🍔 Quarang fanatic 🍔

Some smutty musings about my headcanon that Colonel Miles Quaritch is a dom, not a sub. More specifically, a caring dom.

Quaritch would be a man of few words in bed, but when he’d talk to you, he’d speak slowly. Languidly. His orders would be like honey, sweet and delicious, impossible for you to resist.

He’d call you Doll. Sugar. Baby.

All the sweet, sweet stuff.

On your knees, doll.

He’s a man who knows exactly what he wants and isn’t afraid to go get it. He’s somewhat like a God around Bridgehead- the Colonel Miles Quaritch- and he knows it. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get exactly what he wants, and that includes you on the corner of his desk while his fingers are stuffed in your mouth.

Shhh, baby. Quiet.

His presence in itself is impossible to ignore. He looms over you, tall, strong and dominant. Commanding. Demanding.

Maybe I should teach you a lesson.

His cock is long and it strokes all the good spots deep inside you. He’s learnt your limits and loves to push you right on the edge. He’s controlled. Calculated.

He especially loves to watch you come.

Such a pretty face.

If it gets too much, all you need is to tell him stop and he’ll immediately bring it all to a halt.

It’s alright, it’s alright. Deep breaths baby. You good?

But don’t you worry, because after having his way with you he’ll made sure to take care of you. He’d caress you gently, pressing you against his chest as his fingertips smooth over the marks left behind of your lovemaking. He’d clean you up, kiss you gently on your forehead and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you drift into sleep.

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