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pandoraslxna · 1 day
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📝 quaritch + size kink (human reader)! could u possibly do noncon for it? im curious to see how you'd write this! 🫶
Miles Quaritch x female human reader, minors dni 🔞
Warnings: non-con, captivity, humiliation, size kink, cum eating
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This turn of events would’ve been funny, if it weren’t for you bent over the desk in the interrogation cell, captured by the RD-fuckin‘-A. The waistband of your half-removed pants hanging around mid-thigh, your shirt shoved up to your neck, arms uncomfortably bent and handcuffed behind your back.
And there’s also this fucker. Quaritch. One of his hands is pushing you down against the cold surface of the table, the other slithering over the wet, flushed heat between your legs. You're dripping on the floor, two orgasms wrenched out of you by his thick calloused hands and he doesn’t give you the impression that this will be over any time soon.
"Jesus, sweetheart, got my own little ocean here", he snickers, tapping your oversensitive clit with his rough digits. Your knees go weak; say what you want about him, but he knows what he's doing. Still, you haven’t given him anything of use.
But it’s the sound of a zipper being pulled down that makes you question how long it is going to take for you to reveal Jake’s location. To tell him on which island he’s hiding, which clan is giving him shelter.
"Loyal as a dog, huh? We‘ll see about that."
Had someone ever postulated to you that the human body could stretch as much as yours was doing now, you would have denied the possibility. But Quaritch seemed very eager to show you just how little you know about your own body.
His biceps alone was about as wide around as your waist. He could snap you in half, if he wanted. More trouble than it's worth, but it still felt as if he was trying to. But not with his hands, no. He was daring to tear you apart with his cock.
A sudden thrust of his hips drives that massive slab of flesh fractionally deeper into your already stuffed cunt, drawing a whine from your gagged mouth. The action threatens to send your legs out from beneath yourself, a result that would force you to your knees and would ultimately make you find out about if your throat could stretch as much around his length as your cunt was currently struggling to.
Quaritchs free hand rakes over your back and tangles in your hair, pulls you up and forces you to look back at him. "Maybe I should get you a collar", he chuckles. "You'd look so fuckin' sweet in pink. Only fair, since everyone already calls you Sully‘s rabid bitch."
There’s a muffled cry coming from you as your body stretches to accommodate still more of his length, the warring pain and pleasure a heady mixture that you’re afraid to become addicted to as he thrusts into you. It’s this sensation that’s pulling an orgasm from you. Body threatening to shake apart with the force of it, Quaritch watches through hooded eyes as you come around his cock, sticky arousal beading and dripping down around his base.
You're still breathing heavily when you feel hot spurts of cum painting your insides white. When he pulls out of you, you whine at the sudden loss, the painful emptiness. But then you feel his thumb, swirling around in the filthy mixture of fluids coating your entrance.
Quaritch then steps around the table you’re still laying on, limb as a ragdoll, before he roughly removes the gag and presses his tumb between your lips.
He smirks in terse approval when you begin to lick it clean.
You can play his games, but you wouldn’t tell him anything. He looks like he wants to tell you to lick his cock clean too, just for the sake of humiliating you, but you know, deep down he decides not to push his luck. Good for him. If he had, you may as well have damned the consequences and bitten it off.
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anxiousdreamcore · 2 days
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Me when I see my old works actively reblogged but my view of the characters and drawing/writing quality has changed since then and I don’t like my old interpretations:
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ronals-sidepiece · 1 year
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and then wish to live like them afterwards
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kayimx · 1 year
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YOU KNOW WHO THIS MOTHERFUCKER LOOK LIKE LOWKEY??
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LOOOOK
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choclodox · 10 months
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If Big Q didn’t know better than to body shame then, he certainly does NOW 💅
seriously though, who is the traitor in the midst of the council because SOMEONE had to have told the Avatar writers that this generation has a thing for DILFs
And now that the movies are delayed…someone’s gotta keep the morale up until Avatar 3…and the work ain’t gonna do itself⁣…
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goodbyetothenight · 2 months
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All actors were confirmed to be returning to the Avatar set recently. Sam Worthington (Jake Sully), Zoe Saldaña (Neytiri), Jack Champion (Spider), Stephen Lang (Miles Quaritch) and Matt Gerald (Lyle Wainfleet).
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nat-but-free · 5 months
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AVATAR SPECIAL EDITION AVATAR SPECIAL EDITION
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jakexneytiri · 9 months
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IM GIGGLING SO HARD 😭😭 mans putting those legs to WORK!
