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"Longing For You"

Oh my god I'm alive, can you believe it? I'm back with a COD fanfic this time.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x inexperienced/virgin f. 141 reader

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Summary: Y/N has never experienced anything romantic to sexual with anyone. One evening on base, Soap keeps nagging you about sharing details about your love life with him without knowing you don't have one. Things take a dramatic turn until someone specific comes to check on you in your room.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Crying, Swearing, Protected Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving),

Word Count: 16,140

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Let me take you on an emotional roller coaster (18+/ NSFW Content)

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(If I accidentally started writing "I" instead of "You" please let me know in the comments so that I can fix it, sometimes my brain goes numb) :)

Life was becoming weird. There used to always be something happening. Missions were almost always brutal and full of action, they left everyone exhausted and just happy to be alive. But lately, with 141 having completed one of their main missions things grew quiet. The first week was like a gift from the universe, letting you all regenerate. But now, the second week is almost agonising. Going about your days feels grey. Like a static radio or a broken screen of a TV buzzing in the background. But you won’t complain. You never do. Over the years you have managed to rid yourself of that bad habit because you’ve realised it never helps you. It just makes you seem weak. Especially as the only woman in this task force, you always push yourself to bear through pain, even if it is almost making you pass out. Or you go out of your way to complete assigned chores no one wants to do and you keep your mouth shut while doing so. No one likes a whiner.

Today was just another day and it seemed that it had become dark just a few hours after you woke up. Time was flying by, yet nothing seemed to change. Except this evening. It barely even reached 5 pm and the sun was already gone. You were confused by this because it didn’t feel like winter to you. But perhaps the country you were in had warm winters and odd sunsets and sunrise hours. You couldn’t be bothered to ask around.

But what made today so different was that the rain had stopped. The past few days the clouds never once showed the sky. You’re in the dining area of your temporary base holding a cup of hot tea in both your hands and blankly staring out of one of the windows. Soap is a few meters away from you, silently chewing on some protein bar he had stashed in his vest. Even though it was dark, the sky was suddenly clear and the moonlight reflected against the building and shone into the dimly lit rooms. The base was on a hill but surrounded by trees, so any light was blocked out for enemies to see. It was rather small, only housing your task force and some of Alejandro’s soldiers.

“That’s a pretty sight.” Soap mumbles, scrunching up the wrapper of the snack bar and throwing it away without ever taking his eyes off the window.

You nod in agreement and smile, saying “She’s beautiful tonight.” before taking another sip of your tea. His eyes briefly tear away from outside to glance at you. He lets out a soft chuckle, leaning against the counter with you and crossing his arms over his chest.

“She?” he questions, almost feeling silly for shortly searching the room for the possible woman you could be talking about.

“The moon.” you add, smiling at him to let him know you’re just babbling about your things again. The moon is a she. The sun a he. But there’s no need to lecture him about that. That’s your interest and not his. But Soap doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, she is.” he agrees. You continue to stare into the blue hour of the night for a few more minutes before Soap speaks up again.

“The rain’s dried. We can go outside and have a bette’ look.”

His idea makes your eyes light up and you nod in agreement, pushing yourself away from the counter to signal that you’re ready to go.

Soap leads the way and you stop by the coat hanger to grab your jumper, knowing it’s chilly outside. Gaz who is sitting near Ghost notices how his eyes follow the two of you, so he turns around to see what Ghost is looking at.

“Where are you going?” Gaz asks, peering up at Soap.

“Jus` outside. Y/N wants to see the moon.” he replies, shrugging off the question in front of them as if he wasn’t the one to suggest it.

“You two look like bloody miserable chumps.” Soap chuckles scanning over Ghost and Gaz. Neither of them had anything to do.

“Come on, you look like you could use some fresh air, LT.”

Gaz had nothing better to do so he got up off the couch. Neither of them expected Ghost to join. He never does things like this. During a mission, Soap and Gaz once teased him with an offer of star gazing if things went well to which Ghost immediately shut them down, saying it was a waste of time and useless. They were turning away, ready to leave their lieutenant behind until Ghost got up too, making Soap stop in his tracks. He eyes him, trying to figure out whether he is leaving or coming with them. But Ghost paid him no attention. His eyes were on you for a brief moment, watching you zip up your jumper before you headed for the exit door.

“If ye’re still sour she damaged the rover in the morning, then I’ll have to take the blame.” Soap says, knowing he was looking at you. He was a good friend to you. Almost like a brother, constantly watching out for you. Ghost on the other hand was cold. And Soap knew he didn’t make exceptions with mistakes for anyone. He’d be a bad lieutenant if he would.

Ghost looked away, slightly glaring at the Sergeants.

“I’m not.” he firmly answers in his raspy voice before walking past them to follow you outside. Neither Gaz nor Soap is convinced so they quickly follow him out in case he starts to scold you for your small mistake. But Ghost doesn’t do that. His hard gaze and intimidating presence are enough to put you in your place. He very rarely even speaks to you, which often has you wondering what you’ve done so wrong to make him give you such a cold shoulder. Perhaps he doesn’t trust or or maybe it’s the obvious answer, he doesn’t like you. You get assigned the top priority missions so clearly he must see some potential in your work. But then again it’s mostly Price who hands out the orders, not Ghost. And Price has taken you under his wing ever since you’ve joined.

They find you after climbing the stairs on the side of the building. You’re sitting on the rooftop, arms wrapped around your body to stay warm from the cool breeze of the night while your wide eyes stare at the shimmering stars and bright moon. The sky has never been so pretty. Sunsets were gorgeous, but this, this was calming and suddenly made you feel at home again. No words were spoken as they joined you on the ground of the rooftop. Soap sat down next to you along with Gaz. Ghost was more reluctant but followed soon after. They started conversing about things on their mind and after about half an hour had passed, all four of you were lying on the ground and gazing up into the sky. Your heads almost meeting in the middle of the oddly shaped circle you all formed as you lay splayed out.

The subjects of conversation kept shifting, starting with the landscapes surrounding us, to a story of Gaz nearly losing his finger in a similar forest. Soap mentioned that his sister was into astronomy, also taking an interest in the stars to which Gaz said one of his previous girlfriends was crazy about astrology. You hadn’t said a word since they arrived, feeling too caught up in your deep thoughts and memories that the night sky provoked. Ghost was mostly silent too, only chiming in to agree with one of them or settle something that was about to become an argument.

“I had a pretty lass for a few months.” Soap starts again, telling them the story you’ve heard a few hundred times. “But the distance was too much for her. So we broke things off.”

“I remember her. The tall one, right?” Gaz asks and Soap nods with a smile, remembering her.

“How’s your love life goin`, sir?” Gaz asks in a joking manner.

Before Ghost can answer, Soap jumps in.

“Bet you’ve been busy ever since that chick from the bar caught ye`r eye.” he cackled, glancing at his lieutenant. Suddenly, your attention is on the conversation again. What girl?

Ghost scoffed, waving his hand in dismissal of the subject but Soap and Gaz weren’t done yet.

“How’s that holding up?”

“I’ve seen her around base a few times, probably spending the nights in LT’s room.”

“Been reminding myself to knock louder on your door ever since. Don’t need to be seeing that.”

“Think I might’ve heard her one night too.” Soap and Gaz continue to joke despite Ghost getting slightly annoyed. But he wasn’t defensive, which concluded that they weren’t making it up. You stopped breathing as their words sank in but you made no movements to give your feelings away. Your heart ached and yet you continued to listen, hoping he would say that none of that is true or that this is some inside joke they have going.

“She looked amazing. No doubt in that.” Soap comments and Ghost huffs out a breath.

“Her hair was pretty.” Simon finally mumbles, lowly in a soft version of his gruff voice that you have never heard. Sorry- Ghost. You shouldn’t even be thinking of addressing him that way. Soap continues to tease him and joke about him and the girl while you stare blankly into the sky, suddenly forgetting all about the beautiful moon and stars. If you were a dramatic girl in a movie right now, you would get up and mysteriously run away. You wish you could, but that would raise suspicions which you really don’t need.

He liked her hair…and she was good-looking by what you keep hearing them say. Something you can’t see in yourself, no matter how hard you search your mirror for it.

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Simon, fuck- Ghost say the word ‘pretty’ before. It didn’t belong to his vocabulary. But hearing him say it for the first time to describe another girl absolutely tore open your heart.

Your hair was a mess. Even though you had washed it just last night, you thought it looked awful. Not even your ‘everything shower’ could fix it. Having to keep it in a tight braid or ponytail all day wasn’t flattering you at all. Within seconds, your mind starts to wander off again and your thoughts are drifting away from reality as you imagine what her pretty hair must have looked like. It was probably all soft and shiny, blowdried and curled. The way you kept seeing it in pictures on your phone. Your hair couldn’t even compare. You couldn’t compare. This job has left you wounded, scarred, exhausted and dirty. Being like this paid well, and you did it not for yourself but for the people around you. But it did take its toll on you, to the point where you would often avoid looking into a mirror or reflective glass so that you wouldn’t have to remind yourself that you’re not all dolled up and taken care of like you used to be in your late teenage years. You didn’t look awful, but you felt as if you were neglecting yourself which made you feel worse.

You had started developing feelings for Simon about 6 months ago. Maybe even longer. It was crazy how long this ‘crush’ stayed. You hoped it would vanish as quickly as it arrived because he was your lieutenant and you had to professionally work with him.

There was a time when you started being nicer to him, putting all your social energy into trying to start a conversation with him but he’d just stare before turning away. His short-cut answers would put an end to your questions and attempts. Sometimes he wouldn’t even answer you at all. That hurt you the most, being ignored. Never once did he smile at you, even if you couldn’t see it you searched for the soft wrinkles in his eyes. But you never found them. Even when the whole task force was together and a few of them including Ghost would joke with each other, he never did it towards you. When they had their laughs you were never included. Soap would mention and bring you into conversation subconsciously many times but the second you’re involved, Ghost stops. He either retreats from the conversation or shuts it down and tells you all to focus.

Remembering all of this along with the additional information of him having some kind of relationship with a pretty girl he recently met, made your heart bleed and eyes tear up. You don’t blame him for not choosing you. You wouldn’t either. But it still hurt and quite frankly, curling up in a ball, in your bed and crying is all you wanted to do when you felt this way.

“What about you, Y/N?” Gaz asks, suddenly bringing you back to reality. You blink a few times before craning your neck to the side and looking at him. He was lying to your left. Soap was on your right and Ghost was the furthest away. It didn’t surprise you that he chose to be at such a distance from you but then again you hadn’t expected him to come outside with you at all.

“Hm?” you ask, forgetting whether they moved on from the topic of girlfriends and relationships. You hope they had.

“Who are you dating?” Gaz asks with a chuckle. The atmosphere stays light and cheerful, even when they don’t realise how your heart drops. You shift uncomfortably on the ground and bite your lip, thinking of what to answer. There’s no need to let all your worries out. You can dance around the subject as you always do. No one needs to know that you have absolutely no experience in this field. It might harm your image. Not to mention your feelings. You don’t think you could dare look either of them in the eye again out of complete embarrassment if they somehow found out.

Soap scoffs. “Good luck tryin` te` get that information out of her.” He seems to have some silent grudge against you because you’ve never opened up about this stuff to him. You’ve never talked to anyone about this. Even when Soap shares his experiences with you, you give him advice but he’s never received even a hint as to what your personal life is like. To say it bothers him is an understatement. He’s been trying to get you to confess at least something for months. But you’re too ashamed to tell him. Even if he is your closest friend on base, you don’t want anyone to know.

“No one.” you lowly reply, not letting any emotion tint your voice. That way they’ll have no idea whether you’re telling the truth or not.

Soap lets out a breathy laugh directed at Gaz. “Told you.”

Gaz seems to think you’re lying and that you’re just trying to conceal your relationship so he doesn’t stop. “Come on, you can trust us. Who else would we tell?” he turns to you and smiles. Your eyes flicker over to him before you quickly look away, hoping you won’t break in front of them.

“I bet there’s someone you’re thinking of.” he continues to push your buttons, gently nudging you in the shoulder but this time you don’t react.

“Ay, probably taking a break from ‘em after having to reject all the poor bastards that shoot their shot.” Soap chuckles. “So busy breakin’ ‘earts you’re lucky to get some time off at work.”

Their jokes would be funny to you if they weren’t about you. If only they knew that no one has ever approached you in that way. Not only does it break your heart but it confuses you. Clearly, Gaz and Soap think you’re attractive enough to have at least someone ask you out or for your number. But it’s never happened and you don’t understand why. The past few years you’ve decided to stop breaking your head over it. You don’t like the way you look, yet there are moments when you get home from deployment and dress nicely. Some days you feel pretty but no matter where you go, what you do to yourself or how you act, nothing ever happens. You’ve given up now. You’ve stopped trying. Going out with your friends used to be a fun adventure. That was until all that happened to them would involve guys they met or guys that attempted to swoon them. Everyone around you had had at least some kind of romantic or sexual experience. Everyone except you. You honestly don’t know what you’re doing wrong and you don’t know how people meet. Something like that happening to you seems so unrealistic you could laugh at yourself for all the times you’ve imagined yourself being with someone you liked. From a teenage girl to now. Remembering how you imagine and daydream of there being a possibility that Ghost could even like you in any way shape or form makes you sick. How can someone be so delusional?

You never liked comparing yourself to others, but with all this you did. And you realised that what you were didn’t seem to work for people. So you left it at that.

Why bother being sad about men when pets exist? When you can own your own house with as many plants as you want, as many animals as you can take care of and as many clothes or collective items you can fit.

That small motivational talk helps calm you down when you’re alone. But right now, you aren’t. You’re surrounded by your friends. Male friends who probably have no idea what you deal with. And on top of that, your lieutenant who you would give your life for. Even if he treats you like his worst soldier, you would.

“I’m not dating anyone.” you say, hoping they would leave you alone now. You even fake a small chuckle to fool them into thinking you’re feeling okay.

“Come one lass, there’s nothing to worry about.” Soap says, smiling to himself at what he thinks is your typical stubbornness.

Gaz peers over at you again, studying your face from the side. Even though he just heard you chuckle, your expression shows no sign of any amusement or joy. You’re blankly staring at the stars again and he notices you gulp nervously.

“Hey, no worries. It’s difficult as a soldier. Especially now when we haven’t been home in months.” Gaz attempts to soothe your anxiety. Doesn’t seem to be difficult for Ghost…

“Ay, don’t sweet talk ‘er. This is an interrogation, not a therapy session.” Soap says, seeming annoyed that Gaz is decreasing his chances of finding out who you’re dating. He can’t help it, he’s just naturally curious.

“You lack all interrogation skills, Johnny.” Ghost finally chimes in with his low voice.

Gaz grins but Soap isn’t letting you off the hook that easily. “All right then, you take over, LT.”

Your eyes widen just a tiny bit and for a moment, you wonder whether Ghost will actually start questioning you. You fear being interrogated by him, especially about this subject but the thought of actually having a proper conversation with him suddenly warms your chest and makes your tummy clench in something close to excitement.

