldn't communicate. But everything was uncertain. Still she gave her eldest son a smile. " ok, let's go eat…I'm sure wherever she is she is thinking of us too. We love you y/n" said jake. And they all followed him. Spider saw how kiri had tears coming down her cheeks, he put his hand on the girl's cheek. Spider took Kiri's hand and said, "Don't worry, she'll come back". "I know… it's hard to be without her. We've always been together." Kiri said, squeezing spider's hand. It was hard… but they still had hope.

And yes, you were celebrating your birthday, but alone in the cold room. Your small stomach was showing, you're sure this baby was going to be big. You were fine though, and so was your baby. You were still sad, you had your dinner in front of you. You were sitting on the floor… the room was dark. Shit… this was not what you expected. It wasn't until you saw the door to the room open. "May I come in?" asks Quaritch, holding something in his hands. You had to admit, he had become your only friend here at the base, him and Lyle. But you were much closer to Quaritch. He used to spend afternoons with you, take you for walks around the base and the surrounding area. You knew he had changed, something about him wasn't the same. Never in a million years, you thought you were going to be drinking coffee, or so Quaritch called it while talking about the things that had happened throughout their lives. They also talked about how the "human" Quaritch was a bad father, how he never cared for spider. You knew that the "now" Quaritch was not exactly spider's father, but you were excited to see him pay attention to you, as you talked about how great spider was. His tail was going back and forth. "do you think i'll ever meet him" asks miles. "well… if you want someday I'll introduce you to him. He's a great guy" Quaritch gives you a warm smile, and offers you more coffee.

"what's that?" you ask, as he comes over to your spot and sits with you on the floor. "it's a cake, it's something symbolic, I remembered you had told me today was your birthday… so here's your cake. " You watch as his tail swishes back and forth, as he places the cake on the floor right in front of you. "Lyle couldn't make it, but he told me he wishes you all the best and he was going to send you more candy later" You laugh a little, but Quaritch notices your sadness. "I know I promised you to get out of here, but security is stronger…but don't think I've forgotten what I promised you. Give me a little more time" he said as he took your hand and squeezed it a little. "go on…blow out the candle" you bend down a little and blow. "I know you will keep it…eywa told me" you look at him and he smiles back. It was already late at night and you had already eaten the cake. You were talking about everything. Your conversations were always about the things you did with neteyam and your family. You talked about how much you loved neteyam and how you hoped he knew about his son. How the connection with eywa worked and how everything was connected to each other. Quaritch didn't know if it was, the fact that he now shared a body equal to the inhabitants of this planet, or was it the simple fact that you were talking. That kept him so interested in everything you were telling him.

Dammit… he had a crush on you. But you don't belong to him, and you never will. He had promised to help you get out of here and get you back to being happy with your family. Miles was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice when you approached him and placed a hand on his chest. Noticing the contact, he looked at you. "I know you can hear her… and you can feel her. But you must accept it. After all you are not that man" you say. The moment was very intimate, for a moment he felt that someone else was talking to him. You saw how some tears ran down his cheeks. "Yes I do" miles puts his hand next to yours. "Accept her and she will guide you" you say as you settle back. There was a rather long silence. "And if I accept her what will happen?" miles asks as he looks at you curiously. "you will be able to understand everything and you will feel complete" you say while eating some cake. "and I could change my name?" you look at him curiously. "you don't like your name?" you ask him. "well… it's not bad. But I don't identify myself when I'm called by it" Quaritch says, you could notice his anguish face. "And if we think of other names…something like rukoy or " miles interrupts you and says " I like noah't" he says firmly while looking at you, with a smile on his face. "I like it, it's very nice". He laughs a little and starts talking. "but I'll take Miles Quaritch". There is a small comfortable silence. "but I'll give it to you" you look at him curiously as he continues to speak. "It will be a proof that you were able to change the heart of a cruel monster" Quaritch says, you get up and hug him. He hugs you back. "I accept that… but you're not a monster, and I didn't change anything" you say as you get comfortable. Quaritch looks at his watch, and slowly gets up. "yes you did little one" he gives you a smile, as he leaves the room. "See you tomorrow" Miles says goodbye. The door closes, and you decide to pick everything up and put it on the table. You stand there reflecting for a bit, wow everything was so weird. You go to the bathroom to get ready, you were getting used to it, you settle into bed and fall into sleep quickly.

