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I don't think I can think straight rn 😩

Thank you, Luna 💕

Sweet like Cherry — Chapter 5

Miles Quaritch x female scientist reader

Words: 6.3k

Summary: Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.

Warnings: explicit smut, age gap, size difference, alcohol consumption, somehow all men are assholes in this chapter, taking advantage of a drunk reader, cat calling, spanking, rough oral (f receiving), jealousy, possessive behavior, minimal dub-con warning, gambling, biting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, virgin reader, obsession, authority kink, power play, corruption kink

There's a good reason as to why you don’t talk about personal things with your coworkers.

The problem with most coworkers is, they either don’t know or don’t care about someone’s boundaries. They'll just do something like this because they think it’s a nice gesture, and you don’t understand the point when in reality, they just need another reason to get wasted on another saturday night.

Out of place didn’t even begin to cover the way you felt right now.

You knew parties could be fun and a good time for everyone. Not that you’ve been to many before. You just don’t want to be in the middle of this, can't stand the fact that all these people are clustered around, laughing and talking and celebrating you. It feels like a game of play pretend. You don’t even know half of these people that claim to be your friends. They’re not even coworkers, you think. A dozen of them you’ve never even seen before and you’re sure they don’t even work on the same floor as you.

Maggie is going to pay for this later, because she's the only one who could possibly have told them that it's your birthday, and you specifically told her you weren’t going to let her do anything for your birthday. But you should’ve known, the second she asked to do your make up, then stuffed you into this sinfully tight and entirely too short dress of hers because she convinced you it would be fun, and then coincidentally found a pair of heels to match the look.

You couldn’t actually be that stupid, could you? Obviously she had something planned for you, when she asked to spend the evening of your birthday with you for a coffee. Now that coffee turned out to be whatever liquor was filled into that plastic cup in your hand that was then downed with a loud, cheerful whoo of every women in the room because they convinced you that’s how it’s done at a party.

"Aren't you enjoying yourself even a litte?" Laura asks, looking a little like a puppy hoping for a treat as she watches you chew on the inside of your cheek, standing stiff like a rod in the far corner of the room. You’re almost a little disappointed in her, after you found out she helped planning all this. But you can’t be mad at her when she only means good. Apparently that’s what good cowork— friends. That’s what good friends are supposed to do for each other.

And even though you want to say no, you can't bring yourself to throw their kindness back in their faces. After all, they were the only ones that gave you a chance to prove that you could be more than just that nerd. That nerd that doesn’t even bother to make friends or go to parties, that nerd that doesn't even get invited to said parties because you’re no fun anyways.

You may have earned yourself that name, but it still stings to think too much about it. And maybe you don’t want to be that nerd forever. Maybe you want to let yourself enjoy this.

"Yes, I'm enjoying myself," you finally say, swallowing down a sigh.

"Then smile, and go dance with us!" Maggie nudges your side and you cringe at the thought of dancing in the center of the crowded room.

"Why?" You force out a laugh, even though the question is genuine.

"Is this going to be some kind of philosophy discussion?" The brunette rolls her eyes, and you can’t help but admire her talent in applying false eyelashes that long without poking her eyeballs out. "I wanna dance, that's why!"

"I don't dance."

"Everybody dances! You just move, and you're dancing. How easy is that?"

"No I mean, I don't dance. I spazz. It's painful to watch. Me, spazzing all over the floor…" Your voice has grown quieter with every word, until you’re nearly hiding yourself by taking another gulp of that bright yellow liquor in your cup.

It's sweet and fizzy and tastes like sunlight might if you could drink it, so you empty another cup.

Flashing lights give you a taste of what epilepsy might be like and you feel the music pounding through the air and floor caress your every nerve. You feel fuzzy.

But it seems to be a good fuzzy. Warm happiness flows through your body like thick honey. Okay, maybe that happiness was just this overly sweet tasting booze, but you still felt distant in a nice way, and your head seemed to be floating, only attached to your neck by a string. The feel of Maggie’s sweating hand wrapped around your wrist distracted you beyond words, until you realized she was trying to drag you somewhere.

"Well then, let’s find yourself some company so you don’t get bored while you don’t dance all night", she giggles.

The two of you wended your way across to the other side of the room despite every protest that came from you; dodging tables, drunks, dancers, and others with ease, until Maggie seemed to reach her destination with a proud smile on her face. A group of men, most of them as unfamiliar as the better half of people here.

One of them you knew, though. It was Phil from floor 3. G., that computer engineer that had earned himself the title of Maggie’s friend, but with certain… benefits. However by the way these two were looking at each other through that heavy drunken lust in their eyes, one could assume they were actually more than just that.

Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you nervously nipped at your drink once again as Maggie introduced you to the group. A bunch of people that came to celebrate you, yet none of them even knew your name, you came to realize. Great. And if you weren’t slowly starting to feel very funny inside, that would’ve been just another reason for you to leave this party immediately, slip into your favorite pjs and call it a night.

"So, twenty-six, huh?" One of the men smiles and lifts his drink in a toast, gently tipping the cup against yours which snaps you out of your trance. Looking up, you’re met with long, silky curls that framed a slightly tanned and politely smiling face. Your eyes skimmed over his frame for a split second. His body was...compact, lean, firm, though not overly muscular. Just an average looking guy.

"Yep", you clear your throat and send the man an awkward smile that he answers with a chuckle.

"I‘m Ben", he says and for a second, you hesitate to take his hand that he holds out for you to shake. "Nice to meet you."

The impact of that barest of touches, a mere whisper of skin-against-skin as you shake his hand and he squeezes yours, was enough to send blood rushing to your cheeks. His hands are soft, too soft, you think. Ironically, that makes you think about the dozen times a day lately when you had caught yourself thinking about Quaritch‘s hands. His are rough, big and warm, littered in tiny scars that you could feel when he caressed your skin or when he held you in a bruising grip.

The ones that had you concentrate very hard, to not beg him to touch you, on running those fingers across your body. His hands weren’t soft like Bens, who probably worked behind a desk and spent most of his times indoors, preferably in an office of some sorts.

Ben was also polite, you realized right away. He held small talk like it was second nature to him, even though you couldn’t help the awkwardness in the beginning. But his voice is smooth like honey and his jokes actually manage to make you laugh. Genuinely.

But by the time you had emptied your next cup, you couldn’t even seem to focus on the conversation anymore. Everything had turned into a blur of movements around you, and you were grateful for Bens guiding hand as he placed a glass of water into one of yours and took the empty red cup from the other.

