#miles quaritch x afab reader

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

jake sully + breeding/pregnancy kink hcs~

a bit of fluffy smut, enjoy lovelies <3

song rec while reading: i see who you are - instrumental (björk)

• lying in each other's arms, sat not too far from the communal bonfire; you could see friends and family all around you from the secluded spot you were in

• most of the children were asleep at this late hour, but some gently sleeping babies and their mothers sat around the hearth, sharing stories with their sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers

• the dark of night contrasted with the warmth and yellowish hues from the burning embers, smiles and sleeping faces, alongside quiet laughs and chatter echoed off of the inner cave walls

• you'd felt especially restless all day, the only thought tiding you through the chores and work being this moment; sat with your head to jake's chest, nuzzled up into his neck; your face was turned ever so slightly to the side, taking in the sight before you

• usually the urge to fly, jump and run was enough to keep you distracted from this, but today the still of the little hours of the night with the steady beat of jake's heart was enough to remind you: this was home, and so was he

• the seed of hope in making it permanent had been developing as you immersed and integrated yourself more and more into the na'vi culture; your shared bond with jake only strengthening, and the yearning to share your love in new and more meaningful ways grew in your mind and heart

• looking out to the circle of na'vi huddled close together, sharing songs and stories, your eyes naturally inclined to those expecting; some mothers were yet to have their children of course, younger in stature and skin tone, their bellies swollen and full, usually their mates by their side; the sight made your heart flutter, and a small smile grace your features

• jake noticed this, of course; you'd been much quieter than usual, although the way your body relaxed into him intimated that this quiet was of no alarm - he'a merely been glancing down every so often to your form, curled up in his arms as he traced patterns on your hips and upper thighs

• your expression of an almost warm-hearted wistfulness caught him off-guard, though; usually you were asleep by now, breaths deeper and body heavier in his arms. this time your eyes were cast to the group sat about the fire nearby, your lips briefly pursing in thought only to grow back into a small smile

• using his index and middle fingers, jake ever so gently lifted your face up to his by your chin, taking in your softened sleepy features, whispering a quiet "...what's on your mind, babygirl?"

• sitting up a little further, you wrapped your arms around either side of his neck, lightly stroking the soft braid, brushing any stray hairs away from his face, behind his ears; jake's arms snaked their way around your waist, his eyes flicking up and down your form in curiosity

• you'd then proceeded to express what filled your thoughts; being human and working at the base in pandora, the probability of having any children was low. but your life was so different now; even your body was made of completely different components - all that was you was your mind, and whatever you wanted it to be was now up to you; unconstrained by human rules and physical limits

• at your words, jake made sure to listen closely; his earnest little tail flicks and swivelled ears making sure to pay attention, as you continued to express how you felt the increasing urge to have a family; and how the prospect of being pregnant was especially appealing to you

• the idea of being so claimed by someone, in such an intimate way; enough to change your whole body once more, not only for your baby, but for your mate. giving him a family, and the mutual respect and love that such a shared act represents, it made your heart swell

• jake's gently widened eyes and small open-mouthed smile only affirmed your words, giving you the confidence to continue, almost whispering your confession, "..i just...i want to have that with you, if you wanted it too...i don't have it in me to fight something so instinctual...i'd have your babies, i want them...with you."

• as you subtly began to gyrate your hips into his now slowly hardening length, jake's expression only deepened as he nodded along to you; your words almost washing over him and sending him into a trance. you wanted children, and to mother, and best of all..with him. you wanted his children

• paired with your now growing arousal, and lightly rocking your form against his, he could tell that this captivated you in more ways than one. his mind shifting from a place of pride and sentimentality, to that of lust and an intimate kind of eroticism at your proposed prospect

• he'd have no quarrel with fucking you deep, watching as you swell full with his child; jake sighed out at the thought, "ah, i see..must mean you want a daddy too, huh. a daddy and his babygirl, mmhm?", your now more desperate grinds only increased the heat between you, the proximity beginning to rile the both of you up

• "..yes..but really..w'na be a mama.." you'd let out, eyes flickering back and forth between his emerald orbs and the ground; your flustered form couldn't be masked even by the enthusiasm you showed at the idea of starting a family

• letting out a feigned-innocent hum of approval, jake nuzzled his face closer to yours, understanding what you really meant - maybe the family was in the future, but your current state: pussy wet, pupils dilated, hips circling hard into his cock, was more interested in the prospect of making the babies, rather than rearing them

• "..ahh, ok..so my babygirl wants to be a mommy, and wants mommy and daddy to make babies, am i right?..protect their family..take care of each other?..well shit, sweetheart", he'd keen, already knowing the answer through your eager nods, the little high-pitched whine that escaped your lips, and your eyebrows contorting in weakly hidden arousal

• jake was fully on board with this idea of course, but took great satisfaction in watching your squirms of pleasure at the fantasy; sliding a hand down to your cloth-covered entrance, he moved the material to the side, sliding in his swollen cock; there'd usually be more foreplay, but feeling how much of your juices were already dripping from you, he took little more time in riling you up

• making sure to be out of direct sight from those at the fire, he gently scooted both of you deeper into the shadowed corner of the cave; once fully-sheathed inside your clenching, wet pussy, jake began to gently pump in and out of you;

• hips bucking rhythmically into you, your hips matching his speed as you rode him in equal fervor; in between desperate chesty groans, jake continued to gasp out, "..ffuck..you w-want a baby, sweetheart? i'll give it to you, i'll give it...ah-ah, fffuck..",

• "so t-tight for me..must've really wanted this, hm?..mommy wants daddy's seed, deep inside, right? m'gonna fuck it nice and deep for you babygirl, don't worry..sh-shit..", as his hips pushed deeper into you, his head leaned back on the cold stone wall, eyes clasped shut from the way your pussy constricted around his pulsing length

• all the while your hushed moans echoed in his ears, as you wantonly nodded to his lustful words; knowing just how much you wanted his babies, he was going to make damn sure you got them.

:,)

#this is actually fluffy?? idk what's going on #maybe it's my period that's due #that cycle shit makes me pregs!obsessed for like a week straight sometimes #lying in bed wishing i was pumped full and doted on by a daddy aaaaaaaaa help #also hope u enjoyed! #more dialogue heavy #so lmk if that's good/bad as i'm a little insecure abt my dialogue writing 😬🫠 #+i tried the music rec whilst reading; lmk your thoughts pls! :) #jake sully headcanons #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar x reader #avatar smut #miles quaritch x afab reader #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #colonel catboy quaritch #colonel quaritch #recom quaritch #avatar recom quaritch #tonowari smut #tonowari #tsu'tey smut #na'vi smut #na'vi x reader #jake sully fluff

[plzfeedmebread]

What Do I Tell My Friends Family?

Word count: 5086

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speak of the Devil and so shall She appear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I—I—want…”

“SAY IT.”

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

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

“Well, aren’t you just sweet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Delicious, thank you for the meal.”

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

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

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

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

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

He looks down at you, eyes meeting yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That does it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room is gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your neck?

Oh.

OH!

Oh no…

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

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#colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #human miles quaritch #na'vi reader #miles quaritch x you #colonel quaritch x reader #rare pairing #interspecies #dead dove do not eat #older man younger woman #avatar smut #human x na'vi #reader insert #female reader #afab reader #adult only #Spotify #what do i tell my family

[woodspr1te]

possessive!miles quaritch headcanons

summary: miles quaritch often makes his claim on you known… not that you really mind

warning: (poorly done) nsfw content ahead. also written with x afab!reader in mind, and includes several afab terms. vague? angst for like 3 seconds.

this man has lost everything, so when it comes to you??? he’s not taking any chances

constantly says something about you being his, even in the most normal of conversations....

lyle’s bothering you? he’s promptly told off with a “wainfleet. leave my woman alone.” 