Miles was walking down the halls, he felt a sense of happiness inside him, he couldn't understand the feeling, but he liked it. But that feeling was interrupted, when he heard the voice of General Ardmore talking to a scientist. He was passing by the testing area by accident, and he could hear how the two people were trying to keep their voices low. Quaritch didn't want to be a gossip, but… he sensed that you were the topic of conversation. And he wasn't wrong.

He was hiding at the edge of the door, grateful for the hearing ability he had from the navi. At first he could only hear something about how the development of the pregnancy was continuing. But the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. "When the girl is about four or five months old, we can get the baby out. The sooner we get it out, the better," Miles felt his blood boil, "but the girl could die, this is a high-risk pregnancy, I think it is better for the baby to be born naturally," said the scientist. General Ardmore raises her voice. "listen to me, they have offered me an amount of money, which you have no idea… it is enough to create another base just like this one in pandora and finish this civilization, and all I have to do is to take that creature out of the mother and send it to earth" said the woman coldly. "but she can die!!!" the scientist tried to rationalize with her. "you have one week, to get that creature out of the mother's womb, prepare it and send it to earth." General Ardmore said, walking out of the room. Quaritch ran back, and hide in a wall. Miles couldn't believe what he was hearing…he had to get you out of this place now. And I had to do it fast.

Pandora's light came quickly, lately the nights were getting longer and the days shorter. Or so Neytiri thought. Today she decided to get ready to hunt, she hadn't done it for a long time. With everything that was going on, she was barely in the right mood. But today she felt it was a perfect day… so she took her bow and left the hut. The whole family was still asleep. He climbed into his ikran and set off. For the past few months, neytiri had spent near the base, waiting for a miracle to happen. Today she decided to hunt close to the area, not close enough to be in danger. On the other hand, you were already ready in your room, you already had a routine. By your calculations, Miles would be here with breakfast in about 20 minutes. You fixed your hair, put on your clothes and waited.

"Listen carefully Lyle, you will go to the hunt testing area, you will take blood from a thanator and put them in this container" Quaritch hands a glass container to Lyle. "and we will meet in the back area, in the storage rooms" Lyle nods his head. "As you order colonel." Quaritch had a plan in place, you were leaving this base today. He was going to make quite a scene. Since he used to walk with you lately, and take walks around… he was going to say that a thanator attacked them and took you. In his plan you would die, so they wouldn't have to follow you when you escaped. While they were making that scene, you would fly away with their ikran. It had to be quick, every day at 7:00 in the morning a herd of ikran used to fly near the base, towards the mountains, so you would be confused with the others. he had everything so organized, he knew this was going to work perfectly. Quaritch walked towards your room, his steps were quick but normal. He didn't want to arouse any suspicion.

Miles enters your room, you notice that he has nothing in his hands. "hey…and my breakfast…" you complain, but he grabs your arm. "we have to go, you're going home today" you looked at Quaritch surprised, you couldn't believe it. "are you serious?" miles looks at you and gives you a smile. "come, walk with me…we have to disguise" on the way to the storage area, Quaritch told you the whole plan, and you thought it was perfect. "but why are you doing this suddenly?" you ask, it seemed strange, he's been telling you to give him time to figure out a plan and magically now he's got one. Quaritch stops dead in his tracks and looks at you. "Y/n I didn't want you to leave…I liked you. I was trying to extend your stay here. But I heard about the plans General Ardmore has." He pauses and takes a breath, you can see beads of sweat pouring from his face. Quaritch liked you?. "She wants to extract your baby and sell it. No matter if you die, they only care about your genetics, and I'm not going to let that happen" Quaritch finished speaking. "I… I don't know what to say" you say as you touch your swollen belly. Quaritch stretches out his hand for you to take and you accept it. You both continue walking to the storage area.

When you arrive there was Lyle and Quaritch's ikran. "All ready sir, the clothes are full of blood and I put them in an area near here. The crime scene is ready" Lyle says, as you approach Quaritch's ikran, wow it was a beautiful specimen, but how were you going to ride it. "What's with those cameras?" you point to some cameras that were on the edges of the building. "shit" grumbles Miles. Lyle laughs a little and speaks "don't worry, I went in for a moment and deactivated them, we have about 30 minutes, before they activate you again". Quaritch walks over to you and looks at you a little worried. "This is my ikran, it's called 'cupcake'."

