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ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ
Welcome to my blog! You can (still) call me Reef (even though I changed my user), here you'll find ' avatar characters x reader, Criminal Minds X reader, NCIS (early seasons) X reader. Which some will be double drabbles, ficlets, or full stories.
I won't take these prompts, so please don't request:
Vomit, Scat, Male!reader, anything related to drugs,
Pregnant!reader (breeding kinks are fine), sub! quaritch
Other then that, you can request anything else
But, prompts should only be short, so nothing too detailed, as I want to keep the prompts within 100-400 words.
I loved your human quaritch x Navi reader fic can I request another one pls? I’m thinking maybe he sees her spending time with a guy her age from the clan and he gets all jealous and stuff (which he doesn’t like bc of feelings) but anyways I’m thinking the next time they hook up he’s more possessive kinda?
Thank you 🙃
anon, ily for bringing me back into my human!q era🫶🏻
Quaritch had promised he’d go back to the RDA once he was healed, he didn’t care about leaving you, or if you felt sad about it. You had your navi clan. You’d be fine.
That’s what he told himself for a while before realizing he genuinely couldn’t go back to the RDA, he’d miss you too much. Of course he was still Miles Quaritch. That never changed. But his perspective on navi life changed.
There were some navi’s he didn’t like, some he did, and some he was okay with. There was this one navi male, Raltaw, who was close to your age, Quaritch didn’t like how he looked at you, how he got close to you.
You’d see him how he’d get jealous, and truly? You liked seeing him that way. Quaritch was never good at feelings, in fact he hated the way he felt jealous.
But of course Quaritch decided to do something about Raltaw was flirting with you. And how you, really, let it happen.
You had been pushed against the wall of your marui, a gasp tearing from your lips as you felt Quaritch’s big hands over your waist, “Miles—” you let out a small sound of his name.
“Think ya can flirt with any navi here? Talkin’ to ‘em always while I’m watchin’,” Quaritch growled, tearing off your waist cloth, throwing it carelessly to the side.
“Was not— I was not—” But even your own words weren’t convincing, they were all lies and Quaritch knew that.
“Just stay fuckin’ still. Got it?” Quaritch had demanded, his hand placed on the small of your neck as he now pushed you over a desk-like surface in the corner of your marui, you could only nod helplessly as you felt his rough fingers sliding through your folds, pulling out a gasp from you.
“See this pussy? Mine. All fuckin’ mine,” he rambled in your ear, slipping two thick fingers past your folds and into your slicked hole, “An’ ill fuck you as many as I see fit for that damned attitude of yours to disappear,” Quaritch sneered, slapping your clit and causing you to jump with a sob. “I know, scream all ya want, ain’t gonna stop ya. Better if I don’t so that Raltaw guy can hear ya.” He pulled his wet fingers free from you, causing you to whine in disappointment, “Quit your whinin’, you’ll get what ya want soon enough.”
Quaritch slipped off his RDA pants, which many navi of the clan frowned upon it, but not like he cared, along with his boxer briefs until his fat cock jutted out, he slicked his hand up and down the base, using the pre-come from the angry-red tip before rubbing it through your folds, “Hell, I shouldn’t even give this to ya from actin’ like a whore, flirtin’ with another guy, ungrateful lil’ brat,” he sneered, tapping his cock head against your clit.
“No— Ma Miles, ‘m sorry, I promise I won’t do it again, please fuck me,” you begged, spreading your legs farther as your tail wrapped around his thigh, pleading desperately.
Quaritch shushed you, slowly slipping his cock fast your folds, inch by inch until his cock brushed on your cervix, “Jus’ too damn sweet for your own good, ya know that?” he cocked his head as he started thrusting his hips back and forth, his hand pulling at your hair, and titling your head back, Quaritch delivered a sharp slap to your cheek and then lips, your eyes rolling back to look up at him, “Could never get tired of this pretty picture, sweetheart. I should be the only damn one who ever sees it.”
Quaritch bit down on your shoulder as he continued to thrust his hips back and forth into you, his nose wrinkled while sweat beaded at his temple. His other hand drifted down, finding your clit and rubbing firm and tight circles, “C’mon baby, come on my cock.”
You mewled at that, legs shivering while you gripped the wood of the desk, your mouth falling open, you let out a sob, come rushing out of your pussy and coating Quaritch’s cock. “That’s it, that’s fuckin’ it. Feel good, don’t it sweetheart?” He cooed, giving a few more thrusts of his mouth, “Gonna fill this sweet lil’ pussy to the brim ‘til it’s leaking outta ya,” he huffed as he kept his brutal face going.
Finally, after a few more thrusts, Quaritch’s cock twitched once then twice before he came with a grunt and coated your walls, his blunt nails biting into your skin on your hips. Slowly, he grabbed the base of his soaked cock and pulled it free from your tight pussy, come dribbling out and onto the floor, your cheek against the desk as you let out a pathetic little sound.
“Don’t ya ever forget who just fucked ya good tonight,” Quaritch whispered in your ear before trailing a kiss along your cheek and jaw before pulling back.
I might have a small obsession with human!q but something about him just itches that itch in my brain that I have.
“Jason?” You called out, searching for the older man as you walked through his cabin, scratching your head. “Where could you be…” you mumbled to yourself.
“Yeah, in here!” You then heard Gideon call out from another room, you followed the sound, and there he was, with a set of vintage train set on a table splayed in front of him, his glasses low on his nose.
You looked at the train set then to Gideon, then back to the train set, “Uh… what’s all this?” You asked, stepping toward him and standing at his side as you looked up at him.
