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OBSESSED OVER HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— Headcanons + scenario on Recom Quaritch obsessing over his ex! lover

#WARNING(S)— dark quaritch(?)obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts,non-consent touching, implications of noncon/dubcon, personality crisis(?)identity crisis(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Colonel Miles Quaritch

He couldn’t help but have a large grin on his face. You were back with him— back to where you were supposed to be. He would watch you like a hawk through the mirror; you were placed in a confinement similar to his son. Oh— he could stare at you for hours if he could. It was only until later that he managed to calm himself down. He was angsty and nervous; he wondered how you would feel about him— about his differences. But it wouldn’t matter, you’ll see he’s just like the man before him— if not better.

When he is face to face with you he nearly collapsed onto his knees. His hands trembled as he handed you the dog tag of the original Colonel Miles. He watched with anticipation as you took it; would you accept it? Would you accept this piece of remembrance towards the man you loved? It would give him hope if you did. To see that you cared for that man— that you care for him. That this relationship you have with him can still be salvaged. His heart nearly stopped when you chucked the dog tag across the room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you glared at him.

Anger coursed through his veins. No— no, you weren’t suppose to act like that. You were suppose to cry and wallow in grief over his death. You were suppose to sob and beg for forgiveness over your betrayal towards him. You were suppose to cling to him— it was wrong. His anger only amplified when you began screaming at him, throwing chairs at him. You lashed your anger out on him— why? Why was he to blame? It was your fault! All of it— he could of had a nice family with you. He could of been in his sons life— he could of married you! It was your fault. Everything is your fault— it’s because of you that he has these pesky emotions. It’s because of you that he can’t sleep at night— and you! Oh— you are going to pay for it; starting right now.

He would ignore your screams of protest as he caged you between his arms. He spent hours, days, weeks— months dreaming of you and to waste such a promising opportunity? He wouldn’t have that— no, he’ll take full advantage of it. His thirst for you will finally be quenched.

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No matter how hard your tried to wiggle away from him or how much your legs kicked you were pinned under him. His lips crashed into yours in a desperate manner. You shook your head from side to side but he chased after you, swallowing your sobs and whines. He glanced down, he wondered what you thought of him. Where you thinking of how desperate he is for you? Realizing that he longed only for you. He’d do just about anything for you— anything to make you see that he is alike to your ex lover. He’ll never let you go— no. Now that he has you in his arms he’ll make sure you’ll never step a foot outside.

His exhale was shaky, his nose buried into your collarbone, inhaling your scent. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, can you tell his desperation for you? He wore the same face of the man you once loved and cherished in the past. Yet you couldn’t bare yourself to look at him, your lover never looked like that— he was human; not Navi. He would speak in a tongue dripping with honey, tone brimming with love that he held for you. But his eyes— they’re yellow. How frightening they are— your lover had blue eyes; the type that you would describe midwinter. Frosty and cold yet held such beauty in them. You turn away from him, he is not the man you loved. An imposter— a fake; His eyes were so alien.

You would shrink away, cringing in his embrace. He would try to gain your attention with familiar touches his predecessor once done but all that he gained was tears and a choked sob ❝You’re not— ❞ In less than a second his soft caressing turned harsh. He gripped your jaw tightly forcing you to look at him. Anger swirled in his eyes, ❝ I’m not what? I look like him— I talk like him— I have his memories! Why aren’t you happy with me like you were happy with him? Look at me! It’s me your suppose to be with! Your suppose to love me— me! It’s me!❞

His fist slammed against the table countless times. His tail flicking behind him in annoyance, clearly this level of intimacy wasn’t working, he’ll have to take it up a notch. He pursed his lips, head bobbing as he recalled old memories between you and his predecessor opening up to each other in an intimate level. Yeah— that’ll do. Without a second thought his fingers pulled the collar of shirt upwards dropping the garment. He’ll make you his, create new mementos with you so that’ll you’ll forget the past— so that you can get used to your new lover— to the new him.