"Here, drink this", he said with a chuckle, "Can’t have the birthday girl pass out this early on her special day, right?"

For a moment that seemed endless to you but for anyone near sober it must’ve been nothing more than a few seconds, your eyes lingered on him. Ben was cute, you thought. Not that kind of puppy cute that could make you go aww and ruffle through his hair, but that kind that made you blush and feel hot all over. He was handsome too. For an average guy. But then again, you’re just an average woman, are you not? And kindness, real kindness, was something you suddenly felt very starved for, especially now that it was served to you on a silver platter.

Suddenly it felt as if that hunger was beginning to burn out of control. As if he could sense your feelings, Ben moved just a little closer, the heat from his body searing your skin as he placed a hand to your upper arm and tilted his head.

"Y-Yes, no, i mean–", you stutter, quickly adverting your gaze from him to the glass of water in your hand. "You’re right. Sorry, i didn’t mean to zoom out like that, it’s just been… it’s just been a week for me and normally I don’t drink. Not that much, at least."

His hand moves in a soothing motion, up and down on your arm as he listens attentively. Ben tells you that you have nothing to apologize for. He asks about your work, your studies. He nods along and smiles to everything you say and it makes you feel appreciated, on a level you can’t remember ever feeling before.

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to realize that you’re rambling about your work life. And it takes you even longer to realize that through it all, Bens hand hasn’t moved away. That all it did was move up, up, up until he reaches to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking over your cheek just as you explain to him how the the Pamtseowll can be used as a musical instruments due to the sound produced when the wind moves across the leaves of the plant. Looking back you realized, that must’ve been pretty boring for him to listen to, especially since Ben decided to cut you off mid sentence as he pressed his booze tasting lips against yours.

You’re taken aback from the sudden invasion of your personal space, especially when Ben wraps his arm around your middle and pulls you flush against him. But the alcohol in your system makes up for that pretty quickly, heat rushing up to your face and simultaneously between your thighs makes you feel tingly all over.

His tongue pushes past your lips and you gasp into the kiss, the cup in your hand almost slipping out of your grasp as you lean into it.

The allure of cruising for a quick fuck, or possibly hustling for one; no commitment, no strings makes itself known when a soft sigh, almost a whimper, escapes you. It could be so easy, you think. You could do it tonight and get it over with.

You had to do something about this, this feeling whatever it was, get it out of you.

And his lips already fit so perfect against yours, but that’s really the problem, isn’t it? They’re not too big or too small. His hands can’t close entirely around your upper arm. His chest is basically flush with yours. God, you’re almost eye level with him. He’s so normal, so average. It doesn’t feel special with him. There’s no spark behind his kiss, it doesn’t consume you, it doesn’t take your breath away. He doesn’t make you feel special.

No. This wasn't a good idea.

It was no use, picking a man that wasn't even going to be able to fill in for the one you actually wanted. The one who’s hands you wished were touching you now, instead of Bens. The one who’s lips you wanted on yours, so desperately, you couldn’t even stop imagining it were his instead.

Fuck it, you thought. If he could seek you out to find some temporary relief, so could you. And you needed one, needed him, before you did something you would surely regret in the morning.

Bens face was so close, you had to blink a few times to bring it into focus before you gave him a subtle little push and his lips finally detached from yours.

It must’ve been the sudden change of your facial expression, but he suddenly found the need to apologize for kissing you so sudden, so unsolicited.

"No, no, it’s not that. I just need some fresh air, I feel a little nauseous", you admitted sheepishly, which was both, the truth and a lie. You tried not to pay too much attention to the guilty look in Bens face as you excused yourself and quickly found a way to the exit without anyone taking notice of you, basically ditching your own party.

By now, you could make the walk through the dimly lit hallways to Quaritchs room in your sleep. Or, in this case, drunk and on uncoordinated feet.

Anticipation fills your hazed mind and with an enthusiastic thud, your knuckles connect with the metal frame, producing a muffled echo as you knock on his door.

Heart pounding rapidly in your chest, you eagerly wait for him to open, but the silence that follows is deafening. The realization slowly dawns on you that the Colonel isn't home and a mix of disappointment and frustration crosses your face. But you won’t give up that easily. If he’s not here, there’s only one place he could be at this time of the night.

Two floors up and down the corridor on the left, you could already see light beaming under the comically large door, loud voices and laughter echoing through the hallways that could already be heard as you had exited the elevator earlier.

Peaking into the common room that belonged to team Deja blue, you were greeted by a vibrant atmosphere where you knew the military men gathered to unwind after work. The space was adorned with patriotic decor, displaying flags, emblems, and photographs that reflect their shared commitment as well as their love for barely dressed na’vi pin up girls sitting on tanks and posing with guns. How ironic.

The air carries the smell of smoke and beer, and the musky scent of the day's work and you can’t help but shudder. Your inner warning sirens were working overtime as you stepped foot into the room, fear making your knees go weak, yet every sense of logic and common sense was overtuned by the alcohol buzzing through you. The room exuded a sense of unity, one you clearly didn’t belong to, making you stick out like a sore thumb.

Uniformed recombinant soldiers were relaxing on comfortable couches, their boots resting on coffee tables, engage in heated games of pool or cards -everything maximized to their ridiculous size.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the first pair of eyes to land on your much smaller frame, before nudging the recom next to them with their elbow, pointing at you with their chin.

You try to ignore their boring gazes, the sound of low whistles and snickering picking up the more of them realized your presence. Pulling your sinfully short dress a little down lower, a feeling of regret fills your cheeks in a dark blush. But before you can change your mind and turn around to exit, a large palm settles on your lower back, keeping you from walking backwards out of the room.

"Hey doll face, where ya‘ going?"

Craning your neck up, you’re met with a grin that belonged to a recom that had a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his bald head. You knew he seemed familiar, but the liquor you had consumed earlier made it impossible to concentrate enough to remember his name.

"Oh excuse me, I- I‘m– I was just, uhm, looking for Colonel Quaritch?" You winced at the way you made it sound like a question, cursing yourself for embarrassing you by drunkenly rambling to a stranger.

"The Colonel?" He exchanged a look over his shoulder with some of the other soldiers, who were seemingly interested in what you had to say. "Why’s that, buttercup?"

"I, uhm, want to give him something", you improvise. "It’s urgent." That much was true.

The man looks you up and down for a moment, his eyes nearly peeling the little dress from your body as he takes you in, brows raised high.

