Colonel Miles - Blog Posts

Drabble— Longing

→ Infatuation | m.list

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Before setting fire to the hooches, Quaritch had decided to pay your little hut a visit. He was curious as to how you lived— eager to know more about you. There was clothing scattered around along with trinkets. A picture frame of you and Grace along with other science pukes posing for a picture. He took his time in tinkering with random objects that caught his curiosity— ornaments scattered here and there. It was homey— decorated just the way you like it. He inhaled softly, eyes hazing as your smell comforted his tense muscles. He sluggishly went over to your makeshift bed; it dipped under his weight as he sat down.

His fingers dragged along the fabric, rubbing it between his fingers. He gripped the garment tighter, pressing his nose against the fabric. It smelled just like you— he clung onto the fabric tighter; wrapping it around his body. It was as if you were embracing him. Just like how you used to— wrapping your arms around him and whispering sweet words in his ear. Tracing his scar with soft caresses— he stands up abruptly, chest heaving and heart thumping. His tail slapped numerous items to the ground as he pawed aimlessly at a pile of dirty clothes in your hamper.

His hands moved to their own accord— finding socks, shirts, bras and underwear. He snatched the clothes up smashing them against his face. He inhaled aggressively, his muzzle pressed against your soiled underwear. A low groan escaped his lips— tongue dragging across its surface. He could taste the tangy taste of your cunt on his tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head— saliva coating the fabric as he continued to suck on the piece of cloth. It wasn’t enough for him— but not to panic. Now that he has you waiting patiently for him back in his room where he ordered you to be placed; he’ll finally have a proper taste of you.

He dragged the pile towards the mattress, spreading the clothes across the bed. He laid down on the pile, nuzzling the clothing with the tip of his nose. He reached down grabbing his cock, lewdly squeezing the protruding bulge. He groaned in relief, his cock was swollen and desparte for much needed attention—without hesitance he shoved his palms down his pants; wrapping his hands around his length. With your panties shoved against his face his imagination runs wild. Short snippets of memories of your whorish moans come to mind— you sprawled on his bed with your legs spread out and him feasting on your drooling cunt.

His fingers pressed on the bulbous tip of his cock, pre-cum leaking out. His hips thrusted up, frantic to get any sort of friction he could get. His eyes rolled to the back of his head— ❝ shit— sweetheart, you’re driving me crazy ❞ he moaned out your name. He stroked himself with fervor, picturing you on top of him and riding his cock desperately like the good slut he knows you are. His hips stutter as he neared his high, lost in the intoxication of his desires for you. He wonders just how much your cunt can take— would you squeal and whine? Whine about how big his cock is? Push against his shoulders as you wiggle beneath him hoping for any mercy he can give— would you get drunk on cock— babbling nonsense as you go stupid. Fuck— what he would give to see you fall apart on his dick. Would he take you face down ass up? Mewling and whimpering as he bullies his cock into your cunt

He stroked himself with fervor, picturing you going stupid on him— having the full advantage to use you like a flesh light. His own personal hole for him to fuck— his teeth clenched down; eyes rolling to the back of his skull. He couldn’t cum now— not with his balls swollen and full of cum. He couldn’t waste his seed on his hands— his breath was labored as he released his cock from his grip. Not yet— not when he has access to your body, he’ll make sure to fill you up. He could picture it— your cunt messy and swollen, filled with cum— hell maybe you’ll pop another kid for him.

His hands trailed lower towards his swollen balls, fondling them with care as he imagined you on your knees; basking his balls with your tongue. He released a deap, grutal groan from his lips. Drool leaking at the corner of your lips with tears glistening in your eyes— messy— just how he likes it. He shudders at the thought— a wave of lust washes over him. He quickly gathers himself, shoving a couple of panties inside his pockets. He’ll have you soon— real soon

→ Tag List

@mechformers | @the-hufflebird-girl | @winxschester | @onlyreadz | @that-v03 | @dathomirian4 | @weasleytwinwheezes | @gatorgirl151 | @gryffinclawstuff | @drunkscientists | @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed | @misscaller06 | @dyingofcookies | @ornnhub | @blueberryera | @xoxotorri | @neytirisslave | @zeryodos | @gretesstuff | @netherklutz | @igakc | @whyyouhatemeeetmblr | @cavvedinn | @ok-boke | @avatarloversblog | @personaldemons-stuff | @buttercandy16 | @numarusworld | @smayhem | @heythere-06 | @sweetirilly | @starstruck-cowboy | @ducks118 | @neteyamsluvts | @anoungsoneandonly | @loveforfandomsstuff | @babyduk213 | @violilaqrs | @n4rcisst1cpers0nal1tyd1sorder