~~~~~~~~~~ silence~~~~~~~~~~

Lyle lets out a laugh. "cupcake? Are you serious?" you can't help but laugh, such a majestic beast, and what a name he has. "hey, don't tease….. The name isn't everything" Quaritch says, as he prepares his ikran. "I can't do it?" you say, as you step away from the ikran. "Why?" asks Lyle, the time running out. The ikran herd will pass in about 6 minutes. "I could never fly one of these things!!!" you yell a little. "but you can bond with them" speaks lyle. "yeah, but he's giant…" Quaritch kneels down and holds you by the shoulders. "well there's no time for that…it's now or never, little girl. Take good care of yourself, have your baby and take care of cupcake" You look into his eyes, and you could see the tears building up. "eywa has big plans with you, when you're ready…we'll be waiting for you." You say to Miles, then you look at Lyle. "And you too" You give Quaritch a big hug. "thank you" you see how he looks at you and hugs you back. "thank you to you" Quaritch says. You swear to see Lyle wipe his eyes. Quaritch removed a necklace with some badges on it from his neck, as well as Lyle. "Take this, it's for you to remember us" Miles says as he places the necklaces around your neck. "I love you guys so much" You smile, trying not to cry. "Go, go!!!!" Quaritch helped you up, You took your braid and connected it to the ikran. You had something special, the animals never got agitated with you." take care of cupcake!!!" shouts Quaritch, The two men walk away from the beast, while you start the flight. At that very moment the ikran herd are passing and you join him.

"You did well…. Very good" Lyle taps his boss on the shoulder. "We did good" Quaritch looks off into the distance, as you walk away. He still thinks you are the most beautiful creature he could have ever met. You look back, you couldn't believe it, you were free. You stroked the ikran and when you were far enough away from the base, you drifted to your destination. Your home.

After flying for a while you felt a little tired, this pregnancy was killing you with fatigue. And you felt that the ikran was getting uncomfortable because of your tiredness. So you decided to land on a tree, the landing was a success. "you saw that cupcake, I'm quite the expert" cupcake taps you on the head. You didn't have much time to celebrate, as you heard that distinguished noise. It was a shout, low but very firm. It was your mother's call, she used to do it to communicate with you, or when she went hunting. You couldn't believe it, she was close enough. You got down from the tree carefully and entered the forest. You were walking little by little following the noise. Until you saw in the distance, the figure of Neytiri, you wanted to cry, to scream… she was right there. Neytiri hadn't realized that you were right behind her. She was about to make her shot, when she felt something hugging her feet. When she looked down and saw you, her breath caught. "Mom, I got lost," you say, knowing she would remember that reference. Neytiri knelt down and hugged you. You could feel and hear her crying. "oh, thank you eywa… thank you!!!! My daughter has come home" neytiri kept hugging you, you shared her feelings. She pulled back, to look at your face, she was caressing your face. Until she looked at the bulge forming on your belly over the strange clothes you were wearing. "What is this?" neytiri put her hand on your belly. You lift up your shirt and show her your belly. "I am pregnant… neteyam" she looks into your eyes and you can see how neytiri's hand runs to her mouth, she is surprised. And she hugs you again. They were like that for about 10 minutes, it was a lot of information to process. "Let's go home!!!" says neytiri. "let me call cupcake "neytiri looks at you curiously." Cup…cupcake?" you look up at her, before whistling and the creature approaches the tree. "Mom, it's a long story."