"Give him something, huh? Why don’t you give that little something to me?" He laughs.

"He’s not here right now, but we can have good time together too", one of the others calls from behind.

You swallow the lump in your throat, awkwardly picking at your fingernails as your hands begin to shake. Deciding to back off and step back from the whole situation, you set one foot behind the other, already preparing yourself to mumble an embarrassing excuse before an arm wraps itself around your waist and you nearly stumble forward and into one of the soldiers arms.

"C‘mere pretty, I don’t bite", he grins, then points his chin to the bald soldier on his right, "But the Corporal over there sure does."

The men laugh and shove each other like a group of rowdy teenagers, and you’re honestly scared one of them could accidentally crush you if they fell. You use the short moment of chaos to wriggle yourself out of the soldiers grasp, only to be stopped short by your wrist.

"C‘mon short stuff, don’t leave", the bald one shows you an almost apologetic smile that you still struggle to trust. "Ignore these fuckers. Stay for a drink, yeah? I‘m sure the Colonel will be back in a minute. And we have the best beer anyone could get in this shit hole!"

Blame it on the liquor, but your mind was slowly beginning to draw blank, throwing all logic and consequences right out of the window and welcoming the nervous excitement of the forbidden. It felt like there was a pressure in your ribcage, making it harder for you to breathe properly, until you finally exhaled a shaky response.

"Just one."

The thing about working in the military is that you learn to kill your own tells. Killing your own tells is what keeps you from getting that double-tap to the back of the head. But learning how to pick up on what other people do when they're nervous as fuck, that's what’s really helpful, you’ve only just realized.

In hindsight, you should have known that agreeing to one beer that ultimately lead to two more and then to a round of poker was a bad idea. And now you’re perched up on someone’s lap and you don’t even know how poker works. That someone is named Lyle, you remind yourself of the previous learned name. His chin rests on top of your shoulder, nose buried in your shared cards that you hold up for him to see, one of his hands squeezing your hip while the other holds your hands steady.

"This one next," he whispers into your ear, pointing at the card on the far left before you laid it down in front of the table as instructed.

"Three fours showing, and over here…" The recom named Prager slaps another card down face-up in front of you. "Still garbage, sorry sweets. Ace high." Grinning, he pushes three colorful plastic chips into a pile in the middle of table. "I bet three."

The rest of the group remains silent, save for the sound of grinding teeth and stressed sighs.

The nervous trembling of your thighs doesn’t let up when the next round of cards is handed out, so you reach for the can of oversized beer and gulp the rest of it down.

"Relax, buttercup," Lyle chuckles, his hand soothing over your thigh, "You need to work on hiding your tells. You don’t want us to loose, do you?"

"Yeah but ya’ gonna if she keeps that up, Wainfleet," another soldier laughs.

"Poor thing is shaking so much, you might as well bet her next to finally get a lucky streak."

Crimson red fills the apple of your cheeks, barely visible however under the alcohol-induced flush of your skin. But even though your senses are as if in daze and directed at what is happening in front you, you still got enough situational awareness to realise that there’s someone standing in the doorway watching with a tense jaw.

"You gotta be careful," that someone says, the words flowing like nothing ever has, making the hair rise on the nape of your neck. "Betting another man's things like that."

And it should bother you, how easily he can categorize you as one of his things, like a gun or whatever fucking possessions he had, but it doesn't, because you are his. Aren’t you?

"Ah, boss", Lyle laughs, and you may not be a marine or recombinant or anything of the sort, but you could tell that he was nervous. Silence bleeds over the rest of team Deja blue as the Colonel steps into the room, sending cards go flying as he yanks you up by your wrist and throws you over his shoulder like a dead deer. Prey.

You squeak once the room has turned upside down, hands instinctively reaching for the hem of your dress to keep it in place as soldiers ogled the way Quaritch was walking you out of the room without another word and marched down the hallway.

The amount of times you’ve found yourself in his room could be counted on one hand, you came to realize, once you’re thrown onto his bed, almost bouncing off the oversized mattress.

A finger is pointed at you, and shame and dread uncontrollably fill your eyes with tears that dare to spill over as Quaritch barks at you like he’s lecturing a child.

"You listen here very careful, kid", he’s damn near yelling, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

Kid.

Being now twenty-six years of age, you certainly took a degree of offense when a man his age still called you 'kid.' There wasn't much childish about you, never have been. Not in the last ten years, so there was no need for him to go running his mouths at you like you were twelve.

Balling your fists at your side, you barked right back at him, "I‘m not a child!"

For several seconds, there was nothing, and you wondered if you’d truly fucked up this time, and you don’t even dare to look up at the man towering over you like a mountain. That is, until the bed suddenly dips and a hand effortlessly closes around your wrist and manhandles you to bend over his lap.

You would squirm and fight and run if it weren't for the iron grip on your wrists, pinning them behind your back like the wings of a butterfly to a board.

"That’s right," he murmurs that part, but the rest comes out more sternly, "So quit actin‘ like one whenever something doesn’t go your way!"

The first blow of his hand descended onto your upturned ass comes so sudden and unexpected, sending you sliding forward over the muscular thigh you were bent over, that you couldn’t help but yelp, before you sucked in a sharp gasp of air as the sting spread through you. "What the— fuck!" You hissed. "What are you even talking about!?"

"What am I talking about?" Quaritch scoffs.

You barely forced yourself to relax when the next one came, making you jump, and duck your head down even lower in a vain attempt to scoot farther away from his hand.

"I can smell the liquor all over you, hun. And the way you were throwing yourself at these little creeps? Don’t act dumb with me. You and I both know damn well what you were trying to do here."

"Y-You’re imagining things!" You protest. Another slap, and this time you could feel the smooth fabric of your dress riding up, giving him unhindered access to the tender flesh beneath. "Fuck, that hurt, you–"

Blow after blow came over you, cutting off every complain and every thought that might’ve formed if you could concentrate enough, and you might have tried counting them but there were so many. Too many, and your ass was burning and suddenly you wanted nothing more than to say you were sorry, you'd never do it again, and maybe the Colonel would stop soon and you could just promise to be good—

But he didn't stop and you heard the smack again and one more landed, and god damn it really fucking hurt. You only realised you had started speaking aloud, babbling apologies and begging for it to stop when fingers ran over your panties, feeling for your throbbing clit beneath the thin fabric.

"Tell me, would you’ve spread your legs for them like you did for me? Thought you could just take what you want because I’m not giving it to you?"

