TW: Rough sex, P in V, creampies, breeding/breeding kink, throat fucking/blowjobs, oral (male receiving), fingering, double penetration, femdom & male subs, riding, handjobs, male masturbation, threesomes, unprotected sex, bondage (?), size kink, breast sucking/play, gay sex, public sex/exhibitionism, and sexual content in general.
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Includes: Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Brown, Ja, and Zhang. (Prager mentioned).
Note: I might have missed some other things to add into the TW, so please be cautious. Will also do the other missing recoms if this gets attention. (M) will signal AMAB/gay sex.
Miles Quaritch
He loves filling you up completely
Spending time with him and Lyle
Using you after a rough mission
You disobeyed his direct orders
Testing out his new body with you as a fellow recom (M)
Lyle Wainfleet
Keep making those pretty noises for him
He loves watching you as he fucks you
Using you like a fleshlight
Showing you exactly why you have to come back home
The size difference turns you both on
Mansk
He couldn’t stop thinking about you
He just loves making you feel good
Sub!Mansk being a good boy
Late nights in the barracks
Brown
He loves his pretty girl dressed and in cuffs
He was too impatient to go back to the base
The video he sends when you miss him
How hanging out with him and Prager goes (MMF)
Recording to show you how much of a good girl you are
A/n: Hiya my loves sorry its late I had a Christmas party today 🎄 enjoy 😏
The barrack's bunk creaked under their combined weight, the thin mattress doing little to muffle the wet slap of skin against skin. Lyle's hands dug into Y/N's hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass as he drove into her with the kind of single-minded focus he usually reserved for combat drills. Sweat dripped from his chin onto the small of her back, the salt sharp in his nostrils beneath the heavier musk of sex.
"Fuck—" Y/N's voice hitched, her fingers scrambling against the scratchy regulation sheets. "You feel—hnn—bigger."
Lyle grunted, too busy watching the way her stomach quivered with each thrust. The sight hooked him harder than her words—the faint distension just below her navel every time he buried himself to the root. His cock wasn't *that* thick, was it? But there it was, undeniable: a subtle swell pushing against her skin in time with his movements.
"Look at that," he murmured, dragging his palm up her spine to splay over her abdomen. His fingers bracketed the bulge as he pulled out slow, savoring the way her inner muscles clung. "See how you take me?" The next thrust was deliberate, deep enough to make her gasp, and he watched his own outline press outward against her flesh.
Y/N twisted her head to glare over her shoulder, but the effect was ruined by how her thighs shook. "Stop—ah—*watching* like it's some science experiment."
"Not watching," Lyle corrected, rolling his hips in a way that made her toes curl against the mattress. "Appreciating." He bent over her, mouthing at the hinge of her jaw. "My girl's so greedy she tries to swallow me whole."
Y/N's laugh stuttered into a moan as he snapped forward again, the sharp angle punching the breath from her lungs. She could *feel* him now—not just the stretch, but the impossible heat of him pressing up against something deep and untouched. Her fingers scrabbled backward, nails biting into his thigh. "Jesus, Lyle—"
The bunk frame rattled when he pinned her wrist to the small of her back, using the leverage to fuck up into her harder. His free hand slid down, fingers splayed wide where her stomach dipped inward with each withdrawal, then bloomed outward with every thrust. The visual was obscene—her body yielding so completely that he could *see* the shape of himself moving inside her.
"God*damn*," he breathed, thumb pressing into the tender swell. The possessive thrill that shot through him was sharper than any adrenaline high. "Bet I could make you come just like this." He punctuated the claim with a slow, grinding roll that dragged his cockhead against that sweet spot until her hips jerked involuntarily. "Just from watching how fucking *full* you look."
Y/N whimpered, forehead pressed into the pillow. The stretch burned now—not painful, but *present*, like he was carving space inside her that hadn't existed before. Her cunt fluttered around him, each pulse echoing the visible ripple across her lower belly. She wanted to hate how much she loved it, how the ache bled into pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Lyle's chuckle was dark against her shoulder. "Knew you'd like that." He shifted his grip, hauling her back onto his cock with a wet slap that echoed off the metal walls. His breath came ragged now, pupils blown wide as he stared down at the lewd undulation of her abdomen. "Gonna ruin you for anybody else." The words were half-growl, half-promise, and the hand on her stomach slid lower, fingers dipping between her legs to circle her clit in rough, uneven strokes.