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Chapter One — Reminiscence

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#SYNOPSIS— Recom! Miles remembers his infatuation for you

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, possessive behavior, unhealthy obsession, abuse of power, dark quaritch, yandere, implications of noncon/dubcon, stalking, creepy behavior

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel miles quaritch, Reom! Miles Quaritch

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After conducting a briefing with his new team and outlining the goals and the pressing necessity of hunting and killing Jake Sully. Miles was summoned by General Ardmore, she informed him of the imperative need to colonize Pandora and ‘ pacify ‘ the na’vi; since earth was now deemed to be virtually uninhabitable. She than showed him clips from recent attacks to previous years of footage before he was woken up. They were well planned out attacks against the RDA led by Jake Sully ❝ Now Colonel I understand you were given a second task. Quaritch— had pulled rank to get what he wanted. Even in death, his commands are being followed— that’s hell of motivation if you ask me. I’m hoping you give that same energy to Sully ❞

❝ I assure you General nothing will distract me from my priorities ❞ When the words rolled of his tongue he felt them dripping in the untruth. Jake sully wasn’t his priority— no even if he wanted to he couldn’t. There was an itch under his skin only you could calm. If he didn’t believe his own words than he wouldn’t put it past himself if the General didn’t believed him either. She scoffed, dismissing him until further notice of any new briefings.

Miles was left to his own dwellings, he spent most of his time reminiscing about the past— if he could call it his past. That wasn’t him— no he’s just a clone. A shell of the man before him. But even still he couldn’t help but desire to claim those memories as his. Memories that he spent with you— he wanted to experience it all with you. He wanted to see you for the first time, look at your eyes while you gaze at him with adoration, he wants to get to know you— he wants to call you his. These memories he has of you aren’t his, and it pains him to accept it. His heart ached, longing for you. At one point he regarded you as a thief, you have stolen everything from him. The heart in his chest, the air from his lungs and all his thoughts within his head— you have stolen everything he had to offer.

His eyes closed in sweet bliss of remembrance upon his predecessor first meeting with you. It was a memory he couldn’t help but often think about.

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❝ You’re not in Kansas anymore, you’re on Pandora ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact, every second of every day ❞ His boots made a menacing clicking sound as they hit the ground. His gestures and precise movements made him intimidating— the scar that ran through his skull only amplified to his demeanor ❝ If there is a hell you might wanna go there for some r&r after a tour on Pandora. Out there, beyond that fence, every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for juejuebees. ❞

❝ We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the ‘ Na’vi ‘ There fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that’ll stop your heart in one minute— they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill ❞ He turned around slowly facing all the new recruits, walking down the aisle; he continued on with his speech ❝As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed, not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong mental attitude. You’ve got to obey the rules, Pandora rules ❞

His steps halted, his eyes locked with yours. You peered up at him batting your eyelashes ❝ You’ve got all of that sweetheart? ❞ His eyes trailed down your throat seeing the harsh swallow, a sly grin curved up the corner of his lips. A shiver coursed through his spine as he gazed down at you expectingly. You kept your mouth shut, nodding instead. He arched a wrinkled eyebrow, ❝ I want words sweetheart ❞

❝ Yes— sir ❞ Quaritch nearly folded, your voice sounded sensual and smooth— a velvety whisper. His blue eyes gleamed, ❝ atta girl ❞ He turned back around, ❝ Rule number One— ❞

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Your dark Quaritch fic makes me smile 😊 I keep coming back to it.

I’m glad you like it!

What about spider and his mum, I feel like spider would so want his mothers love and affection having gone his whole life without feeling the love of a mother and the cold shoulder of Neytiri. Do you think spider would be like his dad and do whatever it takes to earn his mothers love. You know like father like sim right.

Absolutely! Spider will def be a platonic yandere for his lovely mother whom he cherishes and loves very much! He’ll do just about anything for his mother— Like father like son!

Hi are you continuing your infatuation series or it it finished? I love it!

The series is still not finished so I am planning to continue writing about it! However, I haven’t uploaded the new chapter because I was hit with writers block

sometimes i wonder if writing is worth my time

Well that depends ya know? Does it help you? Do you feel better when you write? Etc— it all depends on how you feel about writing. It doesn’t have to be forever— if your exhausted you can take a break. No one is hurrying you.

For example, I love writing. I’m not pursing it as a career but I just enjoy writing because I get to show people my writing and in return they leave comments and that totally makes my day 🫶

OMG THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE I’M CRYING THANK U SM !!

