Hi, I'm Jill. Welcome to my master list! It's a work in progress.
Legend...
🌶️ - smut ☁️ - fluff ☔ - angst
P. Graves (CoD)...
🌶️☁️ Finally Home - Ao3 - (+18 MDNI) Your husband returns home after several weeks away. You get to show him how much you missed him.
M. Quaritch (Avatar)...
🌶️☁️ Supernatural (pt.1) - Ao3 - (+18 MDNI) You, a xeno botanist, take some pollen to the face. Colonel Quaritch is happy to assist you in your time of need.
🌶️☁️☔ Deja-Blue (pt.2) - Ao3 - (+18 MDNI) You thought Quaritch was dead, yet here he is. About three and a half feet taller, blue, and sexy as ever.
☁️ Networking - Ao3 - Quaritch and you have an easy friendship that sometimes dips into flirtation. You meet Jake Sully and have an instant connection. Someone has beef with that.
M. Targaryen (AKotSK)...
🌶️ Untitled - (18+ MDNI) Maekar can't help but spy on his niece while she bathes. She knows.
Just read this long fic (multiple books btw) only for the most recent chapters to have ai dialogue. No one speak to me. I'm devastated. I feel so betrayed! And the story was so gooood too. AND FOR WHAT?!?!?!? Devastating an entire city's water sUPPLY?!?!?
TW: medical gaslighting, typical stuff chronically ill and disabled people deal with.
I just have to get this off my chest, but I'm tired of being told to do deep breathing exercises. I'm tired of being told to do yoga. I'm tired of being told to exercise when it makes me feel even worse. I'm tired of being told to do cbt. I'm tired of being told to "just push through it." I'm tired of being told to take supplements. I'm tired of being told to meditate. I'm tired of being told to journal. I'm tired of being told to do physical therapy. I'm tired of going to doctors to have them tell you to do the same three things. I'm tired of being told my test results are normal. I'm tired of having no more options. I'm tired of being told "that's just how it is" or "everyone's got something." I'm tired of having to tell people it's okay when it's not. I'm tired of having to say I'm having a good day when I'm not. I'm tired of being jealous when people complain about their jobs. I'm tired of being an "inspiration." I'm tired of seeing other disabled people be paraded around like lessons from God or whatever. I'm tired of acting appreciative when people say they're praying for me. I'm tired of feeling like a disappointment to my parents. I'm tired of people acting like it's easy to get on disability. I'm tired of feeling like I'm responsible for this somehow. I'm tired of feeling embarrassed. I'm tired of feeling like shit all the time.
uncle!maekar who enjoys spying on you; you're fresh out of the bath and he can't help it. he creaks the door open ever so slightly to watch you dry off slowly and sort your clothing. he spots your naked form from where he’s standing and his pulse jumps.
he knows it’s wrong, you're his neice for fuck sake. But he doesn't care.
Maekar's hand slowly trails to his pants, where his hard on is forming. it's painful, and all he can think about is you assisting in taking care of it. that'd be a sight; you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his dick. he shudders, and begins palming himself as you slip on your skirts.
I was inspired to expand on this. I hope you enjoy! 18+ MDNI
"You can come in, Uncle." You had felt the heat of his violet gaze as you donned your dressing gown, tying it closely at the waist. You saw the way he looked at you since the incident. He wanted to devour you.
You heard the hinges groan as he opened the door to fully enter your chambers. He leant against your desk, he's hands bracing against the sueface. You approached him slowly almost as if he was a wild animal that might be spooked by an abrupt movement. "Do you make it a habit of spying on your nieces, or just me?"
His jaw twitched, "do you make a habit of seducing men twice your age, Niece?" His voice crawled over your skin drawing you closer. Your eyes rake over his form. His clothing slightly rumpled, his hair askew, his breathing heavier. You noticed the obvious evidence of his arousal.
The hem of your dressing gown brushed the lapels of his tunic. You lightly trailed your fingers over the diagonal red sash on his chest, caressing the intricate details of the clasps connecting the leather strap. Your voice dropped to a whisper as you looked into those violet pools, "only if they're as handsome as you, Uncle."