She came with a punched-out cry, her body clamping down hard enough to make him hiss. The bulge in her belly grew more pronounced as he fucked her through it, his rhythm stuttering when her inner muscles milked him in frantic pulses. Y/N barely registered the hot spill inside her—too busy drowning in the aftershocks—but Lyle's groan was pure satisfaction as he pressed deep and stayed there, grinding his hips in tiny circles to savor the way her cunt squeezed around him. "Fucking *perfect*," he muttered, kissing the damp nape of her neck. "Like you were made for me."
His cock twitched inside her, still half-hard even after coming, and Y/N whined when the movement tugged at oversensitive nerves. The bulge hadn't disappeared—if anything, it looked *worse* now, her stomach swollen with his spend. Lyle traced the outline shamelessly, fingertips skating over the taut curve. "Think it's the angle," he mused, voice roughened by exertion. "Or maybe you're just *that* fucking tight." The last word dissolved into a groan when she clenched around him involuntarily, her body still thrumming with residual pleasure.
Y/N tried to twist away, her cheeks burning, but Lyle caught her hip with a bruising grip. "Uh-uh. Let me see." He smoothed his palm over her belly again, fascinated by the way her skin gave under his touch, still molded to the shape of him. His thumb pressed into the soft dip above her pubic bone, and she shuddered when he hit a spot that sent fresh sparks up her spine. "Christ, you're *insatiable*." His laugh was low and dirty as he rocked against her, already feeling himself stir again. "Bet I could make you come one more time just like this."
Special Note. The characters are written in such a manner that you may decide whether you want to imagine them as humans or Recoms. Pick the version that turns you on most!
Pairing : Recom/Human Lyle Wainfleet x (fem) Recom/Human Reader
Rating : explicit 18+
Word count : ~ 3k
Warnings : porn without plot, reader feels ashamed at first, dom Lyle / sub Reader, light throat hold, oral sex (fem receiving), pussy spanking, praise & degradation kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, creampie, consensual sex, aftercare, no use of y/n 'cause I hate that shit, do you horny bastards even read these tags
Vibe : psychological vulnerability, RDA, slightly unbalanced (more rough than caring)
Context : in which you find yourself in a cramped closet with Lyle Wainfleet, having to come to terms with the fact that you enjoy letting him have his way with you.
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Closet Space
One moment you were storming down one of Bridgehead’s many corridors and the next you were shoved into a minuscule closet with Wainfleet’s hands greedily pawing at you. It hadn’t been planned, but you couldn’t say it was the first time it had happened either.
His breath was hot on your neck as he pressed you into the cold metal shelves of the small closet. Rough hands pushed and pulled at the fabric of your clothing, desperately searching for skin. He was in a rush today, usually practiced hands fumbling with impatience.
You frowned. “Don’t rip my clothes you ape.” you whispered, "I can’t walk out of here naked.”
He huffed. “They can’t know if you’ve got on any underwear or not.” he stated confidently, rapidly tugging down your pants and making you gasp at the sudden movement. Before you could ask him what he’d meant his nimble fingers found your underwear and harshly pulled at the material, ripping them apart in one fluid motion. Another gasp escaped you, a mixture of disbelief and excitement at his brute force sending a wave of pleasure across your body.
“Christ, Lyle. I have a meeting coming up on the other side of base.” you complained half-heartedly.
Truthfully, you never accepted just how much you enjoyed letting him have his way with you.
He chuckled darkly, leaning in. “Perfect. I’ll be the only one to know you’re walking around work with no underwear, my cum dripping down your thighs.” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with arousal. His words were so utterly lewd you couldn’t think of anything to say in return. You could feel his erection, straining against the material of his fatigues as his teeth caught your lower lip, biting and tugging at the flushed skin. Your eyes fluttered closed and your lips parted in a silent moan, opening yourself up to him. “You love it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?” he hissed, wrapping a firm hand around your neck. “Love it when I take control, when I do what I want with you.” He gave your throat a light squeeze. “Is that what you want? Huh? Want me to fuck you senseless right here in this shitty closet?” His breath fanned over your lips and you had to concentrate hard to form a sentence in your mind.
His free hand reached down and he slipped a finger inside you, the thick digit sliding effortlessly in. Your breath caught. You hadn’t realized how wet you already were. “Answer me.” he demanded.
“Yes.” you quickly answered, scrambling to find your words. “I want—“ The sentence died in your throat as you felt his finger suddenly curl inside you. You moaned loudly, your hands desperately twisting in his shirt as he continued curling and uncurling his finger, repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.
