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“Create your own reality.” ✨MDNI✨ 26.Capricorn.

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MASTERLIST 📌

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As stated I am 26, which means ✨MDNI✨

Started: 04-04-2025.

Last updated: 26-02-2026.

Total works: 19.

House MD.

Blurb one (NSFW)

Blurb two. (NSFW)

HALO

Master chief

Girl nights

Nightmares and Cuddles

I love you

Happily ever after.

Incorrect Quotes

Request

United we stand, divided we fall.

Otherworldly (request)

NSFW.

Divergent

Eric Coulter.

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

Avatar ( COMING SOON)

Miles Quaritch. (COMING SOON)

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Hello!

It’s been a while since I wrote something, and that’s because I’m working a lot and having not so much time to write at all. But I do had some time for other stuff :)

Ive been playing sims all my life, and i finally decided to make a instagram post about my new legacy let’s play 😍 and i would honestly appreciate it if some of you would take a look at it and perhaps a like and a follow :))

Thank you!

Constantine.

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Before the storm struck. [mdni]

Human! Miles Quaritch x human! Female.

Summary; before he sets of the dangers of Pandora, Miles decided it was a good time to get drunk in a local bar, get a quick fuck and leave planet earth like a good little solider.

Only he didn't expect to meet a young woman with Siren eyes, and most certainly didn't expect to see her on Pandora.

Tags: young woman x older man, swearing, smut, hair pulling, spanking, love bites, no use of potential safe word, English is not my first language, no use of protection, not proofread.

(It kinda sucks cuz I’m not really good at writing in third person, but still wanna try it. Hope you like it!)

W.c: 2k

After many tests and way to many screenings, Miles finally received his approval letter from RDA. With big red letters 'APPROVED' across the papers. They expected him to report within 72 hours with a small backpack of belongings he truly needed. Everything else was already there and waiting for him.

It wasn't like he had much belongings anyway, after many years being on the road and being a soldier made him too cold to have anything that he truly needed. Only his dog tags and maybe some pictures from his parents. He didn't even own a house, usually sleeping in hotels before he got shipped off to another destination.

There was no one left for him on earth. His parents died many years ago, and his sister stopped sending letters couple months ago.

So, with nothing to do but pack and stay in a hotel until he needed to be at their station, Miles decided it was a good time to spend his last money on a bar and maybe if he got lucky find a pretty girl and get laid.

Simple man, with simple needs.

When he finally comes across a bar, it's packed as cars and bikes are everywhere on their parking. He hears the music from coming inside and when he parks his old beat up truck he looks inside.

It's a busy night, with couples on the dance floor and men and women dancing across the floor.

'Perfect place to get absolutely hammered.'

When Miles opens the doors, the music becomes louder and there are people shouting and singing, and he chuckles when two males drag their friend towards the door who's too drunk to stand on his own feet.

It doesn't take him long to reach the bar, and with one flick of his hand an older woman walks up to him with a fake smile.

"What can I get ya, hot stuff?" Her voice scratchy, and when his gaze turns to a smoldering cigarette he sighs, the smell of it lingering on her hands that touch his.

"Just a beer, darlin'." He says and gives her a slight grin.

The woman winked and within seconds she was bag, placing a big glass of cheap beer in front of him.

With little cash he had left, he payed her and turned on his barstool, watching how others danced and sang with a band.

Usually, miles wasn't a big fan of crowed places, or having his back against the door. Because of his training he his eyes scanned the room, every emergency door he cod fine and checking if there are any dangers waiting for him in the shadows. When there wasn't, and he figured the barmaid wouldn't choke him from behind, his gaze turned when he heard the front door open.

And that's when his eyes laid on you.

It's felt as if the music had stopped, as if the room completely stilled when you walked in. Every male stopped and watched how a young woman walked in with their head held high and a sultry smile on her face. Her eyes were like sirens, half lidded and yet Miles could still see her beautiful eyes watch the room.

Her y/h/c in soft waves dancing when she walked with a brown hat on top of it.