Your hands wandered lower to his belt to start undoing the buckle keeping you from your prize. His large hands engulfed your own as he stopped you. He looked at you as if you were a delicate flower that would crumble at his touch. "I will not compromise your virtue."
A smirk overtook your face and you began to giggle. He looked so handsome when he was concerned about your welfare. Your hands continued their task, "oh, Uncle! You think I've never touched a man before?"
"Well, you are a prin-"
You broke into a hearty laugh and sank to your knees. His eyes widened as he took in your descent. "Allow me to show you, Uncle."
You palmed his length through his breeches. His length twitching beneath your hand. His head falling back shoulders relaxing as he let out a sigh, the tension leaving his body. One hand began to fuss with the fancy clasps on his tunic as the other continued its ministrations.
He seemed to regain some composure as he swatted your hand away from the clasps, undoing them for you. Your hand went to his thigh, kneading the corded muscles underneath fabric.
Finally the belt and clasps were undone, allowing the tunic to fall open. You hastily undid the ties on his breeches and plunged your hand below. He growled as your hand touched his skin. You took him out of his breeches finally. Your hand caressed up and down his shaft, admiring his length. The Gods had blessed him indeed.
He jerked as your thumb swept over his tip, "m'very sensitive."
"You have been prying for quite a long time outside my room. My poor Uncle, so worked up at the thought of his niece's mouth." You turned your tongue, teasing him. "Hmm, should I take you in my mouth or punish you for spying?"
His hands gripped your desk as his hips jolted up into your fist. "Please, anything, I beg you."
"Oh, Maekar. Please do beg. You sound so pretty when you beg." You moved your fist faster. He growled.
His hand came up to curl in your hair. He tugged harshly, angling your eyes towards his. Those gentle violet pools were now storms of purple fury. "I'm your Prince. I do not beg."
His other hand swatted your hands aside. "Open your mouth."
The authority in his voice ran shivers down your spine. You obeyed his command. He placed his tip against your tongue, "good girl."
You took his length into your mouth tasting the slight bite of salt from him. His hand gripped your hair, helping you to move along his length. You traced every vein along his velvet skin with your tongue. He groaned as your appendage swirled around his head, the hand in your hair returning to the desk. Your hands went back around his length, pleasuring the inches you could not fit. "Seven fucking hells, niece."
You smirked around him. His surprise at your skill fanning the flames of your confidence. It wasn't often Maekar "the Anvil" Targaryen was surprised by something.
You looked up to see his head tilted back, mouth open, cheeks reddened, eyebrows furrowed. He looked completely fucked out.
You popped him out of your mouth and rose up from the floor. Using his surprise to your advantage, you grabbed his face in your hands pulling his lips to yours. He immediately began to return your kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft in comparison to the scratch of his mustache and beard. You didn't mind though.
You felt his hands come to rest on your backside, kneading the ample flesh there. He groaned into your mouth as you ground into him.
You pulled back, and walked back towards your bed. You untied your dressing gown and let it fall slowly off your shoulders and onto the floor. You laid yourself lazily across your bed and reached a hand towards him, "bed me, Uncle. Please."
He seemed to contemplate for a moment then began to move across the room slowly. The only sounds in your ears were the thudding of your heart beats and his boots against the floor. He was going to devour you.
He let his tunic drop from his shoulders and began unlacing his undershirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. He toed off his boots and slid his pants off. You were both as bare as the day the Mother ushered you into the world.
You yelped as he grabbed your ankles and yanked you towards the edge of the bed. He was always so strong.
He moved over you, placing himself between your legs, and resting his hands on either side of your head, "are you sure you want that, darling?"
"Yes. More than anything."
He kissed you again. His smell once again invading your senses. His mustache tickling your nose, his beard scratching your cheek, his fingers clenching your thigh, his tongue plundering your mouth.
You felt his fingers work their way up to the apex of your thighs. He slid them across your slit, "a-ah!"
He brought his hand up and looked at it in the light. "You are dripping for me, sweet girl."
He took his fingers into his mouth, licking your juices from them. They wandered back below parting you once more. You felt his finger probe your entrance. One of your hands grasped his bicep, the other flew to his hair.