“Come on baby, use your words for me.” he pressed on, his tone low and sultry. You had to fight the urge to let your knees buckle, his hand around your throat keeping you firmly in place.
You swallowed down another moan. “Yes, Lyle. Yes. Please yes. Just—Fuck. Yes!” you pleaded. You didn’t even know what you were asking or agreeing to, only that it all felt good— that Lyle felt good and you certainly didn’t want any of it to stop.
“That’s my girl.” he growled, planting a rough kiss on your lips and bending down between your legs, his finger still inside you. You finally let yourself slump down a bit, his grip on your throat now gone. Your hands quickly went to rest on his head. He immediately started working your clit with his tongue, not giving you a moment’s rest. He knew exactly what do and what buttons to push to get you to come. Ordinarily he’d tease you a bit, not quite giving you what you wanted until he had you writhing and begging underneath him, but today he was giving you exactly what you needed right away. You could already feel the delicious sensation of your release blooming deep in your core and knew you wouldn’t last long.
“I—I’m already close.” you said to him between shallow pants.
He let out a low hum, his thumb on your thigh brushing your skin lightly. His tongue and finger kept working you tirelessly as your pleasure kept growing inside you, expanding until it already felt like you were teetering on the edge of your release. You looked down and the sight of him kneeling between your legs, the hard muscles of his arm and broad shoulders contracting as he fingered you pushed you over the edge. You came, nails clawing uncontrollably at his head and shoulders, loud moans leaving your lips. He didn’t stop, even as you mindlessly ground up against his mouth. You weren’t thinking anymore, only feeling, and the sensation was liberating. He made sure to draw out your orgasm, the wet and pliable muscle of his tongue rubbing against your clit until you started shaking and squirming from the overstimulation. He gave your clit a final lap, making you shudder, before leaning back and slowly slipping his finger out. He was looking up at you intently, sweating and panting with a wide grin on his face as he brought his finger up to his lips. You watched, transfixed, as he sucked it clean, the glistening digit sliding languidly between his lips. He was tasting you. The thought had you digging your nails into his shoulders. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up, removing your shirt before taking a step back to pull his over his head and unbuckle his pants. His gaze was fixed onto yours as he dropped his underwear, his hard cock springing free. You couldn’t help but look at him, a fresh wave of arousal coiling low in your gut again at the thought of feeling him inside you. He stepped forward, towering over you as he placed both his hands on the shelves behind, effectively caging you in with his large frame.
“Alright buttercup. You ready?” he teased, his tone arrogant.
You cocked an eyebrow up at him. “Tough guy, huh?”
You turned around and pressed your ass against his hard cock, relishing the loud hiss that escaped him. His hands immediately found your ass, squeezing and kneading at the soft skin, spreading your cheeks apart. You ground back against him impatiently. “Just fuck me already Wainfleet.” you challenged.
“I should make you wait for it.” he growled, giving your ass a firm slap, the sound loud in the small space. “Make you beg for it.”
You arched back, pressing yourself harder against him. “Shut up.” you spat out.
He breathed a laugh. “You think you can talk to me like that?” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and dangerous. His hand snaked around your waist, slowly travelling down your stomach. “Bad, bad girl…” he trailed off as his fingers finally reached your clit.
You spread your legs a little wider, expecting him to touch you the way he always did, and your knees nearly buckled as his hand suddenly landed onto your clit in a light slap instead. You gasped in surprise, toes curling as a jolt of pleasure travelled inside you. “Yeah. Thought you’d like that.” he said with a smirk on his lips as you jerked against him from another spank.
And another.
Again.
And again.
Your eyes were squeezed shut as he kept spanking you, the constant stimulation an assault to your sensitive clit, swollen and pulsing at the overstimulation. It felt like all your nerves were on fire, heat spreading through you and electricity crawling under your skin. The sensation had you gasping and moaning, writhing and jerking in his arms, a strange push and pull of wanting it to stop but continue at the same time. You were trapped between Lyle and the cold metal shelves, completely at his mercy.
You loved it.
What was wrong with you?
“Lyle stop.” you suddenly blurted out.
His hand immediately stilled.
For a moment you were both silent, only the sounds of your breathing filling the small closet.
“I want you inside me.” you said quietly, still facing the shelving.
“Beg for it.” he replied drily.
You paused. You could feel your cheeks burn. “Lyle…” you trailed off, a wave of shame washing over you.
“Beg for it.” he repeated, unaware of your unease. “I know you love it when I give you orders. Beg for it.” he said firmly.