Meanwhile back at the base…

Lyle and Quaritch called the rescue squad, they had reported a thanator attack. When the squad arrived, they looked at how the clothes were torn and full of blood, there was no trace of anything. "uhhh gross, it ate her completely" said one of the soldiers, while they were doing the routine tests. Quaritch was called to General Ardmore's briefing room. "What the fuck happened? You had a mission" said the general, not letting Quaritch fully enter the room. "Sorry general, but it wasn't that fast. We were taking a walk…you yourself authorized me to do off-base activities. And that creature came out of nowhere, I tried to stop it. But I didn't succeed, you know these creatures are very dangerous. I called the emergency team as fast as I could," Quaritch defended himself, good heavens… he was very good at lying. "What the hell are we going to do now? What am I going to do now?" says the general, while still cursing. "They couldn't find anything, the body is missing, he swallowed her whole. Poor girl, she had a great future" says Quaritch, while holding his waist. He was waiting for some response from the general. "'Miles… just go back to your station. Thank you" she says as she walks away towards her office. Quaritch leaves the room, as he pulls out of his pocket a seashell you had given him and a cinnamon candy. "I hope you are fine… little one" he says as he walks over to where his team is.

The trip to the shelter was short, you could feel your stomach turning, you were sure it wasn't the baby. It was just the nerves of seeing your family…and seeing neteyam. You two arrive, neytiri gets down from her ikran quickly and helps you down from yours. The first to notice who had arrived was tuk, the girl ran as fast as she could, "Y/N!!!!" she cried as she hugged you and cried. You were sure you would cry a lot today. Tuk dragged you towards the hut. As the girl dragged you, you noticed how everyone looked at you and waved. You saw someone run to the labs, you were sure they were going to tell Norm. As you entered the hut, you saw that Kiri, Loak and Spider were there. The boys looked at you and couldn't control themselves not to cry and ran to you. "You're here…I can't believe it" cries Kiri while hugging you. Loak didn't say anything and kept hugging you. "I knew you were coming back" says spider as you give him a tight hug. "You're still alive spider!!!" you say, all this time you thought he died. "well yes…here I am" he hugs you back. But then he notices something peculiar, just like your brothers. "are you…here's a baby?" asks loak, as he lifts the shirt off your belly. "yes…it's neteyam's" you look at your brothers, this made kiri start to cry more. The girl hugged your belly, while saying adorable things. "move aside… I want to hug her too" loak pushes kiri. These two were about to start arguing, until neytiri scolds them. " your sister has just arrived and you are already fighting!" Neytiri shouts. Spider laughs, and loak sticks his tongue out at kiri. You were so happy, you had missed them so much.

Out of nowhere, an agitated Jake walks in, he stands in the doorway of the hut in shock, he can't believe you were there. "Dad, I'm here" you say as you walk towards him. Jake walks over and carries you off the ground. "watch out!!!" complains neytiri. "my pretty girl, my sweet girl…. are you here!!!" jake looks into your eyes, as he examines you. And pauses, and then looks at you. "yes, she is pregnant" neytiri says. Jake hugs you again. "The important thing is that you are here!!!" jake keeps hugging you, and placing kisses on the top of your head. "we have to celebrate" says neytiri, as she joins in the hug. You were tiny in height, so your parents covered you completely. "I can't breathe!!!" you say, as Jake and Neytiri walk away laughing. You could see neytiri's smile, that smile… you loved her. You knew she was very happy. "mom, where is neteyam?" you asked her. " he is in the tree of spirits….. go, you are going to give him a big surprise" neytiri adjusts your hair a little bit. "hey, whose ikran is that?" asks jake, as he looks at the beast from the entrance of the hut. "it's mine… dad, it's a long story. It was given to me by a great friend" you say, as you run out of the hut. You want to see neteyam, then you would talk to your parents.

"Did they give it to her? The ikran can't only have one rider" jake asks neytiri. "yes, but… I don't know what to tell you" neytiri gives her partner a smile. She's too happy to worry about it. You go running to the soul tree, you had taken off your annoying shoes and could feel the grass under your feet. How you had missed all this… In the distance you saw the tree. And you kept getting closer.