AND GOD FORBID ANYONE EVER MAKES A COMMENT TOWARDS YOU 

the immediate eyebrow crease when he hears it. his ears tilt down, and flatten against his head. he grips the person’s shoulder as tight as possible, practically crushing it. his smile is almost lethal by itself with the amount of fang it shows, as he leans closer to them. “say another word about my girl again, and i’ll make sure any na’vi arrows are the least of your worries” 

keeps you basically pressed against him at all times. hands on your waist, gripping your ass, entangling your fingers in his... this list is endless

his favorite thing to do of all time is to press himself against you whenever you’re doing something. burying his face into your neck and nuzzling as close as he can while he breathes in your scent

he also enjoys grinding his hips against you while he presses gentle kisses to the back of your neck, hoping to get some attention

needy needy NEEDY man. i said what i said

he’s so desperate 24/7 honestly this man is a slut for you

the amount of times you’ve come back to your home with miles’s pants on the floor and him fucking his fist is unreal

you’ll watch from the doorway as he fists his cock, his tip an angry purple hue with precum leaking out

he’s already panting, making full eye contact as he mumbles out “get your ass over here so i can cum on those pretty tits, baby”

he has a thing for marking you with his cum

you’re lucky if you leave the room without smelling like sex for the next year, body aching from the number he does on you

has a thing for scenting you too. literally will rub his head and neck all over your body to cover you in his scent so others know you’re spoken for.

his recom body goes through heat? even worse. you’re literally unable to be seen for a week, and he’s constantly pumping you full of his cum

he won’t let you get up for a while after you both finish. his arms are caging you in tight as he presses butterfly kisses to your shoulder, sucking your skin lightly and nipping so it’ll bruise

he marks you UPPPPPPP like to the max

nothing can ever cover them up. and if you wear na’vi clothing? good luck.

your hips have faint fingertip marks all the time. it’s practically part of your skin now from how hard he grips them when bouncing you on his dick

HICKEYS. he has the mind of a teenage boy sometimes okay and all he cares about is everyone seeing how good you let him make you feel

bite marks. miles puts those teeth to use, okay. they litter the inside of your thighs and hip bones. he enjoys watching you squirm as he marks you up, especially when he’s taking his time eating you out

you cum on his fingers once when he bites your hip? he’ll do it every time from then on

prides himself on how good he makes you feel. when he’s fucking you from the back and you’re crying out for him, he’ll pull you up against his chest, wrapping his arm around you. then, he’ll make you tell him how good it feels or you don’t get to cum

you comply?? he’ll make you do it over and over. “who’s my good little slut?” “you like the way i make you feel? tell me how good this dick is.” “such a good girl, my good girl.” “nobody else is ever gonna give you this. only i can fuck you like this, right princess?”

YOU’RE A BRAT??? good luck. he will make you beg and then overstim you to eywa and back. “only good girls get to finish. you think you’ve been my good girl?” “tell me you’re mine and i’ll think about letting you cum.” “who does this pussy belong to? that’s fucking right. me. say it.”

fucks you in front of mirrors so you can see how well he fits inside you. loves to fuck you with your hands pressed against the glass as he grips your throat and murmurs “you see that sloppy little cunt? look at how perfect it fits around me. look at how good you take my cum”

has a big thing for cockwarming and aftercare cuz he really loves you. runs his hands up and down your body, kissing your head as he mumbles how proud you made him and how you’re his sweet girl. makes sure to press all of his cum back into you, and presses a little bit down on your clit every time he does just to be a fucking tease.

he just wants to know you’ll love him for the rest of time and that he’s yours. as much as he loves hearing you say you’re his, he needs to know he belongs to you as well

you even jokingly tell him he’s your big, strong mate? he’s literally purring, tail swishing back and forth with happiness.

has such a strong urge to protect you. places his body in front of yours when there’s a suspicious noise. won’t let you out of his sight for a second.

miles LOVESSSSS when you seem like you need him. can’t sleep and you wake him up for comfort?

at first, he seems a little grumpy, but the moment he realizes it’s you his voice turns soft. “sweetheart… baby, what’s wrong? c’mere, i’ve got you. nothing’s gonna touch my girl, not while i’m here”

he’s not possessive in a “jealous of every man” kind of way. although he wouldn’t like the way some people look at you, it’s about you choosing to leave him/abandoning him more than anything

he’s lost so much already. his human self, his dignity, his son, the war…. but losing you would truly break him

ESPECIALLY if you are na’vi. not even recom. he doesn’t want your clan to steal you back, can’t let you betray him

it would terrify him if you both fought and you brought up leaving. perhaps it would be about the actions of specops or the rda’s actions. regardless, your cry of “i can’t fucking do this anymore, miles” stops him dead in his tracks

his throat feels like it’s closing. he has barely breathed in 10 seconds, and the silence between you both is deafening

you shook your head, turning away from him. “miles… i love you, but i can’t-”

“don’t fucking go. you promised you’re mine.” he interrupts you almost immediately, and he’s a lot closer than you remembered. he sounds broken, almost wounded

you swallow, looking down as you take his hands in yours. “my miles…”

he interrupts you again, pressing his forehead against yours. “you love me? then stay, please. we can figure it out, baby. we’re mates, right? m’not stupid, i know what it did when we made tsaheylu. i chose you forever, so choose me.”

he’s whipped, mkay. literally would rather saw his own tail off then hear you say you’re leaving him

lowkey freaks out if you ever get injured. he keeps a very calm facade, and perhaps even scolds you with a light “c’mon baby, what the hell were you thinking” but he’s secretly so happy you’re gonna be okay

shows you off at ANY AND EVERY possible chance

you walk in a room? “there she is! been looking all over for you, baby.”

hyper-aware of your reactions. he notices you’ve favoring one kind of fruit more, and all the suddenly he’s gathered 20 of them for your consumption

prides himself on being the best mate possible for you, and he’s going to make sure you know it too

#avatar 2 #avatar x reader #colonel miles quaritch #avatar #miles quaritch headcanon #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #avatar smut #avatar imagine #avatar headcanons #i know it’s not the best okay but we’re not talking abt that

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Prey

Recom Quaritch x AFAB Recom Reader

Summary: You and Quaritch are out on a mission, but there's something wrong with him!

No plot, just smut ( •̀ ω •́ )

Warnings: Dub/con, predator/prey dynamic, semi public sex (in the forest)

Hot, sticky and wet. The forest of Pandora was a hard climate to feel comfortable in. Your tank top clung to you skin, the sweat constant but never cooling the heat under your skin. A constant buzz rang in the air, thousands on unseen insects skittering about on the foliage.

Quaritch strode ahead of you. The muscles in his back shifting as he maneuvered over branches and rocks. It was a sight to see and all the motivation you needed to keep pace.

It was not like you never thought of him before but ever since you came back it was non stop. Maybe one death was enough to make you reevaluate things. To start thinking about going for all the things you wanted. Or maybe it was just his new found youth, all perky muscle and sly grins.

It was nice to be on a smaller team with him. He'd hardly shown you any interest as humans, after all you were one of hundreds. Now being in a group of a dozen made you stand out.

You ate it up. Every smirk, comment, joke, hell even touch, sent a buzz through you like nothing else. You reveled in the attention from the man you found so intriguing.

Only now he'd gone quiet. You were alone together for the first time and you worried what he was thinking. He'd been chatty before at the drop off point. He'd signaled the groups off to their scouting paths and been normal.

Quaritch seemed to think this was a fools errand and hadn't been taking it seriously. Forgoing stealth in favour of telling you about some funny mishap he and Wainfleet had gotten into. This kept up until about half an hour ago, when he'd trailed off.

A few times you'd made a comment now only for him to ignore you. It stung but you bit your tongue. Maybe he'd spotted something you hadn't? You kept your ears open for any hint of some snapping or rustle of an enemy.

You almost walked into his back, catching yourself at the last moment and not making contact. Quaritch had gone stiff, body frozen with his arms slack at either side. His gun was just barely dangling from his fingers and ready to drop if he so much as twitched.

"Colonel?" You questioned as you cautiously stepped round his form. His face was scrunched tight with his eyes closed and chin raised to the sky. You watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. His jaw clenched and you noted how tense his muscles had gotten suddenly. Veins popping against skin with some struggle you couldn't perceive.

You reached a trembling finger to his arm, just above his elbow. "Miles?" You whispered, unwilling to fully break the silence that clung in the air.

The moment your finger tips made the slightest contact Quaritch's eyes shot open. The sudden movement startled you and your hand shot back as if burned. The intensity of his gaze now locked on you set your hair on end and a panic bubbling in your gut.

Quaritch's shoulder shifted ever so slightly and before you could even think it you were running. Stumbling over branches, round trees and over rocks. Boots thundered behind you closing the distance quickly.

You cursed, dropping to the ground and letting his shins slam painfully into your curled body. He fell into a roll, skidding to a stop on all fours.

You'd began to feel silly for running off like that until his eyes burned back at you. There was an anger there you'd rarely seen outside of battle. His lip curled baring a hint of fang, whilst his tail thrashed behind him. You felt your own mirroring his, ears up and alert.

Quaritch moved just barely, a slight shift from one foot to the other. You stayed frozen watching his face scrunch, ears pinning back. He took a sharp breath through his teeth before his fist hit the dirt.

"Miles?" You tried again. He shook his head in return but stayed put. You shifted up onto the balls of your feet and his ears swiveling to face you but his eyes still shut tight.

As quietly as you could you inched forward. Quaritch remained a statue thought his tail still thrashed. You continued to cross the distance trying your hardest to remember lessons of the flora of the planet. Had he been poisoned? He'd began acting off 30 minutes into the trek, so something must have changed.

You were less than a foot away when his head snapped up. You froze your approach but the damage was done. Before you could even turn he'd pounced, his weight bringing you down fast onto the leaf litter.

The air left your lungs in a sudden rush. His weight pressed you further into the dirt. Quaritch's large frame was oppressive in the heat of the forest. His hands burning against where he held your wrists, now pinned above your head.