You stayed quiet, still not turning around.
It took Lyle a moment before the realization hit him.
“Hey… Hey, it’s okay.” he cooed. His voice was unexpectedly quiet. “It’s me. No need to feel ashamed.”
You swallowed thickly. This wasn’t the first time you’d felt embarrassed for enjoying his harsh ministrations so much, although you’d never told him about it. Or stopped him for it. It was like an unspoken understanding between the two of you. He’d clearly always known of your struggle to accept your submissiveness, but had never brought it up and you appreciated that he always gave you exactly what you wanted without making you feel ashamed about it. It’s one of the reasons you kept going back to him.
The only one judging you was yourself.
And the only one putting a stop to your pleasure was yourself.
“We can do this differently if you want. I’m okay with it.” he whispered, his fingers gently combing through your hair.
You took a deep breath. If he wasn’t judging you and took just as much pleasure dominating you as you did being dominated, then why should you?
“No, I… I like it. When you order me around.” you said carefully. Your voice was barely above a whisper. It felt like you had to push every word out, but you felt proud for saying it out loud.
Lyle was quiet before he spoke.
“Say it again.” he whispered.
Your breath caught. “I… like it. When you order me around.” you repeated a bit more confidently.
His fingers traced down the length of your spine. You shivered.
“Again.”
Your cheeks burned. “I like it when you order me around.”
His fingers grazed the skin of your ass. Your hipbone. Your thigh. He pressed himself a little harder against you. “What else do you like?” he asked, voice low.
You gasped. His skin was hot against yours, his body like a wall of muscle behind you, sturdy and firm. You could feel a familiar heat pooling between your legs. “I like it when you talk dirty.” you admitted.
He hummed. “So…you like it when I push you down against your bed? When I tell you to take it like a good girl?” he pretended to ask innocently. “What about when I make you choke on my cock or I fill you with my cum, you like that too?” His hands rested on your hips, digging into the smooth flesh.
You had closed your eyes, images of your previous rendezvous replaying in your mind. “I love it.” you whispered, almost breathless from the memories.
“Fuck.” he cursed, his voice deeper than before.
His grip tightened on your hips and a quiet moan escaped your lips. He was fully erect, his cock pressing insistently against your ass.
He let out a shaky exhale. “Let me have you.” he whispered in your hair.
Warmth spread across your body. “I’m all yours.” you breathed.
“Fuck.” he grunted and gave your ass a sharp slap, the sound loud in the small space. You arched back with a moan. He guided himself to your entrance, pressing himself inside you and stretching you out as he buried himself fully with a single thrust. You both moaned at the sensation. He slid himself almost fully out before rapidly pulling you back onto his cock, his hips simultaneously slamming forward. You cried out in pleasure. “I know baby, I know.” he cooed as he immediately started fucking you relentlessly. He didn’t start off slow, didn’t wait for you to fully habituate to his size. With every snap of his hips he stretched you out, opening you up more and more for him. The slightly burning sensation was lost amidst the pleasure it gave you, moans spilling freely from your lips. You were holding onto the shelf in front of you, which was rattling loudly from your movements.
“Look at you, fuckin’ moaning like a whore.” His grip on your hips was bruising and his voice rough like gravel. “You’re my little slut, aren't you?”
You moaned in response, your mind a complete blank.
"Yeah. You're mine." he grunted.
He reached up, his calloused hands pawing at your breasts. You tried to press yourself into his touch, but there wasn’t much room for movement between him and the shelves. His pace slowed down, giving you time to catch your breath. Or so you thought.
He suddenly gave you a single, particularly hard thrust as he tugged on your nipples. The combined movements sent a jolt straight to your cunt and you cried out again, his name spilling from your lips.
“God I love the sounds you make.” he whispered almost to himself, picking up the pace again. “Come on baby, I know you can take it. Be a good girl and take it.”
He drove himself deeper and deeper into your wet heat with every harsh slap of his hips, feeling his release quickly approaching.
“You feel so damn good.” he panted “Gonna fill you up real good with my cum.”
“Wait—I want to see you come.” you said rapidly, twisting back to look at him as best you could.