There’s a moment of silence until he speaks up.

“No.”

Oh.

That’s it. That’s all Ghost answers. The sudden hope you felt in your body immediately dies down again and you return to your previous sulking state.

Of course, he won’t talk to you. Why would he?

“Forget now.” Gaz says, talking to you again. “Any crazy ex-boyfriends? I bet there’s been one that’s been mad.” he chuckles.

You sigh in silence and suddenly your chest seems heavy. Your heart races as you grow more nervous, so your fingers find each other and interlock.

“No crazy ex-boyfriends.” you say, not being able to push out a chuckle anymore. You’re starting to feel so upset that you’re losing the mental strength which holds up your wall. The one you use to keep them fooled and misinformed, it’s slowly crumbling.

“Forget crazy.” Soap jumps in, clearly getting impatient. “Just give me any bloody story ye’ have. Any ex-boyfriend, since ye’ don’t have a current one.” He says that as if he himself also isn’t believing you when you say you’re not dating.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” Gaz questions him, not understanding why Soap is so enthusiastic about bombarding you with personal questions.

“Because she never opens up. Not once. And I don’t know why.” Soap replies.

He’s expecting an answer from you and the silence is almost deafening.

You bite your lip to stop it from quivering before inhaling a shaky breath and speaking up.

“I have nothing to tell you.”

Soap scoffs, abruptly shifting to his side so that he can properly look at you. “Y/N, I can’t do this anymore.” he says, sounding like a child dying to know what’s in their wrapped Christmas gift. And Soap sounds desperate at this point too.

“Do ye’ not trust me?”

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Of course I trust you. With my life, you moron.” you say.

“Then what is it? Why won’t you tell me? Or anyone?” he says, not tearing his eyes from your still face. The fact that you haven’t looked at him yet has been noted and he’s trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“Because there’s nothing to tell.” you mumble, knowing very well that you are not lying to him. Soap interprets your answer as you shutting him out again and keeping your love life a secret but Ghost, he’s starting to understand what you mean. Despite that, he stays quiet.

“Y/N, yer’ killin’ me.” Soap grumbles, finally dropping it and turning back to his previous position. But now, of course, you feel awful for making him think he’s doing something wrong. And with all the emotions going through your head plus the fact that Ghost has been so quiet you almost forget he’s there, you almost burst into tears. Almost.

“I’m not lying, Soap.” you say and your own voice has grown softer and slightly sadder. “Nothing’s ever happened.”

Hey, if you’re having a small life crisis you might as well have it in front of the people you trust the most. Even if you’re in love with one of them.

Soap’s head turns back to you and he watches you shakily inhale again. Now he knows something must really be wrong.

“What’d you mean nothin’s ever happened?” he asks. His annoyed tone has completely vanished which makes Gaz question what is happening and Ghost’s assumption is confirmed.

“I’ve never had anything-” you say, palming your forehead in the stress of finally opening up. Sharing feels is so overwhelming you hate it. “With anyone.”

He lets the information sink in for a few long seconds before he asks again. “You’ve never dated?”

What a shocker.

You close your eyes and clench your jaw in embarrassment, hating being put on the spot like this. Your silence serves as a ‘yes’ to his question, but he doesn’t seem too worried.

“There’s no issue in that.” he chuckles. “Maybe just give one of your hookups a chance.”

There was a hardware worker at base one day and to fix the heating he had to do something to one of the pipes next to the vent in your room. One of the soldiers along with Soap later saw him exit your room and being the men they are, they immediately assumed you invited him in for some fun when in reality you weren’t even in your room with him.

“What hookups, Soap?” you ask, almost snapping at him. You hated how he was so convinced people found you attractive because it obviously wasn’t true. He looks at you again, wondering whether you’re being serious.

“When I say that nothing has ever happened, I mean nothing has ever happened.” You reply, spelling out the last part for him to get it through his thick head.

“You mean you’ve ne-” he starts but you don’t want to hear it. You’re fed up with his questions so you decide to just spill out everything to finally get him to shut up. Something you know you will regret later.

“I’ve never dated anyone, I’ve never had sex with anyone, I’ve never kissed anyone, no one ever asked me out or approached me because they found me attractive. I’ve never been called pretty by a guy or anything like that. Nothing.” You snap, your chest heaving after you finish that last sentence. You feel so stupid making such a huge deal out of your tiny problems so you snort and stifle a laugh, not believing that you let it all out.

There’s silence again until Soap sits up, peering down at you. His eyebrows are furrowed as he scans you over, almost as if he were looking for something wrong with you but he is unsuccessful. “I don’t believe that.” he says.

That’s it. You can’t argue with him about this anyone. Let alone the fact that you spilt one of your greatest most embarrassing secrets in front of Ghost makes you sick to the stomach. So you sigh, like you imagined not being able to look Soap or anyone in the eye. You get up, hiding your trembling hands in your pockets as you leave them behind and go back inside. All three of them sit up and follow you with their eyes until you’re out of sight.

You go straight to your room because the tears in your eyes are blurring your vision and you don’t want anyone else to see you in such a vulnerable state.

Argh you could throw up from being so dramatic. It made you sick enough seeing people act this way in drama movies but actually doing this made you want to disappear. Get your shit together and forget this ever happened.

Once in your room, you lock your door and crouch down on the ground, holding your head to calm down. It’s all too much. All of a sudden, you feel gross and dirty. Perhaps it’s the shame you feel, so you head to your bathroom, strip down and get in the shower, once again avoiding the mirror above your sink. In order to feel something else than embarrassment, you turn the tap on cold, forcing yourself to stand under the freezing water to distract yourself.

Once you’re cold enough, you step out again with trembling legs and hands, feeling as if something were missing from you but you can’t focus enough to figure out what it is.

Grabbing your towel you wrap yourself in it, holding back tears the entire time as you dry yourself and get dressed in your comfortable lounge clothes. You don’t plan on leaving your room anymore today, not even for dinner. After that whole show you gave them, you don’t feel hungry. You would probably throw up anything you swallowed while feeling like this.

The next hour goes by agonisingly slowly. All you do is sit on your bed in your dull room, nervously chewing on your fingernails as you remember everything you said and start to over-analyse their reactions. On top of that, you start to imagine what Ghost must have been thinking. Seeing his most hated soldier crumble like that in front of him must have been amusing. You know he will never get off your back for this.

God you wish he would like you. It doesn’t even have to be in a romantic sense. You just crave his validation. All you long for is a pat on your back or a few words of praise. A hug would be the best but even that is already too far stretched to be realistic. Everything else that shifts into the direction of romantic and sexual you’re too nervous to even think about.

You know he’s experienced and you’re not surprised. Look at him. He’s gorgeous, even if his face is hidden. You’re sure that he isn’t bad-looking. And even if there’s some huge scar he is hiding beneath it you wouldn’t care. You feel too attached to him to criticise him for his looks.

And now, he knows you have absolutely no experience which makes you feel like crying again. Even if something romantic were to happen to you now with anyone, you’d be too nervous to mess it up. Especially with Ghost. You might as well spare him the uncomfortable experience. Perhaps it’s better this way. Yes, it definitely is. You promise yourself to never bring that up again and never complain about such a petty thing as being loved. Not when you’ve seen people die. Not when you’ve almost died.

Your phone buzzes for the first time this evening and you just stare at it from a distance, not sure whether you want to check and see who sent you a message. It’s probably Soap making sure you two are still on good terms. You manage to ignore it for a few more minutes until your curiosity takes over and you unlock your phone.

In the next few moments, you don’t move a muscle, just staring at your screen in shock of who the sender is.

Lieutenant “Ghost” Riley

Dinner now. You’re late. Kitchen closes in 30.

Your lips are parted in surprise as you keep rereading the message. It’s the first one he’s ever sent you. It’s a mandatory rule for everyone in the task force to be able to contact each other so you’ve had his contacts since the beginning but after he didn’t reply to one of your questions during the time you were trying to impress him and get on his good side, you never messaged him again.

Well, to be honest, you always try to impress him. You try so much harder than everyone else in silent attempts for him to notice your good work, but nothing ever comes of it.

Why would he suddenly write to you now? You’ve missed dinner a few times before when you were too busy finishing tasks, chores or paperwork.

As much as you feel the need to follow his orders and obey him, no matter how hurt you are, today you just can’t. You feel like you would die if you would have to face him again after all that. There’s no way you can put up with more today. So you turn your screen off, putting your phone into the drawer of your nightstand and once again sitting motionless on the bed.

You still feel so embarrassed that it makes you sick so you decide to try things you’ve heard help others. A girl once told you that she ‘glams’ herself up when she’s upset and that it makes her feel better. So you slowly get up and head back to the bathroom, washing your face, applying your moisturising cream to help calm you down, opening your braid, brushing through your now wavy hair, and spraying yourself with the unopened body spray you bought before deployment. Great.

Now you’re clean and might smell a bit better, but you still feel like shit. And you conclude that this is how it will be for the rest of the day. Well, the few hours you have left until lights-out.

So you curl up in bed once more, hugging your pillow and softly sniffling and sobbing until your red, glassy eyes hurt.

30 minutes pass and you haven’t shown up for dinner. You lose all energy from crying until eventually, your sobs quiet down. Now, silent tears roll down your cheeks and you start developing a small headache from all of it.

Your eyes grow heavy from time to time and you’re ready to fall asleep when a sudden noise makes your eyes shoot open. You stay still, wondering whether you heard it right or whether you were really starting to lose it. But then you hear it again.

It’s a knock on your door. And this time it’s firmer, making you more scared than nervous to open it.

You ignore it, not needing to deal with Soap or Gaz and their apologies or advice right now.

But whoever is behind the door is determined to get you to open it, so they knock again, even harder.

Your embarrassment is now extinguished by the fear of the consequences if you keep ignoring the person, so you annoyedly get up from your bed, dragging your feet on the ground as you reach the door, unlocking it before opening it.

Your heart drops again and you are still like a deer in headlights. And here you were thinking it just cannot get worse. Well, it just did.

It’s Ghost…

He’s towering over you as he always does, making you feel tiny with the body mass he carries. You stare into his eyes in shock, noticing his displeased look with how long it took you to open the door. But that glare seems to fade as his eyes scan you.

You look away, fixing your eyes on the door frame suddenly realising you don’t look presentable as usual in your uniform. And you’re still blinking away tears to unblur your vision. But there is no doubt about the fact that he can see your red nose and eyes.

“What can I do for you, sir?” you force yourself to say, still not feeling confident enough to meet his intimidating eyes again.

He takes a moment before he answers, suddenly lifting the tray in his hands. You hadn’t even noticed he was holding it.

“You’re eating dinner whether you like it or not. Don’t need your performance faltering tomorrow.” he lowly says, offering you the tray he brought you with some still-warm food.

Your aching heart warms at this small gesture, despite him explaining that it’s for professional purposes only. But you don’t feel hungry.

“I’m okay, sir. I’m not hu-”

“I wasn’t asking, Y/N.” he says, keeping his hard eyes on yours.

He’s never used your real name before. Ghost always addressed you as Sergeant.

You swallow nervously, hesitating to take it but he seems to have lost his patience with you, so he pushes past you and into your room. You stand at the doorway, speechless when he places the tray down on your small round table. After watching him sit down you decide to close your room door again, just staring at him.

What is happening right now?

He glances up at you. “Sit down and eat, now.” he sternly orders you and naturally you listen, sitting across from him and slowly picking up the fork he brought you with your meal. Ghost seems to want to make sure you eat the food instead of just leaving the tray untouched, so he stays. His authoritative presence is enough to eliminate any ideas of disobeying his orders from your mind.

For a few minutes, there is silence again while you force small forkfuls of food into you, but it’s not as uncomfortable as you expect. He seems to be in deep thought and you’re too nervous to bring him out of it.

Then, Simon- … Ghost leans back in his chair, his legs naturally spread as they always are when he sits. He adjusts his balaclava, not wearing his full mask since we’ve been staying at base most days. Next, he starts taking his gloves off and you curiously watch him, still trying to assess the situation and his mood. His slight impatience with you seems to have worn off and now he just looks relaxed and tired. A state in which you almost never see him in.

He catches your lingering eyes, staring right back at you which almost gives you a fright. Immediately your eyes fixate on your food tray again while his stay on you a little longer, before his bare hand reaches into his pocket.

“You left this outside.” he tells you, pulling out the bracelet you always wear. The one you felt was missing after your shower. He kept it in his pocket this whole time.

You stare at it as he places it in the middle of the table, not expecting him to care about a few strings and beads. Especially not if he knew they belonged to you.

“Oh… Thank you.” you softly say, putting the fork down and slowly picking it up, sliding it back on your left wrist where it always sits.

He grunts in response, leaning back again and eyeing you which quickly reminds you that you should keep eating. Soon, you’re done with the meal he brought you, downing it with a glass of water. Ghost is scanning over your room. It’s not that different from the other ones. All everyone has is a bag of clothes and personal belongings. There’s no point in decorating when we might be moving out the next day.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?” you ask, wondering what he’s thinking while you try to keep it as professional as possible. It helps you forget how unprofessional your behaviour was a couple of hours ago.

Ghost’s eyes slowly leave your wall and find you. He’s just staring again as if he were contemplating how to answer your question.

After almost a minute he answers, his balaclava slightly shifting on his face as he talks.

“I told Johnny off for the questioning.”

His words surprised you but you wish he wouldn’t have said them. Reminding you of the fool you made of yourself has you shift uncomfortably on the chair. You feel your face heat up although you’re not sure it ever cooled down. His presence and your crying have kept your cheeks flushed this whole time.

“He’ll be taking over fatigue duty for you tomorrow.” Ghost adds. The chores he assigned to you as usual which just seemed to overwork you were finally handed to someone else. But you feel bad for having Soap do them. He meant well, you know that. Soap never has bad intentions with you.

“You didn’t have to do that, sir.” You say, glancing up at him to try and read his neutral expression.

“You didn’t deserve that.” he tells you, almost cutting you off.

His words confuse you. What happened was your own cause. You didn’t have to answer any of their questions but in the heat of the moment you chose to share. But what’s even more confusing is the fact that it’s Simon- fucking hell, Ghost saying it. Ghost who assigns you extra tasks and treats you coldly for who knows what reason, is telling you that you didn’t deserve to be treated badly. It doesn’t make sense to you.

“Any of it.” he mumbles, leaning his arms on his thighs as he leans forward. His bare hands clasp together as he fixes his gaze on the table. He’s in deep thought and you don’t dare to interrupt it.

It’s quiet for a while until he runs a hand over his covered face in stress, sighing.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” he finally speaks up again, looking at you with guilty eyes.

Now it’s your turn to just stare at him. You don’t understand. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you tilt your head a little to the left, questioning his words and expression.

“What for, sir?” you ask.

God, you’re so innocent it almost breaks him. He knows he’s been harsh towards you, often making you reach your absolute limit with tasks he knows he should have assigned to someone else.