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

Side story— Unexpected

→ Infatuation | m.list

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

#SYNOPSIS- an unexpected outcome happens

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of babytrapping, talks of abortion, implications of noncon/dubcon, unwanted pregnancy, talks of miscarriage, implications of physical abuse, talks of death(?), older man/younger woman, obsession, possessive, yandere, implications of platonic yandere

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

❝ Fuck— Fuck! ❞ countless items were scattered across the floor, you threw everything that was near— a vase with nice decorated flowers gifted by the man that had brought you down to situation. Clothes that were gifted by him— accessories that he gifted you. Your voice grew louder, pulse racing and breath labored— your muscles were tensed as you could feel your blood boiling. With nothing else near your reach you were left restlessly

Your fingers fidgeted, restless to distract your attention somewhere else. The taunting thin blue lines however seemed to be mocking you. Numerous pregnancy test were scattered across the floor, they weren’t easy to get either— your fingers crept up towards your hair pulling at the rots. You aren’t ready to be a mother— to have a child. Tears welled up in frustration— this wasn’t possible. You were careful— you were sure of it. Had taken the morning after pill religiously— even if you were reassured that a condom would be used. An ugly expression crept up your face, your fingers balled into a fist and slammed them down on the cement.

A profanity of curses escaped past your lips, ❝ That damn dog— That Bastard! ❞ it was no secret who the father of your unborn child is— or rather clump of cells. There was still time— to get rid of it. As cruel as it sounds it was reasonable wasn’t it? How can you bring a child into such a cruel world? This was no life and neither was earth. How can you even be pregnant? As much as you wanted to delude yourself into thinking all the pregnancy test were false there was no denying the truth. The morning sickness and lack of period was enough confirmation for you.

But even then— none of this made sense. You couldn’t be pregnant, you were careful— too careful. Hell maybe you could even call yourself paranoid. The Colonel— no Miles had done something. He had begun to act oddly one day. You knew him well— too well. He was up to something— at one point you had devised a plan to find out. Much to your horror— Miles had began dreaming of building a family with you. He whispered his desires and dreams when he thought you were asleep, hand caressing your stomach. You laid wide awake that night, unable to sleep. And now here you are pregnant— what a fuckin coincidence isn’t it? He did something— he is the reason why you were pregnant.

You held no feelings for this man— couldn’t even bear to think of having a child with him. You despised him— but there was a perk to this unique relationship with him. You would use his affections not only for you benefit but for the avatar program as well. If all you had to do was batt your eyelashes at him or whispering sweet nothings into his ear, you can get him to consent to a small favor for you— of course they were never small. There were even talks of regaining peace with the na’vi when the destruction and attacks were cut down by the RDA. So what if you were using him? In the end you were that one that was fulfilling his never ending lust.

You had relatively managed to clam yourself down, the pregnancy test weren’t false nor were they wrong. You were pregnant— that is a fact. Not once had you missed taking the pill— so how could this happen? Unless the pills were fake. You scrambled towards your room, searching aimlessly for the bottle of pills. Popping the cap bottle, the pills scattered across the floor. You analyzed each of the pills, nothing seemed wrong with them. Until the sweet sugary smell met your nose— they were placebos. They didn’t crumble with the slightest touch of pressure unless there was force applied. Sugar pills— they were sugar pills. You’ve been eating sugar pills for months.

Anger bubbled within your chest, how have you not noticed you’ve been eating sugar pills for months? You were an idiot— a fool— You had asked Miles for the pills seeing as you had no other way to get them. But for how long have you been a fool in his eyes? You trusted him— you never thought he would do something as vile as this. Either way, what’s done is done. There is no way to get out of this situation. It would be impossible to terminate this pregnancy— sure there were doctors stationed here in Pandora but they weren’t the type of doctor you needed. God knows they don’t have the necessary equipment either. Abortion isn’t possible— a miscarriage is possible but even than such a feat would be dangerous.

Tears blurred your vision, there was no way out of this scenario. You were stuck— and you refused to even entertain the thought of going to Miles. If anything he would be ecstatic of the news. It’s what he wanted— and he got it. He wanted a family and it’s now possible— he wants to be father. He is going to be father. But you can rob him of that experience— you can rob him of being present. And with that in mind you had decided there and than you would leave.