You tried to shift under him but his hip pressed almost painfully into your own. You bucked as you tried to create some space as the hot solid mass of him pressed further between your legs. You felt your core shift along something hard and Quaritch groaned.

oh?

Oh.

Your mind reeled at the new stimulus but your thoughts quickly clouded as he moved. Rolling his clothed erection against you as his head dipped to your neck. His tongue ran along the column of your throat to your jaw. He paused there to leave open mouthed kissed before nipping your ear between his teeth.

"Wait!" You breathed out. Your voice sounded ragged and was hardly commanding but still it seemed to reach him. He pulled back quickly. The his hand left your wrists and you quickly got to work.

The air was too close and the layers needed to go. Quaritch caught on quickly and in a moment his own hands joined your own. You both fumbled as you tried to pull garments off eagerly. His own shirt joining yours being tossed aside.

His hip pulled away from your own as you wriggled your shorts down. Quaritch hovered over you, looking down with blown pupils and a hungry look. Arousal curled tightly in your stomach as you took the moment to admire his sweat slick abs. His wide chest heaved in rapid breaths as his hand dipped to tug himself free.

He was big. Well maybe big was an understatement. The blue skin carried the same stripes that adorned his thighs and ended with a leaking purple head. You reached to his stomach and let your hands trail down.

Before you could get to his hip he pounced again. You were pinned down again. With one hand gripping your wrists together as the other traced your folds. Even in this state he was gentler than you expected. One finger slipping into you as you keened. Your body arched to him as you sought more contact.

His thumb brushed against your bud in rhythm with his thrusts. He moved to circling as he added another finger and curled it inside you. You moaned as he reached the right spot and tried to buck your hips against his hand.

Quaritch growled as he removed his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact. Your own high ebbing away as your walls clenched at his absence. He let go of your wrists and moved up onto his knees. Towering above your prone as he brought his fingers into his mouth.

He cleaned each digit, eyes closed and savoring. You propped yourself up on your elbows as a sudden bolt of embarrassment hit you. You were naked out in the woods with your superior officer licking your juices from his fingers. Gods what if Wainfleet or the others found you?

"...Sir...?" You began to ask.

Quaritch's eyes snapped back to you. His lip curled as a low growl escaped him again. A pang of fear hit your gut but you couldn't move. He grabbed your elbow, pulling you up and spinning you before slamming you back down.

You caught yourself, hands and knees digging into the forest floor. Strong hands seared your hips as you gripped you. Quaritch tugged your hips back and your hands slipped. One large hand pressed down your now arched spine. He found the base of your queue wrapping it around his fist and tugging lightly.

You cried out. It wasn't especially painful but something in the action felt deeply humiliating. His other hand moved across your ass, he gave a quick grope before his thumb spread the lips. It felt cold suddenly, the dripping core more exposed to the air around you.

It didn't last as you soon felt the hot head of his cock brush against you. He pressed in just a little, the head stretching you deliciously. You moaned, desperate to push back but his grip on the base of your skull kept you pinned.

With a slow push he stretched himself in, stilling at his hilt. You could hear his breath strained and could imagine the way his face would have twisted. Deep frown lines as he hissed at the tight heat enveloping him.

Your walls clenched around him, trying to create a friction you desperately craved. He took the hint, dragging himself almost entirely free before sinking back in. His first dozen strokes continued in this languid fashion.

His hand on your ass dipped around to the front. His chest shifting down to your back to deepen his hits. You moaned wantonly and he sped up. Hips snapping against yours as the forest seemed to echo the lewd noised emitting from you both.

Your head felt light and you were seeing stars. Any thoughts of the others forgotten as Quaritch finger danced around your clit. The heavy weight of your orgasm was fast approaching. It tightened in your gut as your walls fluttered around him.

His mouth was by your ear, fanning hot breath against the shell. His groans drove you closer to the edge. Then your felt his fang nip the skin of your neck, dragging the smooth edge of tooth before scraping again.

"Come for me baby..." He moaned out. His breathy voice tipping you over the edge as wave of euphoria washed through you. You cried out, cursed, sang his name as he road you through it.

His own strokes sped up as your high milked him to his own. Quaritch's hand left your clit and trailed down to your throat. With a quick pull he tugged you up. Your back pressed against his chest and his hand tight around your throat as he thrust. His other forgetting your queue in favour of roaming around your bare skin, groping and pinching.

You were limp against him, just allowing him to chase his own high as the aftershocks of your own numbed your thoughts. His strokes became sloppy as he strained a moan against your hair. Then he was pulling out and his warm seed was leaking down your leg.

He dropped back to sit on his knees. His firm grip around you keeping you upright as he rubbed soft circles against your thigh. His head tipped low to kiss at the back of your neck.

"Mine" He whispered against your skin.

#miles quaritch #my fics #quaritch x reader #quaritch smut #avatar imagine #prey

[wh0rezs]

“TELL ME WHY YOUR HANDS ARE COLD”-MILES QUARITCH

PAIRING: RECOM! MILES QUARITCH X HUMAN! READER

WARNINGS: non really, Miles being a softie, in sm love that is sickening Miles (i am so lonely), AFAB reader, Lyle being slapped at the end

Colonel Miles Quaritch held a very neat appearance, human or recom. No hair out of place in his braid, shoes shined until you could see your own reflection in them, and his clothes always crisp and clean.

He even kept his workspace clean, not a single thing out of place. Though he was drawn to you, someone who contradict everything he held close to his heart.

[name] was also know around the Bridgehead but for the opposite reason of Miles. Your hair was also sticking out of your bun, clothes being wrinkled and papers scattered across your desk. Though you did take pride in your neat makeup especially your lipstick.

No one, even Eywa herself, knows why Miles choose you as his lover but he did. You two seemed to be plain opposites but also being puzzle pieces that fitted together perfectly.

At first he seem to hate you, and your clutter. He made it his job to clean up your desk (without your knowledge) only to come back later for it to be even messier (if that was possible). As paid back, you would scatter papers around his office to piss him off (you always found them neatly stacked in your desk).

But soon Miles opened his heart to you and you did too. Soon the two of you spent every possible moment with each other, and every night (like the true gentleman Miles’s grandma raised him to be) he would walk you to your dorm and depart.

Tonight would have been no different but you told him you had a gift for him. Instead of Miles walking you home, you walked him to the recoms’ personal gym with Miles’s tail swishing side to side with pure delight.

After biding the Colonel “a good night”, you waited to hear the surprise gasps of the soldiers. You even faintly heard a voice, Lyle’s, say a cheeky remark like “Damn Colonel, were you surprised attacked ?” and following that was resounding slapping sound.

It quickly spread around the Bridgehead that Colonel Miles Quaritch had returned to his dorm with a few dozen of your signature red colored lipstick lips imbedded into his blue skin. You had also returned to your dorm with smudged lipstick, completely your messy appearance.

At breakfast, you heard Lyle, sporting a red hand shaped bruise on the back of his head, explain how he lived to tell the tale.

A/N: did i write this is in one sitting… yes i did. thank you for all the love i am getting for my other fanfics. i promise i have more than j this series i am working on. my stories r never proofread so if u find mistakes pls tell me

#recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #fanfiction #recom lyle wainfleet #avatar 2022 #atwow fluff #miles x reader #avatar 2009 #colonel quaritch x reader #i am on a roll

[diabolikwriter]

Nga yawne lu oer - Recom! Miles x Na’vi/Avatar AFAB! Reader - Masterlist <3

Plot: Colonel Miles Quaritch has been reborn into the thing he hates the most, and his mission this time is to destroy that traitor, Jake Sully. But there’s one thing or rather a person from his past keeping him from doing that and to add salt to injury she is also making him see Pandora in a whole new light. Will he ever get to Jake Sully or will he manage to find his peace on Pandora and with the people?

Fandom: Avatar: The Way of Water

Warnings/Tags: Strong Language, Racism, implied smut, Angst, Character Death, Skull crushing, Violence, Soft Miles Quaritch, torture, (y/n) needs a hug, Kissing, making out, older man/younger woman, Brown is a bit dense, Loss of family member, Miles being confused (More will be added)

It’s been awhile since the last time that I’ve written any fanfics, so I’ve been kinda nervous about this

Language: English (Not my ‘mother tongue’ so please if there are any big grammatical errors, then don’t hesitate to let me know)

Nga yawne lu oer -> I love you <3

Chapter 1: Revived

Chapter 2: Reunited

Chapter 3: Hostage

Chapter 4: Torture

Chapter 5: Memories

Chapter 6: A Deal

Chapter 7: Learning to see

Chapter 8: Catching up -> Out Now!

Chapter 9: Iknimaya -> (29.03.2023)

More chapters to be added

#miles quaritch #avatar way of water #miles quaritch imagine #quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #avatar #quaritch x reader #recom miles quaritch

[navibluebees]

Masterlist

*Rules for Requesting*

*Rules for the Blog*

Ageless & empty blogs will be blocked. No minors!