“I was being unfair to you.” he says. He used to think you could take it all. And you were able to. But eventually, everyone crumbles down and it just so happened to hit you today.

You rethink how Ghost has been treating you and you know he’s right, but you don’t give him a reaction. Nodding to his words seems wrong but disagreeing wouldn’t be right either.

Now Ghost is remembering what happened earlier and it makes him feel worse about his behaviour. But he isn’t here because he’s sorry for you. He wouldn’t sit in someone's room and talk to them just because he feels bad. He rarely feels sympathetic towards people.

“Fuck’s sake…” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose to gather himself. Your silence is destroying him too but he doesn’t expect you to answer him or talk to him.

It’s been months of him holding back. He’s only human too, he can’t hold back any longer. Seeing your emotions show today kickstarted his own to start piling on top of him.

“Why did you do it?” you ask boldly. Seeing him so stressed makes you feel like you can start addressing him without calling him ‘sir’ in every sentence.

Ghost doesn’t feel anything holding him back. You’re both currently not working and there is no one to witness this conversation. He has no reason to be the cold lieutenant he usually is towards you. So both of your professionality falters slightly. And your presence affects him too but in the opposite way. He makes you feel intimidated because you find it hard to read his emotions but you make him feel welcome. Ghost knows you’re a good person with a big heart. Even though he may have taken advantage of your willingness before by assigning you more chores, he feels that your room is a safe space.

“I was trying to keep things professional.” he says, rubbing his hands together before looking at you. He isn’t nervous. Ghost never is. But you can see that something is bothering him.

“You distract me.”

His words burn a hole into your chest. Is he trying to make things worse again? You don’t know how you distract him, you have no idea what it means but it doesn’t mean anything good to you. Were you so bad at your job in his eyes that he had to keep you busy with work to stay focused? At this point, your mind is racing with similar thoughts while Ghost closely watches your reaction. His dark eyes start to notice your panic developing.

What he said was just insulting to you. You couldn’t read in between the lines. How? You’re inexperience blinds you.

“I really don’t need to be hearing this now.” You say, getting up from your chair and walking towards your door. Simon abruptly stands up with you, watching the situation unfold against his favour. Remembering you say you’ve never been asked out or with anyone, he realises he wasn’t being clear enough. He hates spelling things out to people, especially confessions. But he had to save this. He couldn’t mess it up with you. Not after all the damage he’s already done.

“If you came here to insult and lecture me you can leave.” You tell him, your voice breaking again. Why does everything have to always come crashing down on you?

Ghost is taking careful steps towards you as you speak. Suddenly, you reach for the door handle behind you, starting to open the door but he springs into action, firmly slamming the door closed again. The sudden noise makes you flinch, letting go of the door handle and turning around to him.

That’s when you notice how close he is to you. Ghost is a head taller than you, peering down at you while keeping his palm flat on the door. His body is keeping you caged in between him and the door but you don’t feel happy and excited as you thought you would in this situation. Even though you’ve dreamt of him being this close, his words have completely confused and broken you, leaving you distraught with no idea what to do.

You clasp your face in your hands, trying your absolute best not to cry in front of him.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you ask with a quivering voice, not wanting to look him in his eyes.

Ghost watches you, feeling apologetic but he isn’t sure what to do.

“Why do you keep punishing me for liking you?” you ask, almost breaking out into a sob.

His steady breathing halts once he hears your words, but he doesn’t move away from you.

“I know it was wrong and I-” you sniffle, inhaling deeply to calm yourself before you continue.

“ I tried to apologise to you, but then you got sent away.” You’re still covering your face with your trembling hands. “A- and when you came back there was no right moment to bring it up again.”

A few months back, when you were still delusional enough to attempt to get Ghost to like you, he harshly shut you down by doubling your tasks. Often refusing to acknowledge your presence hurt you even more than the physical labour, like walking right by you and not greeting you anymore. Not even glancing at you.

His sudden colder, or colder behaviour made you realise he must have seen through your pathetic attempts of getting his attention. He must have been disappointed and disgusted by you. That’s what you felt like every time he would talk to all his soldiers but completely avoid you.

Ghost is staring at you in disbelief, trying to register everything you were telling him.

“I know it was unprofessional and I’m sorry-” you say “but I don’t think I can keep doing this.”

The workload of assignments have absolutely wrung you of your usually positive energy. It’s why you’ve been less motivated, more tired and more snappy. Soap has been at the receiving end of your bad mood and you hate yourself for letting it get that far.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” Ghost asks, breaking his silence.

Finally, you remove your hands from your flushed and tear-stained face, peering up at him with watery eyes which make his heart sink. But you can’t bring yourself to say all that again.

“You like me?” he asks in his usual neutral tone, raising an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”

His calmness is riling you up and you’re not sure whether you want to slap him for it or sit on the floor and cry your eyes out.

You sigh heavily, closing your eyes to rethink the painful words you’re about to share with him before looking back up and saying them.

“In June…” you start, struggling to put the words together but suddenly Ghost is very patient with you. He isn’t urging you on, he’s waiting for you.

“I had feelings for you. And I tried telling you, but before I could you-” You whimper, remembering how you felt that day. “You started to hate me even more than before.”

Your confession leaves him speechless. He can’t believe the words he’s hearing.

“I promised I would never bring it up, hoping it would get better but it never did. And after I made a fool of myself again today I-” you stutter your way through the sentence, feeling completely heartbroken and weak.

“You didn’t make a fool of yourself.” he intervenes, not wanting to hear you talk badly about yourself anymore.

“Of course not, I just shared what an inexperienced bitch I am and made a huge fucking fuss over something so unimportant I could-” you groan in sarcasm and self-hatred, palming your forehead in stress again and not being able to finish the sentence.

All the overwhelming emotions you feel have made you forget that you’re talking to your superior. Now it feels like you’re talking to just Ghost, not Lieutenant Riley anymore.

Ghost couldn’t explain why he hated you talking badly about yourself so much, but he did. If he ever heard anyone insult or demean you in any way, he punished them. He would protect you whenever he could, even if you couldn’t see him do it. Even if it was from yourself.

To try and help you out of your spiraling, he brings up another piece of information you confessed which made his heart skip a beat.

“You had feelings for me?” he asks. When you ignore his question and stare at your feet, he removes his hand from the door and gently places his finger under your chin. The sudden contact takes you by surprise and you let him lift your gaze back up to him. Instead of pulling away, Ghost chooses to keep his hand there, in case you try to hide your face again.

“Come on, answer me sweetheart.” he softly says and pleasedly watches how your eyes widen at the pet name. He can tell that you’re not used to it at all.

You’ve given up on trying to shy away from him. Your ego and pride have been completely demolished. Might as well listen to him.

“Yes.” I mumble in shame, looking at him with sad eyes. Ghost notices that you have no energy in you to hide anymore. Not from him. Your eyes are tired, looking at him in utter despair.

“And what about now?” he asks. His voice is almost comforting, tricking you into being honest with him and opening up for once, or twice in your life.

But you swore to yourself you would stop. You couldn’t dissapoint him further, so you lied. With the remaining energy you had, you lied.

“No, sir. I promised I would stop. I tried and I-” You whimper, letting another hot tear roll down your cheek and onto his thumb.

You addressing him as a superior at this time made him feel awful. Such a good soldier you are, trying your best to stay focused and professional. Even when he is the one overstepping that boundary you two should have.

“Y/N, a good soldier is honest.” he says, seeing right through your lie. Your eyes gave you away, nervously watching his to see if he fell for it. Ghost can never be fooled. He knows your will to be good at your job is bigger than your ego, so you instantly give in, betraying yourself.

“I’m sorry-” You start to sob now, removing your head from his soft touch to look down and rub your eyes. He lets you.

“So fucking pathetic.” you mumble into your palms between hiccups and small sobs. “Stupid fucking little girl.” you curse at yourself for ever believing he could like you.

Ghost can’t take it anymore. He can’t stand watching you destroy yourself for another minute for thinking something so far from the truth. You are clearly 100% convinced he despises you and he just can’t let you go down this path anymore. Even if this puts both his and your jobs and careers at risk, he has to help you. To ease your pain and let you see who you are through his eyes.

He takes a last moment, looking at you with sad eyes before he oversteps the boundary forever. It’s irreversible once he voices his real thoughts and wants.

“Can I kiss you?” Ghost softly asks.

Your crying quiets down when you replay what he said in his head, wondering whether you heard him correctly. You look up at him and he manages to see a tiny spark of hope in your broken soul.

“What?” you ask, needing to be sure you’re not going crazy.

He’d never asked anyone before. Usually, it fit the moment or the other woman would initiate it.

But Ghost doesn’t mind. Not with you. You’re different to him. He’s been trying to get rid of you from his head for months but nothing has worked. He’s never felt so drawn to anyone in his life like he feels drawn to you. And he’s been giving it his all to hide it so that he could remain the professional and intimidating Lieutenant he is to his Sergeants. But it didn’t work with you.

“Can I kiss you?” he repeats, not breaking eye contact. You can see he isn’t joking. Ghost is being serious. He means what he just said and suddenly, your problems fade. He is all you can think about.

His hand which was previously holding your chin, now comes up to his face, pulling his balaclava up to his nose to expose his perfect mouth and jaw to you.

You continue to stare up at him but this time in shameless admiration, completely dumbfounded by his request and actions. Then your eyes flicker to his lips which encourages Ghost to slowly lean down. His eyes stay trained on your face, watching out for any signs of resistance or fear but he finds none. Your eyes follow his movements until his nose brushes against yours. You can feel his warm breath fan against your cheeks and your heart thumping in your chest. His lips are just millimetres from your own.

Yet even in the beautiful heat of the moment, you’re too self-conscious to close the gap. Instead, you keenly look at him, completely thriving in how close he is to you. The heat radiating from his body not only warming your skin but your heart.

Ghost notices your shyness, but still not sensing any resistance. He can’t help himself anymore. He’s longer for this for so long, he has to feel you. And if you decide against it after he has done what he wishes he can, he will stop. If it helps you, he would let you shout at him or hit him. But he just needs to feel your soft lips against his. Especially after your confession has him hoping something could become of this.

So Ghost closes the gap between your lips, gently placing his lips against yours and finally kissing you after months of torture.

You can barely describe the feeling but it feels right. The kiss is so comforting you melt right against him, welcoming his touch. It’s so much better than anything you could have imagined. But nothing lasts forever, and after a few long seconds, he pulls away again, leaving you speechless.

Now you’re really fucked. You know that you could never again even try to hide your feelings for him after this. You’re so in love with him that it hurts.

His large, scarred hand comes up to your face again. Despite it usually handling things roughly, its touch is gentle as it strokes a thumb over your wettened cheek. His usually cold and hard eyes have relaxed and his gaze softened.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” he says, once again scanning the features of your face in adoration. Your lips part as if you want to say something but no words come out.

Again, it doesn’t look like he is joking. Does he mean it?

“I don’t understand…” I mumble, stupidly looking at him for answers.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you.” he says, not seeming nervous about his confession at all.

Ghost is sure he loves you. It terrified him when he first realised this but now it makes him happy and he wants you to feel his comfort too. You manage to keep him grounded and even though he’s been distant, he’s found so much comfort in your presence, your pretty voice and now your touch. You’re perfect to him and he needs you to know it. Especially after finding out how much you don’t believe it.

He sees the shock in your eyes and although he wishes it weren’t so difficult for you to believe him, he gives you time to process his confession. Given the fact that he now knows you’ve never been in any relationship, he lets you take your time to gather yourself. So while he waits as your mind loads, his fingers fidget with your hair.

He’s always admired how you manage to tame it into your various hairstyles. Your braids, your sleek ponytails, the occasional buns and on rest days, your adorable pigtails or just let down hair.

While in deep thought you almost dissociate from reality until he gently curls a small strand of your freshly washed hair around his finger and tucks the strand behind your ear again. He seems almost mesmerised by the way your hair frames you face and it confirms to you that his confession is real.

Does he like your hair? Even after he saw the pretty hair of the girl in the bar? You have to ask.

“And her?” you ask, no longer feeling like crying. It’s as if his careful touch has already healed a part of you.

“Who?” he asks, not following your train of thought.

“The girl from the bar.” You say, watching him furrow his eyebrows slightly.

“What about her?” he asks you. Suddenly, you’re afraid that he might still have something going on with her. Or that he will become defensive of her.

“Do you like her?” you ask, feeling anxious again.

Ghost shakes his head, not looking away from you. “No.”

“What happened?” You ask, wanting to know how serious it was. “Between you and her, I mean.”

He exhales through his nose. “It was just one night. Nothing special.” Ghost answers.

But to you, one night means a lot. You’ve never had it so you can’t imagine how someone can shrug sex off like it’s nothing.

He can see you aren’t convinced and that you remain doubtful.

“Y/N, look at me.” he says, hoping you will listen. Luckily you do.

“She means nothing to me. I don’t even know her name.”

“Do you wish you would?” You ask again, speaking before thinking it through. In the back of your mind, you’re afraid he will start to get annoyed which would confirm that he might still feel something towards her. But Ghost is completely calm. He has the most important person in the world in front of him. He wouldn’t want anything else.

“No. never.” he answers. “There was nothing there. No feelings. No connection.”

You nod, knowing there is nothing you can do about it. But no matter how much he tries to reassure you of things, you feel slight jealousy as before.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. I don’t want to be with anyone else than you.” Ghost says, taking your small hands into his to keep your attention on him.

But you still look hurt. He can see it, so he gives up on trying to spare you the details of his confession and just lets it out.

“I thought you were busy with someone else, so I didn’t even try to go after you.” Ghost confesses, making you tilt your head.

“I didn’t want to ruin your life by involving myself. I’ve seen a lot and I know you have too, but I didn’t want to put you in any unnecessary danger just because I felt some way about you.”

He takes a deep breath, straightening his posture and glancing up at the ceiling before looking back down at you.

“You’re so beautiful and perfect in every way I can think of, any man would be bloody foolish not to try and ask you out.” he continues.

“When you mentioned earlier that you’ve never experienced anything like that, I couldn’t believe it.”

To Ghost, you seemed like such an out-of-his-league girl that you’d have guys constantly chasing you. To this very moment, he still doesn’t understand how they are not all over you, but he won’t complain because he’s shooting his shot now. And there is nothing that can stop him. He’s locked on target and that is, loving you, being with you, making you his and showing you how perfect you truly are.

“I had to use my chance. For once in my life when things seem to be working out.” he tells you, referring to your own confession which left him speechless.

“You’re all I want, Y/N. I’d fuckin’ kill for you.” he says, cupping your cheek and deeply looking into your eyes.

There’s a hint of desperation in his voice which is reflected in his eyes too. He means it. Oh my god, Ghost means it and you couldn’t be happier. The contrast between things hitting rock bottom and suddenly feeling like the best moments in your life in just minutes is crazy to you.

