Mansk

reader has Quaritch tied up and edged 🤤 impact play, knife play, biting and scratching MIGHT possibly even be involved, but there's definitely going to be SOME blood spilled

that's my little smutty idea ;]

(actually, I realize now that the scenario doesn't involve reader's reproductive parts, so you really can just write this as a gn!reader !)

Ouhhhh interesting!

Here you go Anon, hopefully I did well considering a few of these aren’t my kinks 😉 If you appreciate my work, don’t hesitate to chat me up more and to reblog my work 🙏😉

Thank you for the ask, it makes me happy to chat!

Enjoy xoxo

Smutty Request / Ask

Pairing : Recom Miles Quaritch x (male) Recom Reader

Word count : 1k

“For Christ’s sake.” Quaritch muttered through gritted teeth.

His cock was flushed a violent purple, the long member bobbing up and down from the constant stimulation and lack of release. You could see a bit of precum leaking onto Quaritch’s abdomen, glistening in the low lighting.

The sight made you growl in satisfaction at your work.

Your fangs scrapped against his shoulder. Oh how you were looking forward to biting into his shoulder later. “Not yet colonel. You only come when I tell you to.”

You had sneaked into Mile’s room with his spare key after his meeting with Ardmore had ended. Meetings with her never missed to leave him tense and irritated, and you yourself had been in need to blow off some steam for a while.

And you had known the perfect way to help you both relax.

Quaritch was grunting and struggling against his binds, the tight rope wrapping around his neck down to his forearms folded behind his back. You knew it was one of his favourite bindings, one that left his lower body completely free, but his upper body completely at your mercy. Every slight movement of his arms tugged back at his neck, forcing him to lay still in a position with his chest proudly protruding out.

“Shhh…” you hushed him. “Where you tryna go anyways? Huh?” you mumbled.

Quaritch snarled in response.

You chuckled.

“If you’re a good boy, it won’t be too long now.” you purred against his skin before pushing yourself up to look down at him. Miles was looking up at you, his lip curled and ears pressed flat against his head. A sly grin spread on your face. You knew he was only putting on a show and that he was actually enjoying every second of it.

It's not like this was your first rodeo.

The rope worked around his neck as he swallowed thickly. “Condescendin’ bastard.” he rasped in his Southern drawl.

Your hand slithered up to his jaw, your light touch a sharp contrat to the way you suddenly gripped his face tightly, fingertips digging into his cheeks.

“Careful now.” you warned.

“Or what?” he spat back. “You won’t let me come?” he practically growled, rolling his hips up for emphasis.

You noticed he was still just as hard as earlier.

You cocked a brow. “Maybe.” you teased, reaching with the tip of your tail to caress his balls. His cock immediately bobbed up at the touch, the slightest sensation reawakening the neglected member. A rough hiss escaped Miles.

“Look at you.” you rasped, smoothing your palm across his cheek. You could see the indents your nails had left in his skin. “You’re such a fuckin’ mess.” you said, tapping his cheek with every word.

Miles had put it well. You really were a condescending bastard.

“Shut up.” he spat.

“Bad boy.” you said as your hand swiftly came down across his cheek in a light slap. Before he could snarl again you rapidly flipped him onto his stomach, shoving his tail aside as your hand came down much harder against his bare ass. You were pleased to see him reflexively jerk back before sticking his ass out for you, his moan muffled by the pillow his face was shoved into. He was practically presenting himself to you. The thought, the visual- it all spurred you on, and you spanked him again, eliciting another delightful sound from him. Suddenly you felt addicted to this, the feeling of someone trusting you so deeply that they could let themselves be entirely at your mercy, even as you exerted raw force and power over them. Without a second thought your hand came down on him again, and again, as louder and louder sounds of pleasure left Quaritch.

It was like a symphony to your ears.

His ass had a deep purple colour to it now, the skin of both cheeks sensitive from your harsh ministrations. You gently grazed your hand over it. It made his tail twitch. The sight was incredibly erotic and you hadn’t realized how jagged your own breath had gotten.

“Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” you growled, although you already knew the answer.

He only hummed in response.

“Answer me.” you ordered, roughly pulling on his tail.

