GUESS WHO GOT FUCKING SICK

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.

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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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.

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 :))!

I CAN'T WAIT SPIDER SEEING HIS MAMA ABIXHEJDHWBDJE THIS CHAPTER IS BEAUTIFULLLLLL

SAME— IM CURRENTLY DOING A DRABBLE BUT ONCE IM DONE ILL DEF BE WRITIN’ THE NEXT CHAPTER WHERE SPIDER MEETS HIS MAMA

THIS— THIS IS ART MAN. THIS IS GODS WORK

HIS SWEET GIRL, avatar.

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, dark quaritch, implications of being delusional, abuse of power, creepy behavior, nonconsensual touching, upcoming smut!

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

HE COULDN’T STOP STARING . Who wouldn’t ? You were so beautiful to him— those eyes , those lips , everything about you was perfect. Who cares if the two of them were strangers and never met a day in their life ? Quaritch was determined to get what he wanted. And that something was you , a fragile little flower , begging for the Colonel— that look in those gorgeous eyes just told him everything.

Everything about you was hypnotizing , like he was under your spell. Not that he was complaining , it motivated him even further to have a small chat with you. Quaritch wanted to see that smile of yours so he could just brag about it to other soldiers or anyone he would see. The Colonel craved for your presence , craved for your attention , craved for all of you. He’d do anything to have that someone wrapped around his finger— the man wasn’t going to give up that fast , he loved having to be challenged to win your pretty little heart and it would soon belong to him after he accomplished.

Whether you liked it or not— it felt so right to have the little flower in his arms , you belonged to him after all and there was nothing that anyone could do. Everyone in the base knew about his little crush on you but Quaritch didn’t care about the teasing or mocking from them. He was focused on his desire , and he knew that he wasn’t going to fail— a little taste of manipulation wouldn’t be that bad now would it ?

Overtime , he would find you in the lab with Grace Augustine and all of the others. The Colonel didn’t like how close the two of you were whatsoever , considering him and the redhead were enemies for a long time— the hardened soldier hated seeing her being around you. His hatred for the woman was growing more and more each day on Pandora , let alone that the two of them had to be around each other and work as a team pissed him off even further.

But whenever you were there with him , giving him that adorable look. He would calm down but his desire for his sweet thing starts getting worse and worse each living day whenever he glanced towards the direction he would find you in or when walking pass you with whatever chance Quaritch would get. The Colonel needed to be around his sweetheart 24/7 , he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight— not now , not ever. You belonged to him and was forever his. No one else can have what is his— they would have to get through him first before they even have a chance to put their hands on you.

It was something he needed you to understand , that someone as sweet and adorable as you belonged to him. Something that needs to be taught a lesson but he would promise to be gentle and sweet with you , maybe. You were on his mind forever and he didn’t mind that one bit— just the thought of caressing that soft , smooth skin with his large , veiny hands.

Maybe going as far as to cupping those breasts of yours , maybe cupping that small cunt with one hand as he used his other to get caught up with reports and other things that a normal Colonel needed to do. He might just be nice and rub it for you , if you want to be a good girl for him and tell him you were his— Quaritch knew that you’d like it. No , you would love it , having a big and strong man taking good care of his little girl like the good boyfriend or husband he is.

Quaritch would do anything for his sweet girl , only if you were so understanding with his advice or opinion. But for now , he would wait for you. His patience was thin when it comes you , his sweetie ?

The Colonel can sit back and let his fantasies take over , one thing that he hated is when someone so pathetic would give his woman a hateful look or would go as far as to make disgusting comments about you. Oh he hates that— the hardened soldier wasn’t a stranger of torture or murder , he’s done it before with the natives of Pandora but never to a human being but if Quaritch needs to take it to that far then so be it. They basically were asking for it anyway , right ? You’d agree with him , wouldn’t you ? Yeah you would’ve like a good girl.

" No one understands me , ( Name ) is mine and mine to keep for myself. She doesn’t belongs to any of these lowlifes , I am the only one that she needs. " Mumbled Quaritch under his breath as he stared down towards the ground , frustrated and irritated. Closing his eyes for a brief moment— he decided that he needed to stay calm before things got worse. Then , you appeared in his thoughts. there you are , pretty girl.

He opened those blue eyes and looked at the ground for a second , with a soft groan , he made his decision. The Colonel needed to take this stress off of him— and Quaritch knew exactly how to weigh it off his shoulders , with a low growl , he shifted around in his chair as the sound of metal clinging echoed in his office.

mentions. @vonne-inc, @nervousd.