One hand squeezed and molded a cheek, and you moaned as he groped the overly sensitive flesh. If you could gather enough strength to crane your neck and look at him, you would’ve caught the way his ears flicked at the sound of that.

Another slap, this time aimed a little lower, more gentle, with fingertips brushing over your folds at the impact and you let out another moan, less like a painful one and more in a way that was so unmistakable, that when you felt the thigh you laid on tense, you could only guess what was coming now.

"Does this turn you on, getting what you deserve?" Quaritch said lowly, the spanks stopping for a while in favor of torturing you with the barest of touches, rough fingertips flicking over that little bundle of nerves until you were whining and squirming.

"No," you then responded in a hushed whisper.

Pulling the fabric of your panties taunt, Miles gave you a mean wedgie as he inspected the wet patch forming right there. With a chuckle he told you, "you’re pretty little pussy is telling me otherwise."

"That’s– that’s not true!"

"Oh, it’s not? That means you did enjoy all this attention they gave you today, hm? You enjoyed having all these fuckers look at you like you’re candy they want to peel out of its wrapper?"

"I- No, I didn’t–"

Rough fingertips run up and down your slit, cutting you off mid sentence as you feel him pull your slip to the side.

"What were you even doing there?" His voice sounds calmer now, collected, as he thumbs your exposed clit.

"Was looking for you", you mumble, all fight gone the moment warm pleasure fills your veins the more he plays with you like this.

"For me?" Quaritch chuckles, brows raised high. "Why’s that?"

"You know why…" You groan when one of his digits that had been circling your entrance slides into you, painfully slow and teasing, just an inch before it slides out again.

"I do. But I want to hear you say it."

Biting your lip prevents you from giving in to his teasing, but it doesn’t help muffle the moan that’s slips out when he pushes back inside, letting you feel the stretch of your walls as they envelop not one, but two of his thick fingers.

"Missed me, hm?" He grins. You can’t see it from your position, but you can hear that shit eating grin in his voice. And then his fingers start to move. His palm smacks your ass with every thrust, fingers curling inside you to feel for that spongey little spot that made you gasp.

"C‘mon, say it."

He speeds up fast. Too fast for you to catch up with, forcing moans and wet squelching sounds out of you, until you huff out in frustration.

"Fuck, okay! Yes, I missed you." That one actually makes him laugh, enough for you to grind your teeth, turn your head and bark back at him, "And you’re an… you’re a jealous old man!"

"Yeah? That so?"

His eyes seem to pierce right through yours as he glances back at you, grin sharp and dangerous before he grabs you by the waist and spins you around so you’re pushed with your back against the mattress, instead of being uncomfortably bend over his thighs.

If there was one thing that was able to set the butterflies in your tummy alive and making them do little jumping jacks, it was the way Quaritch so easily manhandled you so you were bend like a pretzel, panty shoved down and over your ankles, who were now nearly touching your ears. It was harder to breathe like this, that was for sure. But you don’t mind the position one bit, especially with the view of him laying down flat on his stomach, head neatly nestled between your spread thighs as he admires the wet glossy look of your pussy just begging for him to finally fucking do something.

You had guys go down on you before. Two in total. And it wasn’t like they were necessarily bad at it, it was just that they apparently had learned one way to do it and then decided to stick with whatever that technique was called. And that’s when you decided that being on the receiving end of oral, it wasn’t really for you.

But with Quaritch, you knew from the very second the tip of his tongue parted your folds from your slit to your clit, that it was gonna be different.

It felt like the pleasure was shooting straight up your spine, making your back arch off the bed as he repeated the same motion once more, groaning when your slick juices hit his tastebuds.

"Holy shit", you let the words out in a shaky breath, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling above you.

"Eyes on me, cherry."

Glancing down on yourself, you catch the moment he spreads your folds with his thumbs to get better access to your clit that coyly peeks out from under its hood. Quaritch gives the little nub a teasing tap with his fingertip, and you both watch as a thin string of arousal and spit connect your clit with his finger before it breaks. Not even a split second later and he’s on you again.

You nearly choke on a moan when his lips close around your clit and sucks, his mouth halfway covering your whole cunt as he eats you out, tongue swirling around those sweet spots of yours. The noises he makes are wet, sloppy and so dirty, and it brings you to the edge of that pleasure high faster than you could process.

A hand reaches for his buzzed down hair as he gives you a filthy kiss right where you need it.

"Oh- Oh god, I think I’m gonna come", you moan as his hands slide up to hold you more open than you were before, so that he could taste you again and again, his tongue dipping deeper and deeper inside every time. Your hand curls tighter in his hair, tugging, and you worry for a moment that you were hurting him. Not that this was even possible. Still, you just couldn’t help it– touching him was the only thing anchoring you, as if you would float away and disappear if you‘d move your hands just an inch.

But Quaritch doesn't seem to mind, not if the way he groans, grinds his face against your pussy and thrusts his tongue deeper into you is anything to go by.

You could feel the pleasure growing inside you, in your toes and in your spine and behind your eyelids, and you arch against him, moaning at each touch of his tongue, his lips against your clit– sucking and slurping and kissing. It's building and you’re reaching for it, hips jerking violently as though to follow his mouth, and then you’re falling apart with a gasp that ebbs into a moan.

You don’t even hear yourself for the first couple of seconds, the blood rushing behind your ears drowning out the volume of your moans before your legs finally stop trembling and clenching around the head nestled between them.

Arms falling limp to your sides, you watch your own chest raising and falling in frantic pants. You’re spent and exhausted, truthfully. But you can’t help but notice that the wet glide of the Colonels tongue hasn’t stopped yet. It circles around your clit, not quite touching it, just teasing.

"Miles", you call for him, soft and quiet, voice hoarse from moaning. You’re not prepared for the sudden suction on raw nerves created by his puckered lips, and you cry out in surprise. Your legs twitch in overstimulation as he sucks and groans, the vibrations only adding further to the stimulation that quickly morphs from uncomfortable to pleasurable. "M-Miles, fuck! I- I can’t, wait!"

Your back nearly arches off the bed, if it weren’t for his his hands keeping you in place. It felt like his tongue was everywhere at once, licking every inch of your cunt, all those places that brought yet another orgasm rushing forward.

Unable to control the movements of your body, you pump your hips against his face as your stomach muscles clench and your head digs into the pillow underneath you.

"Can’t, I can’t", you mewl, "s‘too much!"