A strangled groan escaped him. “Yes!” Quaritch answered quickly.

“Good boy.” you praised, flipping him onto his back again.

Quaritch’s eyes were glazed over, his pupils blown wide with a blush covering his face and torso. The sight was magnificent- such a powerful and strong man willingly giving himself to you- and you did quick work of climbing atop him, fingers wrapping around both of your cocks pressed together, stroking rapidly as you could feel both your orgasms approaching.

You bent down to press a kiss onto his shoulder with your elbow propped onto the pillow next to his head, while still rapidly stroking your cocks in tandem. His skin was hot, his growls smooth like velvet in your ears and his scent an aphrodisiac to your mind.

You could feel your need pressing low in your gut, threatening to spill at any moment.

“Fuck it,-“ you panted “-come for me now. Be a good boy Miles and come for me.” you ordered, finally allowing him to have his release.

You felt him immediately stiffen in your hand, his loud moans ringing in your ears as thick ropes of cum painted both your chests. Your own orgasm washed over you at the sight, your hips violently bucking into your hand and against his throbbing cock as instinct took over. You rapidly bit down on his shoulder, fangs sinking into his hard flesh. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth, mingling with the salt of his sweat. He was yours and you had to make sure to leave your mark for all to see.

As for the scratch marks you had left on his inner thighs beforehand… well, those would have to be for your private viewing only.

And boy, you couldn’t wait to see them again.

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vampire recom zhang x reader

warnings: blood, predator/prey dynamics, restraints, hunting/chasing, slight smut, dubious consent/CNC(you both consent prior to this)

@manskluv @theatregeek-247

im back and im locking in

artwork by @pignk // writing by @fangirlingoverstufff

Special Note. This fic has been written in such a manner that you may decide who you want to imagine as the Top or Bottom!

Pairing : Recom Miles Quaritch x Recom Lyle Wainfleet Rating : Explicit 18+ Word count : 1.7k Warnings : switch Lyle and Quaritch, very lowkey bratty Quaritch, power dynamics (colonel/corporal), playful banter, established sexual relationship, implied sex, alcohol, very nostalgic, passionate and caring, tsaheylu Vibe : nostalgic, RDA, playful, after hours Context : In which Quaritch and Lyle share an intimate moment in Bridgehead's Ops Center during the dead of night.

Thank you again to @pignk for letting me post her beautiful artwork along with my short fanfiction. This art is actually what inspired my fic!

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Enjoy my Avatar babes xoxo

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Push and Pull

Lyle took a deep breath. Fuck, the colonel smelled good. He’d always loved the way that Miles had smelt- like a mix of coffee and fresh cut wood- and tonight the smell of his excitement mingled with that of his natural scent, creating an intoxicating blend that made Lyle's thoughts scramble and his limbs heavy.

“What you thinkin’ about corporal?” Quaritch drawled.

Both men had a light flush heating their skin, giving the blue of their cheeks and chests a soft purple tint.

“Just thinkin’ about how good you smell-“ Lyle murmured, breath ghosting over Quaritch’s neck “- and feel in my hands.”

Quaritch hummed in delight.

Lyle cherished moments like these, where time seemed to stop and he got to see another, somewhat vulnerable side of the colonel. He knew that no one else ever got to see this part of Miles. In these rare instances, the faith of humankind felt like nothing but a distant memory, his only focus the man that stood before him. It was a relief.

It was luxury.

He licked at the sensitive skin of Quaritch's neck, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse under his tongue.

A small smile spread on Quaritch’s lips. There was a glint in his eyes- not of anger, not of determination, but of happiness. Real, unfiltered happiness. Lyle wasn’t the only one to savour these moments. If anything, Miles appreciated them even more. It was always in the arms of his corporal that he would feel most at peace. Free from taking any life altering decisions, from worrying about the faith of his men and women. He had too much blood on his hands, but whenever he was alone with Lyle it felt like his hands had finally been washed clean.