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Chapter Three— Unexpected visitors

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#SYNOPSIS— The dead come back to visit

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of abandonment, implications of being a bad mother, child abandonment, implications of discrimination, implications of physical abuse, yandere, unhealthy obsession, possessive, prey/hunter dynamics, scent kink, creepy behavior, throat usage?/does that even make sense?, forced kissing, noncon kissing???)) quaritch goes feral, unwanted touching

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! colonel Miles Quaritch

#NOTE— so I lied— the good stuff will definitely be on the next chapter. I’m also planning to make a Drabble to make up for it

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Quaritch extended out his palm towards the diagram ❝ The target is pretty much this whole island group— ❞ he was cut of by Spider ducking beneath his large frame, he glanced down at his son smiling briefly, ❝— Never been up there, you know those waters doc. What kind of indigenous we got? ❞ Scoresby gestured towards the man on the opposite side of the diagram. The doc was startled out of his own thinking, hesitating briefly as he glanced at the blue Recom looking at him with piercing yellow eyes ❝ Well— uh we got metkayina mostly some Ta’unui maybe fifty villages— ❞

Having enough of his rambiling, Quaritch cut off him with a puzzled face, ❝ uh you are who?❞ he didn’t need to know what specific species of na’vi there was— all he needed to know where was the nearest village nearby to get stated on his mission ❝ Oh I’m uh Doctor Ian Garvin, a marine biologist ❞ he extended out his palm for a handshake but was ultimately ignored by Quaritch, he dropped down his hand in embarrassment, ❝ Fifty villages— a hundred villages. I don’t care we’ll search them all ❞ Scoresby scoffed, and snapped back with an obnoxious tone ❝ I hunt Tulkun, that’s what I’m rigged for that’s all my guys do. I’ve got quotas to meet ❞

A rotten wry smile split Quaritch face, he showed a smile with far too many teeth— teeth to sharp his lips curled up. He looked like a happy predator with upturned lips, ❝ I’ll be nice once than I won’t ❞ Behind him, Lyle lifted his respiratory mask taking a sip of carbon. His yellow eyes gleamed, as he watched the interaction between the two of them. Scoresby pursed his lips, not expecting to be threatened in his own ship, ❝ Oh if you can’t get out of it, get into it. All crew to stations! ❞

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It was difficult being an outsider among the na’vi, unable to fully understand the ways of being‘ One of the people ‘ as they say. But they were welcoming to say the least— a bit skittish but nothing you can do about it. Had it not been for Jake sully— Toruk Makto as they call him; you would have never been accepted into the Ta’unui clan. You weren’t ‘ one of the people ‘ your simply coexisting with them. It was difficult at first, finding yourself frustrated with them— and yourself. It was a horrible decision to leave the forest but if you didn’t then you would be stuck with him— burden by the responsibility of being a mother. So you packed your things and left—

Gone the next day leaving no trace behind but a few personal belongings. It was heartless— to abandon a child but you couldn’t bare to look at it. Finding bile crawling up your throat whenever you ever so glanced at it. But that was years ago and you can only find yourself wanting to learn about their life now— only a little. You come up with your own conclusions, that’s he’s fine— doing much better now that you were gone. Has a happy family that gives him all the affection and care he needs— anything to lesson the guilt of abandoning him.

You were startled out of your thoughts as a blue hand appeared in your vision. You jumped like a feral cat, whisking around as your eyes caught culprit of a sheepish male na’vi. ❝Jesus Christ— must you always do this to me? ❞ The male na’vi blinked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at you with wide eyes, ❝ I do not understand this sky people talk— what is this Jesus Christ? ❞ You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal ❝ Dont worry about it— Sky people nonsense and all that. Your English has gotten good ❞ at your compliment, the male puffed up his chest in pride. You scoff at his flared ego— ever since you’ve been here this male na’vi was always by your side, claiming he was curious about the sky people.