He brought his lips to your skin and kissed a trail from the side of your mouth, down your neck, to between your breasts. He slid one finger inside you. "Maekar!"
"I've got you, sweet girl. You can take it." He moved his finger in and out of your entrance, preparing you for a second digit.
"Can you take another for your prince?" You nodded frantically. You would do anything he asked if he looked at you like this forever. His eyes were cauldrons of a violet-hued love potion ready for you to take a sip, if only he directed you to.
He slid his second finger in, stretching you open. His thumb circling your bundle of nerves. You squirmed in his hold. "Relax, princess."
He pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt. Your thighs trembled, your climax approaching, "Maekar, I'm gonna- ah!"
"I know, sweet girl." He kissed the side of your head, his fingers still moving inside you.
Maekar hooked his arms under your knees and lifted your thighs to your chest. You felt his length at your entrance, still coming down from your high. You felt his tip breach your lips, bullying his way inside your cunt. The stretch of him was delicious.
He brought his lips to yours swallowing your moans. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to move.
"Fuck!" His head dropped to rest against your chest as he thrust into you. Your hands tangled in his hair, you moaned arching into him. That familiar knot in your stomach reforming.
"Come here." He hauled you up against his chest, legs around his waist. Your walls clenched around him as he maneuvered while still inside you. He sat on the edge of the bed and licked a stripe up your neck to your ear. You felt the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "ride your dragon, princess."
You laughed, "making me do all the work old man?"
He instantly flipped you onto your stomach and yanked your hips up against him. His hand came down onto your buttock. SLAP!
You moaned into the sheets, your back arching further into his hold. Your belly tightening. "You say that as if you don't get off on my being twice your age."
You moaned into the sheets again as he thrust into you. You felt his hand tangle into your hair pulling you up against his chest, "aw don't get shy now, niece. Let me hear you."
"Mmm- Please!" You squirmed in his hold. The knot in your stomach tightening even further.
"Please what? Use your words, sweet girl." The sound of the headboard hitting the wall filled the room. The squelching from below still audible.
"'m gonna come!" Maekar felt you tighten around him even further. He kept plunging in and out of your cunt.
His hand wrapped around your body to find your little bundle of nerves. His fingers circled your bud, "come for me, Niece."
Your whole body went rigid as the dam broke. You felt the waves of pleasure wash over your body like water. Maekar felt your cunt clench around him hard, cascading him over the dam alongside you. "Fuck!"
You both panted in silence for a moment.
He rolled onto his side pulling you into his chest, still inside you. He kissed the top of your head, "sleep well, my princess."
Where the reader gets injured on a mission and she comes back and tries to hide it from him but he notices anyway. The reader starts swaying on her spot as he wraps his arms around her waist to steady her. "Are you ok?" He asked the reader she tries to speak but passes out in his arms as he catches her and holds her bridal style as her head lolls on his shoulder. He takes her to the Med bay and waits for her to wake up then confesses that he loved her for a long time. They become GF/BF.
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Thank you for your request anon! I want to let you and everyone with a pending request that I am working on them. I struggle with chronic pain and it's been pretty rough lately. It might be a while, but I will get them out. ❤️
I love it when fan fiction writers are like: “ah shit, this was meant to be one part but I started writing it and now it has to be three”. Like the fanfic is happening to them and not being created by them.
So, why does it take me a week to recover after taking a long walk, but other people are doing backflips on ice? Like we truly do not have the same 24 hours.
i know i shouldn't be greedy but can i send 1-2 more requests? i loved ur portrayal back in Networking so much that i thought up some ideas just reading thru it!
Of course you can! I'm working on another request, but I'll put yours in the pile too ❤️
Hii, before anything else, ill just like to say i love your quaritch x reader fics, especially the dynamics between them - human or recom (and his love for white chocolate mocha). Iys not everyday you find a human quaritch fic between the recom ones so it was a very pleasant surprise for me💝
Now to my request💌, im thinking something along the lines of human quaritch x fem reader when she's (could be a mechanic for his amp or a scientist or even a chef really) and they are in a relationship or situationship (either suits fine). She's basically a great artist and people often approach her for portraits or tattoos. She loves to draw things around her, especially emotions - quaritch being her fav muse. Which may have changed to jake (purely platonic) after he makes contact with the omaticaya bcs he goes from guarded to king of expressions. Basically it does not sit well with quaritch. He already has to watch people come up to her (platonic or not) on a regular basis so this fans the flames.