It wasn’t going to be easy— not with soldiers stationed at every corner of the building, being kept under his watchful eye was difficult to get out of. But that wouldn’t stop you from packing your bags. With your mind made up you had decided to flee— Grace was going to meet you at Site 26. But to get there you would need a chopper. Thankfully— Trudy had taken pity on your situation. She was someone you often confided in and was quick to realize the true colors of your relationship with the Colonel. Often— she would help in hiding you; away from his leering gaze. You were grateful for her help— knowing once the colonel caught wind of what you had done— and what she had done a punishment would be laid out for her ‘ insubordination ‘

Grace had welcomed you with open arms, ushering you inside as she rambled about her latest data collection. The place was in shambles to say the least— papers scattered across the floor and counters— it was Grace’s way of coping through her grief. Her wound was still fresh— unable to accepted what happened— the school was attacked by the RDA— ultimately resulting in the death of na’vi children. It was a difficult time for Grace— while you held no bonds with the na’vi you were still sympathetic towards them. But alas earth was dying and in need of resources fast— it was crue but it was to be done.

You settled down rather quickly, enjoying the beautiful scenery and the comforting presence Grace offered. You told her of your troubles; finding it difficult to keep it a secret. She was furious to say the least— insulted him with every curse she knew. A part of you was was overjoyed to see you weren’t alone in this situation; you had someone by your side — a part of you resented her for it after all none of this would of happened if it wasn’t for her

And she knew that— why else would she be so kind? The days had gone by quick— they were peaceful on your part. Morning sickness was a pain to get through— it left you exhausted and unable to cope with any other type of food that had a strong odor.

—

But the peace wouldn’t last for long— a chopper had landed near the site, a group of soldiers came rushing in with none other than Colonel Miles Quaritch leading his group of men. He had a mean look on his face, he stormed in; slamming doors against the walls. Grace was quick to stand up to your defense, a bubble of anger churning in her stomach. She despised him— oh how she hated him. She didn’t hold back on her curses, calling him every single profanity she could. She did anything to distract him from you— it’s the least she could

She was detained by his group of men, yelling her to calm down as she struggled against their cuffs. They dragged her off towards the chopper claiming Parker wanted to have a word with her due to her ‘ negligence’ You were alone now— with no one to protect you from the terrifying beast. A brief silence washed over, he kissed his teeth in annoyance ❝Found you— had me runnin’ around the base lookin for you ❞ his voice drawled out ❝— so, you what? Decided to run? Didn’t exactly think this through did you, Princess? ❞ his steps were menacing as he loomed over you. He cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbone— an act of affection you were familiarized with. He gently coaxed your eyes to look up and meet his own— he looked relieved.

His other palm slid up your waist tugging you towards him. He tucked you underneath his chin, pressing against you— as if he was trying to mold your body to his. He relaxes for a brief moment of time, only able to calm himself feeling your warmth pressed up against his chest. His muscles loosen, eyes hazing; he wonders how things came to be like this— how he became like this. If you weren’t so supple and sweet— if you didn’t fit perfectly against him and make the prettiest of sounds for him— it wouldn’t of come to this. For a long time, there was a silence between you two. Then, he smiled, pearly white teeth shown, ❝ You know, for a while I thought it wasn’t gonna take, seeing as how many times my seed never took— but imagine my surprise when I find out you’re expecting— expecting my kid. My son— you didn’t exactly make it hard to find out ❞

His fingers pressed against your skin— bruising, almost, ❝you’re being an irresponsible mother to our son ❞ he hissed through his clenched teeth. ❝ Taken my son away from me— from his father ❞ You’re body trembled beneath his brushing holding, Miles notices it immediately; eyes softening in response. He releases a sigh; wary and tired— exhausted. A remorseful look crossed his face— but only a second; back to a stern cold look. He directly looks toward your protruding belly, his hand caresses your small bump— you have the urge to slap his hand away; to scream and yell. Do anything in your power to cause him harm, ❝ Things are going to change— starting with your attitude ❞

→ Tag List

@mechformers | @the-hufflebird-girl | @winxschester | @onlyreadz | @that-v03 | @dathomirian4 | @weasleytwinwheezes | @gatorgirl151 | @gryffinclawstuff | @drunkscientists | @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed | @misscaller06 | @dyingofcookies | @ornnhub | @blueberryera| @xoxotorri | @neytirisslave | @zeryodos | @gretesstuff | @netherklutz | @igakc | @whyyouhatemeeetmblr | @cavvedinn | @ok-boke | @avatarloversblog | @personaldemons-stuff | @buttercandy16 | @numarusworld | @smayhem | @heythere-06 | @sweetirilly | @starstruck-cowboy | @ducks118 | @neteyamsluvts | @anoungsoneandonly | @loveforfandomsstuff

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

Side Story— Punishment

→ Infatuation | m.list

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

#SYNOPSIS— you’ve ignored a direct order from Quaritch.