"No, you will take it", he says, barely lifting his head to speak and the air that blows out between his words send a full on body shiver through you. "You will take it because that’s what little sluts get. I‘m only giving you all this attention that you were seeking today and now you’re complaining?"

It takes a moment for you to find your voice.

"I‘m not- not a slut", you protest. Glancing down at Quaritchs face, his wet chin and lips slicked with you, his lips curl in diabolical pleasure.

"No? Then whose humping my face like this? Who’s been fucking dripping all over my thighs from being spanked, huh? Cherry, you are a little slut. A desperate one too."

His sharp tongue then flicks over your clit again, and you break into a thousand pieces. It feels so good you’re shaking, as red hot pleasure surges through your veins and clouds your vision. Your second orgasm ebbs away faster than the first, but is nonetheless as intense. The feel of sticky wet arousal soaking the sheets below you makes you cringe and you want to move away, but the iron grip he has on your thighs doesn’t falter. If anything, he just holds you more secure, pulls you closer, to press his tongue into you as far as it could reach.

"Oh god- please, I can’t!" You nearly sob, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes while Quaritch flattens his tongue to catch every droplet of slick running down your slit. "Give me a break!"

"One more," he purrs, dark and sinister, his sharp grin visible even as he peeks up from between your legs.

"I don’t know if I can," you whine, throwing your head back at the invitation of sensations that just don’t let up.

"You can and you will."

The pressure of his suction continues as he moves his tongue, trailing it along your lips and over to your clit again. He sucks the sensitive nub and then slides two fingers inside your body, curving them, increasing their pressure as your loud moans turn into screams.

Miles wraps his free arm around your waist, stilling your trembling hips and locking you in place. He increases the thrusts of his digits, rubbing intently against your walls as he sucks harder on your throbbing clit. He's determined to make you see stars and it’s for him to decide when this insanely pleasurable form of torture is finally over.

You could only hope, pray and moan to him, god or whoever– as you felt the beginning tremors of what you hoped would be your last orgasm for the night course through your body, and your legs clamp tightly, unable to withstand the sheer intensity of it.

Sensing the growing tension in your body, Miles suddenly pulls back, replacing his mouth with his thumb on your clit, stroking around the glands before touching it directly, causing you to cry out.

He grins, catching his breath, and then continues his assault on your body until you’re past the point of return, walls clenching around his fingers and thighs pressed firmly to his shoulders, framing his head.

It’s heat against heat, hot tongue against hotter folds, and you throw your head back and sob with relief. It’s good, really good— his tongue is long enough so that when he laps at you he hits your clit on the upswing every time. Your hips buck once its too much, his tongue nearly rubbing you raw but he holds you down and then it becomes just right as you fall apart with a cry.

It takes several minutes for your senses to come back together, regain your vision and hearing, and when you blink your sore eyes open, you’re met with Quaritch‘s, just as he’s finishing leaving a final mark on your inner thigh. His teeth have left a purplish imprint on your soft skin and he grins at you.

"You’re mine. Never forget that."

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#anla reads

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torukmaktoskxawng · 13 days

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I have been summoned 🥵

Avatar Memes#3

Anytime The Sully's looks away from you...for a minute that's all it takes for Ronal & Tonowari to snatch you...and show you no mercy on their courtship-

...im pan but this gets me-

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torukmaktoskxawng · 16 days

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Welcome to boop war 2.0! Boop!

I've done been boop-boozeled! Ahhh 💖

#boop war #tumblr boop #boop war 2.0

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torukmaktoskxawng · 16 days

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any big updates on chapter 17. I honestly can't wait to see Jake's reaction. Honestly Jake should thank Ewya that Kayla and Tsu'tey never met or they would make a I hate/strong dislike/I don't want to talk about it club for Jake

Jake would NEVER find peace if Kayla and Tsu'tey ever met 😂

New chapter is about halfway done! So far, I'm really happy with it 🥰

Another snippet of upcoming chapter 17:

It was strange being able to sleep in the shack again, and even more strange to be the only occupant. Kayla looked around the tiny man-made space, eyes flicking to her bunk, the desk, the small kitchenette, and then the vacant wheelchair she never had the heart to throw out when she first arrived at High Camp. It now lay folded up and leaning against the corner wall, former white letters that spelled 'Sully' now unrecognizable. A fond smile graced her lips when she thought back to the three weeks she and Spider stayed here and the teenager struggled to figure out how to balance on the accessible chair as it rocked on its back wheels. The attempt ended with him falling and rolling backward and leaving Kayla in a fit of uncontrollable laughter that he eventually joined.

The thought of her boy made her chest squeeze uncomfortably for a moment, the feeling of loneliness suddenly very apparent in this small shack. How strange that she was sitting in a place she had once tried to call home, but now she felt homesick for an island that was oceans away, or in her case, one neural link away. Realistically, she could go lay down in a link bay and wake up in her marui, Spider's nivi swinging slowly just off to the side of hers as he sleeps. Kayla shook her head and smiled to herself, amused at the idea of walking to the link bay only to be intercepted by either Norm or Max, both men who had adamantly told her not to link back until it was early morning in Awa'atlu so both her human and avatar form could receive separate reprieve.

As much as she would like to entertain the idea of rest, the lingering silence in her shack made it feel as though the walls were closing in around her. Kayla knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if she were alone, so she kept herself busy instead, starting with her overgrown hair.

Looking into the mirror that night, a small sense of normalcy returned when she had managed to cut her hair to the same short length she had when she first arrived on Pandora. While her reflection didn't initially scare her anymore without any matted long hair or sunken eyes, Kayla still had a hard time recognizing the woman in the mirror without blue skin or a piercing yellow gaze. It felt wrong and her skin prickled and itched with this revelation. A twisted part inside of her wanted to try and scratch her face off until she recognized it, but she refrained from doing so, knowing how delusional it sounded. It felt as though she was living in someone else's body and she needed to return to hers despite the logical voice in her head reminding her that she was born in this body, as a human, not a Na'vi, and she was foolish to believe otherwise.

The unrealistic voice in her head argued that there was nothing wrong with being a little foolish.