What happens next is upto you. Make it smut or fluff or going through quaritch's insecurities (bcs he's an old man and thinks she can do better than him) or a combination of all. Just not angst i won't survive😭
Networking
(Human!Miles Quaritch, Platonic!Jake Sully x fem!reader) (could be gn!reader too though)
Requested: Yes by @oh_miniso
Summary: Quaritch and you have an easy friendship that sometimes dips into flirtation. You meet Jake Sully and have an instant connection. Someone has beef with that.
Tags/CW: reader is a systems admin and an artist, nicknames, Quaritch being baby girl, Jake being a cutie pie, Parker being a corporate ghoul/nepo baby, movie dialogue, kissing, inappropriate workplace relationship, power imbalance, everyone likes reader bc she keeps things running
W/C: 2.3k
A/N: Thank you for the compliments on my other works and for the request! I wanted to do something with no smut this time, so the ending is more fluffy. I wrote 1,000 words them completely started over. I hope this lives up to your expectations! Also, if you didn’t know, a Colonel in the USMC is nicknamed “bird” or “full bird” because a Col’s rank insignia is a silver eagle. Which is probably why Quaritch has an eagle tattoo. This takes place during Avatar 1. Happy New Year!
Ao3
Looking out the window, you mentally steeled yourself for the coming day. Being tech support on an alien planet was not for the faint of heart. Endless tickets submitted for faulty screens, malfunctioning ops halo stations, glitchy control panels, ect. Why did you go into tech again? Oh, right. In-demand job market and semi-decent pay.
At least you got to wake up to some of the most beautiful scenery in the galaxy. Sighing you jumped out of bed and headed to the shower, getting ready for the day.
…
Skipping breakfast, you finally got to your computer to check what the day’s tasks would be. You scrolled through getting a good idea of the tickets that had already been submitted this morning. One caught your eye. Parker. Great. He would definitely expect to be first in line.
You rolled your eyes.
Grabbing everything you needed to investigate the faulty ops halo station in the control tower, you headed out.
…
Entering the control tower, you saw Parker, Quaritch with several of his OpSec guys, and a man in a wheelchair all gathered round the Ops Halo Station. You saw Quaritch leaning against the station, “jarhead clan? Ha! And it worked?”
He turned to look at the man in the wheelchair, who responded, “hey, I’m practically family. They’re gonna study me. I have to learn to be one of ‘em.”
“That’s called taking initiative, son. I wish I had ten more like you.” Quaritch turned away from the table and spotted you.
He had taken a liking to you when you had initially arrived on the planet after you dropped your sketchbook to avoid spilling coffee all over his desk. You had never been so scared as when Colonel Miles Quaritch looked over the many sketches of him you had done in secret. He was such an expressive man, you couldn’t help yourself. There were dozens of them. His eyes roamed over every single one, taking in the smooth lines that illustrated the dynamic range of his emotions.
He ended up complimenting you on your talent and you profusely apologized. He assured you it wasn’t necessary and he was flattered. You two grew closer after, and eventually he wrangled you into designing a motif for the front of his personal Dragon Assault ship. Over time, your relationship evolved from one of friendship into something a bit more… flirty?
You often spent your lunch breaks in his office. It was quiet and you were maybe the only person besides Wainfleet that Quaritch actually liked. You had gotten to know him pretty well. You learned about his three tours in Nigeria as a Marine, how he got that trio of scars on his scalp, and even about his love of white chocolate mochas. He was quite enamored with you, but you were oblivious to his affections as he was.
The Colonel leant against the station that you stood by. You had been waiting for a lull in the conversation to jump in. He said under his breath, trying to maintain the illusion of paying attention to the conversation happening in front, “this is a nice surprise. Almost thought I wasn’t gonna see you today, sweetheart.”
You fiddled with your backpack strap. Putting on a facetious tone, you nudged his shoulder with yours, “aw shucks, Birdie! Careful, you might make me blush. Really though, you were bound to see me at some point. Parker keyboard smashes everything like he’s a toddler just learning about buttons.”
