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i planned for One-Sided to come maybe 1-2 weeks ago but I'm giving her so much character for like her background "chapter" before the actual books starts and like its crazy of what I've came up with like this can take like another week if i keep going

Oooooo— it’s alright! Let your imagination run wild, sometimes giving a character a detailed background really lets the story run smoother! Take your time :))!

BEING HIS BETROTHED

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

#SYNOPSIS— being the betrothed of ao’nung isn’t easy. What happens if he finds out a forest boy caught your attention?

#WARNING(S)— jealousy, possessiveness, implications of unrequited love, yandere(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— ao’nung, Neteyam

An agreement between two prominent families promised their children to become lifelong mates. Thus you were betrothed to ao’nung since you were a child. Raised alongside each other, ao’nung had understood the role he was born with. He grasped onto these truths quicker than you did. You were to be his mate, the mother of his children, his future Tsahik. He had accepted that. Overjoyed even— he was thrilled to have you as his mate. He boasted about it to anyone he would encounter. How gorgeous you were— how kind and how perfect you are to him. The perfect mated couple.

But such expectations were burdening on your shoulder. To being the perfect match was to also being the perfect Tsahik for the clan. Every choice was judged by others— if you were far too childish, far too mature etc. It was tiring— draining even. At one point you began to resent Ao’nung. It was his fault— all these burdens on your shoulder were because of him.

Your life was planned out because of this betrothed. It was dull and boring— however that all changed when an Omatikaya family had landed on the beach asking for uturu. By the orders of the Olo’eyktan they were to be accepted like one of the people. To teach them the ways of the metkayina— you were tasked to teach the family of Toruk Makto. Unlike your betrothed you were ecstatic to teach them. It wasn’t every day you would personally teach the family of Toruk Makto.

You had gotten close with the oldest sully boy— Neteyam. He was different— he was kind, and oh— he was wonderful. You had grown to harbor a crush on the boy, likewise he held feelings for you. There was no use in hiding your feelings for each other when they were clear as the ocean. Obvious to anyone with eyes— with the way you both looked at each other. You would giggle at his remarks, batting your eyelashes at him, sneaking off at midnight to meet him in secret. But no matter how secretive the two of you were, someone was bound to notice. It was Ao’nung, he was skeptical with the relationship you had with Neteyam. At first he believed the two of you were nothing but friends, much to his annoyance. But it was only until later that he realized the longing looks and small caresses.

He was furious— enraged even. To think you would even entertain the idea of being the outcast mate— of allowing the forest boy to even have a silver of hope to be by your side. When it was him— him that could only be with you. He is your betrothed and you are to be his Tsahik. It pained him to see you be interested in someone else other than him. He confronted you about your relationship with neteyam, lashing at you in anger.

How dare the outcast even dream of having you? This never would of happened if you mated with him but he withheld the consummating, claiming that the both of you decided to take things slow. But now— he wasn’t so hospital with his decision. Ignoring your cries he dragged you towards his family hut. There he spoke to his parents in consummating your relationship, how it’s finally time for the two families to be brought together. His parents we’re ecstatic of the news— your betrothal with their son has lasted much longer than they thought

The consummating between the chiefs son and his betrothed was to be announced tomorrow. You were bombarded with congratulations and smiling faces— no matter how much you protested it was done. You would be bonded with Ao’nung— your fate was sealed.

THIS WAS SCRUMPTIOUS

HIS SWEET GIRL, avatar.²

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.

XYMBIOTE.

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.

I'm back from the dead!

anyways

fell off of tumblr and Wattpad for a bit, but I'm back now

im so tired men tbh(the real ones atleast) im coming to my delusion

Aaaa— I was wondering what happened to you. I’m glad you’re back!

Men can be exhausting but there are also men who are worth it

I'm feeling slightly better from being sick at least

I just came on my period

and got fired soooo

I mean it I really didn't like working there anyways so yea

but it's okay I'm a sugar baby anyways

Now that’s what I call ✨slay✨

But srsly I hope everything turns out better for you

Ps. Any tips in being a sugar baby?

I just thought about like a new story idea in this basically off a quote that I made thinking I was about like how like the Navi are and how they only take what they need.

So like when you watch the first Avatar movie you remember how neytiri got mad or upset Jake after she had killed the Viper wolves cause I didn't need to die.

I just thought of a quote based off of that scene.

"To take you have to give and to give you have to take."

That’s actually an on point quote and gives off a very clear viewpoint on how the na’vi hold such spiritual views. During the first movie, Neytiei told Jake, “ All energy is only borrowed and one day you’ll have to give it back “

Your quote reminded me of that scene.

tbh when spider meets us i feel like we gon like move out of his way or like push him back if he tries to hug us or sum cuz we can't stand to look at him.

HAHHAHA??— can you see the future?

You, uhh...got any more Lyle bits waiting in the wings? I love the way you write him. (Other people on tumblr for lack of a better words kinda...neuter him. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Hmm— not really. I haven’t started on any avatar work fics other than Recom quaritch. But maybe I’ll make headcanons on him falling for a na’vi (similar to the headcanons of z-dog)