Neteyam was sitting, he used to spend most of his time here. You came closer and could see him. His back was to you, he looked thinner and you swore he was taller. Neteyam had not noticed your presence, until you spoke. "Neteyam…" he looked up and saw you there. He stayed still for a while, he thought it was a game of his mind. He didn't move until he saw you waving your arms. "hello… ma nete" he interrupts you with a quick movement, he had knelt down in front of you and wrapped his arms around you. " ma y/n, you came back to me" you felt his tears fall on your shirt, you wrapped your arms around his head. " neteyam look at me" you took his face in your hands. you could see his dark circles under his eyes, how tired he was. Your poor neteyam, your dear neteyam. "You know I always come back to you" you pull him closer and give him a little kiss. Neteyam pulls you closer to him. It was not a perverse kiss, it was a kiss of "you have given me back my life" you separated from him to analyze his face. "So how come you're here? How did it happen?" asks Neteyam, checking every part of your body. You keep quiet for him to figure it out himself. The first thing he notices is the strange clothes you are wearing. And as he runs his hands down your side, he senses something in particular. You take his hand and bring it to your belly. "It's our baby, I'm about 3 months pregnant" neteyam was silent and then spoke. "That was at …." He asked, you reached over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. " yes, sir…. That day" neteyam hugged you again. you could see how his tail was wagging with excitement, his ears were perked up. Just then, loak arrives. "I don't want to interrupt you guys…but they're looking for you," says loak, as he approaches you. You knew he was happy too. You could see it on his face. Neteyam stood up and took your hand. When you approached loak, you also took his hand.

You went to the shelter, and you saw how everyone was preparing a party to welcome you. Kiri approached you and took you to the mo'at hut. When the woman saw you, she hugged you… and kissed you on the forehead. And said a few words to eywa. Kiri was already taking out of a drawer, an outfit that she had prepared for you. It was very beautiful, it had beautiful stones and corals. The women helped you take off your human clothes, while they dressed you in your new outfit. Mo'at caressed your belly, while drawing some white dots around it. It was a symbol of love and welcome to the new member of the clan. Kiri brushed your hair, you couldn't help crying a little. You missed these moments and here you were. Neytiri entered the hut and approached you. "Look… these are the items I wore during my pregnancies. They were mama mo'at's, then they were mine and now they are yours. When it is kiri's turn…she will inherit them from you" she says as she places them around your neck. "Mom don't say that… I'll never have a baby" complains Kiri, as she continues to fix your hair. "thank you mom" you caress her face, she leans into your touch.

When you came out of the hut, you could see that everyone was dancing and partying. Loak and neteyam were with their father. Spider was playing with tuk. And next to you were kiri and neytiri. They walked over to where everyone was. You looked beautiful, the men of the family looked at you with so much love. Jake took your hand and sat you right next to him. Neteyam sat on the other side of you and wrapped his tail around your belly. "Well family… now we are together" says Jake. You want to memorize this moment, everyone was together. Even spider was there…everyone. And they were happy. You feel neteyam give you a kiss just above your head. "i love you."

It was already very late and the party was over. You went back to the hut. Jake started asking you what happened in that place, and how you escaped. You told him the whole story, how Quaritch and Lyle had taken care of you and helped you get off the base. Jake couldn't believe what you were telling him. "y/n those men are dangerous," says Jake. "dad…they are not those men from before. Eywa has changed them. You have to believe me," you say as you look at him intently. Everyone in the family is listening. Neytiri looks at Jake. "It's okay… the important thing is that you are here and you are safe" jake gives your arm a squeeze. No one in the family was going to question what happened, they knew you had the ability to communicate and understand Eywa's decisions.

Everyone lay down to sleep, you and neteyam were lying together. His hand was on your belly. For the first time in three months, he was going to sleep in peace. The quietness of the hut was more than evident. "hey ma neteyam?" you say softly. "mmm?" neteyam's eyes are already closed. "how is my ilu Hì'i ? you have taken care of her, haven't you?" you ask, he can't believe you are asking that. "she is on the beach… she is fine and has eaten every day" says neteyam settling down to continue sleeping. "you saw that I have an ikran, miles gave it to me" you keep talking, neteyam couldn't be happier, for the first time in his life he didn't care that you were still talking. He wanted to keep hearing your voice all his life.