“Fuck.” was his only reply as he quickly pulled out and spun you around, doing quick work of lifting your leg up by the knee and sliding himself back into you. You were always impressed by his sheer strength and let your eyes roam over his entire body hungrily. He was holding you close, an arm wrapped around you and the other keeping your leg up while he continued thrusting into you. You held onto him tightly, nails digging into his back as you lost your balance with every thrust. A sheen layer of sweat covered him, making his skin glisten in the low light. His brows were furrowed in effort, muscles taut as he fucked you. He smelled of Lyle and sex, something silky and tangy mixed with sweat. It was all intoxicating and when you looked up he was staring directly at you, his eyes fixed onto your flushed face. You felt your blush deepen and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your faces together, breathing each other in.
“I’m gon—“
“Come inside me.” you cut him off, panting against his lips. “Please, Lyle. I want your cum inside me.”
“Shit—“ he groaned. He came, hips stilling against yours as he buried himself impossibly deep inside you. You were trapped between him and the shelves, the metal digging into your skin. The uncomfortable sensation was lost on you as he spilled himself inside you, the familiar heat of his cum spreading with every throb of his cock. You loved watching him like this, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed in pleasure as he emptied himself in your heat. He always found a way to remind you that you were his, but in this instant it felt like he was yours too. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him deeply and so you did, hand cupping his face as he moaned into your mouth. His eyes flew open, blown pupils and long lashes pinning you in place. You stayed like this, chests heaving and sweat covered bodies pressed together as close as possible. He watched you as you wiped the sweat from his face, eyes still glazed over as he slowly came back to his senses. Slowly he slid out of you and gingerly put your leg down. You felt the mix of his cum and your slick immediately spill out. It dripped down your thighs, leaking onto the floor. You grimaced at the sensation. Lyle instantly grabbed a roll of toilet paper from a shelf behind you, getting to work cleaning you up.
“Convenient” you said with a tired smile.
He looked up at you, a grin plastered on his face. “Fuck that was good.”
You giggled.
He rummaged through the shelves and found a bag, shoving the paper and your ripped underwear inside it. You bit your lip at the sight of the destroyed garment.
“But don’t you ever shy out on me like that again.” he said calmly. “Fuckin’ scared me at first. Thought I’d hurt you or somethin’. ”
You looked away, smiling.
You both got dressed quickly, deciding you’d pass by your room to get cleaned up — too bad if you were late for your meeting.
You turned to unlock the closet door and froze.
“Wait. Did you even lock the door?” you asked him.
He looked at you. “No…I didn't even think about it.”
You stared at each other for a beat before bursting out in laughter.
Lyle shrugged. “No one walks through this wing anyways.” he said sheepishly.
“Are you serious?!” you said in disbelief, still chuckling as you opened the door and walked out.
“What?” he asked, following you with his signature shit-eating grin on his face. “It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out what we were up to either.”
You turned to him as you kept walking. “Exactly, what if someone had decided to open the door on us?”
He shrugged again. “Like I said, good thing no one uses this wing.” he replied cooly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.
You rolled your eyes. “And good thing for you you’re good in bed.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
You both laughed, walking along the empty corridor.
Hiya, i have a weird idea haha could you do like maybe shy/ stuttering virgin Recom Mansk and like a sweet Recom girl that everybody loves and he have a fat crush on her somehow end up in her room smut
I'm not too good at portraying stuttering but I can do shy virgin 🫣
Shy Heart│MDNI
│Recom Mansk x Recom Female Reader
Mansk had always been the quiet type. Shy, quiet, awkward. You knew there was more to him. If only he could get comfortable around you, you would love to find out all about him.
You always stuck up for him when the other recoms made fun of him being a virgin. There was no reason for them to worry about his personal life, and yet they did anyway.
The way his lashes flutter. The way his cheeks burn red. The way his breath catches in his throat when you speak for him. You never missed it, but you always continued to give him the chance to say something to you about it.
He was just too shy. His feelings for you sat on the tip of his tongue when he saw you which he hated because half of the time he stood there in shock not able to say anything. Mansk was sure you thought he was some freak, but time and time again you popped up wherever he was.
Brushing past his arm, running your fingers across his back, holding onto him, any light touch set his body on fire. His heart would beat out of his chest. His breathing would speed up. His body would tense under the soft touches from you.
Any time you spoke to him, your voice gave the same reactions. A simple greeting, a question, anything made him stop dead in his tracks for you. He could never hold a full conversation with you, but you didn’t pin it against him.
You didn’t tease him, you didn’t play with him, you were genuinely interested in him. Because he was shy, you never got the chance to know him. It broke your heart to watch his mind stutter around you knowing that he wanted to tell you, he just couldn’t.
You wanted to change this, and you knew he would do anything you asked him to.