My OCs

Pieces of a Soul - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

The Sully's

Neytiri -

Be Gentle With Me

Jake -

Bliss (GN Reader)

Alleviation

Neteyam -

Healing (GN Reader)

A Brother's Work is Never Done

Meet Me Under the Stars (Ao'nung)

Spider -

Roadtrip

Goofing off

Troublemakers

Recoms - all the SO posts are GN unless stated otherwise~

Reader as a Softie Recom, Bond w/ Spider

How Likely They are to Fall for Native Na'vi

Reaction to vaping

Reaction to their human getting hurt

Taking care of reader who has *TW* suicidal ideation and ED

Miles Quaritch -

Someone to be Proud of (Human Female Reader) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Bonus Scene, Bonus Scene 2, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Bonus Scene 3, Bonus Scene 4, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

Chubby Human Female SO

Sunshine (Recom Female) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Inevitable

Revival

Lyle Wainfleet -

With his SO

Kissing Boo-boos

Creative Solutions (Chubby Human Female)

With Quaritch's sister

Chubby Human Female SO

Daughter is friends with Spider

With his kid hcs

Jealousy

Trio, Part 2

Brown -

With his SO

Ja -

With his SO

Ja Lovin'

Lopez -

With his SO

Comfort (Female Recom)

Prager -

With his SO

At the End of the Day

Sean Fike -

With his SO

Walker -

With her SO

Warren -

Zdinarsk -

With her SO

With her Human Female SO

Flustered (Female Reader) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Falling for the New Recom (GN Reader)

Home (Recom Single Mom Reader) , Part 2, Part 3

With her Chubby Human Female SO

Mommy Issues, Part 2, Part 3

Falling for a short recom

Human cuddling hcs

Trio, Part 2

Domestic Life (AFAB, GN pronouns)

Zhang -

With His SO

Run

Mansk -

With His SO

Kisses in the Dark

Early Mornings (Mansk x GN Human Reader)

Mansk with his Chubby Human Female SO

#avatar fanfiction #avatar way of water #avatar movie #avatar 2009 #avatar 2 #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #loak sully #aonung #jake sully smut #recom quaritch #miles quaritch smut #lyle wainfleet #Alicia Zdinarsk #recom zdinarsk

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Nightmares with Miles Quaritch

Recom Miles Quaritch x AFAB reader (fluff)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, minors DNI.

1,833 words

It had been a long shift, and you were beyond tired as you trudged towards your room quietly as you could. Bar work was always hell, most days you wanted to quit and return back to earth; not only due to the long, unsociable hours and the endless amounts of vomit you had to clean, but also for the constant comments and harassment you faced from the soldiers at this base.

It had always been an issue, and something you were acutely aware of being a relatively young bottle girl, but these military men were something else, they had absolutely no decorum that's for sure...you wondered what their mothers would think...

However, your meandering mind was calmed instantly at the sight of your boyfriend spread out on your double bed, sheets draped haphazardly over his enormous cyan body, the stripes on his back peeking out from the crisp white linen enough to make your eyes graze over them thoughtfully.

He was the main reason it only took you a few minutes to shower and dress for bed, eager to not only feel sleep take over and soothe your aching limbs, but also to encase yourself in Miles' strong arms as you nuzzle into his chest, or to hear the raspy edge in his voice as he murmured nonsense in your ear and draws you close, like he always does when you get off a night shift.

Slipping under the sheets you shivered at the fevered body heat he provided, shuffling close to Miles and leaning your head on his torso.

"Mmm, baby, com'ere," he slurred as one arm wound around your waist like a vice, the heavy limb lulling you to sleep like your own personal weighted blanket, and it wasn't long before your eyes fluttered shut and the world around you spun out of view.

You awoke with a start, gasping for air and sat up straight like a statue, to your right your eyes laid on a figure, a shadowy outline, staring right at you, yet you were unable to move, eyes bulging in horror at the clawed fingers of the hunched over thing.

"Hey, sweetheart, sweetheart, whats wrong?" You vaguely hear a voice in your ear, everything moving too fast for you to register that you're even awake, all that sears into your mind is arms, grabbing and pulling you in the dark, causing your stomach to drop, that icy feeling rising up your body again as you attempt to fight off the attacker.

"No, please stop," you whimper out, struggling with all your strength to escape the suffocating grip.

"Shit, baby it's me, look at me, Y/N." A hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin as it forces your head to the side. When your gaze finally slips from the ghost like figure and your eyes readjust, Miles' piercing amber eyes to come into view, his gaze is clouded with desperation.

"M-miles?" You stutter out in confusion, until your brain finally decides to become fully conscious, and the realisation that there was no one hurting you, or watching you and that you were safe washed over you immediately.

"Miles!" You exclaimed again, effectively leaping into his open arms and burying your head in his shoulder, allowing your tears to smear against his skin whilst you nose into his neck for comfort.

"That's it darling, fuck... you scared me" he paused, you could feel the tension in his voice as he seemed to hold himself back from the words he needed to speak. "You know I'd never hurt you right? Ain't gonna let nothing happen to ya angel," he rasped, voice barely above a whisper as his fingers tangled themselves into your hair, massaging your scalp, and you were unsure if it was more to soothe yourself or him.

"I know," you smile, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck, earning yourself a pair of warm lips, pressing gingerly against your hairline as large blue fingers run lightly across your face and upper arm.

The moment reminded you so much of a dream you'd always had when you were younger, you'd been so scared to sleep back then that you'd kept a knife under your pillow. You'd promised yourself that one day you'd marry a tough military man and make him sleep next to you every night, and that way you'd never have to be scared to sleep again.

And he didn't say anything, didn't make you explain yourself, or make you feel embarrassed, just held you keeping you safe in his arms.

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"Are we gonna talk about it?" Miles' deep voice rang out in the silence, your head jerking up instinctively as you hurriedly pulled on your jacket.

"talk about what?" you smiled, tilting your head to the side at his serious demeanour, arms crossed, feet planted firmly as if he was scolding one of his underlings.

"Don't do that," he balked, eyes narrowing, observing your twitchy state. Sighing, you stilled yourself, pausing whatever menial task you were fulfilling so as not to have this conversation.

"I just prefer it when we don't talk," you murmur, eyes widening as you realise what you're saying, watching Miles' own stance loosen, arms dropping to his sides in surprise.

"No, that's not what I mean, Miles," you scramble, rushing to his side, hands running over his arms in a soothing motion as his eyes meet yours, unimpressed expression beckoning you to continue with one eyebrow raised. "I just mean...I like that I don't have to explain things to you, I feel like you understand already, you know."

His expression softens, one large hand coming to cup your jaw in his calloused palm. "Course I understand ya baby, but only as much as ya let me, I ain't a mind reader."

He sounded frustrated, the vein in his neck popping out as he spoke, more candidly than you'd ever heard him before. "Look... I know I aint' the most affectionate boyfriend, but I want ya t' know you can talk to me, 'bout anything baby."

You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as a smile ghosts your lips, you love moments like this, where his eyes are focused on you and only you. "Okay," you breathe deeply before continuing "You want to know?"

He only looks down at you in silence, his penetrative stare was enough to make anyone crumble and you could see why he drove fear into the hearts of so many soldiers.

"I just, get nightmares sometimes...and sometimes I see things when I wake up....and then I can't move, other times...when I wake up, I'm not in my bed..." You trail off, a rosy blush blooming on your cheeks as you avoid his judging eyes.

He blew out a low whistling breath, drawing your attention back to him. "And you didn't think to tell me this?"

Pursing your lips you cross your arms across your chest defensively before replying meagerly "Thought you'd laugh."

"Get over here," he commands you, closely followed by his arms pulling you in, not giving you much choice in the matter. One hand rests on your head as it collides with his stone wall of a chest, though the sound of his steady heartbeat always manages to soothe you.

"I know about nightmares sweetheart, sometimes, these guys, when they've seen too much, didn't have anyone to talk to, they get something like that. Now I know it ain't the same but I've calmed down enough soldiers to know about fear baby, and I could see you were terrified...shaking like a leaf...like you were looking right through me... giving me that same look."

He paused, giving you room to speak if you wanted to, but you stayed silent, wanting him to finish his piece. "Now if you don't wanna talk to me about it, that's alright, I respect that. I just don't want ya to think I don't wanna know...cos I do...I wanna know everything about ya baby."

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, you could see this was hard for him, and hadn't expected to pull such intense emotions from the usually stoic man, especially so early in the morning.

"Miles," you call out to him, drawing him out of his thoughts with a gentle hand against his chest. "You're so sweet to me, I-I, god, I don't know what to say," you whisper, leaning up on your toes, forehead meeting his, with a little help from his bent knees.

"What do you want to say?" He grunts, eyes flicking down to your lips as the gravitational pull between you both starts to come into effect, bringing you together like magnets until your lips were brushing his, sending shivers down your spine.