“A train set. I collect them. I enjoy the sounds they make, the different shapes of each. They make me forget for a little bit of all the brutal things we see everyday.” Gideon replied, leaning over to adjust a part of the set, a smile crossing his lips.
“Right.” You nodded slowly, blinking a few times as you never expected Jason Gideon, to have a train set in his cabin. But then again, Gideon always did things no one could really predict. “I thought you were more into birds,” you added as you then went to lean against him, your head resting near his chest.
Gideon glanced down at you before placing a big hand on your hip slowly, his touch almost featherlight, “I find both interesting. Birds for their color, their personalities, their migration order… And trains, their shape, sizes and their colors.” He added, his head still bent down and looking in your direction.
“Hm… well, you deserve this, Jason. Some peace in your life,” You replied, too looking up at Gideon with a soft look.
A small, almost bashful smile appeared on Gideons lips, “You do too.”
“Hell, cupcake, you’re one freaky lil thing, aint cha?” Quaritch had cooed out, his tail flicking around him as his eyes raked down your naked body, hands tied up and legs spread open like a buffet.
“Just for you, sir,” You answered as a slow, devious grin spread across your lips, adjusting your hands in the ropes, testing how they felt against your skin.
Quaritch leaned over you, the ghost of his lips against your skin making you shiver while his calloused hand dragged over your body and down your thighs, eventually between them, “need me to stretch this pussy for ya, or think you can take my cock without any stretchin’?” The recom tilted his head for an answer.
“Think my pussy could use a little eating…” you answered, spreading your legs as far as you could, your folds soaked and leaking. “Been so long since I’ve had that…” you formed your face into a needy, yet teasing little pout.
“That so? Well hell, can’t argue with what woman want,” Quaritch gave a canine-fanged grin, leaning toward against your pussy, his long tongue dragging up your slit, causing you to gasp and jolt, “Ah, stay still,” he chastised, giving your pussy a light slap as he then delved back in like a starved man.
Quaritch inserted two thick fingers to the knuckle inside your pussy, pushing past your folds, having not much trouble from the slick dripping down, he buried his face back against your cunt, nose bumping up against your clit as he licked.
He tilted his head to the side a bit, getting a better angle to dive down and suck on your clit, lapping at it with his tongue, your slick dripping down his chin, he watched you with heavy eyes, watching how your hands twisted in the ropes, unable to move away from, like some weak prey caught by a predator. “Ya liking’ that sweetheart? Or you need a little more?” He teased.
“M-More… ‘s much more…” You rasped out, eyes closing shut, you could feel yourself getting close, but you knew damn well Quaritch wouldn’t let you come. Not yet at least.
“Yeah, yeah, I know ya do, you’ll get it, but right now Imma take my time down here and you’re just gonna lay there like a good girl,” Quaritch answered, parting his lips and enclosing back down on your pussy.
“C’mon, baby… open up for me,” Quaritch growled, pushing in the head of his cock as your tight pussy resisted, sopping blue-pinkish folds fluttering around the head as you mewled and grasped at the grass below you, your hand finding his bicep.
“Not gonna fit—” you could only cry as the recom continued to try and sink into you. Quaritch’s hand gripping at the base of his cock, “It‘ll fit Darlin’ just— God damn your pussy’s tighter than I thought it’d be,” he hissed, the sharp canine fangs bared as he gave your stretching pussy another inch.
you let out a sob mixed with a sharp moan, tail thrashing around as Quaritch’s big hands kept your legs open by your thighs, hands planted firm on your skin.
“Gonna fuck this sweet pussy real good, you’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout my cock for days,” He growled low in the back of his throat, voice husky as his own tail thrashed back and forth, cropped ears pinned down.
Quaritch then leaned over you, his cock nestled inside your pussy, tears rolled down your cheeks as your fingers clawed at his back, “Ma Miles— I have to go..” you moaned out the recoms name desperately, knowing your father and mother must be looking for you.
Quaritch shook his head, nipping at your neck, “Not yet, cupcake. You ain’t leavin’ til I come in this pussy,” He stopped you from getting up, a heavy hand placed on your chest as he then palmed your small mounds.
You whined softly but made no advance to try to move, only spreading your legs farther apart, your pussy greedily swallowing in Quaritch’s big cock, a noticeable bulge pressing against your tummy, “Feel me, baby? I’m right here.” He placed his other hand on your tummy, right where the bulge outline of his cock was.
Quaritch gave out a few more deep thrusts into you, and with a sharp and tight growl, “C’mon sweetheart, squeeze Daddy’s cock,” He patted your thigh, as he thrusted his hips against you, burying his cock deeper inside your stretched pussy with a sopping squelch.
your pussy fluttered around Quaritch’s cock, squeezing the base and head tight as it hit your cervix over and over, until finally, you came all over Quaritch’s cock with a scream, burying your face to his neck.
Quaritch shifted you, having you now on his lap as he rolled his hips into you, letting you ride out your orgasm, “There we go, that must felt good, didn’t it baby,” he crooned against your skin.
He shifted his hand, rubbing your clit a few times in tiny, soothing circles that made your pussy dribble and leak all over, Quaritch gave a few more shallow thrusts before drawing his hips close to yours, his cock coming inside you.
You gasped aloud, legs twitching before a whine was drawn out of you as Quaritch pulled his cock out of your sopping pussy while holding onto the base of his cock, he slapped the base against your sensitive folds. “How you feelin’, princess?” He asked while brushing his nose bridge against your cheek.
“Good… so good…” You babbled, your pussy leaking out Quaritch’s come, “I- I have to get home…” You mumbled, trying to push yourself up before Quaritch gently grabbed you, “Hey, slow your roll, darlin’, your legs are too weak to move,” he gently tapped at your knee, carefully helping you up to your feet.