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon/noncon, smut, older man/younger woman, age gap, voyeurism(?) spanking, pussy spanking,

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You teeth gnawed at your lip, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. Your hair was tussled and tangled from the harsh yank you received from the Colonel. It was to your displeasure that Quaritch had found out you were planning to leave with the science pukes. He had specifically told you, under no circumstances would you go. A direct order from him— and you deliberately went against him. You quieted down your sobs, breath hitching as you gazed up at him. His icy blue gaze pierced through your soul, a swirl of emotions in them. He was disappointed in you— he was furious to keep seeing you choose others instead of him.

Wasn’t he kind to you? Wasn’t he wonderful to you? He used his own rank to give you but the best of things, oh you wanted steak for dinner? He would order it for you, oh you wanted a nice silk blouse? He would provided it for you. He did everything for you. And yet you do things like these— actions that go against him. But nothing he won’t able to straighten up, you needed a firm hand to keep you in your place. It was the only way you would learn.

His eyes narrowed, he would be lying if he said you weren’t a pretty sight. Puffy swollen lips, flushed face and bright doe glistening eyes, Oh— and the cherry on top? Your blouse ripped and strained from his prowess. A reminder of his brutal strength and the power he had over you. He gripped onto your forearm dragging you towards his desk uncaring of your unbalanced steps. He slammed you down, pressing a flat palm on your back.

❝ Quaritch please— ❞ your begging had gone ignored, he refused to even entertain your pathetic cries. He won’t be swayed by your begging or whimpering; if anything it might just make his cock hard but it certainly won’t get you out of this punishment. ❝ Not another word you brat— not a single word ❞ he hissed through clenched teeth. You struggled against his grasp but not once did he budge. ❝ Quaritch! ❞ you pleaded, hiccuping as you felt his hands wander down toward your ass. With a firm grip on your skirt he brought down the fabric ❝ You wanted to act like brat? You’ll be treated like a brat ❞

His hands groped your flesh, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb ❝ It’s my fault really— spoiled you too much. But don’t worry, daddy will fix that attitude of yours ❞ He left a quick pat on your ass, fingers fumbling with his belt. A wave of dread washed over you, the clinking of a belt buckle unlatching was the only residing sound. ❝ No!— Stop— Stop! Don’t you dare!— ❞ SMACK-! You let out a cry of pain feeling the sting of leather land painfully on your ass. The pain had shot up your spine, your legs kicking helplessly.

Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, SMACK-! Your body jolted forward another cry of pain leaving your lips. The leather rested where it had landed— a threat. Your body racked with sobs as you continued to wail in pain. You struggled against him trying to slip away from his painful grip ❝ Quit yer’ moving!— damnit! ❞ the belt slipped from his fingers adding further damage to his anger. Curling his lips up into a snarl, he reared his hand back landing a painful hit on your ass. The force caused the flesh of your ass to ripple from the impact. You screamed out in pain, another batch of fresh tears bursting from your eyes. Your ass felt like it was on fire and Quaritch showed no signs of letting up. Humiliation and shame washed over you, you’ve never expected to be punished like a child

His cruelty knew no bounds, he would deliberately target the same spot he’s hit over and over again; refusing to wait for the throbbing pain to die down before he struck again. ❝Please—Stop quaritch! It hurts—! ❞ His wicked assaults continued, ❝Maybe next time you’ll think your actions through— ❞ He spat out in frustration, landing another painful smack on your ass. Your body wracked with an onslaught of tears and sobs. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout the room. His hands were brutal as they hit your reddening cheeks again and again. You screamed and sobbed out in pain, unable to restrain yourself from begging him to stop. To please— stop He ignored your chocked up cries.