You knew exactly what you wanted to say, in fact you had so much to say, but as always you were held back by fear. To avoid the question, you press your lips more firmly against his, kissing him gently, with a flick of your tongue against his lower lip, trying to grant yourself entry. However a tight grip on your jaw pulls you away from your target, and the somewhat bemused eyes of Colonel Quaritch meet yours once again, his own tongue running across his lips suggestively.

"Stop trying to distract me darlin'," he grins a little despite himself, raising his eyebrows impatiently.

"Is it working?"

"Don't make me ask you again Y/N, tell me what you want to say,"he growls a little, fingers now brushing a little more exploratively over your waist and hips, his mind visibly wandering.

"Nga yawne lu oer," you whisper against his ear-a little phrase of Na'vi you'd picked up after hanging out with the scientists for too long. You wouldn't have said it if you'd ever, even for a second, thought that Miles might have understood you. You weren't ready to have your heart broken in front of your eyes, not right now, you needed some more time, that's what you always told yourself.

Yet when his hands stilled on your body and he dropped to his knees in front of you like a rag doll, you couldn't help but take in his expression, his hands shaking ever so slightly as they cupped your face with a lovers tenderness, making you wonder if he'd really heard you. Your fears, however, fully dissipate as he kisses you gently, holding you like you were his last life line.

"I love you Y/N." He whispers it against your lips as he pulls away, eyes smiling as he meets your gaze, his brazen confidence always throwing you off guard in these moments.

"I love you," you say it again, just in case, you need him to hear it, to know how much he means to you.

"I love you," he repeats it back as you both melt into one another, more tender whispers are shared between you both as your lips meet over and over in a passionate embrace.

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No More Than a Memory: Chapter 05

Chapter Summary: When Skye still refuses to open up to Miles, Lyle takes a crack at getting her to talk.

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: SFW, Miles Quaritch, Recom Miles Quaritch, Miles Quaritch x OC, Recom Miles Quaritch x OC, Female OC, AFAB OC, Lyle Wainfleet, Recom Lyle Wainfleet, Lyle and Reader Used to Be Besties

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Chapter 05

Previous Chapter

Now—Miles's POV

“She’s still not talking, huh?”

Lyle peers over Miles’ shoulder at the monitor. On the screen is the video feed from his bedroom where Skye remains bound. Her legs are crossed, hands cuffed behind her, and her eyes closed. Miles watches her as she takes slow steady breaths. His head tilts a little to the right, studying her face. She’s as beautiful as he—or rather, his human counterpart—remembers. Even though he didn’t see her in her Avatar form more than once or twice, he can’t help but be taken with her.

A shiver runs through him as he lingers a little too long on some choice memories from his human life.

Focus, soldier, he tells himself. There’s no time for reminiscing.

“No,” Miles answers eventually. “I don’t think she’s planning on it any time soon.”

“Maybe I could try talking to her,” Lyle suggests. “I was her best friend when we were still human.”

Miles raises a brow and purses his lips in consideration. It’s not a completely stupid idea. 

Skye and Lyle were thick as thieves back in the day. A rather unlikely duo—a soldier and an anthropologist—but inseparable nevertheless. And a couple of pains in my ass. He might have a way to get her to open up despite her adamant determination to remain silent. On the other hand, if mental torture didn’t work, Miles believes it to be highly unlikely that an old friend will be able to get her to talk. As much as he hates the thought of it, she is loyal to a fault to the Na’vi and Jake’s family whatever her newfound connection with them is. 

Even if Lyle does manage to get her to say something, he doubts it will prove useful. 

“Besides, I have an advantage over you, sir,” Lyle adds.

“Oh, yeah, Corporal? What would that be?” 

“I’m not the one who shot her so she may be more inclined to open up to me.”

With a low hiss, Miles lifts his head and grimaces.

“Just sayin’.” Lyle shrugs. “You know I’m right, sir.”

Of course, he is. 

It wasn’t as though Miles hadn’t considered that the reason she refused to so much as acknowledge him was that she held a twenty-year-long grudge against him for shooting her during the war. It was the first thing that crossed his mind when he started to interrogate her. But that didn’t mean she was suddenly going to open up just because Lyle of all people took a stab at it. 

But he was running out of ideas. 

If he couldn’t get her to talk soon, Ardmore would order her immediate death. Despite being technically deceased on RDA records, her reappearance in Avatar form put her back on Ardmore’s list of traitors. Traitors who, in her view, needed to be killed for their role in the war as well as the recent insurgency led by Jake Sully. That is unless she proved herself useful. And even then…Miles didn’t want to think about it.

She already died once before by his hand and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. 

Though his memories are not fully his own, he is drawn to her in a way he can’t explain. It’s almost as though whatever his human counterpart felt for her now transferred to him in a way he can’t explain. A way that would surely lead Ardmore to end his life if she ever found out. A way that makes him protective over Skye which, in turn, makes him eager to ensure she proves her usefulness.

So, with that in mind, he gives Lyle the go-ahead.

Now—Skye's POV

When the door opens and the lights flicker on, she doesn't expect to see Lyle saunter in. He smiles at her as her eyes open and glance in his direction. As he stops in front of her, hands on his hips, Skye’s brows raise though her gaze softens a little at the sight of her old friend.

“Hey, darlin’!” 

Her gaze immediately hardens again.

“Don’t call me that,” she berates.

Lyle clicks his tongue. “So, you can speak! It’s a goddamn miracle.”

“Of course, I can speak, Wainfleet. I just prefer not to waste my energy on murderous traitors.”

Leaning forward, he rests his hands on his knees and takes a long look at her. 

“You know-” He takes a seat on the floor in front of her. “Some would argue that you’re the traitor after the shit you pulled during the war.”

“What I pulled? You were the ones who chose to attack the Na’vi over some goddamn mineral! You could have gone anywhere else on the planet to mine it but your lot decided that blowing up Home Tree was the best solution.”

Now she’s leaning forward too, lips curling into a scowl as she eyes him with disgust. She can’t believe what she’s hearing. Or maybe she can. At this point, nothing surprises her about his—or any of the Recom's—way of thinking. Even before they came back in their Avatars, they only cared about taking orders and making money. 

They didn’t care about the Na’vi or the planet or any of it. 

“We were just doing our jobs,” he says.

“That wasn’t the job, Lyle.”

Lyle just shrugs. 

“Not yours, maybe, but it was ours,” he reasons.

Scoffing, she leans back and shakes her head. 

She should have known better than to think that he would be any different than Miles. But it’s clear now that what he, and the rest of the Recoms, care about, is their mission. Though she doesn't have a clear understanding of what their current mission is aside from hunting down Jake and his family, she can put the pieces together easily enough. Regardless of what it is, one thing is clear: they don’t give a shit about the planet or its people.

Silence fills the room once more. Lyle still watches her, observing her as she sits across from him. He can’t quite figure out what to make of her as he takes in her Avatar form. And as his eyes wander, taking in her features, his gaze lands on the chain around her neck. The tags hang between her breasts, covered by the cloth wrapped around her chest.

“I see you still have your tags,” he points to the chain. 

She looks down at them and then back up at Lyle.

“What does your newfound family make of them? I can’t imagine they’re thrilled that you kept them. What with them being connected to the colonel and all.”

She doesn't grace him with an answer. It’s none of his damned business and she wasn't about to get into with him about why she kept such a sentimental piece of her past. Besides, it’s not like any of the Omatikaya knew what importance they held other than Jake and Neytiri. And, since neither of them seemed to mind, she never brought it up with anyone else.

“You know,” he says. “You might want to take it easy on the colonel.”

“Why is that?”

“He’s just doing his job like the rest of us.”

With a roll of her eyes, she ask, “You mean like he was ‘just doing his job’’ when he shot me?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Lyle shrugs. “Look, he’s been through a lot over the last week or so on account of being brought back to life with memories that aren’t exactly his. He’s just trying to figure things out like the rest of us. That, and, the last thing he remembers is watching you die. You can imagine what kind of shit is going through his head right now.”

“I…I hadn’t thought about it that way,” she mutters, more to herself than to Lyle.

With a soft smile, he gets back on his feet and stretches himself out. He lets out a long-winded groan as the tension is relieved from his body. Turning to leave, he pauses at the door and then looks over his shoulder at her.

“I’m glad you’re not dead, by the way.”

The door opens with a low whirr and he steps out into the hallway. As the doors close behind him, she’s left alone with her thoughts once more.

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being a little slut for tonowari and cupping his balls in public, getting him all riled up.

could be sub or dom abt it.

agreed, this bby needs it tbh. (っˆڡˆς)

tonowari x teased in heat ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆

• and yes, despite being a pleasure/soft dom his knees 100% fkin cripple when you cup his big daddy bear balls, yk?

• maybe you're sat by the seashore early in the morning, just taking in the beautiful hues of pink and yellow, the fresh breeze and salty air. tonowari's laying his head in your lap as you stroke gentle circles on his tattooed blue skin

• initially you'd leave it there, but this bby's little sighs and subtle huffs catch in your ears; you could smell the change in scent ofc, but didn't want to pressure him into telling you that he was in heat, but a little playing wouldn't hurt, yk?