Her outfit matched the decor of the bar, with a green silky top that showed her full cleavage and flare jeans that not only showed her thick thighs, but created a voluminous ass that wiggled when she walked.

Miles had found the one he was gonna bring home. Like a predator finding its prey with a sly smirk.

Only when she looked back at him, Miles breath hitched, forgetting what he was thinking.

Your eyes met him, and what made him stop in his tracks wasn't something he was used to when he found his quick fuck.

It was the first time in Miles live he felt he was the prey, and you were the predator.

Your eyes watched every move he made, saw the older man swallow dryly and try to keep himself in line. But you could see the suprise on his face, the slight redness on his cheeks and how he sat differently. Your eyes immediately noting the bulge that tented his old jeans, and when his eyes found yours again a smile formed on your face.

'Found exactly what I need.'

It didn't take long for the both of you to find each other, for miles to push you in his car with glazed eyes and hot kisses trailing your neck. It was wet, sloppy and perfect.

When the two of you reached his hotel, and the door shut behind you, Miles mouth was on you. It was no soft kiss between lovers, it was one that was hard, painful and filled with desire. His hands wrapped around your throat and when he gave it a little squeeze, a small moan left your lips.

When you kissed him back as hard as he did, Miles moaned against your glossy lips. His rough and calloused hands beginning to unwrap you like a present.

The fucking itself was rough. There was no hand holding, no sweet kisses and most certainly no lovely praises being whispered in your ears.

It was painful, brutal and exactly what he needed.

Miles looked down at her, a sight that made his dick throb until precum leaked from his tip. He had turned her around, grabbed a fist full of her luscious hair and tugged until a squeak emerged from her. When her throat was on display Miles sucked on it, painfully hard until she writhed beneath him and cried out in pain.

"Such a pretty little girl, I bet it makes you wet knowing an older man can make you feel hot and bothered."

But she laughed, her eyes closing in bliss when he pushed his clothed bulge between her ass cheeks.

"Scared that someone tops you, old man? Are you sure you have enough energy to keep me contained? I bet you popped some blue pills before you— eek!"

A thunderous sound of skin on skin made her cry out in surprise. His rough hands slapping her ass in a rough way that made her pussy throb.

"You have no idea how much energy this old man really has, pretty girl."

Every spanking against her soft cheeks became harder. Her panties clung to her pussy until it became unbearable. The sensation of getting spanked by an older man created a turmoil of need and desire in her stomach, and with every inhale she felt the sting of his hands on her ass.

But it didn't matter, she kept grinding her ass on his bulge, seeking friction to ease the tension in her clit. But no matter what she did, Miles wouldn't react on it.

He wanted to hear her beg, hear her whine and see fat tears rolling down her cheeks, and when it became clear that wasn't happening he opened his jeans with a hiss.

And just when when he wanted to slide his dick between her ass crack he heard a deep whine coming from her.

"Please— oh god please fuck me! I'm sorry—"

Her voice was ethereal, like a melody that made him stop in his tracks. Her ass was read and slightly swollen and he should feel shame about hitting a woman, but when he sees the dark stain on her thong, there was nothing holding him back anymore.

"Lucky for you baby girl, I'm in a good mood."

There was no time for the woman beneath him to think, because with one flick he pulled his dick out and pushed inside.

Both moaned when he entered her. Her walls immediately gripping him in a tight embrace. He choked, the feeling nearly making him come from it already.

"Shit baby, you're fucking tight."

He spoke through gritted teeth when she started to wiggle her ass.

She turned her head backwards, her make-up smudged and mascara teared eyes.

"Fuck me, Miles. Don't hold back and don't be kind. I don't need kindness. I need an older daddy to fuck me and toss me around. Understand?"

A wolfish grin had spread on Miles smile. If he wouldn't leave earth in two days, he would called her again for a booty call. But he would leave, and there was nothing for him here to be holding back for.

"Ya got yourself a deal young lady. Now," he grabbed her hair and pushed her head into the pillows.

"Don't come until I give you permission to."

8 years later...