Parker’s voice reaches your ears. “Look. Look, Sully. Just find out what the blue monkeys want. You know, I mean, w-we tried to give ‘em medicine, education, uh roads. But, no, they like mud. And, that wouldn’t bother me, it’s just that their uh… can you? Can somebody just…?”
You waved over at Parker, getting his attention. “Hey, Parker, I got your ticket.”
Rich, ever the saint, went over and helped put an image of Home Tree on the halo table.
The tension in Parker’s shoulders evaporated as he spotted you, as if you were an angel sent from Computer Jesus himself. “Oh, finally! Get over here. Can’t we get some better buttons and panels that don’t break after two weeks?”
“I’ll look into it, boss.” You knew that nothing other than appeasement was going to get you out of a dreaded Unskippable Parker Cut Scene ™.
You went over to the control panel and accessed the internals with your tablet to run some diagnostics. You had a hunch the malfunction was from Parker’s bricks for hands, but you were always thorough.
You mindlessly listened to the conversation while you worked. You had gathered the man in the wheelchair was named Jake Sully and he was an Avatar driver. His job was to find out what the Omatikaya wanted in exchange for turning their home tree into an unobtanium mine. He had three months to do so.
You didn’t see Dr. Grace around, so you assumed this was a plot the three of them had concocted without the knowledge of the Avatar program team. You made a mental note to ask Quaritch about that later.
Parker wraps up the conversation saying, “I like this guy!” He claps Jake on the shoulder.
Having finished your diagnostics, you began to pack up your equipment. You were trying to think of how you were going to tell Parker that you needed to order another panel from the fabrication department. Hearing your name, you look up to see Quaritch crooking his finger, “come over here.” Putting the last cable in your bag, you hopped over to the Colonel.
“I want to introduce you to Jake Sully. He’s an avatar driver, who just so happens to be a Marine.”
“Oh, another brother in arms? No wonder why you and Birdie get along so well.” This plan they had hatched was making a lot more sense now.
Jake looks between both of you. He chuckles a bit. “Wait, HE lets you call him “Birdie?””
Quaritch tried to pretend he wasn’t perturbed by the bewilderment rolling off Jake. He crossed his arms and straightened his posture. “I, sure as heck, let her do whatever she wants. This little miss is the best systems admin in the Alpha Centauri system. Isn’t that right, sugar?”
You preened under Quaritch’s compliment, feeling your face heat ever so slightly. “That’s a little extreme. Definitely not in the entire system.”
Jake holds his hand out to you, “well, it’s an honor to make your acquaintance, ma’am.”
Shaking his hand with your own, you made a mock gasp. “Oh and he’s respectful too?”
If you hadn’t looked over at the Colonel, you wouldn’t have seen his expression sour as you joked with Jake. But you did. You wouldn’t have seen the jealousy written across his visage, if you didn’t know him so well. But you did.
Thankfully, you were saved by Lyle who came to whisk the Colonel away to wherever. You continued to talk to Jake, since Parker was busy. He told you about how his twin was the science guy and he, the jarhead. You told him about how you liked to draw and how you got to know the Colonel so well. “Um. I hope this isn’t too forward. But, if you wanted to, I could draw a portrait of you and your brother.”
He became visibly uncomfortable at that. You mentally kicked yourself. Great, not the best thing to say. “I-I’ll think about it.”
“Of course. It’s totally up to you.” You let him know where your office was, if he ever needed to find you and excused yourself.
You eventually found Parker, told him what you needed to order, and handed him the data pad to sign.
…
Two days later, you were in your office responding to emails asking whether or not a badge scanner was broken or needed an update. Typical systems admin stuff. A soft knock was heard on the other side of your office door. “Come in!”
To your surprise, Jake Sully wheeled in. “Hi, Jake! What can I do for you?”
He wrung his hands together. “Well, I’ve been thinking about the portrait of my brother and I, and I would really like you to do it.”
“It would be an honor, Jake.” Tears welled up in your eyes. Despite knowing Jake for only three days, you both just clicked. You got up and crossed the room to hug him.