6 months later…

Your baby was born, he was a healthy baby, and he was completely navi, the only thing he had was the 5 fingers, someone that you, kiri, Jake and loak. They were all in the mo'at hut. Since you had returned things had slowly normalized. You were able to return to your old home in the forest, and the altercations with the humans were less. You knew Quaritch had something to do with this whole issue, and you were grateful for it…he was keeping his promise. "Let me see," said Neytiri as she took the child from your arms. You were tired…the delivery was difficult and painful, but you were fine. Neytiri held the baby carefully while jake took his little hand. "look at that…. Just like mom and grandpa. Welcome to the fraternity!!!" he said a little excited. Neteyam was next to you, he was stroking your hand. "thank you, love…" he said as he came up to your face, to give you a kiss on your cheek. Loak came in with spider and tuk. "make way… uncle loak wants to see his baby" neytiri hands him the baby. "watch out, loak if it happens to him…" says neteyam, as he gets up and goes to where his brother. Kiri had approached you, she was taking care of you. "hey, take it easy." Says spider, as he looks at the baby. "he is very beautiful!!!" spider looks at you, and you give him a smile. "now, hand over my son" neteyam says, taking the newborn out of his little brother's arms and carrying him to you. You take him, and neteyam settles down next to you. In fact, the whole family is sitting around you. "What are you going to name him?" neytiri asks you. You look at your son, keep silent for a moment, laugh a little and then speak. "his name will be… noah't".

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Paring : Recom Colonel Miles Quaritch x human fem!reader

Tags : smut, masterbation (m), piv, hair pulling, spanking, age difference (reader is a legal adult) smut with no plot.

Summary:

First time doing doggy style, Miles finds out the reader has a tramp stamp and couldn't be anymore turned on by it.

Hurrying to his room; 2000 sharp, that's what Miles had said, and you didn't want to disappoint.

Knocking three times, you waited for a response, an acknowledgment that you were there waiting. If your ears weren't trained to pick up on the slightest sounds out in Pandora's forests, you probably wouldn't even have heard the grunt coming from inside the room.

Letting yourself in, the door gently closed behind you with a soft click. "Clothes off, on the bed." The blue man, well avatar, sitting at his desk facing away from you had said. Not being told twice, you peeled off your shirt, throwing it to the ground, as you made your way over to the large bed. Next, your shoes and socks that you had toed off. Followed by your pants and panties in one go. Lastly, as you kneeled on the bed, you removed your bra to expose your breasts; finally leaving you completely naked.

You hadn't even realized, nor had you heard, miles get up from his spot in his chair, taking a couple of steps forward to reach you until you felt his hand trace over your lower back. At first, you thought he was taking his time to just feel you until he commented on that hearted wing shaped tattoo on your back.

"Well, if you look at that." He mumbled to himself. "Such a naughty girl, wanting men's come all over you. Such a slut, ain't you."

"Only for you, Colonel." You couldn't help but whine out. "Damn right!" He exclaimed. After a few breaths, he continued, "We're going to do something different tonight." He hadn't asked but told. He demanded, in that same voice he uses out in the field. You couldn't help but just whimper pathetically in fear of what's to come. Now, sex wasn't something new to both of you necessarily. Both of you were just used to doing it with you sitting on a desk for a quicky or with you sitting in his lap while he took control.

Miles was quick to push you down to where your chest was smashed up against the bed. Face down, ass up, you waited in anticipation. That's when you feel the warm hands of your Colonel prodding at your entrance, which makes you whine like a dog. It takes a few heartbeats before he finally pushes his fat, long, blue fingers into you. You gasp in response. Though you have done this many times with him, it never ceases to surprise you at the stretch.

After a few minutes of him fucking you with his fingers, he finally pulls out. His fingers glistened with your wetness as he moved them to his mouth to suck it all off. He growls like a stray dog. "Taste so sweet, baby." He couldn't help but say, making you whimper.

You finally heard the rustle of his pants as he unzipped them and pulled his cock out. Not looking back at him, for you always moved away once you saw how big he was. No matter how many times you had done this. Miles spits on his hand and gently rubs it up and down his shaft. Without warning, he was quick to slam into you; making you yelp like a hurt animal in surprise and pain. Getting used to his size and girth was always difficult, but the pain soon turned into pleasure as he kept thrusting into you.

You came not once but twice within the time he pulled out and made quick and hard strokes on his cock. Looking back at him, at the sight was almost enough to make you come again. Almost. With just a few more stokes, he came all over your lower back. Your tramp stamp.

Sitting there for a few seconds, just trying to catch your breath, you look back at miles with droopy eyes and red face. He had groaned, looking you in the eyes. "Such a good girl. You did so well." He praised.