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whereireid · 1 year
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𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐰/ 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
a/n: a very short drabble about daddy quaritch and his bunny (me) warnings: cockwarming, cum, nickname (bunny), daddy!kink, power imbalance, established relationship
There’s a shuffling of hips, followed swiftly by quiet grunts of frustration, and the feeling of Quaritch’s slender blue fingers digging into your thighs.
“What are you doing? I said don’t move, bunny.”
Silence beats through the air for a second - an innocent pause, and you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing in deeply through your mouth. It’s hard to ignore the throbbing of Quaritch’s cock as you clench around him. It consumes you, drowns you like an alarming wave, and you whimper as he shuffles slightly, his strong hands holding you in place.
It’s dreadful how his cum leaks out of your pussy so slowly. Dreadful how he watches, his thumb smearing his cum over your cunt, trying to keep it as close to your hole as possible. You hiss in result, bucking forwards, your breath sharp as his cock presses wonderfully against the sensitive bud inside of your pussy.
“Bunny, you’re terrible at listening to your daddy today.” It makes you pout when his heavy balls smack against your ass slightly as he repositions himself, looking at your cunt, satisfied with how red and swollen it looks.
“Sorry, ‘ts just hurting.”
You involuntarily clench around him again when he slides a finger up the slits of your cunt. Quaritch tuts, his hot breath heavy against your neck. You’re so tight, your cunts restraint on him so constricting it feels like you’re trying to milk him again.
And maybe you are. “You want some more of daddy’s milk, bunny?” Quaritch pouts mockingly, grinning to himself as you mewl and readjust your legs. There’s a dull pain which is numbing your senses - perhaps it’s caused by the antagonizing throbbing of his cock inside of you every few seconds.
Your head lulls against his chest. “I want more,” you breathe, accepting that your fate tonight is to sit here, ready and wanting for whenever Quaritch wants.
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hyperfixatedfandomer · 8 months
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Ok so we all know that, in the movie, Miles had a special sort of stare that would make people back down when he wanted to go through with something, like with the “Let’s hunt” scene, so let’s take it a step further.
I like to think that colonel has his special death stare that he uses to win arguments or intimidate people into doing his bidding, and then even uses it on Spider when they argue. It works first couple times but then Spider learns to mirror it, and with down-turned brows like his it becomes quite easy.
So now the kid uses it as a defence mechanism. When he feels threatened he’d use the stare to make whoever threatens him to back down or to intimidate humans into letting him go places he might not be allowed in. Basically using it to his benefit to survive amongst humans.
And then, weeks after the Sea Dragon incident, he argues with Jake.
Jake grabs his arm.
Spider instinctively looks him in the eye.
And a shiver runs down Sully’s back…
…like he’s seen this gaze before.
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When you miss your dad you start reminiscing on when you would spend time with him (when spider was a literal toddler) quaritch ain't the best dad
just a quick doodle to get something out of my system!!! Quaritch is off doing rda business or whatever, too little time for spider 💔
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pandoraslxna · 1 day
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💥Quaritch please
A headcanon I’ve made of Quaritch:
He‘s a huge flirt if he’s truly interested in someone. Prepare yourself for lots of pet names and seductive / teasing jokes, simply because he enjoys seeing you flustered. He‘s also very touchy and has to get his hands on you whenever he can, even if it’s just something simple like a hand on your lower back or holding his hand out for you to take when you execute the samson helicopter (ever the gentleman). Definitely tries to get a peak into your blouse when you bend down or checks out your ass when you walk by and nobody’s watching. He’s a little pervert but very good at hiding it.
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anxiousdreamcore · 4 months
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Original ATWOW script made me feel feelings.
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barleyo · 8 months
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Hybrid.
Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)
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A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back from hiatus, sorry, I've been gone for so long. I got this idea while listening to one of my favorite nsfw asmr creators (feelgoodfilth, please go check him out y’all). Love you all, thanks for reading!
Tags: breeding kink, medical fetish, p in v, handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies
Wordcount: 1.7K
“Colonel Quaritch?”
“Hm, yeah?”
The woman walked into the small waiting room, taking only a few steps while clutching a clipboard to her chest. 
“I’m ready to run your tests. Would you follow me to the back office?” Her lips pressed into an awkward line, the pissed look on Quaritch’s face telling her that he wasn’t in the mood for a smile.