#ask anla #tsamsiyu ta'em fic

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torukmaktoskxawng · 17 days

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I hope you get better soon

Thank you 💕

I've just started feeling better this past week, but I think it took so long for me to get better because I was overworking myself. (I think it's almost been a month since I had the strength and motivation to write, and now I'm getting back into it)

Storytime: During all this, I actually had to take a trip to the ER, not because I felt like I needed to, but I did some lab work at my local clinic and they called me after getting the results to tell me to emit myself because they were worried I had a clot in my lungs. (Not gonna get too into it, but Google a d-dimer if you're interested) Long story short, I don't, but the doctors also don't know what caused my lab work results. Since I had been sick, they think maybe a sinus infection, and I think all that plus the stress just made my body shut down for a while 😅 I did nothing but go to work then come home like a robot (except when I went to go see Dune Part 2 last week and holy shit I'm a new person. Follow me @dun-dun-dune )

Sorry for the rant, but I did write a good chunk of the new tsamsiyu ta'em chapter randomly this morning, so I guess this is kind of an announcement that I'm coming back? Slowly but surely, but I'm currently stressing over jobs rn so bare with me

#ask anla #tsamsiyu ta'em fic #announcement

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torukmaktoskxawng · 20 days

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(Left) Homescreen. From AFoP 🥰

(Middle, Right) I have a live wallpaper for my lockscreen, but it's not letting me post the full video, so here's my favorite parts of it

i know i'm not the only one with avatar wallpaper on my phone so please reblog with screenshots of your phone if you have an avatar theme

cough em up people!! 😤 i wanna see!! !

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torukmaktoskxawng · 22 days

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Summary: What do you mean "unfortunately"? 🤨

★ The Chase ★

★ 800 Follower Special ★

★ Pairing: So’lek x Fem human reader x Eetu x Neteyam aged up ★

★ Summary: With the 3 males in rut, you were unfortunately caught in the middle of it.

★ Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Dom So’lek, Dom Eetu, Sub reader, Jealous males fighting over you, P in V, Mentions of knotting, Slight dub-con?.

★ Word count: 1,361 ★

★ Tramslation(s): Tawtute -> Human, Paskalin -> Honey, Kalweyaveng -> Son of a bitch, Makrr txanfwìngtu -> Later losers, Yawntutsyìp -> Darling,

★ Taglist: @tallulah477 @quicktosimp @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @aria-tempest @anemonelovesfiction @loaksulluyswife @kia-wolfie @tallulah477 @kariz-stark

"Simple, whoever gets to her first, can knot and pump her full."

Those were the only words that raced through your mind as you ran through the forest, you knew they were close, knew it was only a big game for them as the taunting started, "Can't run forever little tawtute!" So'lek shouted somewhere off to your left, "Cmon baby, just one little taste" Eetu chuckled, off to your right.

Too busy trying to figure out where the third person was, you ran into a hard chest, falling back onto your ass. When your gaze lifted your heart dropped, Oh shit- he was standing right there in front of you, completely unfazed by the look of fear on your face. His eyes were dark and he had a mischievous smile on his face.

Slowly he crouched down till he was at eye level with you,"Gotcha paskalin" he smirked.

Immediately you backed away but were met a pair of long legs blocking your path, gulping you looked up to see Eetu standing there grinning. "Hey baby, thought you could get away huh?"

Neteyam hissed "Back off man! I got to her first!" He pushed Eetu back who growled, his tail thrashing behind him. Before he had a chance to say something back, So'lek appeared snatching you up "While you two bicker, I think I'll just take her and go"

So'lek took off running as the other males ran after him "Bro she's mine!" Neteyam shouted, "No she's mine! You kalweyaveng!" Eetu retorted, shoving Neteyam into the nearest tree.

Eywa help you right now, for these men were going to be the literal death of you.

Luckily So'lek had somehow managed to lose the other males, unlucky for you though since now your back was flush against the forest floor with him above you, rutting into your tight pussy like his life depended on it, his ears twitching at the beautiful moans leaving your mouth.

Your nails scratched at his biceps as he left wet sloppy kisses along your neck "So tight, so perfect.." he murmured in your ear.

His left hand stayed by your head holding himself up while his right traveled down your stomach, he stopped when he felt the buldge prodding against your tummy, a smirk plastering on his face "Feel that tawtute?"

When you didn't answer, too fucked out to really register anything he pushed down on it. Your eyes rolled back and a scream left your lips as you gushed all over his cock. So'lek grunted feeling your tight walls convulsing around him.

Your eyes finally fluttered open only to see four pairs of golden orbs staring at you and So'lek from the darkness "S-so'le- ah!" You whined feeling his fangs sink into the flesh on your neck, his pace quickening.

You could feel his thick, veiny knot prodding at your hole begging to be let in. Before he could knot you though, a clap sounded to the side of you both.

A deep growl rumbled through So'lek as he unlatched from your neck turning his head to face Eetu "Sooo, what? You thought we wouldn't find you?" He scoffed.

So'lek hissed, flashing his fangs "She is mi" "Until she's knotted she is free game " Eetu interrupted.

Neteyam finally emerged from the darkness quickly snatching you from under So'lek, taking off back towards the village "Makrr txanfwìngtu" he laughed.

You both got pretty far before Neteyam couldn't wait any longer, he pushed you up against a nearby tree, pulled his tewng to the side and slammed into you starting a rough pace.

"Ne-nete!" You mewled clawing at his back, he groaned angling his hips so that with every thrust, he hit your sweet spot. "Your mine y/n, do.you.understand?" Each word punctuated with a semi harsh thrust.

"Yes! Fuck! Please Neteyam!" You sobbed feeling your climax approaching, Neteyam moaned feeling your walls clench around him, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, scenting you.

You didn't have to open your eyes to know Eetu was watching from the shadows, Neteyam must've known aswell by how a deep growl rumbled through his chest "Your too late Eetu, she's mine!"

Eetu only smirked walking up to you "You are not going to knot her 'mighty warrior'" , "Watch me" Neteyam hissed moving his hips faster trying to push his knot inside you.

Your mouth fell agape as your breath came out in short pants, "See that? She wants it" Neteyam chuckled breathlessly. Having enough, Eetu grabbed you while shoving Neteyam away in the process. "What the fuck?!" , "Better luck next time" Eetu shouted while taking off.

Dear eywa, please let you survive this torture.

Eetu ran till he made it back to the omaticayan village, quietly making his way towards the kelku he was staying in for the time being.

Bursting through the flaps he set you down before turning to tie them shut. Your legs wobbled a bit but you kept your balance while your arms moved to wrap around your exposed body. "E-eet-" "Save it" he hissed, turning back around to face you.