He’s become your student— only for a short while. You’ve been teaching him English for quite some and was surprised to see him learn the language very quick. It brought a sense of peace towards you— familiarity. It’s as if you were back in the past with Grace helping her at the school. A wave of nostalgia hit you, often times you missed the moments you had with everyone. You smiled briefly, the past would always sneak upon you leaving nothing but a longing to see everyone. But you had made your bed— choosing to leave and abandon everyone. Now you must lay in your choices. ❝ You are friends with Toruk Makto, no? ❞

Confused by the sudden interest in an old friend, you nodded, ❝ Yeah— Jake sully, what’s the sudden interest in him? ❞ he hesitated briefly, ❝ He is residing in a metkayina clan— not far from here— there has been talk of war following him ❝ Your lips pursed in response, brows furrowing. ❝ That is odd— not something he would do. Who knows maybe he just wanted a vacation? ❞ He looked at you with wide eyes, ❝ You are certain of this? ❞ You hesitated briefly, you weren’t— Jake would of never fled the Omaticaya— especially Neytiri, seeing as how she loved her home and would even die for her people. This wasn’t something they would do— not unless they were running from something— or someone.

But no one could posses such a threat that would cause Jake to flee— and if they did, we’ll they were dead. But you couldn’t cause panic— ❝ I’m sure, who knows maybe it’s for diplomat reasons ❞ He seemed satisfied with your answer and bided you goodbye. You were back to being alone— busying yourself to your own devices. But worry seemed to overshadow your thoughts— worming their way inside your mind. If Jake was here than what of the boy you gave birth to? Jake didn’t adopt him— no the boy had foster parents that took care of him along with other human children that were left behind. But Jake promised— he promised to watch over him. Did Jake bring him here to the ocean clans? Or did he leave him back at the Omaticaya?

Worry gnawed at your gut— you couldn’t bare to risk seeing the boy. Your stomach churned in disgust— you were cut off by a horn being blasted through the air— your stomach dropped. Through the years residing in the clan not once has the horn been used. Distant cries were heard thought the beach and a loud rumbling sound swallowed their petrified cries. You scrambled towards the noise, terror sticking at your nerves as a large ship came into view, ❝ Oh fuck— fuck! ❞ you scrambled backwards running towards your small hut. You gathered your necessity items, shoving the basic necessities in a small bag.

None of this made sense— they shouldn’t be here, not once had they come near the islands. They were often seen out in the open waters hunting tulkun. This was different— had they come here to threaten or kill the na’vi residing in this island? Peace was not on the table so the like hold of the other two options happening were possible. You flinched at the loud cries coming from the na’vi and the curses of your mother tongue being shouted out. If they caught you— there was no doubt you might be publicly executed for betraying your race.

And so you hid— lost in the wildlife of Pandora you seeked shelter behind a trunk covered by bushes. Your breaths came out labored, you peeked from a small opening seeing the na’vi being rounded up on the clearing. You leaned forward trying to get a better view unaware of the footsteps behind you. You let out a scream as a hand tugged you up from your hiding place. You struggled immediately, clawing at the hands that held onto you— ❝ Stay still—! I got a traitor here! ❞ your attacker dragged you towards the clearing, gun pressing against your back.

You tripped over your own feet a couple of times as you were dragged to the clearing. Countless of na’vi were forced to kneel onto the sand with guns and tasers threatening to cause harm. There were avatars among them humans, dressed in full camo gear with weapons strapped towards their vest. The color drained from your face as you made eye contact with piercing yellow eyes, ❝ What the actual fuck— ❞ you were starting to panic, kicking your feet and acting like a mad woman— you were unsure of what to do but your brain screamed at you to run.

In front of you was the man you once thought was dead— no you were certain he was dead. His skeleton was out in the forest decomposing on itself. Yet, here he was, breathing and certainly alive. He was back from the dead and this time he came back blue. Beside him was a human boy wearing na’vi clothes, he was covered in blue stripes. A flicker of recognition sparkled in your eyes— your breath hitched at your throat, ❝no— no! ❞ you shook your head refusing to accept the truth. A newfound strength courses through your body.

You elbowed the guy on the ribs making a run for it, ❝ Don’t shoot! I need her alive! ❞ a familiar voice ran along the clearing— it was him. Colonel Miles Quaritch was back from the dead and came back bigger, stronger and faster in the body of a na’vi—a species he hated with a passion. But how was that even possible? You wouldn’t stay to find out— you had to leave— to hide

❝ Get back here! ❞ He roared out, the sheer volume and grit of his voice caused the ends of your hairs to stand up. He launched himself to your pursuit, screaming out in rage. He was hot on your tail, commanding you stop running but it only caused you to pump your legs faster. Soon enough you heard him right behind you— you glanced back a mistake you realized as he ran at you in a primal way. Hands and feet— claws out for a grip against the terrain he pounced on you. ❝C’mere! ❞ You ducked out the way, barley missing his grasp but not without paying the price of your shirt being torn by his claws. You slammed yourself against a trunk barley missing his claws. You scrambled back to your feet leaving him in the dust.