The faintest ghost of a cruel smile touched his lips, he enjoyed hearing your pitiful cries. Quaritch took a step back, gazing at the appreciated sight in front of him. His pretty girl bent over with fresh markings decorating your ass. His eyes narrowed dangerously, eyeing the way your feet shuffle uncomfortably. Unaware of the proactive view you’re giving him, your hips jerked in surprise feeling his fingers creep closer to your cunt. Your breath hitched, hips wiggling to stray from his touch. You shook like a leaf dreading what’s to come ❝ Quaritch ❞ you cried out, ❝ please, don’t ❞

His fingers pressed against your covered cunt, his thumb circled your weeping hole. Quaritch sucked in a breath, pleasantly surprised to feel your cunt dripping. Poor thing— it was begging to be touched, to be full of him. SMACK—! He landed a solid hit on your clit, your thighs buckled unexpectedly. A sob tore through your throat as your body trembled in agony. He drew his hand back— ❝ Colonel? It’s me Corporal Wainfleet, Parker wants to have a word with you ❞ Paying no mind to the continuous knocking on his door, Quaritch pulled aside your underwear; ❝ Colonel? ❞ the knocking continued. His fingers brushed against your clit, rolling it between his fingers even going as far as pinching it cruelly.

❝ Colonel? ❞ The knocking continue, progressing onto louder bangs. Quaritch let out a ‘tsk’ annoyed that he was being interrupted. Scowling, he drew his hand leaving you weeping cunt drooling for attention. Amongst your small pitiful cries you could hear Quaritch getting annoyed by Lyles persistent in going to see Parker. It didn’t take long to convince him to go, implicating that Parker was ready to unleash another tantrum when things weren’t going right. The door was slammed shut, Quaritch was gone leaving you alone in his office. You sniffled through your tears, body trembling as pain coursed throughout your body.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to stand up on your shaking legs, residing to staying still on the desk. You don’t know how long you stayed like that— seconds, minutes— maybe hours but in the end you were left to your own devices, choosing to wallow in your humiliation.

→ Tag List

@mechformers | @the-hufflebird-girl | @winxschester | @onlyreadz | @that-v03 | @dathomirian4 | @weasleytwinwheezes | @gatorgirl151 | @gryffinclawstuff | @drunkscientists | @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed | @misscaller06 | @dyingofcookies | @ornnhub | @blueberryera | @xoxotorri | @neytirisslave | @zeryodos | @gretesstuff | @netherklutz | @igakc | @whyyouhatemeeetmblr | @cavvedinn | @ok-boke | @avatarloversblog | @personaldemons-stuff | @buttercandy16

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

Side Story— Decisions

→ Infatuation | m.list

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

#SYNOPSIS— the avatar program is getting their funds cut by Quaritch influencing Parker. You’re the saving grace they need

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon, smut, overstimulation, cunnilingus, panty sniffing(?) sniffing kink(?) older man/younger woman, age gap

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

❝ You see— you see, I mean they’re just pissing on us without even the courtesy of informing us sooner— I’m going to Selfridge ❞ Grace’s outburst we’re to be expected. Once again, Selfridge had cut the resources and money flowing into the avatar program. He claimed spending too many resources on a program that’s failing is a waste of money. Rather— they’ll be using those resources on their military seeing as how the savages have gotten hostile.

But it was all a bunch of nonsense— Quaritch was the one doing this. He was manipulating Selfridge into cutting the funds for the program, he demanded that his men needed more weapons. How the avatar program wasn’t helping them at all— it was just a puppeteer show meant for laughs. Selfridge being the moron he is agreed to Quaritch demands.

Not a second later, Grace returned with cheeks bright red. She fumed, ❝ The nerve of him! How could he do this us?! ❞ She went off to rant about his corporate butt claiming his idiocy will be the ruin for us. ❞ It’s all because of Quaritch sticking his nose into my program— ❞ Grace huffed, digging the sides of her lab coat looking for her pack of cigarettes. ❝ Where are my cigarettes? Where are my goddamn cigarettes? ❞ You hurried to her, handing her a cigarette. She blew the cloud of smoke, relief filling her body. You coughed, wincing at the smell ❝ Sorry kid ❞

After years of working for her, you politely replied with a smile, knowing what to expect from her antics. Max coughed into his hands, avoiding eye contact with Grace, ❝ Well maybe we can work something out with the Colonel? ❞ Grace scoffed, ❝ He’s a happy trigger moron! What can we do to persuade him!?Nothing—! ❞ Her words trailed off as they landed on you.