“I love you.” You blurt out, feeling like you’re flooded with emotions of love and happiness and you just need to share them with him.

Ghost feels relief wash over him. Even though you confessed your feelings a few minutes ago, he’s so glad you’ve confirmed it again. Hearing that makes him the happiest man alive.

“Fuck.” he breathes. “I love you.” Ghost says, gently letting his hand glide down to your waist and pull you against him. He leans his head down

But suddenly, a wave of panic washes over you and you tense up, taking a step back. Your reaction makes Ghost stop his movements and look down at you for anything that could have happened or changed.

You almost feel bad for pulling away, especially after the wonderful moment you two shared. You don’t want him to think you weren’t telling the truth.

“Hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything.” he assures you, slightly shifting backwards to give you some space.

You bite your lip, trying to understand yourself so that you can explain it to him and assure him, he’s done nothing wrong.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he says, not sure what he’s done wrong but wanting to do everything in his power to make it right.

“No, you didn’t. Sorry, I just-” You say, intertwining your fingers nervously at having to mention your most embarrassing secret again.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to..” You say, trailing off.

But Ghost understands what you’re trying to say.

“I know.” he assures you, gently cupping your cheek again before letting his fingers trail down to your exposed collarbone.

“Nothing to be sorry about, love.”

The pet name makes your heart flutter.

“I just- really don’t want to mess it up.” you admit, your eyes nervously flickering between his.

You know you’ve kissed already, but that was a short peck on the lips. There was no movement or further escalation. You just enjoyed the feeling of being so close. Now, you’re worried you’ll mess up if he takes things further and starts to make out with you. Something you’ve dreamed of but also something that terrifies you. You don’t want to ruin it for him. He means too much to you.

“I want to be good for you.” You whine, not looking away from him.

Your words make Ghost’s heart race, his stomach twist in excitement and his lips turn up into a wicked grin.

“God, every time I think you’re perfect, you just get better and better.” he curses under his breath, practically growling.

Your words make Ghost remember he is more than his callsign. He’s Simon. And it makes him feel cared for by you. He feels appreciated. Something he hasn’t felt as an adult or as a kid. You’re his safe space. And watching you wreck your beautiful head over something as small as pleasing him, has him knowing that you really care for him. That what the two of you have going on is more than just attraction.

“Let me guide you. I promise I’ll make you feel good.” he breathily says, trying his best to convince you because god, you’re driving him feral. Your cute, innocent confessions and worries have him realising he’s hit the jackpot with you.

You can’t deny that this whole situation and crisis hasn’t left you frustrated. Especially him coming into your room and then kissing you. Your panties have been dampening since he was standing at your door with your food.

So you finally try to forget your worries and give in to your longing. Eagerly nodding at Ghost and pressing yourself against him makes him lean down once more and connect your lips. This time, the kiss is more passionate, but Ghost is gentle and slow with you, making it easier for you to keep up. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so he keeps a steady pace as your mouths mould against each other in synch.

You stutter in your movements a few times, having your pace and rhythm falter but Ghost doesn’t mind at all. He takes control by holding your face in his right hand and pressing your body closer to him by wrapping his left arm around your waist.

You run your hands up his chest, holding onto his strong shoulders before once again relaxing into him and loosely draping your arms around his neck. Being cradled in his arms like this makes you feel so safe, all the tension from earlier is slowly being released and eased off.

The two of you continue to kiss and it gets easier for you with each passing second until you don’t think about what you’re doing anymore, you just do what feels right. And it works. Eventually, you both pull away for air and once you’ve filled your lungs with oxygen again, you look up at Ghost who is smiling down at you and you have to laugh.

Suddenly, being so worried and nervous about all of this seems silly and funny to you, so you laugh. Ghost’s smile widens and he chuckles, enjoying how your mood has changed.

You wrap your arms around his middle, hugging him and letting your laughs and giggles die down as you muffle them in the fabric of his clothes. Ghost holds you close to him, thriving in this long-needed affection which you both have been deprived of your whole lives. No hookup he’s ever had could even compare to just holding and hugging you.

The two of you stay like that for a few more minutes until Ghost removes one arm to glance at his watch.

“It’s getting late.” he softly speaks, peering down at you. You don’t want to let him go and he doesn’t want to stop holding you, but he reminds himself that he intruded into your personal space and perhaps you feel like you need to take a small break to digest everything that’s happened. At least he wants to give you the option of retreating and the possibility of gaining your privacy back.

But you don’t move. In fact, your arms hold onto him even tighter than before which makes Ghost sigh in comfort.

“I don’t want you to leave.” you mumble into him, the words being muffled.

Ghost chuckles, picking up on your pouty tone but not your actual words.

“What did you say, love?”

You turn your head to look up at him. “I don’t want you to leave.” you say, waiting for a response. But Ghost can’t give you one.

He isn’t sure if it’s right to stay. Not only because someone could see you two leaving the same room in the morning, but most importantly, he doesn’t want to take advantage of you. Even if you’re willing, he feels hesitant about putting you through so much in the very beginning. If he could choose, he would wish to slowly ease you into things, no matter how much he wants to stay with you, how much he’s imagined sharing a bed with you, or how aroused he’s gotten during your kiss. The main thing that matters to him is you.

“Please.” you plead. “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”

He gazes down upon you for a few more seconds before deciding to fulfil your wishes. How can he say no when you ask him so nicely?

“Okay.” he softly grunts, running his hand up and down your back a few times before pressing a small kiss to the top of your head. He keeps his head hanging low for a few more seconds, filling his lungs with your beautiful scent.

“You smell so good.” he whispers and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You smile up at him before the two of you pull away.

You clean up the table a little, letting Ghost use your bathroom to get ready. Luckily he’s already out of his work clothes and in his comfortable ones. You settle down in your bed, scooting to the side by the wall so that Ghost can have some space. This whole time you can’t wipe the smile from your face and you just keep grinning like a love-struck idiot.

You take your hoodie off for bed, leaving you only in your satin pyjama top and shorts. While waiting for him you fiddle with your hair, starting to think that maybe it doesn’t look so bad after all. But even though you may look calm, your heart is racing again. To be honest, it’s never stopped hammering in your chest. The past hour has been an adventure. You can’t believe that a man as perfect as Ghost is attracted to you. More than that, he loves you. And that he will be sleeping in your room and even more specifically your bed makes you want to squeal into your pillow. But you don’t, you try to keep your cool because he could come out any second.

After a few more minutes, Ghost comes out of your bathroom with slightly damp skin on his arms. He’s taken his jumper off, only wearing his clean jeans and a shirt which looks like it could tear if puffs out his chest. His balaclava stays on as usual, but god he looks so dreamy. He’s washed off the black makeup he uses around his eyes, letting you see him a little more. And you love it.

You give him the biggest smile lifting up your blanket for him to settle down next to you.

“Are you sure?” he asks, glancing over you and then over the bed. “I can take the floor.” his gruff voice suggests.

But you shake your head. “No, you’ll be cold.”

Ghost still seems a little hesitant about taking up the space of your bed. Your safe space. But your pleading eyes once again manage to convince him, so he settles down in his clothes, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. You throw your blanket over him, settling against his side carefully. You hope he is okay with this amount of physical contact. He is. Ghost couldn’t be happier. He lifts his arm for you, letting you cuddle up against his side because the bed really isn’t big enough for you to both lay next to each other and not touch.

“Thank you for bringing me dinner.” I mumble while he turns the light on your nightstand off. Even with the lamp off, your room isn’t dark. They never are. The creaks around the door which let the hall light in, help you still see Ghost.

“Needed to make sure you were okay.” he softly says, staring up at the ceiling while his large arm holds you close to him.

“I wasn’t.” you chuckle, remembering the crisis you were having.

“How about now?” he asks, slightly turning his head to peer down on you.

“Now I’m more than okay.” you smile, draping an arm around his middle. “But I need one more kiss.” you pout, missing the feeling of his lips already. The corners of his mouth lift up at your request.

“Can I?” you ask him and he nods.

“Of course. Come here.” Ghost answers, lifting his arm to let you move. His heart warms at the fact that you want to be this close to him. He isn’t used to being loved, so even though this amount of affection is slightly new to him too, he is experienced enough to guide you both through it.

You shift off the mattress and on all fours next to him so that you can reach his face. He’s kept his balaclava pulled up to his nose and you scan over it before slowly leaning in, feeling slightly more confident now. Ghost lets you handle things so that you can discover what you like and what feels good to you. So he’s slow and careful, cupping your cheek but otherwise keeping his hands to himself.

Kissing him honestly makes you forget all the problems in the world. It’s just the two of you sharing this moment. But neither of you pulls away. Occasionally, you move back an inch just to get air for one second before leaning in again.

Ghost always pulls your face back to his and after a few minutes, the kiss becomes heated. His fingers tangle in your hair at the back of your head, holding you close to him while he ravishes you. His tongue runs along your bottom lip teasingly, trying to encourage you to open your mouth for him. Ghost’s hand slightly tightens in your hair making you let out a soft gasp which he immediately muffles with his mouth.

His tongue slips past your lips, meeting yours and finally tasting you.

You sigh happily into the kiss, letting him take full control even though he is the one under you. While your jaws continue to move in synch, Ghost sits up to lean against your bed frame, only momentarily pulling away before meeting your soft lips again. Trying to get more comfortable, your body moves over his until your thighs are on either side of his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands slowly travel up his chest and you grab onto a piece of his shirt, curling your fist around it.

You pull away for a second, leaving your faces just centimetres apart. Your hazy, half-lidded eyes meet his wild ones.

“Please touch me.” you whisper out your plea. You watch his eyes widen before he smirks.

His arms lift up and one grabs your hip while the other runs up and down your waist. Before you know it, he’s the one leaning forward and kissing you again. This time both your hands are all over the other.

You’re leaning forward so that his head can rest against the bed backboard while you run your hands along his muscly shoulders and upper arms. He listens to you and starts to touch you as well, mainly gliding his hands up and down your waist as if he were trying to memorise the shape. But soon enough, one of his hands travels down your leg, squeezing the exposed soft flesh of your mid-thigh. Your shorts weren’t hiding much.

Without thinking about it, you fully seat yourself on Ghost and hear him softly groan against your lips when your clothed cores meet. He’s hard, you can feel it through his jeans. Something you would prefer he wouldn’t be sleeping in because it’s not comfortable.

Attempting to take things further, you press yourself further against him, starting to softly roll your hips back and forth. Your little movements and heavy breaths drive Ghost wild. Especially when he reminds himself this is the first time you’re ever doing anything like this. He gets to have you completely to himself.

“Fuck- that’s it sweetheart.” he grunts, digging his fingertips into your hips, guiding your movements with his strong hands and increasing the pressure. His words send electricity straight to your now throbbing pussy.

Your kiss has been interrupted by the need to breathe again. Your head is hanging next to his so that you can hear each other’s every breath and pant.

When your clothed clit nudges against the button on his jeans, right above his crotch you whimper in pleasure. You’ve pleasured yourself before but just the pure fact that it was Ghost who was with you and encouraging you to do this made everything feel so much better and so much more sensitive. Your body reacted to every single touch he gave you, whether it be his fingertips, his lips, or his erection beneath you.

“God you look so good like this.” he breathes out, his eyes focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure every time you hit the right spot.

You lock eyes once more before you press your forehead against his covered one. “I want you.” you whisper. You’ve longed for this for so long. You’ve longer for him. You don’t think you can resist him

Simon stops grinding you down on him, stilling your movements as you just gaze into each other's eyes. Something changes in the way he’s looking at you. It was all loving and caring before, but now his eyes have grown darker. Ghost is examining the way your pupils have dilated, staring longer than usual because the dimly lit room is slightly concealing your face.

“Are you sure?” he asks, trying to sound as comforting as possible but you can hear the small hint of desperation he is trying to hide so as to not make you feel obliged to sleep with him. Ghost is so turned on by you that he’s struggling to think straight. But for you, he will always put his needs and his pleasure aside just to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.

“Yes.” you confirm. “I want this with you.” you say, stroking his jawline with your fingertip.

He smiles at you, giving you a soft nod.

“Just, please go slow.” you hesitantly add, which just widens his smile.

“Of course, love.” he reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let me take care of you.”

You nod, letting him gently move you off of him and back against the mattress. He leans over to your nightstand and switches the light back on.

“I want to see you.” he says, answering your questioning look. He really cares. It’s not just sex.

He starts peppering kisses along your jaw, neck and over your collarbones before his hand starts to gently tug and fumble with your top. Ghost is a tease in bed, he often can’t help it but instead of letting him prolong the foreplay even longer, you pull your top over your head, throwing it down next to the bed.

He doesn’t complain. Your eagerness actually makes him prefer your way over his tactics.

“So fuckin’ beautiful…” he murmurs, finally feasting his eyes on your bare chest.

His large hand comes up to cup your left breast, softly playing with your nipple before he continues his kisses, peppering them between your breasts and inhaling your scent again.

You moan when he wraps his lips around your right nipple, gently sucking on it and licking around the bud, while his left-hand starts to massage your breast. When people described this to you before, you didn’t understand how it could feel good but god, Ghost’s mouth is so skilled, you’re not surprised anymore. It feels so new but so comforting a good you can’t help but squirm beneath him.

He removes his lips from you and grins, loving how sensitive you are.

His parted lips and nose trail further down your body until they reach your navel. His teeth skim your skin and he takes the fabric of your shorts between his teeth, pulling it downwards just an inch before looking back up at you for permission.

You nod, biting your lower lip and slightly lifting your hips off the bed to help him pull the cloth down your legs. He discards it on the ground after cursing to himself when he sees your bare, glistening pussy right in front of him. Out of instinct and because you’re not used to being so exposed, especially to his predatory eyes, you close your legs.

But Ghosts’s hands are on your knees in seconds.

“Don’t hide, baby.” he coos, letting you nod and slowly start to part your legs before he does it for you, completely splaying you out for him.

“Fuck… I’ll take such good care of you.” he breathlessly promises you, not being able to tear his eyes away from your crotch.

Your heavy breathing is no longer controllable. The excitement you feel is off the charts.

“If you want me to stop, just let me know and I will, okay?” he says, needing to make sure you have a way out to rely on in case it becomes too much for you.

“Okay.” You reply, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.

He gives you a short nod before focusing on your pussy again. He leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another and another until his hot breath is fanning right against your heat, making you shudder in anticipation.

Ghost slips his tongue out between his lips and licks a long stripe from your clenching hole to your throbbing clit, gathering your wetness and spreading it out.

You gasp and your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

He does it again, pressing his tongue into your slit and between your lips. Ghost’s eyes flutter closed when your slick covers his tongue and lips. God, he loves the way you taste. He groans out some curse word before he just presses his entire mouth against you, burying his face between your thighs.

You yelp, closing your legs around his head and arching your back off the mattress. He’s making you feel euphoric your toes start to curl and your legs start to tremble.

“Oh fuck- shit, that feels so good.” you moan, letting your back rest against the bed again. Your fingers grip the blanket, tightening into fists around the fabric.