❝ Stop running! ❞ he screamed out, ❝ you’re suppose to be with me— You’re mine— mine! ❞ Sharp canines gritted against each other and bared into a sneer, his brows were furrowed and yellow eyes were wide like saucers— he looked insane as if he submitted himself to his primal instincts. He was fixated on getting you; even going as far as his abandoning his gun— anything that slowed him down. A shaky sigh left his lips as he gripped the garment of your torn blouse— he inhaled deeply pressing it against his nose. He swears he could taste your scent on his tongue. It’s yours— and you’re here with him.

He exhaled shaky, pocketing the torn piece of clothing inside his pocket. He glanced back up finding you no where in his sight. His ears flattened against his skull, tail laying limp, ❝Don’t be mean now honey— ❞ his voice drawled out, the smirk wiping off his face seeing as there was no indication to where you could possibly be. He scouted out the area in a frenzy coming to a halt as a thud behind him makes him turn around in a swift. He rushes over to the sound pushing away the wildlife , ❝ Gotcha! ❞ his excitement died down when all he found was a small animal cowering in fear. He let out a hiss of frustration, tail whipping around as his anxiety clawed at him.

Panic rose as he searched every creek he could find— which way did you go? His frustration bubbled in his chest, ❝ If you don’t come out right now I swear I’ll paint that ass red and blue! ❞ He looked left and right, running in circles looking for any sign or indication to where you could possibly be. Meanwhile, you had ran as far as you could ending up near your shack. You stoped to catch your breath, heart beating against your chest in an erratic way. You bended over placing your hand on your knees— you had lost him for now. But what can you do before he catches up to you again? For how long can you evade his grasp? Leaving the island would be impossible. This was a hopeless scenario for you— there was no way to flee and running was the only option. You could hide in your shack but wouldn’t that be the first place they would check?

You couldn’t give up now, standing straight you began to plot your next move. Hiding was a no go— you need small places somewhere a na’vi can’t fit in. You could hear the distant scream of your name out in the woods, your head whipped to the sound. Tripping over your own steps you decided to push more distance away from him. You knew exactly where to go— you’ve known this island for years. He doesn’t, all that matters is making sure he doesn’t catch up to you before you get there. Soon enough you heard a branch break beside you— you don’t have time to register the force that impacted you.

You feel like you’re flying through the air— unable to grasp what’s going on. He’s grabbing you and wrestling you beneath him— a coarse laugh came from him, his canines glistened from the copious amount of times of running his tongue over them— unable to swallow his exceeding amount of saliva. His tail thumped behind him in excitement, ❝ I got you, sweetheart— you’re mine now ❞ his chuckles were hoarse, shoulders shaking as deep rumbles came within his chest.

He pressed his nose against the juncture of your nape, curling himself to your size. You froze— did he just sniff you? He’s panting, whole body trembling. ❝ You done teasing me? You and I have some unfinished business to get to. How about we finish that family that we started? Give the brat a couple of siblings while you and I get to be acquainted once again ❞ You shook your head frantically, the thought of having another child with him disgust you. Tears slid down your cheeks freely, you wanted to scream and cry out. This was a nightmare come to life. You let out a squeal as you felt his palm reach down and grabbed a handful of your ass, groping and squeezing the flesh. He rained down numerous kisses on your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh. You were frozen in place— He was terrifying, and too fucking big. His whole body encased yours. Quaritch looked at you, pupils blown wide—. Your attempts to trash away from his grip was useless against his strength and size. He was overwhelming— you could only see and feel him. Both of his massive biceps were placed beside you, lowering his chest towards back.

Back when he was human he always towered over you but now as a na’vi? He was huge— it was like you were his own personal human doll. You could hear shuffling behind you— you were manhandled as if you were nothing but cargo. You were face to face with him. His biceps kept you locked in his embrace, lowering himself towards you. He was starved for you— relishing every touch he could get from you. You however— we’re frightened and did everything possible to get away from his embrace. You wiggled and kicked helplessly under his strong grip— his arms tightened around you like a snake coiling around it’s prey. It only just hit how strong and big his was.