…
Jake and you had started spending lunches together. You, sketching his face, trying to capture the emotions he displayed. Jake found as many pictures of his brother as he could, pulling from old albums in the cloud, pictures he posted to social media. It was difficult because Pandora was so far from Earth, communications were sent through a laser-based network, rather than a traditional fiber-optic cable network. Similar, but different. Kind of like Jake and Tom.
They looked uncannily similar, but did have some noticeable differences as most twins did. Tom had slightly more downturned eyes and had broken his nose when they were kids. Jake had more prominent freckles and, an ever so slightly, wider smile.
Jake insisted he and his brother weren’t that close, but you could hear the pain when he spoke of him. You saw the sparkle return to his eyes when he told you about the things they got up to as children.
One day, Jake and you were having lunch as usual, when there was a knock at the door. You both looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Shrugging at him, you said, “come in!”
And in sauntered the Colonel himself, hands on his hips. Looking between you both, he scrutinized the scene in front of him. Pictures of Jake and Tom scattered over your desk, your sketchbook open with tens of doodles of Jake’s expressions, both of your meals, and your phone discarded to the side. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding, sugar?”
You felt yourself pale. You felt like you were a kid being caught red handed. With what? You didn’t know. “Yeah, Jake and I have a project we’ve been working on.”
Quaritch crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Is that so?”
Jake shuffled in his chair across from you, “I forgot I have a thing today. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow.” A large hand shut the door behind Jake and engaged the lock. You gulped, feeling like you could cut the tension hanging in the air with a knife.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been naughty.” He just stares at you, his jaw clenched, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“W-what did I do?” You were genuinely confused. You didn’t think he would have a problem with you spending some lunches away from him.
He set his hands on the top of your desk, leaning over it into your space. He chuckled darkly, “don’t play coy with me, Missy. You haven’t been at lunch lately.”
“I told you-” you tried to explain that your relationship with Jake was completely platonic, but he cut you off.
His eyes lit up with anger at your denial. “You need someone younger? Is that it?”
“What? Miles-.” The venom in his voice caught you off guard. You had never seen him like this. You shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around what was happening.
He lifts his hands off the desk, walks around to your chair, places his hands on the arm rests, and cages you in with his arms. “I bet he takes real good care of you, huh?”
Oh.
Oh.
You smirked, his reasoning finally settling into your brain. You straightened your back, leaning up to his face as he loomed over you. Your hands traced up his arms towards his biceps, his sleeves pulled taught over the muscles. Trailing one up farther to caress his cheek, you cooed, “oh, Birdie. No one could replace you.”
He was silent. His brain went full blue screen of death. You were sure that he never expected you to return his attraction, affection, infatuation? Slowly, his brain was able to reboot and come back online. “Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
You tangled your arms around his neck, hauling yourself up from the chair. His arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. “Don’t I?”
You pushed him into the desk, forcing him to halfway climb onto it, and you kissed him. Allowing every ounce of affection you’ve felt blossom from your lunch dates to pour into his mouth. Up to his brain. To make him see he was the only one.
He pulled back from the kiss, his cheeks red, lips plump. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle because you made Colonel Miles Quaritch blush.
“Birdie, you look cute when you blush. You should do it more often,” you saw the scarlet dusting across his cheeks grow even deeper. You gave him another quick peck on the mouth before you disentangled yourself from him. You could see the wheels turning in his head. He was processing someone else having the upper hand for once. He backed away from you, his hand coming up to felt his lips, like he was uncertain whether the kiss was an illusion.
Reaching the door, he placed his hand on the knob, unlocking it. He turned around and pointed at you, “this ain’t over, sugar.”
You winked at him, and sank back into your chair, twirling around, “I sure hope not, Birdie.”
He narrowed his eyes and raked his eyes over your figure. He adjusted his pants, shamelessly. You could see them growing tighter around his hips. You bit your lip, unable to stop your mind from wandering. “You know where my quarters are?”
You scoffed. “Of course.”
“2200 hours.” With a final smile thrown your way, he disappeared through your office door. He called as he walked down the hall, “don’t be late!”
Your smile grew even larger as you gave yourself another spin in your chair, “I won’t!”