Slumping down to the bed to lay flat, you just lay there, gathering your thoughts. Feeling him massage you back, you relaxed even more. Until you realized that he was spreading his cum all over your tramp stamp. You blushed, whining.

He eventually pulled off of you and walked to the bathroom to hit the showers. Leaving you laying there.

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timetravellingshinigami · 11 months

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barleyo · 10 months

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Shower Head.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Sorry if this seems a little rushed! I hope you all enjoy it. By the way, I’m slowly figuring out how to set up a proper tag list, as I’ve noticed a few people have been asking to be put on one, so don’t be afraid to comment or message me, and I’ll be sure to add you in for my future works!

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Tags: Shower sex, inappropriate use of a shower head, water pressure play, humiliation, human reader, interspecies sex, human x Recom Na’vi, p in v, slight nipple play

Tagged Users: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

(Y/N) rarely used the RDA Base’s gym, as it was occupied by the recombinant soldiers and the colonel during the day, and she would have hated to bother them. She would usually steer clear from it, until she decided to start going at night. Nobody was ever there, and it was convenient for her to head to the small gym after her day in the lab and after eating her dinner. It was also especially nice that the gym had its own single shower that she could use and have all to herself in the later hours of the night.

After one of her late-night sessions, (Y/N) made her way into the bathroom in the back of the gym, connected to it by a door. It was small, only having enough room for a shower and dresser to place her shoes, clothes, bag, and towel on. Digging through her bag, she grabbed a bar of soap and a white washcloth, and softly closed the door, forgetting to twist the lock.

She hummed as the hot water hit her skin. Her entire body was aching and sweaty; the water felt like heaven. She ran her hands over her body, feeling her wet skin. Taking her soap and washcloth, she lathered herself in soap, forming little bubbles all over her body. (Y/N) massaged her soapy, strained limbs, still tense from her exercise.

She rinsed herself and went to turn the water off until she eyed the shower head. She thought about doing it since her first trip to the gym, the second she noticed that it was detachable.

“Hm, just this once,” she said to herself. It had been a while since she had been able to touch herself, so she thought it would be alright. What better time than now? She had privacy in the shower at least, unlike in her shared dorm.

Pulling the nozzle down, she fidgeted with the settings. She found a strong, almost pulsating option. She steadied herself against the wall, lifting one of her legs to rest it on a shelf. Her hand was shaky as she aimed the water to hit her clit. She didn’t know if the pressure was too powerful, or if she was too needy from her recent lack of pleasure, but at that moment, it did not matter to her. All that mattered was the sharp coil that was tightening in her stomach.

“Hello?” Loud banging on the door sounded in the room, the voice sounding muffled. “God damn it, hurry up in there.”

(Y/N) dropped the shower head out of shock, clenching her thighs together when the friction of the water against her clit was lost. She cursed under her breath. “Yeah, one second,” she hollered over the sound of the water.

She quickly aimed the water back to her cunt, feeling how close she was. She sighed as the water hit past her lips, landing directly onto her swollen bud.

While (Y/N) continued, Miles grew impatient while standing outside of the door, only wearing a towel around his waist. He beat the door again, not hearing a response from the other side. It was late, and all he wanted was to shower and head to his own bed.

Usually, he would have just used the communal showers, but the gym was much closer to his room, and he was too exhausted to go any further than he needed to go.

“What a fucking asshole,” Quaritch said to himself, still banging on the door. “Hurry up.”

He tried to twist at the doorknob, and to his surprise, it was unlocked. His eyes widened and he slipped into the room. He opened his mouth to tell (Y/N) off until he heard something from behind the curtain. His ears went back as he listened closely. A small whine came from the girl, ragged and breathless.

Smirking to himself, he crept his hand to the curtain and suddenly pulled it to the side.

“What the fuck?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, throwing the shower head at Miles. “Colonel Quaritch, what the fuck are you doing? Get out!”

His eyes scanned over her body, paying special attention to her soaked thighs. “So, this is what you were doing?” He caught the nozzle and aimed it at the floor of the shower.

“What? What are you talking about?” She grabbed the curtain and covered her body with it, poking her head out to talk to him, face warm and looking thoroughly embarrassed.