XYMBIOTE.

it was the 4 of July so I had to deal with my family, Long story short their not the best ppl to be around

I understand where your coming from can’t exactly say my family is the best either. Protect yourself by their toxicity and hostile family members 🫶

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BEING OBSESSED WITH HIS EX! LOVER

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

#WARNING(S)— dark lyle(?)obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts,non-consent touching, personality crisis(?)identity crisis(?) sniffing kink(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

No matter how hard he tried, how much effort he put into himself— wether by causing mischief or even going as far as hurting himself you still wouldn’t turn your head to him. As much as he loved the chase he was starting to get frustrated. The only time you’ve ever gone to look for him was to scream at him, claiming how he couldn’t just scare the man you were interested in. How he can’t just walk back into your life expecting things to go his way. Couldn’t you see he simply wanted things to go back the way they were. The way it’s meant to be— how it’s suppose to be. With you in his arms, giving him that pretty smile and batting your eyes at him.

There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t by your side. He was always near, with a bouquet of flowers from the wildlife of Pandora or any odd fruits he found in the forest. He would continue this for many months, ignoring the way his gifts were left untouched. He didn’t mind one bit, claiming that they just didn’t catch your attention (A lie he often told himself to cope with) He would simply have to gain your attention in a different manner.

An opportunity had come by when he met you at the gym by chance. Laughing with the man you were interested in. His tail flicked in agitation, you acted so normal to everyone else. Giving them attention and affection while he wasn’t even given a speck. To cope with his newfound aggression he turned back to his weights, adding pile after pile. Muscles tensing as he tested out the new strength his body possessed. Placing his weights down, he glanced over to your direction finding you gone.

His lips curled up into a snarl, obviously displeased from your disappearance. You wouldn’t be off somewhere with the man you were seeing, right? A low growl rumbled against his chest, he stalked off looking for any hints he could find you. His nose twitched catching scent of something sweet. He was familiar with the sugary smell— when he was human he often found himself with his nose buried in your neck finding peace in your scent. Like a dog he trailed after the smell, footsteps quickening as he got closer.

His ears flattened against his skull, pupils shrinking as he caught sight of you flirting with your male companion. His canines gritting against each other, tail lashing behind him. Short hisses escaping past his lips, nose flaring as he walked up to the two of you pushing the man to the ground. He ignored your shouting behind him, focusing on the man you were cozying up to. He picked him up by the collar of his shirt, enjoying the thrill he gets in being stronger than him. His gaze would shift towards you expecting a bright smile and opened arms but alas he was met with a look of horror.

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Reeling back his fist, Lyle landed a square punch on his jaw. Enjoying the sickening crunch that erupted from his attack. The man fell down in one hit, moaning and groaning in pain as he cradled his jaw. Lyle barked out a snicker, ❝ Oh, man, that is just sad ❞ His fun was cut short as you screamed. You rushed past him, dropping down to the ground as you frantically checked the man moaning in pain. Lyle scoffed, tail flicking in annoyance. Just what is it about him that catches your attention?

His hand gripped onto your forearm, ❝ Let’s go, buttercup ❞ you struggled against his grip. Screaming out protest as you tried to reach the wounded man. However, it proved to be fruitless, he was far much stronger than you. Your footsteps could barley keep up with his pace, occasionally tripping on your own as he dragged you past corridors. Your hands whacked his back countless times, yelling and screaming at him. ❝ Now— don’t be like that, hmm? What do we say we go to my room and talk this out yeah? Wouldn’t you like that baby? ❞ Without waiting for an answer, he dragged you towards his dorm. Opening the door he tossed you inside as if you were nothing but a rag doll to him.

You scowled at his brutish behavior ❝ Enough of this! I don’t want to be here— I told you I don’t want anything to do with you! ❞ He ignored your words, rather busying himself at staring you down. You were so small— so cute. Noticing his clouded gaze you made a run for the door. But alas it was a failure, his hands wrapped around your waist tossing you towards his bed. You bounced from the impact, scrambling to get off. Lyle pounced on you, caging you between his arms ❝Come on now, it’s me— your boyfriend! Quit struggling so much❞ You shook your head, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

He ran his hands up your body, memorizing the familiar shape he once traced in his past life. He groped whatever he was able to access, squeezing your waist noticing just how small you are to him. His hand was big enough to cover your entire stomach. Slowly, he brought his lips towards your neck, leaving traces of wet kisses. His nose flared as he inhaled your scent at the corner of your nape, a grin curved up the corner of his lips. His tail curled, it was exactly how he remembers you— so plaint for him.

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