You’re a whimpering and moaning mess, trying to hold on to something to just be able to take and deal with such pleasure.

You can feel him smile against you before he continues to eat you out. He switches between tonguing at your entrance and occasionally tongue fucking you to just lapping away at your slick-covered folds and swollen clit. His arms are now firmly tucked under your legs as he places them on his shoulders and holds them there, not letting you escape. The pleasure is slightly overwhelming but you can take it. You trust him. And something about him handling and positioning you has your stomach erupting in butterflies again.

All your noises and moans have his dick leaking in his strained pants, but he doesn’t stop to take care of himself. He’s putting you first. Instead, he finds the alternative of grinding himself against the side of the bed, practically dry-humping the mattress. You’ve gotten him so worked up that he thinks he’s never been this hard and desperate before.

“Hnghh-” you moan, “I’m so close.”. Your legs are now shaking around him and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

But to your displeasure, Ghost pulls away leaving you breathless and confused on the bed. You glance back at him to see that he is now standing again, peering down at you.

“Sorry love. Want to have you cum on my dick for our first time.” he grins at you and you chuckle. What a romantic he is.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks, crawling back onto the bed and you nod, reaching into the drawer of your nightstand. He takes it from you, placing it next to you while his hands reach for his pants, but you stop him. His eyes meet yours once more. You hook your finger under the collar of his shirt.

“I want to see you too.” I mumble, wanting him to take off his shirt. Ghost seems hesitant.

“ ‘S not pretty, love.” he softly grumbles, knowing that his torso is littered in loads of scars, some of which look barely healed and brutal. But you don’t mind one bit. You have a few of your own.

“I don’t think I’m pretty either. But you somehow managed to make me feel better about myself. I want to do the same for you.” you tell him, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Please, I love you. All of you.”

Ghost still seems slightly unsure but if it’s what you want, he’ll happily do it. So he leans back, reaching behind his back and tugging his shirt over his head.

Immediately, you sit up and your eyes widen as you examine him. He does have scars running along his shoulder down to his middle but they almost suit him. It’s a part of him, and you love him. His defined abs and chest muscles have you practically salivating.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous.” you whisper, staring at his upper body as if you’re hypnotised. Your hands reach up to trace over his skin, from his chest, tracing his larger scars until you reach his abs and then discover his faint happy trail.

“Oh my god…” you mumble, clenching your legs together.

Ghost’s gaze is flickering between your face and your hands, feeling goosebumps erupt on his skin from your light touches.

“I’m going to have to hide all your shirts now just to see you like this more often.” you giggle, softly stroking over his scars again.

Your joke loosens up his tension and on the outside, he just smiles at you, but on the inside his heart just erupts. If he weren’t wearing his balaclava you might see a small taint of rosy flushing his cheeks and ears.

God, Ghost is down bad for you. He’s never been whipped like this before.

“This is so much better than anything I’ve imagined.” you blurt out more to yourself than to him, but your statement makes his full confidence return.

“You’ve imagined this?” he asks in a teasing manner, stroking your cheek before reaching for the condom.

You nod shamelessly, knowing he won’t judge you for it. He doesn’t. He just grins again.

“Have you?” you ask, feeling curious and he chuckles darkly.

“This and a lot more, love.” Ghost cheekily admits, unbuttoning his pants. You excitedly chew the inside of your cheek, picturing Ghost pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

He unzips his jeans, opening the button and pulling them down his mid-thigh along with his boxers to reveal this throbbing cock. The sight nearly makes you orgasm. The tip is leaking in pre-cum, the veins on the underside are almost popping out with how hard he is, and fuck he is big. Not only in length but mainly in girth.

He catches you staring and smirks.

“There is no way that’s gonna fi-” you start to say but he dismisses your excuses.

“It will, baby. I’ll make it fit.” he assures you but his voice is no longer the comforting soft voice it was before. It sounds like he is growling and it turns you on that much more.

He rips open the condom, rolling it on him and giving it a few test strokes before his hungry eyes meet yours. You’re so ready for him.

Ghost is now hovering over you again, kissing you once more before he reaches between your bodies and lines himself up with your entrance.

“You still okay with this?” he asks, checking up on you once more before he takes your virginity.

You nod eagerly, pressing your hips up against him. “Fuck yes, I need you so bad.” you whimper.

“Shit.” he mutters after hearing your desperate words. They make his dick twitch and he realises he doesn’t want to wait any longer.

Slowly and steadily, Ghost starts to push himself into you. Your body tenses up at the intrusion, clenching around him which makes him growl.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You focus on steadying your breathing, trying to ignore the slightly painful stretch inside you until Ghost is balls-deep inside your cunt.

His head drops down next to yours as he gathers himself, feeling overwhelmed from just how good that one slow thrust felt. You’re fucking heaven to him.

Then he lifts his eyes to check on you and notices your furrowed eyebrows and glassy eyes.

“Don’t worry baby, just relax. It’ll feel good soon.” he coos into your ear, pressing a comforting kiss to your cheek while staying buried deep inside you. He let’s you adjust and get used to his dick. To distract you, he kisses your neck again, softly nibbling at the skin while you both intertwine hands.

You are successfully distracted and gaze up at him, scanning over his face.

“Can I see you?” you softly ask, not looking away from the skeleton print on his mask. Ghost looks at you but he doesn’t reply.

He wears the mask to protect his identity from enemies. Over the past years, he’s had trouble trusting people so he started wearing it around base. Now, he never takes it off. Not unless he’s alone. But you are one of the very few people Ghost truly and wholeheartedly trusts, so he agrees.

He isn’t worried about his looks. Ghost is confident he’s good-looking. He just wasn’t sure how you would react to his scars and your love and affection caught him off guard earlier.

He lets go of your hand and removes his mask, throwing it onto the pile of clothes next to your bed.

Your wide, loving eyes start to flick over all his facial features until your hand comes up to trace his cheekbones and fix his messy hair.

“I think I fell in love again.” you admit, admiring all of him but he just scoffs and chuckles.

“Don’t get all poetic now.” he teases, “Otherwise I’ll have to fuck you until you can’t form words anymore.”

You grin, biting your tongue. His ‘threat’ made you pull his head down for another kiss, but Ghost was just joking. For now, at least. He’ll leave that for another time. But right now, he wants to make love to you.

“You can move now.” you whisper breathlessly, pulling your lips from his. He nods, steadying himself on his elbows and forearms above you before slowly pulling his hips back.

Then he pushes himself back in with a bit more ease than the first time. These careful first strokes he repeats a few times, just to get you used to the feeling before he really starts. You lift your arms and grip onto his flexed biceps for support. Your spread legs loosely curl around his waist, wanting to feel as much of him as possible.

His eyes start to flutter closed in pleasure as he concentrates on his thrusts, staying alert for your body’s reactions to help him find your weak spots.

“You feel so good.” he grunts into your ear, his voice sounding strained and tense.

You can barely answer because each thrust forces small gasps from you.

“Fuck- Simon.” you mindlessly moan, making his eyes shoot open and his movements falter.

You gaze up at him, wondering what happened when you realise what you did. It wasn’t a crime, but you’ve always been calling him Ghost. No one has ever called him Simon here and you aren’t sure whether it is okay for you to cross that boundary.

“Say it again.” he orders in his authoritative voice. You hesitate, not sure how he will react. To speed things up, he pulls back and sharply snaps his hips forward again making you moan and repeat his name. “Simon.” you whimper and then hear him groan.

“Fuck baby, you sound so good saying my name.” he growls, softly biting your shoulder before continuing to thrust his dick into you.

You don’t see your intimidating lieutenant in front of you now. Right now, it’s just Simon.

He can finally let his guard down and just be human with you. A sense of comfort he feels nowhere else.

Your nails dig into his shoulders and once his dick brushes against your sweet spot, it’s all over for you. You’re lost in bliss, occasionally blurting out a few words and curses or Simon’s name before you just keep whimpering and whining.

“So- good…” you moan, starting to arch your back again.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Being such a good girl.” he praises you which makes your pussy clench. He feels it, noting that you like being praised.

“That right? You like being called that?” he teases you and chuckles darkly.

You frantically nod, clenching your eyes closed.

“I wanna be good. Wanna be a good girl for you.” you cry out in desperation and pleasure. Your eyes are stinging with tears of bliss and euphoria. Once a tear rolls down your cheek, Simon kisses it away before it reaches your jaw.

Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him deeper into you which makes him stutter out a moan which seems to get caught in his throat.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Doing so well.” he breathes out, speeding up his thrusts a little more and angling his hips to hit your g-spot every time.

You gasp, feeling your orgasm approach again. And as a cherry on top, Simon reaches one hand in between you both and starts to apply pressure on your clit with his thumb, making you throw your head back and moan.

“Simon- I’m close.” you whine, digging your nails into his muscly shoulders.

“Me too baby, me too.” he assures you, starting to roughly piston his cock into you with no mercy, chasing after his own high.

Seconds later, your legs tremble around him and your body spasms, pussy clenching down around him. Simon curses under his breath again, riding out your orgasm before his hips stutter and he buries himself as deep into you as possible, cumming right after you and filling up the condom.

Your chests are heaving as you both silently gather your breath and thoughts, coming back down to Earth after floating in euphoria. But you continue to hold each other while you stay still.

“You alright?” he asks, brushing the strand of hair that’s sticking to your forehead back with his hand.

“Yeah. That was amazing.” you say, staring at him with half-closed and tired eyes. He smiles, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

After a minute, Simon slowly pulls out, discarding the condom while you lay completely exhausted in bed. You miss him the second he stands up but he returns a minute later with a damp towel and a glass of water. You slowly sit up as he hands you the water, taking a few sips while he gently cleans you up, wiping your slick and cum off your thighs. You flinch when the cloth comes in contact with your oversensitive clit and he can’t help but grin. God, he loves you.

The two of you settle down in bed again after he turns the light off and he holds you even closer to him. You’re practically lying on top of him with the blanket draping over the two of you.

“I love you, Simon.” you whisper, glancing up at him even though you can barely see him in the dark.

“Love you too, Y/N. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years.” he admits, gently stroking his hand up and down your back.

“Are we dating now?” you ask, wondering what he is thinking.

“If that’s what you want sweetheart.” he smiles, patting your back.

“I want to be with you.” you whisper.

“Then we’re on the same page.” he replies. His gruff, tired voice makes you want to hear more.

“But what about the others? Do we keep it secret?” you ask him.

“Don’t worry about that now, we’ll figure it out tomorrow. Get some sleep, you’ll need to be well rested for the morning.” he says and you can hear how a grin formed on his face as he spoke the last few words.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What’s happening in the morning?” you ask, wondering whether you missed some chores or something else in your schedule.

“Can’t promise that I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself when I wake up to you like this.” he smirks, running his large palm over the curve of your ass and resting it there.

You giggle to yourself in excitement for tomorrow.

“Well, in that case, goodnight.” you say, nuzzling your face into his chest and closing your eyes.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” he whispers back before the two of you drift off into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in months.

Being held in Simon’s arms makes you feel so safe and protected, all your worries are gone. And the occasional nightmares Simon experiences never dare disturb him when he is with you.

Thank you for reading girlies <3

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whxre-bxby · 5 months

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A while back you said that you would post some fics that people requested, are you still going to do that? (I'm especially looking forward to those with multiple characters x reader) no pressure btw.

Maybe you'll get some inspiration back when the extended version comes out haha

Okay listen, 💀to be completely honest I have lost track of exactly what I was meant to write and I would like to sincerely apologise to everyone out there hoping I'll write their request. As you probably know by now, my motivation in general is gone. For Avatar especially.

I too hope it will come back with the extended cut, then I might actually manage to finish what I started. But all I remeber is that someone hypothetically asked me whether I could write a Cursed By Blue or something similar with Walker x reader x Z-Dog.

You can of course remind me of your previous requests and I will see if I manage to write them. I'm still really sorry for fading away, I'm just so overwhelmed with work and art. BUT THIS ACCOUNT IS NOT DEAD, i just need a re-awakening and I don't know what fandom will succeed in giving me such energy😭✨️

Me ignoring everything:

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whxre-bxby · 5 months

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idk if youre only accepting avatar requests rn but if yiu could write litteraly anything about michael in the nee fnaf movie it would be great im actually obsessed w him

Okay I was thinking about this too because after watching FNAF and seeing my fyp feed my Mike obsession, I wanted to.

Currently I am sick and busy with work so at the moment I will not be posting this but eventually I might drop a few non Avatar fics.

The Mike Schmidt option I will keep in mind. But I have drifted to the Call of Duty fandom because apparently military men are my thing😭 so we might get a few of those

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whxre-bxby · 5 months

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Girl did you hear that they're releasing the extended version of ATWOW?!

Including a scene with spider teasing the recoms!

More of it?! I know they released 3 extra hours of extended behind the scenes footage back in March which can be watched on Amazon.

Are you telling me there is more?!?!😂🩷

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whxre-bxby · 5 months

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Hi are you working on anything right now?

Your work is literally amazing!

No I'm sorry. I've completely lost the energy and can't bring myself to write at all. I thought it was just for ATWOW but I can't even write fics for fandoms I'm currently interested in.

DO NOT WORRY THOUGH! Motivation will return one day! I think I might occasionally be uploading fics for other fandoms here and there but once Avatar 3 drops, (if I'm alive and have time) I'll crack my knuckles and birth fanfic after fanfic☝️

I'm not dead, I'm still here. I just need to regain my energy after posting a fic every week for almost a year💀

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whxre-bxby · 6 months

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The recoms x reader with competitions sounds hilarious

I can totally imagine them having weird ass competitions Lol

Can't wait for that one

Yeah, this has been in my inbox for ages so glad to finally post it

"Pecking Order"

f. Y/N Recom x Recom Quaritch /Lyle /Prager /Mansk /Brown /Lopez /Ja /Walker /Zdinarsk

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Summary: Being a recom soldier is difficult. Especially when dealing with the new instincts and needs the body requires. To keep his team sane, Quaritch comes up with a solution in which Y/N is shared with everyone.

Warnings: indication of smut, little bit of fluff, depressing ending, outrageously minimal wordcount (my apologies)

Word Count: 1590

(I'm sorry about how short this is, but I'm really struggling to write at the moment because I have so much going on)

(Once again I am pretending that Warren and Zhang don’t exist, I am sorry to those who like them but I really don’t.)

Being on Pandora is weird. It’s a whole new planet. But what’s even weirder is being on a foreign planet in a foreign body. Another human’s body wouldn’t have been so bad, but no, you’re blue now. You and your squad along with your Colonel have all permanently become Avatars. It takes a lot of time to get used to the changes. It seems like you discover something new about yourselves every day. Luckily it’s been almost two months since you woke up from criyo.

It seems as though the foreign environment and new feelings have almost strengthened the connection of the team. You all got along when you had to before but now you feel like they are all close friends to you.