It was only till later that you caught the meaning of her gaze. Your breath hitched at the back of your throat, it was no secret to anyone that the Colonel had his eye on you. ❝Grace no— we can’t do that to her ❞ Max tried reasoning with her, standing up for your sake. Grace nodded, shaking her head ❝Right— I’m sorry kid. I won’t— ❞ her words trailed off as she took another drag from her cigarette. ❝ What about her? What can she do? ❞ The stillness in the atmosphere was broken by the curiosity laced in Jakes voice. ❝ Right I forgot you’re new here so you wouldn’t know. The Head of Security has a thing for our secretary ❞

Jake stayed quiet,processing the new information. He hesitated, a blank emotionless expression crossed over his face the relaxation of an idea presenting itself to him ❝ If she can— can you? Would you be willing to do it? Please— we can’t have them cutting our budget ❞ Grace voice bellowed ❝Jake! You can’t ask her to do such a thing! ❞ Jake let out a scoff, ❝ It’s our only chance doc, if she can persuade the Colonel he can convince Selfridge to give us back our funding. It’s our only shot! ❞ They spat out arguments between each other, shouting and screaming as they bickered back and forth.

A terrible weight laid on your shoulders, would you be willing to do this? For them? Would you be willing to do this to to yourself? To be at his mercy? You dreaded doing such a thing but for them? Anything for them— ❝ I’ll do it ❞ you replied, voice breaking as you spoke. Their endless quarreling stopped, they looked at you in disbelief. You covered your face with shaking hands, looking up at all three of them. You flashed them a half-smile ❝I’ll convince Quaritch to put in a word to Selfridge for us ❞ Without waiting for any other remarks you turned on your heel.

Several long strides brought you to his office, you let out a shaky breath. Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you exhaled; releasing some of the tension that settled on your shoulders. You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the confirmation to walk in. A muffled sound from behind the door was enough clearance for you. The unmistakable creaking of the hinges of his door was loud enough to announce your presence.

There Quaritch was scribbling on documents, pausing his actions his head shifted to your direction. He flashed you a grin, a sudden sickening sensation coursed throughout your body. ❝ Well looky here— ❞ his voice drawled out, grutal and raspy. His eyes remained fixated on you, taking in the sight like a sponge soaking up water. He himself won’t admit it— but he was pleasantly thrilled to have you coming to him. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement ❝ I would done this much sooner if I had known that threatening the puppeteer program would lead you to come to me— you surely took your time. Not that I’m complaining ❞

Several long strides brought him to you. ❝ I needed a distraction and with you coming to me with those glassy eyes of yours— well it sure gives me something to think about ❞ His hand came up to caress your cheek, brushing gently against the corner of your eye wiping a stray tear. Your breath hitched, wide eyes gazing up at him. The gears in your head clicked together, was this all planned out? Did he know you would come to him? Your lip trembled, throat clogging up as you tried to find the words to say ❝ Convince Selfridge to bring back the funding ❞ Quaritch quirked up his eyebrows, ❝ I can do that but what’s in it for me?❞

You sniffled quietly, a solemn tear cascading down your cheek. With shaky limbs you clutched onto his hand, pressing your face against it ❝ Whatever you want, I’m sure I can satisfy it❞ With the way the Colonel's lips curled up and his eyes crinkled in delight, it was clear that he understood the meaning in your words. He’s been waiting to hear those words from you since forever— nothing but a dream come true. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement, ❝ I have a few things in mind ❞

His fingers tangled in your hair, giving a harsh tug at your roots. You cried out in pain ❝ Don’t make me wait ❞ his lips brushed against yours. Your hands shook as you cradled his jaw in your hands, you leaned forward pressing your lips against his. He kissed back with fever, insatiable and unable to get enough. A nip on your lip was enough to grant a gasp from you. He took the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside. You whined against him, hands pushing against his chest. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he deepened the kiss.

You squirmed in his hold, having lost the rhythm to the kiss. His greedy hands slid along your hip, tracing the curve as he groped your skin. Even as you pulled back from his kiss the hand clasped behind your neck brought you back to him. ❝ no more❞ you whispered breathlessly against his lips. He ignored your pleas, his mouth forming a scowl. He was clearly displeased with your hesitance towards him. You came to him, pleading— begging. And with that sweet voice of yours? Whimpering and whining— Quaritch sighed, kisses coming out sloppy and frantic than the previous kisses.

Batting your eyelashes with watered eyes, offering yourself to him. So who was he to refuse? He’ll take everything you have to offer and more. He won’t have you backing off from this proposition. He can’t— he won’t. His hold on you tightens, arms strong in their hold. The thought alone of letting you leave his embrace had his mind in shambles. You were finally in his grasp, where he wanted you. He whispered your name between kisses, trailing them down your neck. You whined, turning your head away from him, whimpering as you pushed against his chest having had enough of his frantic kissing.