Mansk sat on a weight bench in the recom gym, setting down two dumbbells just as you walked in from the showers. You wore a towel after the shower that was wrapped tight just above your breasts.
You spot Mansk and begin to walk over to him.
“Hey Mansk,” you say, adding a playful tone to your voice despite what you were about to tell him. It was all part of your plan.
His gaze finds yours and his cheeks flash a bright pink.
“Hey uh, you’re still here.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“Well obviously I’m still here if I’m standing in front of you,” you say, giggling softly.
He brings his hand up to his neck, scratching lightly as he brings his gaze down to the ground.
“Yeah duh,” he says, awkwardly laughing.
You walked closer to him until you stood in between his big muscular thighs that were spread open. Drooling slightly from the sight, you shake your head to clear your mind of the filthy thoughts you had every time you see this man.
He keeps his gaze on the ground, trying to ignore the fact that you stood so close to him with only a towel separating your body from him.
You bring your hand up to his face, running your finger along his jaw as you push his gaze towards yours.
His pupils were dilated, his mouth hung open from your soft touches, and he stared up at you.
“I can fix one of the problems you’ve been having if you come to my room later, Mansk,” you say, barely above a whisper while biting your bottom lip softly. Your eyes shoot between his eyes and his lips the entire time you stand in front of him.
The urge to kiss him was strong but you wanted to make it extra special just for him. No words are able to fall from his mouth. He was completely stunned. You giggle softly. There was nothing you liked more about him than how much you affected him.
“I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to come,” you whisper, fighting the desire to kiss him as you push yourself up. You turn around, knowing he was watching, and you simply walk away.
And sure enough, later when the sun had set, you had showered and had on nothing but a matching set of dark red lace lingerie, a knock sounded at your door.
You practically jump from the bed, running to the door with excitement.
As you open the door, you watch as Mansk’s eyes grow wide. Sweat beads on his forehead, his breathing turns rapid, his cheeks glow a bright red.
You watch as he rubs his palms against the grey sweats he wore as his hands grow clammy, but your eyes catch on the large, growing bulge staring right back at you.
Slick pools in the lace panties that hug your hips. You catch yourself rubbing your thighs together softly, biting your bottom lip, forgetting that Mansk was actually standing in front of you. Not that he would care if you stood there staring all night, but you did.
“So… why did you…,” he says before you cut him off by grabbing his hand and yanking him into the room.
You felt so needy for this shy virgin man in front of you. His shirt was tight around his large biceps, he was so much taller than you, his face was beautiful, and his body was lean and muscular.
“Mansk, I am going to tell you this once and you listen very carefully,” you say breathlessly.
He nods his head as his gaze rakes up and down your body over and over. His eyes burned across your skin igniting your body on fire. You tried to be patient with him, tried to give him the chance to do it himself but you couldn’t take it anymore.
You needed him so bad.
“I need you to pick me up and fuck me so hard,” you whisper. You walk closer to him, fisting his shirt and pulling his lips down to yours. You kiss him soft, then rough, then you slip your tongue into his mouth.
He groans into the kiss as your tongue slides against his, and his hands fly to your hips. You explore his mouth while you pull his body closer to yours and his rock-solid cock digs into your stomach.
Pulling away from the kiss, you catch your breath before reaching behind you to unclip your bra. It falls down your arms, and you let it drop to the floor. Your nipples harden from the sudden contact with the cold air, and you gaze up at Mansk.
He looked ruined already and you hadn’t done anything yet.
You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, and you pull them down slowly. A wet spot sat right in the middle where your leaking entrance rested, and you made sure he could see it. They pool at your feet, and you slowly step out of them.
“I… don’t know what I’m doing though. Are you sure you even…”
“Mansk,” you say, cutting off his worries before he can fully voice them.
You walk over to him, and you place your hand on his chest. You run it down the length of his body until you reach his clothed cock. Palming him through his sweats, he groans softly as his hips move to meet your touch.
“I thought you wanted me too Mansk,” you whisper, batting your lashes at him as you push for any sort of reaction from him. Now, you were teasing him, but it was harmless.
His mouth opens and closes multiple times, trying to find the words he wants to say to you at this moment.
“God yes. Yes, I want you so bad,” he says, not one stutter leaves his lips as he finally says what he had been stuck on for months. A certain kind of confidence was present in his voice, and it left your slick running down your inner thighs.
You move your hand back up to the waistband of his pants, and you hook your fingers around it before pulling them down slowly, boxers and all.