• continuing to brush his thick brown locks with your left hand, using your right hand you lightly feathered your touches along the side of his body. first his jaw, then his neck, his muscled shoulder and chest, lightly brushing along one of his perked up nipples as you went--and the quiet gasp of surprise didn't escape your ears, ofc

• then you went further down, leaving little firm gropes to his pouched tummy and thick, squishy thighs; only to gently splay your long blue fingers across his hardening girthy cock and balls

• tonowari's breathing had picked up ofc, the poor papa bear's heat only worsening as your fingers skittered across his body. he'd just close his eyes, almost willing his cock to calm down; balls to soften and relax; heartbeat to slow, but to no avail

• his wide, light blue tail batted against the sand with a badly-cloaked sense of urgency; you knew he was hoping you'd catch on, which meant this bby still didn't know that you already had.

• he'd closed his eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, nuzzling his pretty face into the crook of your pelvis. "..um'ma..love you..l-love you, um'ma..mhnhhm.." he'd lowly whine into you, as his hips began lightly gyrating into your hand

• you'd decided that granting him such a gift of release wouldn't be right, considering all the punishing he'd been doing to you this past week. be it bending you over his knee, laying hard smacks to your bruised ass,

• or making you take him deep into your throat, your muffled gags vibrating up the length of his pulsing blue cock; or even making you lick up his strings of saliva as he spit into your open mouth. with that in mind, this daddy deserved a taste of his own medicine.

• using your index, middle and ring fingers, you cupped his weighty balls in your hand; fingertips brushing extra firmly up against the base of his sack, as your thumb stroked the hilt of tonowari's now throbbing cock. his small whines had since devolved into throaty moans and desperate gasps merely at the prospect of cumming

• his balls had tensed, lightly pulsing in your palm as you began leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to his exposed neck and cheek. this sweet bby only keened into your touches; little low mewls rippling through your body, reaching your spread legs as he hummed into your clothed pussy. likely he could smell just how much his movements and sounds affected you, too

• "..hmhm..you g'na be a good daddy for me, sweetheart?..i don't want you cumming just yet, i want to hear those beautiful noises, ok up'pa?" you'd lovingly hum into his ear in between sloppy kisses and wet lovebites--"..y-yes, um'ma..unhhnhh..t-touch..more, please um'ma.."

• the poor love would only squirm and mewl further as you begin fondling and bouncing his heavy sack in your hand, your left fingers intertwining in his thick locks; you lightly tugged on the braids as you coaxed out all this handsome babyboy's pretty sounds, watching his brows knit together, his face forming an almost pleasureful grimace at your ministrations--"..i know, sweetheart..so pretty for me, such a good love for me.."

i want a lil sub!wari to grope and fondle aaaaa 🥺

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..couldn't help myself 🤭

tonowari x cock analysis hcs ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡☾ ﾟ｡⋆

• i canon that tonowari's actually not that long. the common assumption is that every single na'vi has a fkin horse cock mega-shlong situation, but legit wari's big dick energy isn't from the length, but rather the girth

• the girth on that thing is giant. he's definitely thicker than he is long, usually pretty thick flaccid too - although once erect, babyboy has a big-ass cock

• said cock also leads to a gorgeously bulbous tip too ofc; almost mushrooming out over the top of his shaft, his thick blue foreskin encasing that sensitive cockhead ever so gently, often glowing luminous dots littered all over his pretty ocean skin

• tonowari knows he's packin' too, bc he can feel it. doesn't matter if he's got layers or not; and being of the metkayina clan, the thickest material they sport is straight up linen-level fabric

• therefore, papa bear feels his cock all. day. long. not just the heavy shaft and rounded tip, but also his big heavy balls too. this mans has a seriously weighty set; paired with his giant toned blue thighs, he can feel the bounce and jostle of his soft sack and bulge almost constantly

• it def becomes a little uncomfortable too, hence the manspreading and squatting when he's relaxed. it often gives tonowari that much needed space to let his junk rest in one area, as opposed to being all squashed and smushed up against his upper thighs and pelvis (although ngl, keeping the soft swells all cozied up between his legs is big self-soother for him)

• but when he does let it all rest, this daddy's cock hangs too. being so heavy and thick, it's only natural for tonowari's cock to curve down, almost pulled forward and lolled back and forth by the weight of his own shaft and balls

• as he moves around, they def continue to move too; his rounded sack likely slapping against the back of his upper legs with some almost silent 'pap pap pap's--his length swaying front to back or side to side in rhythm with whichever movements he does - it's lowkey very distracting for the poor bby

• has an especially sensitive cockhead too - specifically the underside of the tip. the ridge is so chubby that as it's almost it's own surface, the sensitivity of a wet tongue or warm, clenching pussy just makes him throb and groan for you

• likewise, stimulating the back of his balls and taint are some of the quickest ways to make this bby cum hard. the first time you did it, ngl it took him by surprise; slurping up his tightened blue sack, you extending your tongue just that liiil bit further triggered one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had;

• since then, this mans will 100% extend two of his fingers back there, pushing the skin of his heavy sack back too for the extra pleasure; just to tip him over the edge as he tugs and jerks at his big, girthy cock; eyes clenched shut in sheer anticipation and need

• has a lot of cum, too. unlike jake or quaritch, tonowari usually doesn't leak nearly as much others, but once he cums, he cums. thick, warm reams of creamy white spurts from his throbbing cockhead, usually not that far, but there's a lot of it maybe even a hyperspermia bby but u didn't hear that from me

• he cums with a lot of force, but lots of that energy is used to get such a high volume of cream from his cock in the first place; therefore it often pools or soaks whatever it's around - not so much long reams or shoots, but more heavy, hot, intense rams or thrusts to fill up your aching pussy or needy mouth

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tonowari x pussy eating hcs ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡☾ ﾟ｡⋆

i canon tonowari eats puss like a lil babyboy, ngl 🤭

• he's pretty well-acquainted with being wet, so when I say that tonowari is most definitely eating you good and messy, I mean it.

• I believe that tonowari is likely a switch!sub through and through, too. he'll 'dom', but only from a place of trying his hardest to please his sweetheart

• therefore he lovesssss when you ask him questions mid-oral. anything about how much he likes it or if he's finally satisfied just makes his baby blue cock all the harder; call him babyboy while you ask too, and he'll get all leaky for you

• tonowari will wholeheartedly answer too. he's a very earnest lover I think, so in between deep suckles and tongue laps at your exposed pussy, he'll let out some "..hmhh...mhmm, tastess-mmph...tastes good um'ma..",

• "..unhh..so soft..sticky...m-more, please baby..", and even some "yes, um'ma, love how you taste mhmhph..so.. uhmhmph..so sweet..."

• he'll take virtually everything you say as a question too. anything rhetorical goes over this sweet babyboy's head, being too entranced by your writhing form and slick, shiny juices dripping down his chin to comprehend nuance

• 100% smushes his face in between your legs, taking big long inhales of your open pussy, contentedly sighing at the scent; it only spurs him on, then smearing your wetness all across his cheeks and eager tongue

• he'll moan in higher pitches too - little "unh..unh..um'ma, tastes so sweet.."s and "..hmhmhhmm..uhhnnnhn..yes, please..more, more..more"s being the most comprehensible he gets

• additionally, the concept of being too keen or 'cringey' doesn't exist in the na'vi clans, so when he likes it, he'll let you know. he'll loudly slobber and slurp at your aching cunt with little embarrassment; if he wants to eat you out, that's what this big boy's gonna do

• whines at everything; everything, everything. and it's a little voice-hitch whine too - high pitched, desperate, shy, but also needy. he loves to love you, and he can't help the physical response that doing so incites

• I think he's definitely one of those guys to have extra big balls too, so you can bet that once he's on his knees, tongue thrusting deep inside your clenched pussy, he'll squeeze his thick, squishy thighs extra hard just for the extra stimulation; his soft sack tightening from the pressure, and his tail batting thickly against the sandy beach below him in pleasure at the sensation

• tonowari also gets lost in it, too. unlike jake or quaritch who love to watch, big bright eyes taking in your body's movements, tonowari just gets too damn desperate. he'll nuzzle up close to the warmth of your pussy

• he'll keen his head to the side, almost resting his braided-haired head on your thigh like a soft pillow as he eats you out. smearing his mouth all over your puffy lips, and pinkish bud; similar to a baby suckling on it's mother's breast

• his eyes'll flutter closed, and he'll almost go slack at the sheer eroticism of it all; in between little whines, the softest, most intimate moans will escape his partially-open blue lips for you

• softly, his short but wide pink tongue'll lay eager yet delicate laps to your throbbing pussy; his lips leaving soft open-mouthed tongue kisses to your clit. tonowari won't hesitate to be sloppy, lazy and languid too

• sucking at your swollen outer lips, or overtly mushing the entire length of his face up and down your mound, in an attempt to spread your slicked essence all over his face; from his forehead, to his nose, to his lips, down to the tip of his patterned blue chin

• and once you cum? tonowari'll eye-smile. a lazy satiated grin splaying across his pretty, handsome features. his high cheekbones tilting up, eyes crinkling, cheeks spread wide as he gives a big puppydog smile at your clenching pussy

• he'll of course open his mouth all the wider, laying his coarser tongue flat for you to rock up against as you ride out your orgasm all over his eager lips and mouth.