The first time he saw the bioluminescent flowers of Pandora, he was awestruck. It was beautiful to say the least. After being in cryo sleep for five years and joining the RDA he hadn't expected a hostile planet being beautiful in a strange way.

But after his first mission and having three deep gashes on his face, his hatred for the planet only fueled his desire to burn everything to the fucking ground. Indigenous tree fuckers with arrows as tall as him and animals that wanted to kill everyone and everything within their sight.

He quickly became Colonel Quaritch, and everyone feared him when he entered the room.

“You’re not in Kansas anymore, you are on Pandora ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact, every second of the day.”

He slowly turns as every private, corporal and many more officers in ranking watch him with slight fear. Miles enjoyed watching the fear roll of their body and choking them.

“If there’s a hell, you might wanna go there for some R&R after a tour on Pandora. Out there beyond that fence every little thing that crawls flies or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes.”

Every year he had this same damn conversation, and every year he loses many cadets when fighting a war with the indigenous population called Na’vi.

He stopped when Parker waited rather impatiently with a deep frown on his face.

It annoyed him to his core that Parker had this shit eating grin on his face and the typical arrogant expression when he roamed the walls. But since he was the boss and gave Miles everything he needed he decided it was better to remain quiet and let hem do what ever he needed. A man like Parker wasn’t used to the word ‘no’ so whatever he needed, him and Grace Augustine listened to him like a loyal dog.

“So you remember my niece, right? The one who has a phd in Avatar forensics and all that bullshit.” He kept chatting, but Miles kept himself quiet and nodding once in a while.

“So yeah she is here! I want you to show her around and—”

“Woah— me? Why don’t you ask Augustine to do that for you? I have no interest in showing a gir—”

Everything around him slowed down. He could hear Parker talking behind him, but he couldn’t focus on the words. Nor on anything that happened behind him. The room slowed down, the voices dulled out until his primary focus is on a young woman standing there watching the room in silence.

It was until then that her eyes focused on him.

It was you.

The girl from the bar.

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Ugh why is so damn fine 😭😭

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Ok but Hozier’s “Too Sweet” and Miles Quaritch the smug mf

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Or Guys my age by Hey violet and that mf is a combination that makes me f e r a l

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every night is fanfic night if you're a whore like me

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(Avatar: fire and ash is mentioned)

So I watched the new Avatar and:

I’m not Cinderella but I’ll make it fit 🤪

[scorpiomoon-444]

how big is the AVATAR fandom? reblog if you belong

how many of us are there before/after avatar fire and ash?

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Hello darlings.

It has come to my attention that someone “mistakenly” reported my account with their friends. They message me with this in my inbox. I don’t know if this is real or not, but it irritates me that my account almost got banned because of that. I also searched for the name Arilevinee but it’s not on tumblr like the screenshot says. So maybe one of you knows what’s going on.

It’s quite hurtful somebody would do this to my account. I love writing and sharing content with you guys, but this makes me take a step back, even though it could be a scam.

Perhaps one of you know what I should do with this or just let it slide. Idk I’m kinda irritated but also sad why anyone think it’s okay do do this with your friends and then later on message me saying you meant someone else.

But anyway, is this real or not?

Thanks darlings💜

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pleaseee write more about house it's so perfectly done ugh ><

Ayeeeee omg thank you!

You can request a Drabble if you like I will make some, and thanks everyone for all the likes! I will definitely make some more in the future, so stay tuned 🤪

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This is for House MD lovers and only THEM. Pls come to the front 👋🏽

WHY DID I JUST FIND OUT THAT THESE TWO;

PLAY IN A MOVIE WHERE THEY ARE

IN LOVE.

YEAH THATS RIGHT. YOU DIDNT THINK YOU HAD TO MENTION THAT DID YOU????

I guess the producer saw the episode and was like: “Hell nawh we gotta make a movie about them.”

Y’all got me fucked up don’t bother me now I’m gonna watch the movie and dream about it smh.

(Movie: the Oranges 2013)

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Since y’all like the first one, here’s another :))

Okay since we covered the part of House being a not so nice person, imagine the power of eye contact.