He pressed himself against your body, snapping his hips upwards to get any sort of fiction. His chest rumbled as he mouthed your neck leaving trials of wet kisses. He dove back to yours lips, ravishing you with kiss after kiss; sneaking his tongue inside. His tongue wrapped around yours, groaning in delight to feel you kissing him back with the same fever. He pulled back from the kiss, tongue swiping over his lips. He showed his delight in an obvious way, fingers ghosting over your skin before clasping his hand against yours. He pressed his cheekbone to your open palm, giving a quick kiss to your wrist.

It was odd to see the sudden affection he gave you— quite the contrary you didn’t expect such an action to come from him. It was soothing in a way— to see he’s not just another muscled brute. It was sudden, the way his hands slid underneath your thighs picking you up. You yelped, surprised by his movements; clinging onto his broad shoulders. He settled himself on his chair, placing you on his desk. Papers and folders scattered across the floor from the impact. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His rough calloused hands caught hold of your thighs. Spreading them apart eagerly, his fingers pressed deep into your skin. His sudden actions caused you to fall back from the table, leaving yourself bare to him. You’re cheeks flushed in embarrassment, thighs snapping back together. The colonel scoffed, fingers pinching your skin. ❝ Now that won’t do— Spread em ❞ Tears raced down your cheek, humiliated and distraught by the actions you would be forced to do. You spread your legs, open and inviting towards the older male.

He tossed your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face in your covered cunt. You whined in embarrassment, heart pounding against your chest. He rubbed his cheek against your inner thigh, giving a quick nip to your skin. His fingers crept up towards the dip of your hips, pulling off your panties. He snagged them in his hand pocketing them. You freeze, tears streaming down your cheeks. His hands slid underneath your knee spreading your legs wide apart.

His tongue swiped over his lips, greedily staring at your uncovered cunt. ❝ look at you, all pretty and wet. Just for me right? Yeah— just for me ❞ His fingers prodded your wet cunt, cooing at the slickness you were producing. Silky soft and tight like a vice— promising pleasure. A needy minx— you were just asking for it weren’t you? He peppered your cunt with open mouthed kisses, tongue lapping up your slick. You shuffled in discomfort inching away from him slowly. But to your displeasure he had noticed your little scheme. His hands instantly dipped towards your ass, pulling you forward to his pleasure. The sudden shift in movement nearly caused you to fall, your back arched uncomfortable; heels digging onto his broad back.

Quaritch clenched his jaw, pursing his lips in annoyance. Why did you have to be so much trouble? Why do you make this difficult? A good spanking is ought to tame that attitude of yours. His hand came down to strike on the outside of your thigh, a scream erupting from your throat from the sudden impact. ❝ Behave or the deal is off and we wouldn’t want that do we? ❞ Your eyes scrunched up, lip trembling with distraught. It wasn’t pleasurable— nothing about this was pleasurable. Your stomach seemed to rise to your throat, threatening to spill all over. But you had to hold it in, this was the deal. He got what he wanted and you get what you wanted. It was fair— part of the deal.

Quaritch nearly moaned at the taste of your flavor bursting into his tastebuds. Had he known you would of tasted this damn good he would of resulted in other methods to get you in his arms sooner. He should of transferred you to his department— kept you naked in his dorm for his pleasure. Easy access to your bare pussy, keep you there forever. His own personal cocksleeve— He would take the time to savor you— not like this. This was different, this was a quick fix he needed. He needed to take now— he can’t have you backing out. Once he’s done with you— oh you’ll be back. Begging for more— He plunged back into your wet cunt, grip tightening as your squirmed from his ministrations. His nose bumped repeatedly against your clit, tongue dragging across your folds.