One evening at dinner, Lyle had brought up how most soldiers used to have fuck-buddies to get through life on Pandora. Most of the team did back then too. Now, it seemed as though no one had even thought about it. You and the others didn’t exactly know how everything worked so the subject was ignored and brushed off. But it was definitely not forgotten.

It had quite literally been years since any one of you had experienced any form of sexual pleasure. That was suppressed in the beginning but the Avatar’s body language was more visible than a human's and it was more difficult to control and suppress emotions.

At one point in time, all recoms including you were constantly tense and distracted. No one was able to fully focus during training anymore and Quaritch noticed this. He himself had the same problem and he knew he couldn’t send his squad out into the forest like this. You would die on the first day out. The Colonel would rather solve the problem in any way possible than explain what is happening to the General. The recoms are meant to be reliable and professional. What is happening to all of you is getting in the way of both those things.

The Colonel forced everyone to attend his ‘emergency meeting’ even though you all had the rest of the day off. The atmosphere was thick and you found it hard to breathe even though the room was ventilated.

Quaritch had made you all sit down to listen to him but your attention was barely on his words. Instead, you were subconsciously studying Mansk. He was calmly fiddling with his fingers but you noticed how strained his arms were and how far back he had his ears pinned. Nobody was relaxed.

You also realised earlier today that you basically lost control of your tail. It’s just doing its own thing at this point and there is nothing you can do about it.

The Colonel started explaining his recent observations of our behaviour and you immediately thought you were all being scolded. But you were wrong.

“The only option I see te’ help us with our probem,” Quaritch says, inhaling deeply as if he were not sure how we would react. “Is to fuck it out.”

Lyle snorts, thinking his superior is joking but Quaritch is dead serious.

“Suggest otherwise, Corporal Wainfleet.” The Colonel says, sternly glaring at Lyle. I stare at both of them with wide eyes. No way is he suggesting this.

There was some kind of argumentative discussion between the two but you have tuned out, blankly staring past Quaritch and at the wall behind him. This room had no windows, so no one could see or come in here because it was a recom only area.

“Y/N.” Quaritch’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. You glance up at him while Mansk shifts his gaze to you.

“You’re with me.” he orders, watching your surprised yet innocent face process the information.

“No fuckin’ way.” Mansk interrupts. You stare at him now, completely surprised by his words. Mansk never objects or argues with people. He’s the best soldier when it comes to following orders. This is out of character for him.

Quaritch doesn’t seem pleased by his words but once again to your surprise, he doesn’t put Mansk in his place. Since this isn’t a professional environment anymore, it seems as though the ranks between the soldiers don’t play such a big role.

A few other recoms back Mansk up, not liking that the Colonel wants you to himself which still baffles you.

But it turns out, they all seemed to have taken a liking to you. Most soldiers were ignorant and self-centred. You weren’t. You seemed almost naturally submissive to the others, especially as an Avatar. Something about you, perhaps your scent of strong pheromones, drew them to you.

So that evening, while you were being eyed hungrily by every single one of your teammates, they made a fair plan. In their free time, they would hold weekly competitions to figure out the order of who gets the most time with you. You were included and nothing was forced on you.

Since life in the RDA was really dull and colourless, these planned activities and competitions amused everyone.

To keep it fair, it wouldn’t always be the same task to win, it would be changed so that everyone gets a chance. Otherwise, it would always be the same people with you.

The first and most obvious challenge was a physical strength competition. This one lasted a long time and it went all the way from who could hold themselves in a plank position the longest to wrestling in the gym. In the third week, things took a drastic turn when Lyle decided to time himself to see how fast he could make you cum. Any technique was allowed and on the same day, everyone had their turn which had you not only fucked out but completely dumb and tired for the rest of the day.

Z-Dog won that one and right behind her was Walker. Lopez was next and all three of them took great pride in it. It seems as though oral sex was the way to go.

Quaritch was always near the top and most often the first on the leaderboard in the physical challenges. Which meant you spent a lot of time in his room, which you honestly didn’t mind. While he was a brutal and cold-hearted man on the outside, he took care of you behind closed doors. Miles picked you up and walked you to his room when it suited the two of you. There, he took his time with you. Nothing was ever rushed because he wanted you to enjoy it as much as he did.

Let’s just say, you always slept well after having sex with him and he took care of you in his bed, letting you sleep in it. You always left his room feeling satisfied in the morning. Lyle, Mansk and Prager were also usually quite at the top so when you and Quaritch would finish, they would get a day of the week each to spend with you. Sometimes, you had a few of them at once.

Normally, you would feel bad about yourself for sleeping around so much but they made you feel like you are all that matters to them, so you rarely worried about that. You didn’t feel used, you felt loved. Something you had been deprived of since you left Earth years ago.

Once everyone had a turn and the feral instincts calmed down, the competitions continued but they became more funny than serious. At this point, you were all just doing it for shits and giggles because there really wasn’t anything else to do. Except for finding Sully but that mission wasn’t ready yet.

So the subjects of the competitions started to change along with everyone’s behaviour. The lust has been brought under control so you weren’t as tired anymore and only occasionally had sex with the recoms that needed it.

A cooking competition was held which turned into a completely messy disaster. Mansk won it by far but at what cost? The oven had exploded because Ja refused to take the food out, claiming it wasn’t done yet. Lopez put metal in the microwave which really damaged the machine and you can’t quite remember how it happened but Z-Dog and Walker had accidentally set a curtain on fire. Instead of trying to put out the flames, they got angry because “What’s a fuckin’ curtain doin’ in the kitchen anyway?!”.

Another one was who could breathe oxygen for the longest because we were now adapted to Pandora’s air. Prager won. He said he used to dive regularly back on Earth so he was able to hold his breath for a long time.

Brown and Walker almost lost consciousness.

It kept going on and on like this because it was all the fun you had. Even when the mission started, the challenges were who could tame their Ikran the fastest, who could guess the Na’vi words correctly and who could properly land a fall from the Ikran. You started taking part in the competitions just for your own fun. It really had brought everyone together but eventually, all good things must come to an end.

When you started encountering Sully, you began losing soldiers and once some teammates were gone, no one was feeling good enough to even suggest anything fun. From that point of, you all just wanted to finish your mission and end this.

Enjoy the bunnies instead of the abrupt ending :)

Tag List: @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @jatwow @numarusworld @number1gal @ikranwings

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When will the request you described be out? It sound very fun!

I love your recoms x reader smut, its so good!

Hi, sorry I can't give you an exact time. I have a lot going on at the moment but I'll definetly start it soon. So hopefully under 2 weeks😭🩷but it should be earlier than that

Me after not posting for 2 weeks:

I'm really sorry💀🩷

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whxre-bxby · 7 months

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Question:

What was your favorite story to write?

I'm excited for the next one!

I enjoyed writing the soft fluffy smuts, so the Late Night Feels with Mansk and Hopelessly devoted to you with Lyle. But my favorite was probably the Recom Redemption fic. I'm a sucker for thriller things 👀🩷❤️

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whxre-bxby · 7 months

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Question, what are you writing next?

The last one was amazing!

Hi! I'm going to write an all (not all, just our favs) recom smut x recom/avatar y/n where a lovely person requested that they have a pecking order to establish their ranks in the relationship. So to see who's at the top and who's at the bottom, they have competitions for her to 'win her over'. It will probably be more jokes and fluff instead of dirty smut but the idea is cute!

Also, these comments in my inbox really make my day you guys are so fucking sweet I don't think I can ever leave this blog.❤️❤️✨️

Thank you so much! I will finish all current requests I promise. Then I will decide whether or not I will open them again.🩷

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I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

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Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you.

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you.

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand.

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room.

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on.

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different.

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you.

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now.

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill.

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands.

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related.

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room.

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to.

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you.

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting.

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance.

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside.

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that.

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage.

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment.

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself.

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.”

His words confuse you.

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him.

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions.

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down.

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you.

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore.

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way.

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle.

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further.

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back.

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you.

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it.

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest.

“What are you-”

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice.

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep.

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him.

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense.

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep.

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself.

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached.

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet.

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body.

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him.

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you.

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe.

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself.

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself.

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be.

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you.

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him.

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl.

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him.

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point.

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things.

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’.

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you.

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you.

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you.

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react.

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it.

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you.

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why.

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice.

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands.

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer.

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t.

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff.

You shake your head ‘no’.

“Makin’ you mine.”

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you.

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories.

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible.

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

Tag List: @ken-dala @ikranwings @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @numarusworld @number1gal @jatwow

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I'm happy you liked it💕🩷✨️ <3 Thank you

Hii

Here I am again 😌

I just wanted to show you all the beautiful work of @whxre-bxby she was amazing , cute and caring , I saw her style of draw so I asked for one and it’s amazing 🤩 😍

That is a draw of my human OC and Neteyam if you want me to show something about them in something like an history or scenarios let me know ^^.

Becouse I love them hahaha

#avatar way of water #neteyam sully #fanfic #avatar #avatar neteyam #avatar 2022 #neteyam x oc #neteyam x human reader #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam avatar #neteyam #neteyam sully x reader

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whxre-bxby · 7 months

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Please never ever delete your blog

It's awesome ♥️

🩷❤️I promise to never delete it, I just may stop uploading one day but everything I've written will stay. That is as long as this account doesn't get banned for nsfw. 💀👍

Also...

No don't do this to me :(

I just know we'll be disconnected from life again after watching the 3rd Avatar. It will always be a beautiful story but it's not a comfort movie because it's always so painful.

I WILL NOT BE OKAY LEAVING THAT CINEMA I'M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW😭

#atwow #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar movie #recom squad #avatar quaritch #recoms

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whxre-bxby · 8 months

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Could you do a recoms x recom!reader where all the guys suddenly go into heat (?) at the same time and reader is like 'oh shit' and tries to run but they catch and Fuck her?

Kinda like cursed by blue but then with reversed roles lol

Yes my lady, here it is

F. Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja

"Get It Together"

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Summary: read the ask :)

Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst and fluff, cursing, non-con, breeding kink, mating, heat cycle, unprotected sex, oral sex, penetration

Word Count: 4085

A/N: sorry that the uploads are slower, I'm busy and losing motivation just a little. I've also revived my Harry Potter obsession

Today felt weird. Weirder than usual. Waking up in an Avatar is already odd enough, but something seemed even more different today. The team seemed different.

Quaritch is desperate for you all to help him successfully find and kill Sully, so you’re back in the forest again. The Deja Blu squad seems to be spending more time outside than anywhere else. But you’re not complaining. To you, the world of Pandora is beautiful. You’re not as afraid of it as before. Probably because you’re no longer human. But that’s your secret. You’re scared to find out what would happen to you if anyone found out you like this planet and its nature.

The Colonel split the squad into two groups again. He led his team while Lyle led yours. Lyle was ranking second highest out of all of you, so he was put in charge. He’s leading the way through the large leaves and past the hundreds and thousands of trees. Behind him, Mansk is following. You’re after him. Trailing slightly behind you is Lopez along with Prager and Ja is watching the back.

You were pleased with this group because you all got along well. But today is different. No one is talking. You’ve tried to initiate a conversation multiple times but they either don’t listen or just nod and hum in response. Even Lyle has his mouth shut today. Not a soul seems to be in a good mood, so you decide not to push it. There’s no need to start an unnecessary fight.

“You always wear that?” someone says behind you, suddenly breaking the long-lasting silence.

You recognise Lopez’s voice and when you turn around you see that he is looking at your lower half.

“The shorts?” you ask while continuing to walk. He glances up for a split second before fixating his gaze on your shorts once more. His head nods.

“No. It’s just warmer today.” you answer him, not thinking anything of his question. Maybe he didn’t even know the RDA provided shorts.

‘Fuckin’ right it’s warmer.’ Lopez thinks, wiping his hand across his forehead. It was warm but the temperatures here never reached the high of making their Avatar’s sweat. He doesn’t know what’s going on with him and why his body temperature seems to be through the roof, but he notices he isn’t the only one. Lopez had vaguely scanned the others and everyone seemed to be struggling. Everyone except for you. And he doubted it was because you’re wearing shorts.

As you keep walking, you can feel Lopez’s stare on your body. It never leaves and when you look over your shoulder, he doesn’t seem to notice or bother to hide it.

“Can you not?” you ask, making him suddenly lock eyes with you again. He looks confused. “I can feel you looking.”

Lopez internally curses himself for being so obvious. He didn’t mean to, but his judgment is not trustworthy today. His ears occasionally ring and his mind seems to go blank. Especially when he looks at you.

Prager lightly punches his shoulder, seeming to tell him off through actions.

“What’s he doin’?” Lyle asks, calling out his words from the front. You open your mouth to reply but Lopez quickly intervenes.

“Nothin’.” he says, making Lyle turn around and cock an eyebrow.

His words make your ears tip back. He never acted like this.

“Walk in front of me then.” you say, stopping so that he can overtake you.

Lopez shakes his head, taking your arm and pulling you along.

“So that Prager can get a look? No way.” he scoffs and Prager glares at him.

“The fuck does that mean?” you ask, pulling your arm from his.

Mansk had turned around and saw how Lopez held you. It pissed him off too.

“Keep walkin’.” Lopez says, avoiding eye contact.

“What is up with you, today?” you ask with a small chuckle.

But not even Lopez knows how to answer that. His behaviour is confusing him too.

You shrug it off, continuing to follow Lyle and Mansk. Many minutes go by in silence and you think that things have returned to normal again.

They haven‘t.

In the next few seconds, you feel your tail brush against something. Assuming it‘s a plant, you don‘t bother checking. But then it happens again. And again.

Finally, you turn your head and see Lopez much closer than expected. It gives you a little fright.

“Shit-“ you gasp, inhaling deeply to calm down. “Lopez, what are you-“

“Look at her tail.” He exclaims, interrupting you and taking your tail into his hand. Ja walks up next to him, looking down at it.

One of his hands is holding its middle while his free one caresses the tip of your tail, examining the soft hair coming out. You’ve also noticed that yours was longer. And your stripes continued all the way down. Everyone else had their tail partly shaved.

“Check out the stripes.” Ja chuckles, watching the odd pattern of so-called stripes spiral up your tail until their eyes reach its base. The rest is covered in clothes.

“Yours are different from ours.” Lopez murmurs and you stop walking, trying to snatch your tail away but they won't let you. Both of them are still looking at where your tail ends and you don’t understand why they’re so fascinated by it.

“What’s it look like?” He asks, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Your eyes go wide at his bold question and you frown.

“Doesn’t concern you.” You snarl. What’s under your clothes is none of his business.

“Hey!” Lyle calls from the front. He and Mansk both turned around, watching the interaction before Lyle felt like he needed to step in. “Let ‘er be.”

Lopez meets his eye, staring him down for a few extra seconds before scoffing and letting go of you. Once free, you’re being touched again. Lyle is guiding you by your shoulders to the front, not wanting Lopez around you anymore.

You just go with it, assuming he has some kind of plan. At the end of the day, you trust Lyle with your life, so you don’t question his decisions.