His large frame towering over you as he moved closer "Do you know how long I've waited for this yawntutsyìp?" He asked placing his left hand on your cheek, "How long I have waited to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock?", "How badly I’ve wanted to knot you" His hand now moving down to wrap around your small neck.

"Eetu please.. think about this.. you will break me if you knot me" you tried to reason with him, but he wasn't having any of that.

He let go of your neck, moving away. Slowly he untied his loincloth, letting it fall down to his feet "Come here little one" he beckoned you over with two fingers.

Shaking your head no, you chose to walk backwards instead, away from him. A loud growl rumbled through the kelku "You want to do it the hard way? Fine by me"

Eetu lunged at you, shoving you down onto the makeshift cot as he climbed ontop of you. One of his large hands wrapped around your throat while the other went to cock, guiding it to your still slick entrance.

With one swift thrust he plunged his entire length inside, coaxing out a scream from you."Fuuuck" he groaned, his eyes closing for a second to collect himself as his ears flattened against his head.

Slowly he began moving, his eyes opening only to lock onto yours. Tears pricked at your eyes threatening to fall as his pace only increased.

“Your mine, and only mine” he panted, leaning down to capture your lips with his, you could only moan in response, your nails digging into his sides.

A loud commotion sounded outside the kelku, coming closer and closer. “You aren’t knotting her she’s mine!” Neteyam hissed, pushing So’lek trying to be the first to make it to the kelku.

“I had her first! If anyone is going to knot her it’s me” he retorted, shoving Neteyam into a muddy puddle.

Eetu broke the kiss scoffing as he heard them bicker outside, he released his hold on your neck leaning up to get a good look at the mess you had become.

Your eyes were half lidded, mouth partially agape with drool running down your cheek, eywa you were so fucking gorgeous to him. But you reeked of Neteyam, leaning back down he nestled his face into the crook your neck, hoping his scent would overpower the other males.

After a few more thrusts you felt his knot poking at your entrance, your hands weakly went to his chest pushing at it “D-don’t..” you pleaded with him.

“Eetu don’t you even think about knotting her!” So’lek shouted, trying to find a way inside the kelku. “Too late for that” he grunted, forcing his knot inside, locking the two of you in place as he painted your gummy walls white.

His orgasm triggered your own, Eetu hissed feeling your walls convulsing around him, his tail instinctively wrapping around your thigh.

As you both catched your breath, he managed to roll the both of you over so that now you layed on his chest. “Rest my little human, you’ll need it” he chuckled breathlessly, rubbing your back soothingly.

#im salivating #anla reads

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torukmaktoskxawng · 24 days

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Baby no 😭

Spider's fucked up sense of family: "That's what family is. People who hate you, but can't kill you,'cause they're the first ones questioned."

#spider socorro #i'll adopt spider #adopted spider socorro #adopted spider

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torukmaktoskxawng · 25 days

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I know there's more than a year left for avatar 3, but I'm curious... what would you do if either Tonowari or Ronal didn't appear on the movie... or if they died?!

Why you gotta remind me we still got more than a year to go 😭

First, cry myself to sleep and dig up my own grave 💔💔💔

Second... idk I like writing things that hurt both me and my readers, so maybe I'd go the same route as the movie 😈 I mean, I still killed Neteyam because of angst, so what's stopping me from killing more?? Mwahahaha

I don't think I'm done hurting Kayla anyway 😏 She's my personal punching bag.

Final answer, I won't decide until I see the movie!

#tsamsiyu ta'em fic #ask anla #tonowari x oc x ronal #tonowari x ronal x oc #ronal x oc x tonowari #ronal x tonowari x oc

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torukmaktoskxawng · 25 days

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I know this might be in ankle deep of spoilers but will Kayla get a tulkun?

I don't think she will 😭

As I understand, the Metkayina bond with a tulkun when they are both young so that both tulkun and Na'vi would grow up together.

Lo'ak's case was different. He bonded with Payakan, a tulkun outcast. Both of them are still young and are able to grow together.

I did think about Kayla bonding with a tulkun because maybe she could earn one even though she's older. Maybe it's like an ikran. We know that if you lose your ikran, you are given time to mourn before you go to tame a new one, like Neytiri (Avatar 2009) and Eetu (AFoP). I think Kiri also lost her first ikran in the comics.

I don't know if it's the same as Metkayina with tulkun, but personally after such a huge loss as Ro'a and her baby, I don't see Ronal bonding with a new Spirit Sister anytime soon or at all.

Sorry, getting off-topic. Basically, I'm just justifying why I chose not to give Kayla a tulkun. Hope this answers your question!

#tsamsiyu ta'em fic #ask anla

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torukmaktoskxawng · 25 days

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Sully Siblings as Kids Fancast

(Because I will do anything but post a new chapter as of rn 🙃 I'm sorry guys I've been too sick and stressed to be motivated into writing atm)

Tommy Sully: (played by Ridge Canipe)

Jake Sully: (played by Ridge Canipe)

Kayla Sully: (played by Michaela Russell)

Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover

tsamsiyu ta'em masterlist

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torukmaktoskxawng · 25 days

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Why this gives me the sudden need to bite I'm not sure but this made me so feral 😈💖

Avatar Headcanonsˏˋ°•*⁀➷

How the A:FOP men go down on you

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, oral fem receiving, vulgar language, dirty talk, face riding, suggested P in V, smut

NOTE- These are my own personal headcanons, everyone is free to their own opinions🌿

So’lek:

You are his sanctuary. There is no better way for this man to de-stress after a long day than burying his face between your legs.

So’lek would have one hand gently stroking your thigh while the other held down your hips, stopping you from moving against him.

“Just let me taste you, tanhì… let me take care of you.” Would be his only response the first time you attempted to buck against his lips.

His eyes would be locked on you, fluttering closed every now and then, but primarily watching you with so much primal need and possession that made you writhe beneath him.

While So’lek would be gentle as he massaged your thighs and hips, praising every inch of you, his lips and tongue did not show the same patience or mercy.

He gets so lost in the taste of you that he doesn’t even realize the mindless humming and groaning he’s doing into your pussy, or that it’s the reason that you’d be furiously gripping the roots of his hair, getting overstimulated from the vibrations of his noises.

He would have you desperately pleading for more as your juices drenched his mouth and chin. His tail would flick in approval at the sound of your voice, breathless and needy.

But you’ve played his games before and the moment you use the word “Muntxatan”, in that breathy little whimper, his eyes would shoot to you, gaze hot and possessive. Love drunk, even. That’s when you knew you had him.