You bit your lip, trying to stay silent— but atlast his tongue plunged into your hole suddenly causing you to clamp your thighs on his head. Your hands tugging onto his hair as he sloppily ate you out. Everything was overwhelming— with the way his tongue is lapping up everything you have to offer. Low groans came from within his chest, rumbling in the pleasant taste your cunt provided him with. His blue eyes seemed to glaze over as his actions become more vigorous and intense. The slurping sounds coming from his actions we’re nearly pornographic— the way his tongue kept on thrusting and lapping caused the coil in your stomach to snap. You gasped letting out a loud moan, back arching off the desk as you squealed as he continued to nip and suck

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined pathetically. Quaritch let out a chuckle, he wanted nothing more but to coax those cute moans out of you, see your overstimulated puffy cunt drooling for attention. His thumbs spread your cunt, eyeing your fluttering hole. A needy thing he mused. You were begging to be filled up nicely and who was he to deny you that pleasure? To deny himself? ❝God— you taste good ❞ His eyes rolled to the back of his head, swollen lips and nose covered in your slick— god you tasted divine— he wants more. Quaritch pulled you closer by the hips, tongue swirling around your clit. You whined, chest arching from the sheer pleasure he’s giving you. You’ve already cummed once— you can’t handle another one. You squirmed in his hold, hips thrusting up, sideways— anything to be away from his mouth. It’s too much— his mouth, his tongue against your cunt sends you into fits of sobs.

Quaritch scowled, arms clamping over your thighs to cease your struggling ❝ One more— just one more sweetheart ❞ he runs his tongue on the hood of your clit, groaning in response. You wince, screaming out his name, Quaritch peers up at you not bothering to halt in his ministrations. He was drunk off your screams— taste and the breathy moans you would let out.

When he does eventually stop with torturing you, your met with him between your thighs with his chin dripping in your slick. Your eyes fill with tears before he dips his head, tongue lapping up your overstimulated cunt. He doesn’t let up until your cumming, wailing for him. He leaned back, gazing at the mess he made. Your fluttering hole clenched around nothing, puffy and swollen from his relentless attack on your cunt. He wanted nothing more but to fill you up with his cock— but not now. He’ll save that moment for another day, get you nice and prepped just for him. Make it romantic— candles and petals scattered. His mouth curled up at the corner of his lips, yeah you’ll like that won’t you?

With one last kiss on the tip of your clit, Quaritch gave your outer thigh a firm slap. ❝ That wasn’t so bad now was it? No— you enjoyed it didn’t you? That’s my good girl ❞ He cooed mockingly—sickeningly. His gaze traveled to your eyes where he was met with pouting lips and tear stained cheeks. Chest heaving drawing attention to your bust — he’ll have his own fun with them soon. You were far too godamn pretty to let go off— His throat bobbed— cock twitching in his pants. On second thought maybe you can handle a couple of rounds more.

→ Tag list

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

Would anyone else like to be tagged on the side stories?

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

Chapter One — Reminiscence

→ Infatuation | m.list

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

#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

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

❝ 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— ❞

→ Tag List

@mechformers | @the-hufflebird-girl | @winxschester | @onlyreadz | @that-v03 | @dathomirian4 | @weasleytwinwheezes | @gatorgirl151 | @gryffinclawstuff | @drunkscientists

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

ACCEPTING HIM AS YOUR LOVER

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

|| SHORT DRABBLE ||

#SYNOPSIS— continuation of Quaritch obsessing over his ex lover

#WARNING(S)— implications of forced relationship, dark quaritch, yandere

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Colonel Miles Quaritch

To accept him was difficult— strenuous even. He was stubborn and resilient. Fueled by his desire to call you his. He was difficult to ignore, to pass him off as a stranger. He wasn’t— everything he did was a reminiscence to the original Miles Quaritch. The way he would smile with a cocky grin on his face. The way his eyes would light up when he would see you, saunter towards you with confidence in his steps.

Ever small thing he did reminded you of your past lover. The very man you once loved and cherished. It was difficult to be around him— painful even. It felt like you were betraying your past lover. As if you were replacing him with his clone— but there wasn’t much of a choice. He was always around you not once leaving you out of his sight. Hovering over you, snapping at other passerby’s. So you’ve come to terms with him, he is not the man you once loved but he is someone that you can grow to love. But it still felt wrong— as if you were trying to forget your old lover and substitute him for his clone.

But you couldn’t help it. He was once the man you loved. Quaritch however interpreted this as you growing accustomed to him— finally accepting him for he is. He was ecstatic to see an improvement. His efforts towards you weren’t going to waste— you’re accepting his presence rather than scurrying off to who knows where. He took it as a good sign— and so did his advances towards you continued. He pursued you without hesitance, showed off his new abilities to impress you.

He was alike to a lost puppy trialing after you, wanting your attention on him— solemnly on him. He would snarl and hiss at the others, tail lashing behind him like a feral cat. It was cute— in a way. Admittingly odd and surprisingly very different from his predecessor. He would purr when affection was granted to him. Overjoyed like a child, tail slapping against the ground.