He stood up, head leaning down uncomfortably in the room. The ceilings got a bit higher when they turned the corner to her office, allowing him to reach closer to his full height. An examining table sat in the middle of the office, and an overhead light stood above it.
“Do I–?” Miles’ hand loosely pointed over to the table.
“Oh, yes, please. Careful of the light, Colonel.” The woman took her seat on a spinning chair, scooting it toward the table with her wheels. “Careful– careful now,” she said, holding her arms out as he roughly sat on the table, trying to protect his large body, as if catching him would have done any good. 
He snorted, lip pulling into a bored, fixed snarl. “Yeah, so sorry, miss,” he said, voice anything but apologetic. 
She gave a small nod, eyeing her papers clipped to her board, scanning over them quickly. 
“Ah– no matter. So, Colonel Quaritch, I have to run a few simple tests and check-ups before we start the extraction process. Please, hold still.”
Extraction.
“Lord, this damn thing couldn’t take any longer, could it? Fucking Christ,” he snapped, patience thinning by the minute.
The RDA just wanted to piss him off at this point, he thought. The whole situation left a bad taste in his mouth, from start to finish. Creating recoms with lab grown Na’vi bodies was getting too expensive, so this was the alternative. Why make them from the government and taxpayers’ money when they had all they really needed: a few female recoms, a few male recoms and a way for them to mix.
“I know, I’m sorry– I know this can’t be pleasant for you,” she said. She was trying to be as sympathetic as possible, but it wasn’t a great process for her to deal with either, especially when the medical wing was understaffed. 
“You have no idea, girl.” Miles groaned impatiently and spread his legs out, trying to work out the stress and kinks from his joints. “Can we just get this over with?”
The nurse nodded and scrambled over to her desk, pulling out an otoscope. She ushered him to lower his head to her level, having already pumped her chair up to its maximum height. “Hey, hey, hold still,” she inserted the tool, holding his blue ear to stop it from flicking as she looked through the lens. “Okay, all good.” 
“What’s even the point of this? Can’t I just jizz in a fucking cup and leave?” He took a deep breath and his nose twitched in irritation. 
“That– that comes later,” she said, face warm at his vulgar language, “just a few more tests, I promise. Now,” she pointed at her mouth, “open up, I need to take a look at your teeth.”
“What? Why?” Miles drew his eyebrows together, looking her up and down. 
“I’ve got to make sure your teeth are healthy, and strong before we pass your DNA down to our other soldiers,” she said while still pointing her fingers at her mouth. “C’mon, show me that handsome smile, eh, Colonel?”
A sigh escaped his muscled chest, stripes seemingly shaking as he breathed. 
“Fine.”
She brought a small light to his mouth, lifting her head up high to see all of his teeth. They were sharp and barred at her, shining in the reflection of her light. 
A few other meaningless tests were performed, each draining Quaritch of his patience more and more. If he had to do one more fucking thing, he was going to—!
“Here you are. Now just take this and, uhm, you know,” she said, passing him a sterile cup to fill. “Fill it to the top, if you can.”
She looked away and started to turn to her desk before she heard a zipper. Her head snapped over to the table to see Miles removing his heavy cock from his cargos, giving it lazy pumps.
“No, there’s– there’s a bathroom for that…!”
“It’ll take like two seconds,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “not leaving just to blow a load.”
She barely heard his response as she watched. She was too busy feeling her grip on the corner of her chair tighten, eyes hooked on the sight of his pretty, blue cock growing in his fist.
 “I, uhm, I think,” she paused, still watching as her voice trailed off.
“Huh? You think what?” He looked at her, smirking at her knuckles going white as she held onto the chair. “I think, little miss, that you want to come help me with this. Am I right?”
“That’s not professional,” she coughed out, turning her head away from him, arms going up to cover her chest. 
“Oh, come on. Don’t you want to help a patient in need? Don’t leave me here to suffer,” Quaritch teased, feeling his impatience being replaced by smugness. 
She bit her lip, eyes squinting as she thought. 
“Oh, nurse,” he called, voice smothered with satisfaction, “I need your help.” He let go of his dick, feeling it spring back to hit his clothed abdomen. A string of precum stuck to his shirt as his cock twitched. 
She walked over to him, pushing the wheeled chair to the corner of the room and out of her way. Taking his cock into her hand, she looked up to meet his blown, amber eyes. “Just to help? T-to hurry the process, right?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, “but, I wouldn’t mind if you took your time.” 
Giving a few, testing strokes, she held as much of his cock that she could manage in her small fist. She went slow, from tip to base. Miles shuttered a bit, hips threatening to snap up into her hand. 