He hugged you even closer— if it was even possible to do so. Pressing your body against his, he let out a deep low moan making you let out a squeak as you felt his canines drag across your flesh. He leaned down again— seeing his face dip towards yours; you turned your face to the side avoiding his lips from touching yours. His lips skimmed over your cheeks— a low animalistic snarl escaped from him. His fingers dug into your jaws and wrenched your face to look back at him. ❝ You will not take this from me, girl— I have waited so long to have you ❞

His lips pressed against yours in a messy kiss, he pressed his tongue against your mouth. Claws prodding your jaw to open up as he swallowed your mouth whole. Tears streamed down your cheeks— He doesn’t get to have you— you weren’t his. You wish you could tell him this but all you can squeak out are muffled sobs. Quaritch was overjoyed— a sense of peace came flowing to him. You were back in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. Nothing can stop him now— not even the order he was given from his predecessor— you were meant to be his— human or na’vi doesn’t matter.

Your attempts to break away from the kiss were futile against his overwhelming strength. He deepened the kiss, tongue lashing at ever crook and crane he could find. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you felt his tongue slither down your throat. Your fist slammed against his chest seeing black dots prick at the corner of your vision. Feeling you go limp in his arms caused him to draw back from your mouth. His hold on you however remained— a string of saliva connected both of your lips. Face running red, you stared at him unable to fully wrap your head on just what happened

He stared back down at you, completely unfazed. As if this was the most natural thing to do ❝ What? Cat got your tongue, hmm Princess? ❞ , you shook your head to the side a couple of times; mumbling out incoherent words. His ears however managed to hear you every well, ❝ You’re not him— how are you even alive? You died— ❞ you babbled out— pawing against his chest pathetically, pushing and slapping with your weak strength. A mistake you were quick to realize as he slammed you back to the ground caging you in his arms, ❝ Just relax, princes I’ll explain it to ya— you see I’m a clone of that old man. He’s deceased— he was weak ❞ he hissed, ❝ I’m better— I’m stronger and I am going to take what is rightfully mine; starting with you ❞

Small wheezes came from you, you looked at him as if he was absurd ❝ I don’t belong to you— ❞ his fingers curled around your throat ❝ Watch it— clearly you’re attitude has been left unchecked for quite a long time. Don’t worry sweetheart, daddy will fix that ❞ His palm pressed against your back bringing you upwards to him, he coaxed you to his lap; tail wrapping around your arm. His palms groped your flesh, touching every place he could. His hands fiddled with your blouse, scrunching up the piece of fabric you called blouse tearing it off. You’re breast bounced from the impact— you curled inward to protect your modesty. His fingers itched to grab hold of your breast— lips curling up at your refusal. However, a static voice coming from his earpiece caused him to pause his actions. You couldnt catch what they were saying but you doubted it was anything good. His yellow eyes gleamed, ❝ Let’s get you back home— where you belong ❞

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characters — miles quaritch x female reader.

content w. — mature themes, dark romance, toxic behavior, blood, violence, character death(s), older man/younger woman, mentions of stalking, manipulation, unhealthy obsession, possession, sexual thoughts/fantasies, dark quaritch, abuse of power, nonconsensual touching, pet names, corruption kink &&. exhibitionism, unhealthy fixation, implications of overstimulation, masturbation, lolol smut!

small note — be aware that this is a dark fic.

WITH HIS HEAD DOWN . Quaritch was breathing heavily as he then took a moment to process everything , his uniform that was tidy and neat was now disheveled— his hair messed up as well. The Colonel needs more , a whole lot more than before , the hardened soldier sighed as he opened his eyes which was now half-lidded. Blinking a few times before gazing up at the wall with a unreadable expression , his mind went into a blurred tunnel for a few a second before remembering his girl. A soft blush formed on her face as if his scarred self wasn’t flushed enough. " Fucking hell , ( Name ). " A growl left his lips , it wasn’t a scowl— it was a lustful one. Quaritch shifted around and flickered his eyes down at the ground for once again. Shaking his head before leaning back on his leathered chair , thinking about you and only you.