As they slide down you watch his cock bounce up against his stomach after being released from its restraints. You bite back a moan just from the sight of how big he was.
He steps out of his pants, mimicking the way you had done it moments prior, and you tug on the bottom of his shirt.
“Take this off,” you say, desire and lust take control of your voice.
He grips the collar of his shirt before swiftly pulling it over his head and letting it pool onto the ground beside his pants.
“Now, fuck me,” you say, barely above a whisper as you gaze up at the bare man in front of you.
“Okay,” he says, his voice turning husky and thick with need.
He leans down to place a soft kiss to your lips as he places his hands around the back of your thighs. Mansk lifts you off the ground and you wrap your legs around his slim waist.
Your ankles lock behind him, your arms wrap around his neck, and he walks with you in his arms while he continues to kiss you.
Goosebumps rise along your skin as he presses your back to the cold wall. The heat of your body immediately solved that issue though.
His cock was unintentionally rubbing through your folds from how he held you, and when his tip brushes past your clit you arch, you back against the wall pressing your chest into him. You break away from the kiss to let out a soft moan, and he stands there waiting for you.
“Mansk,” you say.
“Yes,” he says back rather awkwardly.
“Do I need to help you?”
“Yes, please,” he says, sighing with relief that you offered. You knew he knew what to do even if he was a virgin, you just think he didn’t have the confidence to start it.
You reach down in between the two bodies where his cock rested against your folds. Grabbing him by the base, you nudge the tip at your entrance. You pull his hips towards you with your legs and the tip slips into your soaking wet walls.
Soft moans leave your lips as your nails dig crescent shaped marks into the skin of his shoulder. The burn and stretch from just the inch of his tip was immense.
“More Mansk,” you whisper, wanting to feel him in the deepest parts of you. He pushes in slowly, groaning quietly as he slides his cock in until he sits pelvis to pelvis with you and his tip pushed against your cervix.
He lifts you up slightly, fixing his grip under your thighs, and pushing you harder against the wall to steady himself. His gaze finds yours and pure passion flashed through him. He brings his lips to yours kissing you softly as he slides his cock back out.
His tip brushes past your sweet spot and sits right at your entrance before he pushes back in just as slow. You moan into the kiss, and he swallows your pleasure hungrily. He slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring you in return.
Mansk’s thrusts pick up slightly as his desire to pleasure you grows. He breaks away from the kiss, and you manage to catch your breath. His cock slides through your walls and his gaze drops to where the two of you connect.
You gaze down with him watching as your entrance greedily swallows him.
“You feel so good around me,” he groans out. His face finds the crook of your neck, and you wrap your arms around him.
“Faster Mansk,” you whine. You wanted more of him.
He places kisses down your neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin.
He wasn’t so shy now, was he?
His cock slides faster through your walls. The veins and ridges of his cock only add to the pleasure he was giving you. You slide your hand down the length of your stomach, circling your clit with a finger to bring you closer to your climax.
“Fuck, do you feel good,” he asks, groaning when he feels your hand pleasuring yourself.
Your nails rake down his back, breaking the skin when you can’t contain yourself.
“Please yes, harder,” you moan, arching your back against the wall. Your nipples rub along the skin of your chest, stimulating your body.
Heat pools in your lower belly the harder he thrusts into you. Your back burned from sliding against the wall but you couldn’t care less. Mansk’s grip on your thighs grew punishing, he held you close to him as he fucked you deep and raw.
You can feel his cock twitching deep inside you as his thrusts grow sloppy. The circles you rub onto your clit become faster, and harder. Your entrance begins to clench around him.
“I’m so close Mansk,” you whimper, pushing yourself closer and closer to the edge.
“Cum on my cock,” he growled, moving his head away from your next to watch you take all his cock. The thought of your pleasure leaking out on him left his cock pulsing with the need to release inside of you.
His words send you over the edge. The pleasurable pain of your nails digging into his skin leaves him groaning. Your entrance clenches rhythmically around him, your cum gathers around the base of his cock as he continues to thrust deep inside you.
The sight of you like this, taking his cock like he dreamed about while stroking himself at night, left him reaching his own climax.
“Look at me,” he whispers, and you do.
Passion, lust, longing were the only things you saw on him. Sweat beaded along his forehead, his cheeks turned red even though he asked you to look at him.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, releasing thick, long ropes of cum that coat the inside of your walls.
When his thrusts begin to slow, you catch your breath while holding on to him for stability. He keeps both hands on the back of your thighs, but he brings you away from the wall. You wrap your arms around his neck letting him push your body into his.