His grip on your thigh would tighten ever so slightly as he withheld that primal part of himself that selfishly wanted to pounce on you, moving his hand from your hip to brush two of his fingers against your sodded core.

Finally pulling his mouth from between your thighs, a string of both saliva and your arousal following him back, his eyes glaze over as he stares you down, “Is this what you want, ma’muntxate?” He’d purr, stroking those fingers teasingly along your pussy lips.

Just as your mouth would open to respond, frantically nodding, he’d slip them in while wasting no time attaching his lips to your aching clit, morphing your slurred words into a hitched moan that quickly wash into a cry of pleasure, your fingers tangling in his hair further.

This time, when you buck against his thrusting fingers he does not stop you, his tongue continuing to work masterfully in circling and sweeping over your clit, giving it tentative sucks and gentle nips that make your back arch, legs trembling as he has you coming undone.

Eetu:

Eetu’s favorite way of eating you out is having you straddle his face. His hands holding your hips as you try to cling to the nearest surface or tree to keep you upright.

Despite having you on top, Eetu delights in the power play it grants. He knows that even though you could grind your hips as much as you want against his mouth, your trembling legs give away just how much of an effect he has on you. Not to mention that he could stop your hips whenever he felt you were getting a little too greedy.

You’d whine as he pulled his mouth away, pushing your hips back slightly and licking his lips as he taunts you with a feline smirk, “Look at you, yawne. Hardly able to control yourself. Perhaps we should make this a lesson on patience, ma’numeyu.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You’d groan, eyes glazed over and chest heaving as you glare now at him. Eetu’s smirk would only grow as his grip on your hips becomes steel and purring, “Such a filthy mouth on you…” before roughly pulling you down onto his face, his eyes narrowed on you, cocky and arrogant as he dives his tongue into your cunt, watching your squirm above him, reaching for your own breasts to fondle them as your move your hips in time with his tongue.

A sudden smack at your hands would have your closing eyes back on him in an instant as Eetu’s own hands would slither possessively beneath your own giving your breasts a firm squeeze. A silent reminder of what was his.

You’d remain riding his face, your own hands splayed over his as he groped your tits, fucking you mercilessly with his tongue until you were a shaking and whimpering mess. Even long after your first… and even second orgasms, Eetu would nip and suck playfully at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, waiting for you to come down from your high before working you into your third climax.

He just can’t help himself, the man is so filled with pride seeing you come undone above him. Being able to make the mighty Sarentu warrior shiver and beg using nothing, but his mouth to pleasure you.

Nor:

Nor is almost as much of a tease as Eetu. His arms would be hooked around your thighs, locking your body in place with your legs over his shoulders as he licked and sucked along your inner thigh before giving you exactly what you wanted.

He enjoys playing with you, watch and noting what makes you squirm and then talking you through it when he works you up only to edge you and make you beg for him.

A firm suck at your clit would have your back arching with a hitched moan and he’d chuckle in approval against the sensitive bud of nerves, “Do you like that, sevin? Eywa, I love seeing you like this. All needy just for me.”.

Yeah he’d definitely be into dirty talk, edging you with both his actions and his words.

“I want you to come on my tongue, pretty girl… do that for me.”

While he loves to fuck you with his tongue, it’s hard to deny how hard it is to refrain from pushing your knees up to your ears and sinking his cock into you, just to feel how wet he’s made you, and then sudden clench he’d be rewarded with once he’s got you wrapped around him, having pushed you to the edge of overstimulation.

This is probably his favorite way to get you to come: edging you so much with his tongue until he gets you to the very peak, only to suddenly slip his cock in just to feel you convulse around him as you come on his dick.

Teylan:

Practice makes perfect and this man is the textbook definition of a perfectionist .

While his first couple of times were a case of trial and error, once Teylan had caught onto the things that you liked, he made sure he used that knowledge to his advantage and pushed the limits to outdo himself each and every time.

He’d even go so far as to ask you if he could try a few things. Casually walking up behind you while you were working on something and running a subtle caress down the side of your thigh, placing a gentle kiss on the spot between your neck and shoulder, offering a soft apology for “bothering” you while you were busy. Nothing Teylan could do would bother you. “My love… I want to do that thing you taught me tonight. The thing with the tongue. I think I want to try something.”.

Once Teylan finally had you to himself, assured that everyone was asleep, he’d have you sprawled out on one of the work tables, feasting on you like you were his final meal.

His hands would caress and worship your body with ease as if it were second nature to him. Gentle yet firm enough to have you leaning into his touch for more.

Your restrained whimpers and whines were like a burst of energy and motivation to him, flicking his tongue through your folds, and nudging your clit with his nose.

When your moans would get too loud, Teylan would slowly pull away from the apex of your thighs, replacing his fingers where his mouth had been and peppering small kisses along your neck, up to your ear. “You have to keep your voice down, love. Someone could hear us.” He reminds you in a soft whisper, his lips brushing the skin of your ear as he speaks which only further helps in sending a series of tingles down your spine and straight to your core.

He’d tenderly massage your thighs as his kisses finally reach your lips, pressing the bulge in his loincloth to your soaked center, offering himself that fraction of selfishness just to get the slightest bit of friction.

With the intention of perching himself between your thighs again, his eyes widen in surprise as your legs lock around his back, pressing him firmly against your aching core, a trembling, “Please” whispered from your lips when he pulls back to look at you.

That’s when you could see the shift on Teylan’s face. Going from intently calculated to completely aroused. A bit of color playing on his cheeks as his eyelids drop to a half lidded state, letting his eyes wander your form until he catches the place where your hips meet, and you give him a suggestive tug forward with your legs, ever so slightly grinding against his bulge.

Teylan’s eyes would flutter closed with a shaky breath, biting his bottom lip as he willed his mind to center itself once more. “Are you sure?” He’d ask, wanting that last piece of reassurance before letting himself go so that he could take you completely. And once you gave him that determined nod, his lips were on yours again, shoving down the fabric of his loincloth with haste and slowly sliding the length of him inside you, swallowing your moans to stop your noises from reaching the ears of unwelcome company.

See! I can hold up to my promises sometimes lol.

I hope you guys enjoyed this headcanon for our frontier boys!

I think next I may do some headcanons for the Sully men. LMK some suggestions if you have any.

Tag list:

@Awiltedpeony @xylianasblog @pandoraslxna @blue-slxt @hotdsworld @itchaboi-itchyboy @turtlezee1 @xylianasblog

#anla reads

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