The two men had been sharing a few beers in the Ops Center- the area completely empty at such an odd hour of the night- when out of the blue Quaritch had taken away Lyle's beer and pulled him in by the collar of his polo. He’d kissed him gently at first, almost shyly, before any lingering restraint had rapidly melted away into a feverish clash of teeth and tongues. It had come to Lyle as a surprise, his mind hellbent on elaborating a plan to corner the Sullys, but rapidly enough he’d melted against his colonel's lips. It had been a long time since they were last intimate- too long- and Lyle had never been able to resist the man anyways. Quickly enough their shirts had been tossed aside, both men caught in each other’s embrace amongst the golden sea of holographic maps.

“Those lab coats were really generous with you, weren’t they?” Lyle mumbled against Quaritch's skin, hands greedily trailing over his body. The man was taller than him and more muscular, with broader shoulders and an impossibly narrow waist. Even as a human Miles had been one to make heads turn- God knows how many men and women had fawned over him, including Lyle- but he’d definitely never seen a Na’vi as breathtaking as him. He was beautiful in that sort of raw, masculine way, and Lyle hadn’t been able to tear his gaze away since he’d laid eyes on him that one fateful day of their rebirth.

Quaritch pulled back, making Lyle look up at him in confusion. He could also see a glimmer of lust in Lyle's gaze. It made his ears flatten and cheeks burn hotter. “You ain’t bad to look at either, corporal.” he murmured, studying the other man closely. He languidly draped his arms over Lyle’s shoulders, taking in the way his gaze softened at the compliment. He'd always found that the corporal was striking in his own way. Lyle was all hard lines with a sculpted face and high cheekbones, and a defined Adonis belt that disappeared under the waistband of his fatigues, luring the mind into wondering what hid underneath.

Except that Quaritch didn't have to imagine.

He knew exactly what was under those pants.

His dick twitched at the thought.

Lyle’s hands had stilled, palms pressed flat against Miles’ strong chest. He could feel his heartbeat under his left palm.

Quaritch's pulse had quickened.

A loopsided smirk spread over Lyle's face.

“C'mere.” he whispered, his gaze dropping to Miles’ lips, leaning in gently.

Quaritch tilted his head away, chin held high. "If I recall correctly, corporals don't give colonels orders." There was a light slur to his words, his southern accent heavier whenever he drank.

To anyone else Quaritch's words would've sounded bitter, but to Lyle this was simply part of the little game they liked to play.

He loved it.

"If I recall correctly,-" Lyle repeated, his tail flicking in amusement "- colonels don't fuck their corporals."

That made Quaritch's brows lift.

"Shut up." he drawled, but there was no bite to it.

Lyle chuckled. Quaritch was trying to act aloof, but with the way his voice had deepened and his eyes were trailing over every inch of Lyle's body, the corporal knew that he was everything but unbothered.

"Whatever you want... boss." he rasped, leaning in again. This time Quaritch didn't pull away, and before he could shoot back a snarky reply, Lyle licked a stripe up his neck, making his head roll back in pleasure, brows furrowed and jaw clenched tight in a deep groan. Although Quaritch had never directly admitted it, Lyle knew that he had always loved the authority that came with his titles.

He gently caught Quaritch's lip between his teeth, fangs lightly scraping the plump skin, and was rewarded with another groan. The sound sent a fresh wave of lust rushing through him. His palms slid down, wrapping around Quaritch's waist to settle against his lower back, right at the base of his tail. Quaritch's skin felt soft and warm under Lyle's fingertips as he pushed them past the waistband of his fatigues.

"Lyle..."

Lyle remained quiet, answering Quaritch’s plea by trailing his lips down again until he was buried in the crook of his neck. There he sucked and nipped at the tender skin, taking great pleasure in thinking that his ministrations would leave his mark on the other man. Perhaps Miles was his superior, but tomorrow the colonel would be walking around base with Lyle's scent lingering on his skin.

Lyle could proudly say that had fucked- and gotten fucked by- none other than the colonel Miles Quaritch.

A sense of pride swelled in his chest.

It had always fascinated Lyle how in his everyday functions the colonel was a man of authority, power and forwardness, but would play this game of push and pull whenever they were alone. With Lyle, Quaritch was neither at his mercy nor in complete control. One moment he would tell Lyle exactly what he wanted, the next he would let him do as he pleased.