While walking away, you feel Lopez’s and Ja’s fierce eyes on you. Behind them you can hear Prager panting and nothing seems to make sense anymore.

You keep walking and you hear Lyle faintly call them both insulting names under his breath before he stretches his arm around you. He starts by throwing it over your shoulder and your walking pace stutters. Mansk is keeping a close eye on what's happening, as is everyone behind you. He doesn’t want Lyle crossing the line either.

But your presence and the close physical contact have Lyle under a sort of spell. It makes him crave more from you and within minutes, his arm is around your waist and he’s holding you to his side. You’re body tenses and you stop walking. Everything is so confusing you can’t even think straight.

Lyle looks back at you and your concerned eyes before Mansk grabs his arm and removes it from your body.

“What are you doin’?” Lyle asks him, wanting to snake it around your waist again but you push it away.

“No, what are you doing? All of you!” You shout, looking around. You’re about to exclude Mansk from the lecture you plan on giving them but you notice his pupils dilate and target lock on you. It makes you forget what you were about to say. Luckily you recover quickly.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but you need to sort it out right now so that we can focus on this mission!” You shout, folding your arms in front of your chest and glaring at all of them.

There’s a few seconds of silence. As if they need extra time to let your words sink in.

“All right.” Lyle growls. His voice is lower than ever. You want to nod and thank him for his agreement but the look in his eye tells you that you’re not both thinking of the same thing.

You thought that maybe they all got in a fight and didn‘t want to mention it around you. But the dark hunger in his expression suddenly makes you feel like you need to escape.

You don’t know why you feel the need to run when a part of you longs to be around them.

Lyle is walking back up to you and his arm stretches out to grab a hold of you once more but Mansk once again intervenes. It seems as though his last functioning cell of common sense told him to help you. But right after he pushes Lyle’s arm away, he’s just as lust-blinded as the rest of them are. You see it in him now too.

Which is why this time, you don’t hesitate to run. Your feet take off in the opposite direction and you’re sprinting through the forest.

You hear Lyle growl at Mansk before your ears pick up the sound of hammering footsteps behind you. They seem to be moving faster than yours which surprises you because a human’s survival instinct is the strongest.

However, you’re not human anymore and neither are they. It seems as though your new bodies have a stronger instinct than just survival.

Mating.

You’re fast, but unfortunately not fast enough. All weapons and tools have been dropped to chase you. They have to catch you by hand and force. The way nature tells them to. For once, they must give in to what their body craves and forget their human morals.

But their rut doesn’t just affect them. Being around them, hearing them, smelling them, seeing them, and feeling them kickstarts hormones in your own body. Ones you were suppressing until you started running. Running and chasing are apparently common during heat-cycles so the instinct that told you to run is also the one that betrayed your mind and gave all power to your body and its needs.

Lyle caught your arm, making you stumble and slow down. With his next step, he managed to wrap an arm around your middle and lift you off the ground but the sheer force of the turn had you both falling into the grass.

You shriek as he spins you both around once before you hit the ground first with him falling on top of you. Immediately, you struggle beneath his weight, trying to crawl out from underneath him but you can’t move him.

Suddenly, you felt like it wasn’t Lyle who was holding you down. You know it is, but he’s never growled and acted like this. It feels so foreign to you but then again, you feel your body doing things you would never do.

Almost instantly his large hands start tugging your clothes off of you but for whatever reason, you lean against his touch.

You’re still trying to hold on to your common sense, desperately attempting to not give in to his touch whereas Lyle is a lost cause.

Your last spark of hope forces you to kick Lyle’s middle but he is unfazed.

“Sorry- can’t help it.” he breathes out, pulling your shorts down your legs. Well, there you have it. You’re done for. Might as well enjoy it then.

The others have already caught up with both Lyle and you. Ja wanted to get closer but Lyle snarled at him, making him back off. You guess that since he has the highest rank in this team, he wants to go first.

Lyle’s body feels strange to him and foreign. It’s overheating as well and the only answer to help him feel normal again is in front of him. His large hand comes up to knead the flesh of your ass before he’s hastily opening his belt and clawing at his pants.

You know what to expect at this point. It’s inevitable really. There’s five of them and one of you. You can’t escape even if you manage to push Lyle off. And quite frankly, the longer you inhale his musky scent and feel him on you, the less you want to leave. It irritates you how easily your body is swayed by them but you can’t help it either.

Lyle grabs the side of your underwear, hooking his fingers underneath it and literally tearing the fabric off your body. If you were in your right mind right now, you would have felt exposed. But no, you don’t even feel the need to hide from their eyes. In fact, their presence seems to make you more aroused.

Suddenly ripping you from your thoughts is the feeling of Lyle pressing something right up against your entrance. Feeling its form, you straight away know what it is and without any hesitation, Lyle starts to push it inside you. He hisses as your walls clamp down on him, not seeming to be used to this intrusion. But it doesn’t stop him. The man is desperate for you and desperate for release.

Within seconds he has bottomed out, holding himself inside you for an extra few moments to contain himself. But it’s no use. The second he starts to move, completely loses himself and his motions become primal.

Lyle doesn’t start off slowly either. He’s already harshly fucking himself into you while his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips. You spread your arms slightly past shoulder distance to steady yourself while your hips push back against him.

Everything suddenly feels sensitive and all his touches spark more excitement in you. Which is why Lyle knows he won’t last long. You feel too good and it’s been too long.

“Fuck- so good,” he groans, wrapping his hand around the base of your tail to pull you back against him. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips whenever it feels like he is pushing the air from your lungs.

“M’ gonna fill you up,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. You weren’t expecting any of this to last long, but you know that just because he’ll be done soon doesn’t mean you will. The other four men around you look even more interested in you than before. There is no way you’re leaving without having to go through each of them first.

“Gonna make this pussy mine.” he growls, not stopping his rough thrusts until his hips stutter and you feel him spurt his cum inside you. You still your small rocking movements, taking all of him into you. His large hands are holding onto your waist while Lyle gathers himself. His problem seems to be cured for now. But the others are still very bothered by it, so the second Lyle pulls out, Mansk takes his place. He pushes Lopez to the side because he can’t wait any longer.

Mansk falls to his knees behind you, immediately pushing your tail to the side to see your throbbing cunt. God, what a luring sight it is. Especially with Lyle’s cum slowly dribbling out. It just makes Mansk want to wash it out and replace it with his own.

To your surprise, Lopez settles himself in front of you. You can hear Ja complaining but Lopez doesn’t care. Sure, he would much rather be where Mansk is but right now he’ll take whatever he can get. His skin is glistening in sweat and he just needs to feel you on him in any way possible.

Mansk’s pants are gone faster than Lyle’s and he doesn’t even need to line himself up with your entrance to guide himself in. He’s so hard he just bucks his hips forward blindly while pressing his chest against your back. He feels his dick sink into you on his third attempt and it has him melting against you. Mansk is and has been desperate for this kind of relief for so long. The fact that it’s you he’s getting makes this so much better for him.

Lopez has managed to free his aching erection from its restraints as well and is now panting while watching you stare at him. He can feel your hot breath fan against his bare skin and it causes his eyes to flutter closed. He never thought he could get this close to you.

Mansk moves behind you, making your body jolt forward. Your cheek brushes against Lopez’s dick and you give up on staring. The sight has your mouth salivating. Not only are they all so big, but fuck he looks so needy.

You turn your head, opening your mouth and licking up his shaft. He groans and you notice the goosebumps erupt on his skin. Lopez is so hard it hurts so he attaches his hand to the back of your head, hoping to encourage you to finally help him out. You obey his silent pleas and open your mouth wider to welcome his tip. His breath gets caught in his throat and he doesn’t exhale until you’ve swallowed down almost all of him.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he purrs his praise, gently rubbing your cheek before holding the base of your queue to help guide you along his dick.

Mansk’s thrusts are already getting sloppy so you arch your back to give yourself to him, making it easier for him to reenter you.

Then you focus on the heavily breathing man in front of you and decide to finally focus on him. You gulp around him, feeling his tip in the middle of your throat. Having something stuffed so far down your mouth is not a pleasant feeling, but seeing how it drives Lopez wild just gives you the equal pleasure he is receiving.

You don’t need to move your head, he’s already pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward again for you. All you have to do is not choke and not let him feel your teeth. This gets twice as difficult when you have fangs but so far you’re succeeding.

You flatten your tongue out and occasionally swirl it around him when he draws back.

Both of them have sped up their thrusts and you feel Lopez’s dick twitch inside your mouth which lets you know that he won’t last much longer.

Mansk is now hugging your waist and one of his hands digs into your thigh.

You start to feel your own orgasm slowly build up but with the way they’re feeling, you know you’ll still need more time until you start feeling euphoric.

“Shit, take it.” Mansk growls, biting your shoulder while he humps you from behind, shooting his load into you just like Lyle. But you honestly don’t care about that at the moment. You even doubt whether your Avatar is fertile.

Mansk is regaining his breath above you when Lopez hisses and throws his head back. His hips reflexively buck forwards and he covers your tongue in his cum, making it flow down your throat. You lick him clean after swallowing everything he gave you before gently pulling away.

He smiles down at you, lightly tapping your cheek in praise before getting up.

Mansk carefully pulls out, running his hand over your smooth back and humming appreciate before Prager is urging him to move. He listens. You display yourself for Prager byopening your legs and lifting your tail but he seems to have other ideas. The sight makes his stomach twist in excitement but he still turns you onto your back. You’re looking up at him and he flashes you a smirk before Ja interrupts your moment.

“Seriously, what about me?” he asks, not seeming happy with the sudden position change.

Prager’s ears flatten back against the sides of his head and he frowns at Ja.

“Work it out.” he growls. Then his hands find your knees and he opens your legs for him. He wants to properly see you, not just use you.

Ja huffs in annoyance before lifting your upper body and resting your back on his lap. Prager runs his fingers over your entrance, parting your lips before pushing some cum back inside you. His motions make you shiver and you roll your hips forward while Ja open his pants just enough to relieve himself.

Your body starts reacting to Prager's touch and you realise he’s helping you reach your high too. But since he’s having a hard time containing himself, he removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces them with his length. Suddenly, it feels so good. You’ve gotten used to the intrusion now and it’s becoming pleasurable.

You turn your head to the side, noticing Ja trying to win your attention over. His dick is next to your face and at this point, you’re too tired and too unbothered to question anything. You just do. They’ve already seen all of you, you have nothing to hide anymore.

You open your mouth for him just like you did for Lopez but right before you want to wrap your lips around him, a gasp leaves you. Prager has started moving inside you and the new angle and change of position have you enjoying all of it.

Quickly, you fill your mouth with Ja’s length to prevent moans from slipping out. Those are still something that makes you often feel embarrassed. You know it’s stupid because usually, you want to be able to hear how you’re pleasing someone. But then again, you happen to be in a forest full of creatures that may not welcome you. So you don’t want to be screaming and crying on his cock (you do, but you won’t).

Your head gets all fuzzy with how good Prager is treating your body. You feel so stimulated that whimpers and moans do leave your body. However, they’re muffled through Ja but the vibrations of it drive him wild.

He’s been touching himself while watching you with Mansk and Lopez, so he feels like he will spill any second now.

Prager is just diving into you at this point. His hand comes up to apply gentle pressure to your clit while his other lifts one of your legs onto his shoulders. Everything is good right now. You have no worries.

“You gonna cum?” he asks, knowing you can’t reply with words. You frantically shake your head, slowly arching your back off the ground in preparation for your orgasm.

He grins and his pace never falters.

Behind you, Ja is a groaning mess. He’s just watching you struggle to angle your head for him but he can’t help you with that. He’s so close, you just need to continue for a few more seconds. You do and in moments following you hollowing your cheeks for him, his tail trembles as he cums. Some of it spills out onto your lips but you don’t mind. You just need cum yourself.

Prager doesn’t stop, in fact he just slightly increases his touch on your clit and you cry out once before your legs tremble and your orgasm floods your senses. Feeling you clench down around him has Prager in pure bliss and he follows almost straight after you.

What an odd scene this is. You hadn’t expected your day to go like this.

Lyle comes to your aid while the two soldiers redress themselves.

“You alright?” he asks but he can’t hold back the cheeky grin on his face.

“Yeah-” you breathe out. “I’m just so done.”

He chuckles, handing you your shorts and helping you put them on.

“You fuckers, it’ll stain the cloth.” you mumble, knowing all the cum will just leak out of you for the rest of the day.

“Don’t worry, you can get a refill later.” Lopez smirks as Lyle helps you to your feet and you punch Lopez’s shoulder.

A loud sigh leaves your lips.

“I can’t even walk back now.” you whine in frustration.

“I’ll carry you then.” Lyle offers with a grin and Mansk smirks.

“No, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” you say, realising you’re contradicting yourself.

Mansk raises an eyebrow at you and you wipe your hand over your face.

“I just like to complain.” you mumble, starting to slowly walk ahead. Your first few steps are wobbly, but you manage because Mansk and Prager walk next to you, letting you use them for support. Lyle leads the way again.

He’s calling off the mission for the day. We just have to come up with some excuse as to what happened.

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whxre-bxby · 8 months

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Hi! You're my favorite smut writer.

I want to try start writing smut myself, do you have any tips?

Yes I do.😂🩷 (sorry it's long)

I started writing in 2020 and now when I look back at what I wrote, it's horrible to me. But that's just how it is. You get better with time so don't put pressure on yourself. Writing fanfiction should be something you enjoy and you should mainly do it for you.

I started writing because I wanted to turn all the fake scenarios in my head into a fic so that I could reread it and not forget the plot. Then I decided that some people might be interested in reading my stuff (I published marvel smut on Wattpad for starters) so I started posting it.

It takes a while to grow a community of people around you who like reading what you post but once you have one, it's amazing. I'm really happy with mine.

For the writing, you just need to literally write down your wildest fanatasy. Like put it into words and just start writing the fanfiction the way you want it to be. It's your story, you decide all about it.

Try to stick to one time form? Like either present or past tense to not confused the readers (i struggle with that, sorry).

And try to make the characters realistic. Don't make up random things they say if it doesn't fit them. People and me get annoyed when the plot is good but the characters act so differently to how they usually would. (Again, your story so if you want it that way then that's your choice💕)

It takes some emotional intelligence to be able to read a character but you'l manage just fine. Sometimes reading fics other people wrote about them or characterisations can help you find out who they really are so that you can write for them better.

Everyone has their own writing style which I still can't identify but your readers can. And you will always find people who will love your stories, so don't worry if they don't blow up immediately, it takes time🩷

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whxre-bxby · 8 months

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Hi! Are your requests open?

If they are, I'd love to request a NSFW Mansk x reader where he gets possessive! Maybe reader wrestles with another recom and Mansk can smell him on her, which pisses him off, and he feels he needs to remind reader who she belongs to?? 👀

Thank you!!