• he may even give tiny pressured kitten-licks to your pussy opening or clit once you've cum, just to coax any excess arousal from you; giving small innocent chuckles at the wet, sticky lewd mess he got his sweetheart into.

hope u enjoyed <3

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for the na'vi, the queues need massages to negate overstimulation~

being so sensitive, not unlike na'vi genitalia, the queue begins to get under-stimulated from a lack bond-forming or physical touch. this begins during adolescence, but the urge to release the tension from the nerves of the queue only becomes fully apparent in na'vi adulthood.

likely by mates, as such an intimate part of the body can only be touched and fondled by so many individuals. although for female na'vi, there's a cultural exception for the braid to be massaged by an elder woman, usually the mother, aunt or grandmother (non-sexually). although deviations for sisters or cousins is accepted (most na'vi clans have a form of matriarchal structure regarding personal grooming, but this still varies by region).

but for male na'vi, they must either find a mate to fulfil the intimate duty, or frequent the bonds of eywa through her many queues within trees, roots, grasses and/or underwater plants, letting the pent-up energy flow through them, back to the all-mother once more.

but once a mate is found, a common form of bonding is not just connecting queues and sharing tsaheylu, but through a na'vi woman gently skimming her fingers along his braid, a courteous form of love applied through pressure to his dark woven locks. her long blue digits eventually descending to the tip, in which his queue will softly unfurl, tendrils keening forth, weaving themselves around the pads of her lightly calloused fingers

his head will lurk forwards, as the slight pressure of her fingertips intertwine with the curious, under-stimulated fronds of his queue. soft sighs and low purrs vibrate from the base of his broad, toned chest, as the tendrils light up from the foreign yet welcome stimulation.

the abundance of touch and sensation coaxing further his energy, once repressed, but now being gently soothed into a low hum of life force once more. the lack of such physicality creates a strain on the mental and biological functions of the na'vi; therefore when touch is applied, the flow of endorphins followed by the inclination to fall into a deep sleep soon fills every part of his body, from his head, to his heart, to his very soul

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[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

jake sully + sex pollen hcs~ ⋆｡ﾟ✧｡⋆

been a long time coming this one. ur welcome 🫠

• jake becomes not unlike a wild animal. the only real difference for him, is that unlike a more dominant or greedy lover such as quaritch or ronal, he becomes desperate

• it starts with hot flashes, then the swift lust-tinted gaze that overtakes his field of vision. his tail begins to swish and flick side to side, the little tufts of hair at the tip form a sharp point, alongside his ears; now perked up and swivelling every few moments for any specific noises

• jake's pupils dilate, his mouth falling open, and his chest taking deep, heavy breaths in hopes of slowing his racing heart. but to no avail, as the blood rushing to his engorged veined blue length can't be ceased

• he'll then be onto you. although if, such as this case, the pollen hit during a hunt or while he was out on a patrol, he'd be unable to do more than stay right where he was hit by the soft, flowery pollen

• after the initial widening of his bright green eyes, jake would buckle under this new-found sense of need, hitting the soft grassy ground beneath him almost instantly; his throat almost gasping for breath as his hands roughly palm the green blades, digging fervently into the blueish soil beneath it

• the lusty groans would start, and his hips would begin eagerly humping the lush earth underneath him; his hips gyrating hard and desperate into the ground, forming a new groove within the dirt from where his hardened cock rutted up against it

• unlike the common assumption, when male na'vi become affected by pollen, they become so physically crippled by the swift biological changes that there's no time to go into 'heat' per-se; they don't become aggressive or dominant, but physically desperate and unable to form even a single coherent thought.

• his desire during heat would be to fuck, and best of all fuck you, but being hit by a puff of this rich, almost waxy pollen would create the most enticing mix of shame, disgust and confusion paired with a biological, almost chemical need to breed something

• suddenly anything is enough; the sheer pressure of arousal bulging against his loincloth, erecting his nipples, making his short gasps of hot, thick air turn into pants of erotic desperation only spurring him on in finding that sweet release

• there's no time for jake to mount his ikran, or get up and find his way back home by foot or flight; he needs something, and he needs it now. so here he is, hunched over, grinding and shamelessly thrusting his now fully-uncovered cock into the warm, damp soil

• his face upwards turned, eyebrows scrunched up, fangs bared and tongue darting out, eyes blown wide in both shock and need, his ears arched back in focus; jake's features contorting in a mix of revulsion and pleasure, as he hadn't even chosen this, yet with every fibre of his physical being he had to chase this urge

• thick strings of precum oozed out of his throbbing tip, the bulbous head now easily sliding in and out of the smooth soil beneath the grass; jake's once hitched groans had since become wanton moans and whines, small droplets of sweat dripping from his forehead onto his hands in sheer exertion, as his tail wildly swished from side to side, slapping the ground behind him in uncontrollable sexual excitement

• his eyes had since scrunched up, going glossy from unshed tears of arousal and heat; the pollen had only been a new growth, not even mature in it's size or capacity, yet a single inhale had turned jake's once calm mind into a chaotic mess of the need to sex something

• his hips only bucked harder into the earth, braids and stray hairs cascading around his sensitive ears and broad blue shoulders; the usual slight glow of white dotting along his skin had become a bright fluorescent, illuminating his rough, quick movements in the dusk-lit undergrowth in which he chased his orgasm

• jake's tongue was now fully on display, his ability to control his body lessening as the time passed. snarling as his eyes took in the now mushy, almost gooey blueish earth underneath his cock; his sticky precum almost drowning the surrounding soil; his sounds turning into unintelligible animal chatter, "...unhg...hnhgh... uhhnhgm..g-god, ffuck... mhnhgh..", "...fffu-f-hnuhgh..a-ah, uhhnngh...hungggh...sh-shit..unghhm.."

• his movements sped up, his back curving downwards to better plunge his pulsating length under the damp soil; sheathing his dick inside the almost muddy undergrowth, only to drag it back out, letting long whines and hisses escape his lips at the oversensitivity

• jake's fingernails began to dig into the dirt, legs rhythmically humping the surface as his toned stomach and biceps flexed in equal parts forced effort and erotic anticipation; his knees likely covered in nicks and hands in bruises from the merciless onslaught of heat, compelling his body to seek out his release

• after mere minutes of desperate gyrating and filling the open air with his unabashedly erotic noises, his once little leaks of clear essence had now become long globs and strings of sticky white cum, spurting ream after ream from his red, desperate cockhead

• the damp earth had begun to almost suck him back in, his tip, shaft and swollen, tender balls being caressed and squeezed by the almost sentient soil; coaxing all the hot, thick seed from his throbbing cock into the moist, fertile ground

• after some final gruff and agonising pumps, jake spilled every drop of his sweet, warm semen into the almost burrow-like opening he'd created in the earth; his head bowing down, satiated after the seemingly never-ending heat had finally washed over him

• heaving a sigh, jake rolled over to rest on his back, lying fully spread out, exhausted from the intensity of the hard fuck he'd endured. his now softening cock rested against his thigh, his heartbeat slowing to a steady pulse, eyes slowly growing ever-heavier as he drifted into a deep, restful sleep

+like usual, lmk your thoughts! ;)

#i didn't mean to make another na'vi fuck soil again #honest #it just..happened #it's so sexy to me like yessss na'vi have that sentient soil fuck #like link up those queues and fuck a plant why doncha #sorry 🤭 #hope u enjoyed anyway lovelies! #jake sully x you #jake sully headcanons #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #miles quaritch x afab reader #colonel miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #colonel catboy quaritch #colonel quaritch #na'vi smut #avatar smut #tsu'tey smut #tonowari smut

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

colonel quaritch x breeding/masturbation hcs ⋆｡ﾟ✧｡⋆

now despite his heavy workload and busy schedule, you know quaritch fucks. not jerks off. fucks

• and he'll do it his way too. none of that hesitant light stroking, or checking behind doors and keeping an ear out to avoid being caught. once back in his quarters, he's going at it

• he's also recom now, so the urge to breed deep and full, it pulls at his gut. he can't just cum with some gruff tugs to his thick, pulsing cock anymore. he need to get on all fours on the bed; knees digging into the mattress, hands clenched around the two giant head pillows he's now tucked underneath his stomach

• quaritch'll likely take all his clothes off for it too; needing that touch. that sensation littered all across his body through the soft weaves of the cloth duvet, and the warmth of his heaving body against the fresh chill of his room.