“While I’m out there freezin’ my ass off, you’re in here getting your rocks off with a shower head? Really?” He asked, teasingly, enjoying as her face reddened at his words. “That desperate?”

“I am not desperate,” she said with a shaky breath.

“Yeah, well, that ain’t what it sounded like.” He grabbed her towel and handed it to her. “Now, if you’d get out, I’d appreciate taking a shower of my own. That is, if there’s any hot water left after what you been up to.”

Shrinking away from his gaze, she took the towel and wrapped it around herself, got out and walked over to the door. She held the doorknob and quickly turned around to offer an apology. Her eyes caught a look at his large body. Miles spared no time dropping his towel. Getting in nearly the second (Y/N) got out, he was reaching to close the curtain when he saw her eyes on him.

She stared at him for a few seconds, unsure on what to do as her eyes naturally fell to his length. She brought her eyes back up to be met with Quaritch’s eyes on her as well.

“You havin’ fun over there? Maybe you should take a picture, it’ll last you a lifetime.”

She opened her mouth but had nothing to say to him in response.

“Hm? What, you embarrassed that I caught you lookin’? That’s alright, you can look. Or maybe you wanna come over here and touch instead?”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling more exposed than when she was actually naked. “No, it’s just–”

“Just that you’re still worked up? C’mere.” Quaritch reached his arm out to her in the small room and grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shower with him. Pulling her towel off, he threw it on the floor.

She let him trap her in his arms, feeling her back flush against his chest.

“Mean of me to interrupt you earlier, huh?” He took the nozzle and slowly inched it over to her cunt, barely hitting the outside of it with the stream. “Can I make it up to you?”

“Mhm, yes,” she said, leaning her head back into his chest, inadvertently swaying her hips and catching his dick with her ass.

“Hold still,” Miles said, gripping (Y/N)’s thigh with his big hand, keeping her in place while he brought the surge of water in between her legs. He felt her leg tense under his hand and removed it, instead bringing his hand up to her chest. He took a nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger.

When he drew circles over her clit with the water, (Y/N)’s hips were quick to follow, chasing the feeling she had been itching for.

“Can you–?”

“Hm?”

“Inside? Can I take you inside of me?”

He chuckled and pushed her body forward a bit, just enough to be able to angle himself into her walls. She winced at the stretch, although the pressure from the shower head had made her wet, his cock still made for a tight fit in her.

Quaritch attached the head to its proper spot and turned his focus on using the pads of his fingers on her clit. He ran his fingers jaggedly over the nub, roughly dragging over it while lurching deeper into her. His thrusts were shallow and teasing, barely letting her sink to the halfway mark of his length before pulling out.

(Y/N) yelped as his thrusts became rougher and more indulgent. Drops of water and slick dripped down her thighs and pooled to the floor every time he pulled out, slowly leaking out of her like a faucet.

“I can feel how you’re tensing up on my cock,” Quaritch groaned. “Gonna cum soon, I know you are. You needy lil’ thing.”

“Yes, need you so bad,” she sobbed, eyes watering from her approaching climax.

His circles on her clit became messier, and his pace was rushed. The sound of his skin slapping against hers mingled with the high, breathy moans and nonsense sentences that came from (Y/N).

“Fuck, hold still.” He pulled out and fisted his cock, pumping it quickly. Miles hissed and bit his lip, his sharp teeth drawing blood. Finally, thick spurts of cum painted the back of (Y/N)’s thighs. “Christ…”

Her hands traveled down to her own heat. “Colonel, I’m close–” she whined and felt her legs tense up when she came. Her eyebrows knitted together as she bit back a moan, instead focusing on trying to hold herself up while her cunt still fluttered and clamped around nothing. “Mmph..”

A still panting Miles wiped his cum off of her and grabbed her towel, wrapping it over her shoulders.

“Go a-ahead and get outta here, girl,” his chest heaved as he spoke, “I actually have to shower now.”

“You know, I could possibly stay with you and help you get cleaned up,” she said, half-asking.

He shook his head and smiled, placed a hand on her shoulder, turned her around and pushed her out of the shower. Miles swatted her ass lightly to send her off.

“Cleaned up? Any shower with you would just make me feel dirtier. Maybe next time. See you later, hun.”

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