Push and pull.

"Christ."

Lyle could feel Quaritch's nails digging into the hard flesh of his shoulders now, hips grinding shamelessly against his. Even his breath had gotten shallower. This was Quaritch’s way of begging and Lyle knew it, as he was too proud of a man to directly beg for anything.

Pull.

Lyle’s fingers pressed into Quaritch's back, drawing him in harder as he ground back against him for the first time. At this point he was fully erect and had every intention of letting the other man know just how turned on he was.

A low growl escaped Quaritch as he pressed his lips to Lyle's ear. "Stop teasin' around. You know damn well what I want." he whispered through gritted teeth.

His voice was rough, his southern drawl thick, and smell of his arousal weighed heavy in the air.

Ah. There it was.

Push.

And boy did Lyle know how to keep pushing his colonel's buttons just right.

He quickly wrapped Quaritch's braid around his fingers and tugged at the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation made Quaritch yelp, but before Lyle could savour the moment, the other man retaliated by reaching around him and pulling on his tail, sending a current of electricity up his spine. Lyle let out a stifled groan and within seconds both men were already crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs and grunts.

There was no more holding back. No more hesitation. In the middle of Bridgehead’s control room, both men finally found each other again. Greedy mouths kissed everywhere, the salt of each other's sweat on their tongues. Impatient hands stroked, grabbed and pushed legs apart. Nails and fangs dug into flesh. A gasp here, a swear there. Their bodies rocked against one another, sweat covered skin glowing under the holograms as the wet sounds of their affections rapidly filled the empty room.

“Fuck, Miles.” Lyle panted, “Why did we ever wait so long?”

Lyle was referring to their lifetime as humans.

These fleeting moments between them were always bittersweet. They brought back to the surface beautiful memories they could no longer relive again, just as it reminded them of things they wished they'd done differently. The corporal and colonel had never crossed any boundaries in their time as humans, but now that they were brought back to life, any restraint they had held onto was long gone.

"We're here now. Forget about them." Quaritch rasped, breathless as he brought his kuru over to Lyle's.

The pink tendrils swayed happily together, intertwining with ease in a familiar dance.

Both men gasped at the sensation, pupils swallowing the yellow sea of their irises. To feel another so deeply was something that they could simply never get used to, no matter the amount of times they had completed the bond.

Soon enough their grunts and growls filled the air again in a crescendo of frenzied movements and ecstasy, every sensation and emotion amplified by the connection they shared.

They were given a second chance at life.

And this time, they would make sure to live with no regrets.

the light

but a heathen when

its night

VARANG X READER

Warnings: Blood mention, bodily harm, lucid experience, dom/sub or slave?? idk its varang

@manskluv @theatregeek-247 @mngkwnn

Recombinant Lopez x reader VAMPIRE EDITION PART 1

warnings: blood, vampires, consensual feeding and bodily harm/horror! sexual under AND over tones

18* content, dni if under 18!!

tags: @manskluv

The concrete shower room felt heavier after Quaritch’s little “cool down” order. Most of the squad had grumbled their way out, towels slung low, muttering about icy water and blue balls. The air was still thick with steam, the faint glow of bioluminescent speckles on wet blue skin, and that unmistakable undercurrent of *need*. These new bodies were no joke—taller, stronger, more sensitive in every damn way. Pandora’s air, the gravity, the instincts… it all hit different. Harder. Hornier.

Zhang lingered under the spray in the corner stall, letting hot water pound across his broad shoulders and down the stripes on his back. He’d volunteered to help Mansk with cleanup earlier but stuck around after the others left. His queue twitched restlessly, and his cock hung heavy between his legs, not fully soft despite the cold shower earlier. Today’s training had left him wired. The wrestling, the bodies moving, the new strength—it stirred shit he didn’t want to name in the daylight.

He didn’t hear Fike until it was too late.

Warm, slick hands slid around his waist from behind, palms pressing flat against his abs. Fike’s chest molded to his back, voice a low, cocky whisper right against his ear.