“You’re a little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you? Gonna– fuck,” he clenched his jaw, “gonna actually take your time, huh? Ain’t know you’d listen t’me.”
Taking her other hand, she takes her fingers and traces around his tip, collecting the slick and rubbing it in. She felt it kick in her hands, and gave it a sharp squeeze.
“God, just– let go, c’mon.” 
She let go quickly. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to!”
Quaritch took a breath through his nose and patted his lap. “Come here, come on. That’s right.” 
She sat, facing him. Her blue scrubs made euphoric friction against his cock, gliding across the length as she got comfortable. 
“I’ve gotten a taste of you, darlin’,” he started, “I won’t be able to hold back. Can’t cum inside that fuckin’ cup.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, mouth parting slightly as she felt his hands reach under her shirt. “Colonel?”
“Ain’t no point in growing another recom in a lab with my DNA,” he started, leaning to her neck, letting the warmth of his breath hit the exposed skin, “when I could put my DNA inside of you. Gonna let me breed you? Huh?”
He held onto the swell of her breast under the shirt, running a thumb over her hard nipple. 
“Gonna let me fuck a hybrid into you?”
Her mouth hung open for a second, unanswering. “Colonel….”
“Answer me, missy. Gonna do it? Let me fill you up with a fuckin’ alien baby.”
A slow nod was all he needed to see. In a swift movement, she felt her body turned and pushed, her back on the table. 
“Careful, please,” she mumbled, lips raw from her chewing them nervously. 
“No time for ‘careful,’ honey, I gotta take you nice and rough.” Quaritch pulled her pants and panties down, balling the fabric up and tossing them into a corner in the office. He brought his fingers to her cunt, collecting the slick leaking from her hole. “Worked up, huh?”
He placed one hand over her thigh, pulling her legs apart. She instinctively tried to close them back, unsuccessfully. 
“Keep ‘em open, I need to get you prepped for me.” He took one finger and rocked it into her, reaching to the far back of her walls. “All this talk got you wet already,” he said, feeling his finger slip in and out with ease. 
“Wait, I’m close, really close,” she said, legs starting to shake. 
A  dry chuckle left Quaritch’s mouth. “Yeah? I won’t stop you. Cum.” His fingers curled into the gummy spot in her, abusing the sensitive area. A soft clenching trapped the digit, tightening over him for a few moments. “There, there you go.”
“Thank you, yes– fuck!”
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“One load ain’t enough for you, huh?” His eyes were completely blown and lust-filled. “God– your greedy little cunt, milkin’ me dry.” 
“Please, one more time– one more. Want your babies so bad!” she moaned, voice completely punched out. Her whines were breathless, and broken. 
Quaritch gave a soft hum as he continued at the same pace, slotting his hips between hers roughly. The squelches of her messy, wet cunt filled his ears and egged him on further. Dribbles of his cum from earlier dripped out of her with each of his thrusts.
“I’m just gonna seed you, girl. Spill my fuckin’ cum all in you for second time so it takes.”
Her walls clenched around his cock at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips. 
“You like that, yeah?”
“Yes, yes—” 
“Keep clenching on me, keep me nice and hard,” he growled into her ear gently licking the shell of it after he finished talking, “God– you got me right on the edge.”
“Don’t make me wait,” she sobbed, feeling herself go blind from pleasure.
“So greedy, so– so impatient.” Quaritch held onto her hips, using her hips for further leverage as he fucked her into the table. 
“Cum– cum in me, please, Colonel, one more time.”
Her begging threw him over the edge, and he spilled his second load into her, his cock kicking as he did. 
“Fuck, sweet girl, there you go. Not even gonna pull out of you, gotta keep you plugged up.” He sat up, pulling her on his lap, dick still inside. 
“Do you think I’ll actually, uhm, you know?” she sighed, looking a bit concerned.
“Get pregnant? I don’t know, girl. Maybe not. Or maybe you will, and you’ll get full with some little recom soldier babies.” He ran his hand over her cheek before speaking again, “Maybe I should fill you up again. Third time’s a charm.”
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kayimx · 1 year
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GUYS IDC IF Y'ALL DON'T THINK IT'S FUNNY, BUT I'M GENUINELY DYING OVER THIS, I'M SORRY
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choclodox · 5 months
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Avatar: The Way of Water - Deleted Scenes Pt. 🥊 ⁣⁣
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Cupcake still owes him a knuckle sandwich⁣⁣
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