His breath caught in his throat , he brought his hand up to grasp his red , sensitive cock which caused Quaritch to slip out a low hiss as he tilted his head further. " Fuck . . . " He huffed , his head tilting to the side as the Colonel’s thoughts were filled with you. Such an innocent girl— you were just begging for him , to be taken care of and spoiled rotten. The man adjust himself in his seat as those same fantasies of you flooded his mind once again , a deep blush appeared on his scarred face. You were just too innocent for a cruel world like Pandora and he wouldn’t hesitate to protect his sweetheart from those savages known as the Na’vi. You needed him and he knew it.

Sitting there in his office , his hand gripping onto the armrest that was attached to his leathered chair in a aggressive grasp as the other hand held onto his cock— Quaritch took a deep breath before his mind drifted back to you , his mind flooded with such fantasies. Ones that was kept for him to think about whenever he had the chance to , with his head tilted to the side , rested on the chair he was adjusted in— the Colonel kept on thinking about his sweetheart once again.

Just imagining how pretty you’d look laying on his desk , arching your back as he gripped onto those small hips. His face buried into that small cunt of yours as it drooled for his attention which he would gladly receive , toying with it as he began to eat you out as if you were his last meal. Listening to the sweet whines and moans leave those quivering lips that were swollen and puffy , hiccuping as Quaritch’s tongue would thrust inside your folds at a unforgivable pace.

The thought of having you near him was dangerous. But he loved it , and he wasn’t complaining at all.

Pinning you against the wall , nearby an area filled with people as he caresses the sensitive parts of your skin , leaving wet and sloppy kisses all over. Listening to those beautiful whines and whimpers leave your kissable lips— pleading and begging for him to stop. The Colonel loves being risky and having his pretty girl pinned down on the ground , ass up in the air as he takes you from behind. Taking the risk of being caught , Quaritch didn’t care if they were caught— he would remind those that you belong to him and him only. Making the prettiest sounds for him , crying and begging just drives him insane. Holding back the urge to just run into your quarters and take you right then and there but he knew that he had to be patient , waiting for the right moment to make his move on the pretty woman who would soon be his.

Without even realizing it , he slowly stroked himself. He lets out a raspy moan , his eyes shut tight as he began to pleasure himself once again. Feeling his cock twitch in response to his touch , with another grunt— his other hand gripped onto the armrest as he pumped his cock at a slow pace , wanting to take his time pleasing himself as he continued to think about you. Grunting and would sometimes moaning— babbling your name like it was a chant , he picked up the pace. Quaritch tilted his head down and gazed towards the mess he created after countless times of masturbating to you.

" Damnit , fuck fuck— ( Name ) . . . " He mumbled , squirming and shifting around his chair just a little before grasping onto his cock ever so slightly. Lifting up from the leathered chair of his as he leaned against the desk , taking a deep heavy breath for a moment. The Colonel began to thrust his hips and continued to fantasize about you once again , imagining how good and tight you would feel wrapped around him. Imagining those soft cries , babbling to him about how you can’t take it. Oh— but aren’t you a good girl ? You want to please him and make him happy ? He knows that for sure , so why not let daddy take care of his sweetheart. Want someone to take care of you and protect you for the rest of his life ? He’s the man you want and need.

Here he was , thrusting his hips. Deep growls and moans escaped his lips— rumbling through his chest , so close to cumming. Quaritch moved his hand a little for a moment , breathing heavily as he used his free hand to cover his mouth. Preventing more pornographic sounds— he wasn’t going to let anyone find out what he was doing. His hand soaked and covered in cum from countless amount of times of masturbating , beginning to desperately babbling your name over and over again. Panting hard as he kept thrusting his hips into his hand that grasped his cock tightly , his grip firm and gentle.

Softly gasping , his breath hitches , he slipped out another deep and raspy moan before cumming in his hand once again. His body shuddered , his other hand leaving his mouth and harshly gripping onto the edge of his desk. A deep sigh of relief escaped him , throwing his head back and facing the ceiling— breathing hard and heavily. Recovering from what just happened , sitting back down on his leathered chair while he continued to grasp his cock which started to loosen. Staring down at his hand that was covered with ropes of cum— a complete mess. Quaritch sighed and started calming down from his high before cleaning himself up and was on his way to find an excuse look for you.

mentions. @vonne-inc , @nervousd. — others who would like to be tagged in the next part of this fic , dm me and i’ll be sure to tag you.

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