“Couldn’t leave yet, huh? Been watching you stand here like you’re thinking too hard, Zhang. That fight got you worked up too?” Fike’s hips rolled forward, his thick cock—already half-hard and getting thicker—nestling hot between Zhang’s ass cheeks. “These bodies… fuck, they don’t let you hide anything.”

Zhang tensed, breath catching, but he didn’t shove him away. The touch felt too good. “Fike… shit, man. What if someone walks in?”

Fike chuckled, low and dirty, nipping at the shell of Zhang’s ear. One hand slid down, fingers tracing the base of Zhang’s tail. “Door’s shut. Most of ‘em are gone. And even if they come back… we’re just three Recoms helping each other adjust. Squad bonding, right?” His voice dropped even lower. “You felt it today. I know you did. All that muscle and sweat. Tell me your dick isn’t begging right now.”

Before Zhang could answer, Warren stepped out of the adjacent stall, water streaming down his muscular frame. He’d been quiet as always, methodically rinsing off, but his eyes locked on them with clear hunger. No shock. Just interest. His own cock was already lifting, thick and dark blue, water beading on the tip.

“You two gonna start the real cool-down without me?” Warren’s tone was dry, but his hand was already stroking himself slowly as he moved closer under Zhang’s spray. “I’ve been half-hard since we hit the mats. These Na’vi instincts are kicking our asses.”

Zhang groaned softly, caught between them. Fike behind, grinding slow and teasing. Warren in front, reaching out to wrap a big hand around Zhang’s cock, giving it a firm, soapy stroke that made his knees weak.

“Fuck… you guys are serious,” Zhang breathed, hips twitching into Warren’s grip.

“Dead serious,” Fike whispered, kissing the back of his neck. “We ship out tomorrow. Jungle’s gonna be hell. Better work this tension out now so we’re not popping boners in the field and getting ourselves killed. You in, Zhang? Let us take care of you.”

It wasn’t just random horniness. That was the plot they all quietly understood—these hybrid bodies were wired with Na’vi instincts that screamed for touch, connection, release. Human minds in alien skin, fresh on Pandora. If they didn’t handle it, it could fuck up the mission. Better to trust your squadmates and blow off steam together.

Zhang nodded, breath shaky. “Yeah… fuck it. I’m in.”

What followed was slow, deliberate, and filthy.

Fike kept whispering praises in his ear while soaping him up—“Good boy, relax for us”—fingers circling his tight hole with slick gel. Warren dropped to his knees on the wet tile, taking Zhang’s cock into his hot mouth in one smooth motion, sucking deep while looking up with those intense eyes. Zhang gripped the wall, moaning, tail lashing as they worked him open together.

Fike worked one finger in, then two, scissoring and stretching while Warren hummed around his cock. By the time Fike had three thick fingers pumping steadily, curling against that spot that made Zhang see stars, he was rocking back desperately.

“Ready for me?” Fike growled, pulling his fingers free and lining up.

“Yeah—fuck, do it.”

Fike pushed in slow, inch by thick inch, groaning at the tight heat. “So fucking good… gripping me like you were made for this.” He bottomed out, hips flush against Zhang’s ass, and held still, letting him adjust while Warren kept sucking him.

Then the real fucking started.

Fike thrust deep and steady, powerful rolls of his hips that slapped wetly against Zhang’s ass. Warren stood up, kissing Zhang hard, feeding him his cock while Fike railed him. They switched after a while—Warren taking his turn in Zhang’s ass, thicker and stretching him even wider, while Fike used his mouth.

“Taking us so well,” Warren murmured, voice rough as he pounded him. “Gonna fill you up, baby.”

They didn’t rush. Hands everywhere—pinching nipples, tugging queues gently, stroking tails. Low filthy whispers, the sound of water and skin echoing. Zhang was lost in it, moaning around whichever cock was in his mouth, pushing back for more.

Fike came first, buried deep in Zhang’s ass, growling his name as he pumped him full of hot cum. Warren followed right after, pulling out to paint Zhang’s back and ass with thick ropes. The feeling pushed Zhang over—he came hard across the tile, knees shaking.

They didn’t stop there.

“On your knees, pretty boy,” Fike said, voice husky with fresh need. They guided Zhang down onto the warm wet floor. He looked up at them, lips parted, eyes glassy.