Despite his pain, I think house has a thing for making things harder, for making you beg for it. He knows what he can and he knows how you like it. So imagine him, holding something above your head and making you beg and whine for him until he smirks like he won the lottery.

For example, making you cum. Your hips quivering in absolute need while your fingers dig through his hair and pull on it. You feel his warm breathe on your clit, and every time he kisses it you feel another whine bubbling from inside.

“Is that all you can do? I’ve seen crackheads beg harder for a gram. I’m sure you can do better than that.”

“No no no, you don’t get to force my head down, sweetheart. Matter of fact I think you don’t deserve it anymore. Unless you can really show me how bad you want to cum.”

“Look at you, all pathetic and cum drunk like your life depends on it. Crying like a weak depended baby. I almost feel bad for you. Except I don’t.”

Fat tears roll from your cheeks and when he slaps your pussy it beg even harder.

“Please, House—”

“That’s not enough y/n.”

“Please, Gregory! Please make me cum. I need it— I need you.”

The sound of your whimpering voice, an octave higher and pink cheeks is enough to feel like a victory to House. He will enjoy it but most certainly;

He will hold it above your head when he feels like it.

Gregory House is not always a good person.

Again, this has nothing to do with the fact that I want to sit on this man’s face✋🏽😌

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I don’t want a man my age, just give me Gregory House 😫😫🤚🏽

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reblog tthis if you also want an unhealthy amount of asks

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(For everyone who likes the post, please check out the other one! Liking and reposting would help a lot! Thanks! 😊)

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 9 · Since y’all like the first one, here’s another :)) Okay since we covered the part of House being a not so nice person, im

Okay while I understand people see the good in him, Gregory House is not always a good person. In fact, he loves to annoy, rage bait and has a horrible habit of making dark jokes. But during sex? This man will degrade you until either you cry or your pussy does.

* “Pathetic little slut, I should’ve known you were into old crippled men. Couldn’t boys your age fuck you the way you want to?”

* “are you already this wet? Jesus. It’s like you’re desperate to be touched already.”

He plays piano and guitar. Not to forget he is a doctor, he knows where every nerve sits within a woman, and with one flick of his fingers he has you soaking his leather couch. Your back arching while the whimpers stutter from your mouth.

“If you keep making sound like a desperate whore I’m gonna call Wilson and show him what kind of stupid slut you are. I bet it gets you even wetter, mhm?”

You hips stuttering when you reach your peak of orgasm and a high pitched cry leaves your lips. It’s like the world comes crashing down, your pussy clenching hard around his fingers and your lip bleeding from biting on it. When you catch your breath and slowly open your eyes to look back at House, a devilish smirk forms on his face. Still looking at you while bringing his soaked lips to his mouth and sucking on it.

“Are your daddy issues that big that you come to me? Pfft, should call me daddy since yours either left or died.”

“Fuck you.”

But it only makes him grin even harder, the Vicodin making him more loose.

“Oh trust me, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”

This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m watching house and turned into a desperate slut for Hugh Laurie. ✋🏽😌🤚🏽

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Happy kinktober for my nasty readers!

This year I wanna participate in whatever I can, and let’s start with Master Chief 😌🤪

Today we start with NSFW alphabet. All the warnings you can think about are there.

Pairings: Master chief! X female! Reader Warnings; EVERYTHING, P in V, unprotected sex, NSFW Alphabet challenge.

A: aftercare.

While john isn’t a big fan of cuddles (he definitely is) he gets you some water, a thick blanket and holds you until you fall asleep.

B: body part himself/ and yours:

For himself? John would choose his height. He is one of the tallest Spartans and while that doesn’t really matter to him it’s the way you have to look up. Every time you two speak he gentle places his hand on your chin to lift your face. It’s the way your neck cranes and standing on the tip of your toes to kiss him. So yes, being taller than you definitely does something to John.