• he'll get into it too. gruff incoherent words tumbling from his mouth, fangs baring and ears tipped back in arousal, "...mhhhph...fuckin' take it..take it..ffuck...shit..unnhh.." his hips fervently bucking into the plushness of the white pillows beneath him.

• the once somewhat restrained response will soon shift into unabashed grunts and gasps, though. the soft swells of his balls turning taught in need, slicked precum being coaxed from his hefty shaft. he'll grind the blue mushroomed tip hard into the pillow, feeling the cotton catching on the roughness of his throbbing length - his head bowed down, tongue lolling out in lust from the erotic sensation

• as he continues to fuck himself into the surface below, his groans become deeper too; initially echoing out from his throat, only to now rise up thickly from the bottom of his abdomen. the material of the mattress and pillows rub up against almost every part of his front; the soft thin hairs on his toned stomach and thighs almost fizzing against his hot, sweaty skin from the unceasing contact.

• the hard grinds are now rough, desperate humps into the cushioned material. quaritch was hardly concerned with being heard even in human form, but the wanton movements that his body made were still surprising to his new recom self. the need to fuck, to breed, was all-consuming. he'd assumed it would reach its peak and fall like that of past times in his other form --but the more his hips jutted into the pillow, the more stimulation he needed.

• the almost burrow-like hole he'd humped into the pillow had since become wet; dampened with the almost never-ending reams of precum and juices dripping out from the head of his pulsating blue cock. curved rocking took place of his keen thrusts into the material below, quaritch doing his best to smush the weight of his heavy balls into the cushion alongside his hanging shaft.

• his hands, once splayed out on the mattress had since covered his length; palms spread over his cock, the slick, wet noises only adding to his deliberate yet desperate movements. as the juices dribbled out onto his fingers from the sheer speed and effort with which he fucked himself into the pillows, he could feel himself getting closer and closer

• eyes squinted, tail swishing uncontrollably, and his expression twisted in heat-stained pleasure, quaritch's pumps became erratic and needy. the tip of his bulbous head pulsed and throbbed every time it peeked out from between the pads of his fingers and the material underneath him. covered in a thick sheen of stickiness, only increasing once his orgasm rippled through him.

• long, thick streaks of cum spurted from his dick, as he continued to roughly hump into the pillows; his loud growls and snarls mixing with the occasional gasp in body-wracked pleasure. smearing the cum all over his length, now jerking wantonly into his tight fist, quaritch wrung out as much warm cum as he could. the room's air once fresh and chill, now humid, murky and thick from the sheer sweat of his body and heat from his movements

#lmk ur thots on this one :) #miles quaritch x afab reader #colonel miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #avatar recom quaritch #recom quaritch #jake sully x you #jake sully headcanons #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar x reader #avatar smut #na'vit x reader #na'vi smut

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

some random nsfw + sfw jake sully hcs~

bc we all need derpy jake. and sexy jake. here u go 🤭

sfw~

• lovessssss massages. any kind, but always receiving them. if you ask, he'll give them to you, but he's more for lightly tracing your skin, or feeling you up as opposed to concerted massages

• but for jake? lie that 8ft catboy down, get massaging on his shoulderblades or thighs, and he's now pretty much putty in your hands. he'll agree to almost anything, and probably fall asleep before you're even done

• loves playing tag. he's a grown-ass na'vi, but also a delinquent who's still not over the concept of having working legs; so ask that boy to chase you and he'll get right on it

• he has a lot of surplus energy, so weaving through the thick undergrowth, batting away stray leaves and prancing between aged roots is his jam. he especially loves the little excited giggles you let out as you prance away, or the sound of your quickened heartbeat when he's sneaking up on you as you hide in some shrubbery, or behind a big tree trunk and let's not lie, this 100% leads to a good ole' playful fuck

• still spanks plants. he loves to see them glow or change shapes because in spite of the abs and daddie energy, jake's still a literal manchild

• is an avid big-talker. during conversations, or when you're in the midst of fixing a broken object or making a plan, jake'll absentmindedly interrupt with lowkey the dumbest advice or idea lmao.

• less so when he's in charge of the plan, bc then he's really in the headspace. but if he's sort of on the listening-side, he struggles a lot with not just blurting out random stuff that pops into his head

• it's because of his adhd vibe really; he can barely pay attention unless you're looking him dead in the eyes, so what he assumes is a great method is in actuality a half-baked response to about one third of the actual conversation you just had

• makes a little 'heheh' noise when he works out a problem. oddly, things like saving communities and flying an ikran don't stimulate this response; instead finally getting the knot right on his loincloth, fixing the end of his broken bow or squeezing through a super tight space between two thick roots will get him all giddy

• either eats fucking loads, or nibbles. some days he'll barely eat anything, but maybe sneak-eat some of your prepared meal while you're distracted

• other days jake'll go unusually quiet, disappear, and then come back with a huge bowl of food just to plop down and eat the entire thing in one sitting, barely batting an eye and then undoubtedly have a tummy ache bc guess what's not the vibe? eating 11 whole fruits in one sitting with no breaks

• can't for the life of him remember sacred omaticayan sayings when he needs to. he almost always needs you to remind him about 10-20 seconds max before he has to say them, or he forgets again; him blanking on the respectful greeting of a different clan leader has def happened at least twice lmao

• does a happy jig when he finds the right route back to your home. when you've been out all day hunting, foraging or just exploring, he'll ofc forget where you actually came from. and if you're not an instinctual navigator, you two will be lost for some time, ngl. but once he figures out where to go, he'll kick a foot or do a micro-jump at the victory

• once flew his ikran so fast that his eyepiece slipped over his eyes and nearly killed him and his dragon. he like bejewelled it with new things one time, and felt the need to brag about it but didn't account for the excess weight. after the ordeal he elected to never tell anyone this, but has since not worn the eyepiece again lmao

nsfw~

• is a sucker for cleavage. he dgaf about the size, but irrespective of the place, the energy or the amount of seconds between having just fucked, he's still getting like just-seen-tits-for-the-first-time kind of flustered; he actually won't make any remarks or anything, but he'll do the classic double-take and maybe smirk a bit bc innately he's still a doe-eyed perv

• def has a foot fetish; and now that he's a huge blue boy, it's only increased. bigger feet, better colors, and as a bonus, they glow now. you can expect him to lift a leg up mid-missionary thrust and begin leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to the arch of your foot; sliding his warm, wet tongue along each of the digits too, some desperate, chesty moans escaping his partially-open mouth

• jake's a bit slutty. it's not unusual to associate jake sully with the himbo cliche, of course. but even more than that is his inclination to being just a little bit more provocative than necessary in situations;

• letting out a wanton groan from merely opening a tightly-sealed object, sitting with his legs spread, usually a hand resting on his dick, loves to stick his tongue out and/or lick his lips when he's thinking, etc. the majority of it isn't even on purpose, he just happens to have these ticks and make these noises although some of it def is ofc; no one doesn't mean to moan if they do it while they yawn

• has sought out sex pollen to use for the both of you before. he was initially a bit hesitant, but once he realised that it wasn't some pandoran viagra, but rather magic mushrooms that also up the horny to 120%, he was more than down

• has a size kink; specifically with his dick, but anything turns him on if it's got a size difference - his broad blue chest, his large hands that rake up and down your smaller body, or maybe his toned thighs that flex underneath your aching pussy as you grind down onto him. but his dick is his favorite

• when you squeal and writhe underneath him because it's just too big, it only inflates his ego; unlike someone more sadistic or dominant, jake'll take his time in stretching you out and coaxing all of that slick wetness from your pussy, all the while smirking in amusement and delight at your squirming

• he'll leave little cock taps on your entrance, or smear his throbbing blue length along your lips, and rub his bulbous reddened tip onto your swollen clit in tight circles; all in aims to eventually bottom out inside your wet warmth and clenching walls

• moves around a lot when you have sex. not like, the usual thrusting kind of moving, but straight-up fidgeting. things like moving his hands, needing to readjust something, his hair getting in the way, or a cramp/something spiky underneath his back bothering him are all pretty common

• secretly wants you to play with his balls more often during oral. he's a lil shy bean sometimes, and will most often emphasise his preferences in bed, but outside is a different story really; he just rlly wants you to but doesn't want to pressure you

• one time on an especially fruity date in the forest, after having eaten picnic-style under a large willow-like tree, you just began to touch yourself. that wasn't even the best part; the best part for him was when you rubbed your pussy into the grass

• for some reason that really stuck with jake; just the innate sexuality and eroticism of it. seeing your hips gyrate into the soft blades, grass becoming glossy and almost sticking together from your arousal. it seemed so natural for you, that it begged the question - had you done this before?? and if so, how many times? and why had he not been privy to this until just now?

• that made him the hardest he'd been in a long time. ever since that sunny afternoon, jake kept it as a class A spankbank memory. so now when he's roughly tugging and fisting his thick, swollen blue cock right towards release, the thought of you writhing in front of him on that patch of lush, green grass pushes him to orgasm every time

hope u enjoyed lovelies!

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