Mansk stayed connected with you as he made his way over to your bed. He lays you down softly against the sheets and situates himself to hover above you.
“You don’t know how long I have dreamed of this,” he whispers, placing a small kiss on your lips.
You can feel his cock pulse inside you, a renewal of his desire. Your gaze finds his and the shy man you once knew wasn’t there anymore.
I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch
Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)
"Forbidden But Desired"
Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N
(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")
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Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',
Word Count: 4383
A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this
The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you.
Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you.
But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?
That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand.
While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room.
The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on.
Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different.
Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you.
He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now.
Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill.
You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands.
He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related.
You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room.
This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.
The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to.
He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you.
“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting.
You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance.
Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside.
You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.
“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that.
“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage.
He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment.
“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself.
“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.”
His words confuse you.
“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him.
He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions.
His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down.
He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you.
Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore.
Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.
You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.
He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way.
You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle.
“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further.
“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back.
“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you.
“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it.
You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest.
“What are you-”
“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice.
His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.
Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep.
Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him.
Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense.
You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?
His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep.
When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself.
They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached.
His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.
Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.
He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet.
Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body.
He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him.
He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you.
Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe.
He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself.
Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself.
God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be.
You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.
‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you.
His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.
His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him.
It’s his job to care of you.
He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl.
He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him.
Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point.
He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things.
Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’.
He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.
He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you.
With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you.
He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you.
A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.
“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react.
“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it.
“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you.
“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”
Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why.
One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice.
“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands.
Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer.
“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t.
“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff.
You shake your head ‘no’.
“Makin’ you mine.”
His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you.
“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you
You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories.
His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible.
Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.
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Eugh I just want to read character/Character & Recom/Recom on AO3, and I'm digging through so much OC & Reader/Cannon fics It's so frustrating to sort through 😩
(Also should be posting some art really soon here, Sorry I've been a bit dead for the past week or so, Just haven't really been in the mood to draw/Post yk ♥️)
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Y/N, a military prodigy, raised and trained in the Marine Corps, opens her eyes to a new life as a Recombinant. Her purpose is one and one only; being General Frances Ardmore’s right hand in taming the frontier in order to set up humanity’s future home on Pandora, including eliminating resisting natives. There’s only one problem; Y/N’s predecessor has never been on Pandora. Despite this challenge, Y/N seems to face a bigger issue. She’s surrounded by incompetent idiots. The biggest idiot in question seems to be someone among her own ranks. Miles Quaritch. Even with his rank as a Colonel, Quaritch still manages to screw up his biggest mission, ruining Y/N’s and Ardmore’s hard work in the process. With it being her job, Y/N has to find a way to go about this incompetent asshole, including dealing with his unchecked attitude, inability to successfully complete a single mission, impulsive decisions and his absolute lack of professionalism. Miles on the other hand wishes this damn woman would just die. She suddenly appeared one day, charmed Ardmore, got promoted to Major General, and now she thinks she can steal all the authority he had on base, run her rude ass mouth, give him shit about every single mission and boss him around like he’s her personal bitch? Who the fuck does she think she is? They both thought the natives would be their biggest enemies, but with each other among their own ranks, they’re starting to change their minds.
ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: minors DNI, enemies to lovers, dark themes, warfare, guns, typical military violence, heavy sexual activity (smut), forced neural bond (tsaheylu), identity crisis, death, injuries, PTSD, etc.
ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ:
This is an enemies to lovers fic.
Y/N and Miles are both comfortable with engaging in sexual activities with the same gender.
Slow burn.
There are a lot of OCs because I needed more Marines and RDA personnel.
The male Na’vi in this fic have sheath folds because you cannot tell me those fuckers have their cocks out and their crotches are still flatter than my kitchen table.
For chapters with smut, dark themes or heavy triggers I will add warnings.
Recom logo header and dividers are mine, please credit if you use them.
This work is also on AO3, under the username: @nesaluvstherecoms
Warnings: NSFW, Slow Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Action, Violence, Blood, Death
Summary: After your soul transfer from a diseased body to a healthy Avatar, you lived a somewhat peaceful life on Pandora for fifteen years. During that time, Spider was like an adoptive son to you. You taught him everything he needed to know to survive. One day when he and the Sully kids run into bad luck that leads to your capture, you must make sense of your changing world, and heart, revolving around the RDA's mission to find Jake Sully, including the Recombinant leader who hunts him.