And what does John love about you? Everything. The dimples in your smile, the way you speak about books when you finished them, the both of you sitting on a comfy couch while yapping away and using your hands. It’s how you wait for him when he returns from a mission even though he’s sweaty, smelly and moody. But maybe you could’ve guessed, the man is incredibly interested in your ass. It’s round, perky and a handful that jiggle whenever he smacks it. The moment you bend over to pick something John is behind you, fondling your cheeks with a grunt. That man if definitely an ass man.

C: cum. (Any preference where?)

Inside. Ever since the pallet got removed from his back he’s been feeling every emotion and sensation he never felt. So whenever he fucks you, whether it’s missionary or backshots the primal desire to cum inside your pussy clouds his brain from thinking rational. It’s how your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him when he thrust inside like a mad man. His veins protruding, sweat covered and groaning when he hears you cry beneath him.

D: dick size.

That man is above average, a 6.6 inches and cleaned shaved. He’s cut, and mostly due hygienic reasons.

E: experience.

At first? No. The first time he came within minutes. But he quickly learned exactly what you liked and within weeks John became more experienced than you.

F: favorite position?:

Backshots (cuz ya know, an ass man.) 🤪

G: goofy or serious?

To be honest I don’t think John is a goofy person. He’s raised to be serious and think rational. Sure he can smirk whenever you make a stupid joke, but other than that you need to work a little harder to get there.

H: hair. (Neatly groomed or bald?)

Just like his hair and body he keeps is neat. He doesn’t completely shave it, since you complain it irritates your skin. So he trims when it gets a little bit too long.

I: intimacy.

Despite never growing up with it he can be gentle whenever you need it. If he sees you’re having a bad day he will return with your favorite flowers, whatever candy you desire and holding you until you’re done crying or fall asleep.

J: Jack off.

He prefers you do to it, and if he’s gone at a mission he will call you letting you see how much he exactly misses you.

K: kinky?

Oh yea, have you seen that man? 6,3 feet, 250 pounds or raw strength? It’s primal play he craves, the desire to fill your pussy until it leaks, and impact play.

L: location?

On the couch, in the bed, kitchen counter or stairs wherever you want it baby I’m taking you there (get the song reference? Let me know in the comments)

M: motivation: what makes him horny?

Trailing your nails on his biceps, kissing his neck. that man gets feral when you kiss his neck and nibble on his ear.

N: No. what are his turn offs?

While he does love inflicting pain and showing marks he is firm in boundaries. Everything you don’t like or are afraid of he will never ask until you come with the idea again. For himself it’s anal. And yes he is well aware his G-spot sits there.

O: oral.

Oh yea, both in giving and receiving. But he prefers in giving :)

Pace: is he fast if sensual.

John does both. When he returns from a mission it’s usually fast and hard. But he can be gentle whenever you need him.

Q: quickies?

Girl have you read Location? That man has a metabolism of a animal say goodbye to your pussy 👋🏽

R: risk?

Girl don’t make me answer that 😭 (he loves to experiment with toys and see how long it takes for you to beg for mercy.)

S: stamina:

It’s Master chief. Do I need to say more?

T: toys? Do you two use toys during sex?

While he at first didn’t understand why anyone would use that you showed him why you use them some times and now you two use it regularly.

U: unfair; is master chief a teaser?

No, but you are. When the two of you feel kinky you use a blindfold for him and tease him until he is the one that begs. Oh, I love a man that begs 😌

V: volume: is he loud or are you the loud one?

While he is the one that groans and curses, he doesn’t stop until you cry and have the tears rolling down your cheeks in overstimulation.

W: wild card: random head canon;

The first time he had sex with you he came within seconds. Poor man utterly embarrassed while you couldn’t stop the giggles escaping your lips.

X: X-ray: is he packed?

Already answered!

Y: yearning;

He has a fairly high sex drive

Z: Zzzzzz

After the love making or going to pound town he enjoys holding you while you trail your fingers across his chest. It can make him sleep within minutes.

Well that was that! Did you nasty ones love it? Cuz I sure did 🤣

I hope I can make some more! So drop some smutty requests!

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Happy kinktober for y’all nasty bitches