Both men stood over him, cocks still hard and slick with cum and water. They pressed the heads together right against Zhang’s mouth.

“Open wide for us,” Warren murmured.

Zhang did. They both pushed in—two thick Na’vi cocks stretching his lips obscenely, filling his mouth. It was messy, perfect, overwhelming. They fucked his mouth together in shallow thrusts, hands gentle in his hair, praising him the whole time.

“Fuck, look at that mouth,” Fike groaned. “Taking both of us like a champ.”

Warren’s grip tightened. “Swallow what you can, baby. Gonna give you another load.”

They rocked into him, cocks sliding together against his tongue. Zhang moaned around the stretch, sucking eagerly, saliva dripping down his chin. It didn’t take long—Warren came first, flooding his mouth, then Fike right after. Cum spilled over his tongue, down his throat, dripping from the corners of his lips as they kept thrusting through it.

Zhang came again untouched just from the filth of it, trembling between them.

Afterward, they were sweet about it. They washed him gently under the spray, trading lazy kisses and soft touches. Warren, true to form, made sure everything was cleaned up properly, muttering about “not leaving evidence.” Fike joked around, calling them the “stress relief squad” and promising this could be their secret ritual before ops.

They talked a little while drying off—how the new bodies made everything more intense, how they needed to stay sharp for Pandora tomorrow. This wasn’t just fucking; it was trust. Pack bonding. Making sure they went into the jungle clear-headed and loyal to each other.

By the time they slipped out, the room was spotless (Warren’s doing), and the three of them felt loose, satisfied, and closer than ever.

cw: porn no plot , dilf!jake , dom!jake , sub!reader , piss kink , squirting, oral (r receiving) , overstimulation , fingering (almost went to fisting) , age gap , praise , biting

synopsis: he want that puss!

a/n: I wrote this horny and high , ignore the mistakes k and sorry about it being short !!

“Yeah there’s my girl” he chuckles as he rubs your puffy clit through your climax, feeling your squirt coat his fingers. He bites his lips as he sees your face, drool coming from the side of your mouth. Eyes fluttering as you looked at him “such a good girl, such a good pussy.” His hand smacks your clit causing you to let out a whimper as you start to thrash around.

“Jake—! I can’t!“ you pleaded but he clicked his tongue “I think you can go for a couple more baby girl.” Shaking his head softly “don’t you want to be a good girl f’me?” You quickly nodded your head “yes—yes I do!” You cried out. He smirks “that’s what I like to hear.” He groans as his fingers move from your clit down to your pulsing hole and pushes two fingers inside, you moan so loudly he had to kiss you to be quiet.

“You don’t want to wake up the whole village now do you? Be quiet.” He growls as his fingers curled into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back as you feel him pressing against it “ohhh fffhhhuckk!” Jake bites your neck and quickly licking over it “you like that? How about this?” He adds a third finger which made you start thrashing your hips to escape from the painful pleasure “I can’t— too much!” You hiccuped as you felt another finger push inside of you.

Jake looks at your pussy, taking all four of his thick fingers with such awe “look at ya! I’ll fist you next time.” He removes his fingers out of you, your hole pulsing around nothing. Jake gets into a better position, your thighs around his head before you can even realize what’s coming his mouth latches onto your puffy clit and sucks.

You thrashed around but his hands quickly held your waist down “JAKE!!” You cried out, eyes rolling back to your head once again as he devours you like he never ate anything in several moons. You quickly felt a familiar coil start to tighten “Jake—! I gotta pee! Stop!”

He shook his head and kept going, brows furrowed as got lost in the moment. He quickly pulls away to say “don’t hold it, give all of it to me.” He growled and went straight back, your face grew warmer at his words but it didn’t take long until you let go. You let out a pleasurable sigh as you released into his mouth, still feeling embarrassed about it.

Meanwhile for Jake? He’s thriving, he gladly swallows the hot liquid that floods his mouth. Hell he’s moaning! After he gulped down every last drop, he pulled back with a smirk “we gotta do that again babygirl” he laughed with his cheesy smile