(This is an old ask, requests are still closed for now. Back then they were not.) Thank you for submitting this! Sorry I changed the plot a little

Recom Mansk x f. Recom Y/N (x Recom Lyle / Lopez / Ja / Prager / Brown)

"Barracks Bunny: I Wanna Be Yours"

Bless the people who supply us with gifs, love you Masterlist

Summary: The recoms have a hard time dealing with their Avatars and their needs. Y/N is there to help most of them out, but no matter how often someone comes into her room, her heart feels empty. That is until she gets closer to Mansk who shows her how much she means to him.

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, scenting, possessiveness, teasing, crying, barracks bunny, cursing, penetration, oral sex, quickies, bond through tsaheylu

Word Count: 13,799 (holy fuck)

When you joined the military, you expected to be in and out in a few years. It wasn’t something you planned on doing most of your life but it just so happened to be that you stayed until you died.

You didn’t really have anything to lose, so when the RDA started recruiting soldiers to leave for Pandora, you signed up for the program. The journey to the planet was the hardest and most unbearable part of it all. Once you finally arrived, everything seemed to be great again. That was until war broke out. It was the entire planet against humankind. A war which lasted less than a day. A battle that killed you and everyone you knew.

That girl died that day, but her memories were given to you. You’re her Avatar, mixed with her and the Na’vi DNA. Life seemed different to you now. You had a new perspective and you had your friends back.

Before things got serious between the Na’vi and Humans, life seemed pretty good. You were starting to enjoy waking up in the morning because of the people you would see. Colonel Quaritch had and has a squad of highly trained marines. You’re a part of it.

Not a single person knew the other in the beginning but trauma bonding really helped you all get to know each other. You wouldn’t call every soldier in the team a friend. Everyone had their preferences.

Being stuck on Pandora day after day, working from morning to night was difficult. We rarely got time to ourselves which is why the tensions between many of us would rise. No one had been laid in almost a year. It was easier to find someone when we were regular Marines. But now, under Quaritch’s command, higher expectations were to be met.

But nothing runs perfectly all the time. This is why at the end of your time as a human on Pandora, you started feeling closer than usual to a few soldiers. Chemistry and sparks of excitement started becoming visible.

Having friends-with-benefits arrangements wasn’t uncommon, but no one dared ask or initiate anything within the team. One snitch and it’s all over.

In the beginning, it was all fun and games. You realised your potential interest in guys like Lyle, Mansk, and Prager. To be completely honest, most of your squad was surprisingly attractive. Something which you realised early on. Adding to your secret list, you liked Ja, Brown and Lopez too. There even seemed to be something attracting you to Zdinarsk and Walker but you weren’t sure whether you were brave enough to even attempt to go for them.

To your complete surprise, they seemed to like you. As mentioned, you would all just be joking around. Not everyone was constantly present at the same time but you realised you got along well with most of them. As touch-deprived as you all were, jokes became playful touches. Training sessions got interesting because many of them would constantly ask you to wrestle etc. Physical contact was longed for by you and them.

Eventually, you notice their behaviour change a little. When you were with one marine, they would frown when another came into the room looking for you. They had their own little petty arguments going on but what seemed to absolutely trigger the alarms in their heads was when you would be interacted with by people from outside the squad. Obviously, during working hours when the interactions were professional, it was fine. But the second a male soldier from a different squadron would start talking to you or even touch you in the slightest way, the fun was over. One marine from the Deja Blu team would instantly come to your side and shut it down. Not necessarily by violence, but often their presence seemed to be enough to scare others off and they knew that.

Soon, you started to feel like you were never left alone. Always with someone who seemed to escort you wherever.

When the great battle came, things ended very quickly. But waking up as Avatars, that’s a whole new experience. One which everyone struggled with.

Anyway, skipping past all other uninteresting details, things escalated when Lyle decided to make the first move. He decided he couldn’t wait any longer or at least his Avatar felt that way. This new body was much more difficult to deal with.

You were in the gym, doing your own workouts while sharing the room with Lyle and Lopez.

Lopez and you were both focused on your exercises but Lyle got distracted just 10 minutes in. You were wearing your sports bra and workout shorts. Leggings were no longer an option because they were difficult to put on with the tail. He was sitting on the bench he lifts weights on and his eyes were trained on you. They didn’t leave you once until you were almost finished. Lyle watched you do your pull-ups, admiring the way sweat glistened over your skin and especially the way it dripped down the middle of your cleavage. Your arms which were stronger than average but nothing compared to him, trembling along with your legs as you slowly lowered yourself back down.

Lopez noticed him staring from the corner of his eye while he was busy with his weights. It didn’t anger him, just slightly irritated his good mood. Lyle is a Corporal and should be exemplary to the rest of the team. If his self-control is crumbling then what can be expected of the others?

In the next second, he saw Lyle get up and walk over to you. His walk was different too, he seemed more tense.

Lopez rolled his eyes and huffed, knowing that Lyle must have gotten hard. But why in hell is he going to you?

“Y/N?” Lyle says, standing right in front of you. You peer down at him, your head hovering above the bar you were pulling your body up on. He didn’t look himself. You lowered yourself onto the ground, ears slightly pinned back because you didn’t get to finish your workout.

“Yeah?” you ask, pressing your fingers into fists to release the tension from your muscles.

You notice how Lyle almost seems nervous standing in front of you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“I can’t fuckin’ hide it anymore.” he says with a gulp.

You stare up at his towering figure, tilting your head with confusion. What is he saying?

“Just once is fine. Please. This doesn’t have to be a regular thing. I just need you right now.” His voice sounds strained and his body is tense.

“Wh- what?” you stutter, not wanting to assume he means what you’re thinking.

“Please- let me fuck you just this once. I won’t bother you with it again.”

Lyle’s words catch you off guard. He wasn’t joking. You knew that by how desperate and nervous he was. As if he knew that what he was asking was outrageous in a way. A request like no other.

But then again, to be completely honest, you yourself were struggling. Not just getting through the day, but you struggled not looking at Lyle while in the gym. He never has a shirt on when he works out.

Only now do you get an up-close look at all his muscles. The ceiling light illuminates his sweat-coated skin, making him look shiny and you have to take a deep breath to snap out of it.

“Lyle, I-” you start to say but you’re not even sure how to respond. But to your luck, Lyle cannot physically restrain himself any longer. You’d have to hit him to make it clear you’re saying no, but you won’t. Perhaps he can help relieve this unbearable burning sensation that’s been agitating you for weeks between your legs.

He is dragging you behind him and into the showers. Lyle isn’t rough with you, but his movements are hurried. You catch a glimpse of his erection almost piercing through his shorts and seeing Lyle so worked up for you has you wanting this too.

His hands are on you once you reach the showers and he presses you up against a wall almost immediately. One of his hands reaches for the tap and he turns the shower on. It’s pleasantly warm. Both of you have your clothes on which are more torn apart than peeled off.

Once you’re naked, Lyle groans and the sight makes him weak. He leans down to kiss you passionately, exploring your mouth with his tongue in a heated kiss before he just melts and buries his face in your chest. His arms hook under your thighs and he lifts you up to his height while your back slides against the slippery tiles of the wall behind you. There’s no time to say anything. Lyle just needs to be inside you.

He is peppering your chest and neck with kisses in a way to almost distract you from his real intentions. He is gently yet desperately bucking his hips forward until his prodding tip finally finds your opening. Lyle knows he’s on thin ice here but with so little self-control left, his hips suddenly snap forward and his entire length is pushing open your walls.

A string of curses leaves his lips while his face is hiding in the crook of your neck. He seems almost afraid to look up at you because a small part of him knows he should not be doing this. Especially not without talking it through with you first.

“I’m sorry-” he breathily whispers into your ear, but his movements continue. You can hear the guilt in his voice.

“Don’t be.” you answer before gasping when he bottoms out again. His ears twitch forward, wanting to hear all your noises.

Your heavy breathing, caressing hands and occasional moans filter the worries from his mind.

“Fuck, you feel so good-” he breathes out.

His mouth is hanging open and his hot breath is fanning against the side of your face while his hips sloppily thrust in and out of you. You’re eyes watch his thigh muscles flex and biceps strain. You can tell Lyle won’t last long and his mind is too clouded with lust to focus on anything but the pleasure he is feeling from you. So to help yourself a little, you slip your hand between both your bodies and start rubbing your clit. Just enough to have your hips pushing against his.

He looks down as well, watching you play with yourself and it makes his rhythm falter for a few seconds.

“Shit,” he swears, starting to fuck himself into you harder than before. It seems he likes the sight because he isn’t looking away.

Your head gently lolls back against the wall and you decide to pull Lyle closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. With the next thrust, he pushes deeper into your pussy than before. A low growl leaves his lips and at this point, he is desperately chasing his release.

Luckily, you’re not far from your high either. You arch your back off the wall, pressing yourself further against him. The new angle causes his abdomen to slide and nudge your clit with each thrust and you just open yourself to him as much as possible.

Lyle’s hands are digging into your plush hips, holding you in place while he continues to ruthlessly pound himself into you.

You feel your stomach tighten and your nails dig into the hard muscles of his strong shoulders.

He is paying attention to your reactions and body language and somehow having your nails scrape the skin of his shoulders encourages him to keep the same pace but deepen his strokes. Lyle is rolling his hips against yours while continuing to pound into you. Slapping sounds of skin have already filled the room and muffled your small whines.

Warm water is running down both your glistening bodies and you can occasionally feel each other’s muscles twitch after the workout session you’ve had.

You’re eyelashes are soaked and your wavy hair has completely straightened in the water, resting on your back.

Seeing you like this is a gift for Lyle. It feels oddly intimate to him and has him just holding your body closer to his.

“Lyle-” you whisper, barely able to form words. But he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. He’s close too.

With the next few thrusts, Lyle pushes you over the edge and into pure bliss. Your toes curl, your legs tighten around him, your mouth falls open, and your walls clench around his dick. It feels like you’re almost sucking him into you, not wanting to have him pull out until he’s filled you with his cum.

Neither of you have discussed this. There’s been no time. But it’s too late now anyway. Lyle’s hips stutter and with one last thrust, he buries himself balls-deep inside your pulsating cunt before filling you with his hot ropes of cum. You moan his name, gasping when you feel exactly how much he’s filling you up. He’s definitely ejaculating more than the usual amount but you love the feeling.

Your movements still and soon after you, Lyle stops desperately bucking his hips forward and stays inside you for a minute. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to steady your breathing. Looking down again, you notice how some of his cum is oozing out of the sides because he’s pumped you completely full.

After a minute of comfortable silence, Lyle sighs.

“Sorry,” he starts, still seeming to feel too bad about himself to look into your eyes. “I know I shouldn’t have-”

“Lyle, don’t worry about it. You feel better now?” you ask and he nods against your skin. “Me too.” You add.

He looks up at you now and receives a faint smile. He returns it, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out and placing you back on the ground. His cum was now dripping down your legs uncontrollably which reminded him of his other mistake.

“I shouldn’t have done that though.” he says, motioning to the mess he made. “We didn’t decide on that and I’m sorry.” Lyle adds. Yeah, that is another issue.

“It’s not a big deal.” you reply, waving it off. “Even if I get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be alive long enough for it to be visible.”

His ears droop to the sides. Not that he wanted you pregnant but he hated when you or others would say things like this. Even if he knew you’re most likely right.

“Besides, I don’t think the lab made the female Avatars fertile. So it’s fine.” you add, remembering them telling you that while you were still human. There was no point in it being that way, so they decided to just have you not grow any reproductive organs. At least not functioning ones. But it seems you can still have a sex life that way so you’re really not complaining.

Lyle seems hesitant about letting you go so he helps you clean up in the shower which you appreciate. After that, you both get ready and dressed into clothes while talking and he brings you to your room before heading to his own. It was a sweet gesture. Something you thought would be a one-time-only thing.

Of course, one can’t forget that you weren’t alone in the gym that night. Lopez had watched the two of you leave and also heard everything he needed, to know what was happening. You would think he would leave out of embarrassment, disgust, or annoyance but no. Lopez stayed to listen to you.

He wasn’t necessarily jealous of Lyle for being able to have you to himself but he knew what he wanted now and it annoyed him that he wasn’t the one making you be that noisy. A desire for you grew in him and once the noise faded, he left the gym.

With his devilish and malevolent character traits, Lopez didn’t keep the news to himself. He found Ja sitting at a table with Prager and Mansk. They seemed to be in a deep conversation and not far from them was Brown who was digging around in the fridge for some late-night snacks.

They heard him burst through the doors and Lopez immediately sat down at their table, interrupting their conversation and bluntly saying “Lyle and Y/N are fucking in the showers.”

That statement shut everyone up. There was a long moment of silence before Lopez cackled at their reactions.

“Say what now?” Ja asks in disbelief and Lopez grins at him.

“Lyle dragged Y/N to the showers.” he said.

“Does she need help?” Prager asks almost getting up, not sure whether you’re voluntarily in there.

“No, you idiot.” Lopez hisses, motioning for him to sit down again. By now, Brown overheard the conversation and quickly returned to the table.

“You saw ‘em?” Brown asks and Lopez shakes his head.

“Saw them leave. But I heard her.” he grins again. Ja smirks at the thought while the others stay quiet. At least Prager and Mansk have the decency and respect to not act like morons.

“She seems to have it as bad as us.” Lopez says, letting his words sink into the silence of the table for everyone to process.

“Stop fuckin’ around and let ‘er be.” Mansk says in your defence, not liking the way they’re talking about you.

Lopez frowns at his words. “Hey, don’t get all protective and shit.”

Mansk’s ears tip back in agitation but he chooses to stay silent. Not because he doesn’t want to oppose Lopez, but because it’s not always necessary to use words.

“Either way, I’m goin’ next.” Lopez adds and Ja scoffs.

“You think she’d let your dumbass?” Ja asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Wait until that fucking heat cycle hits.” Brown adds, placing his drink on the table.

They were told about that before you all got your Avatars. No one spoke about it before but it seems that they have all thought about it a lot.

“She’ll be a bitch in heat.” Lopez grins, flashing his fangs. That really gets on Mansk’s nerves.

“Quit talkin’ about her like that. She’s one of us, so treat ‘er like it.” Mansk growls.

“I was just joking.” Lopez says. His grin turns into a smirk and he glances at Ja again. “Wouldn’t treat her like one.”

“Unless she’s into that shit.” Ja chuckles.

Lopez continues to defend himself. “Hey, to her? I’d be the nicest out of all of you.”

Prager scoffs. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. She’s fuckin’ precious.” Lopez adds, trying to convince him.

At that moment, Lyle relaxedly walks into the room with a towel over his shoulder. He spots his teammates and makes his way to their table.

“You lucky son of a bitch.” Brown snarls, crossing his arms over his chest while watching the Corporal.

Lyle stops in his steps, a foot from the table, staring at him. As if he weren’t sure whether Brown meant what he feared he did and if he knew, how?

“How the fuck do you know?” Lyle asks, not even bothering to try and keep what just happened between you two discreet.

“You didn’t even try to sneak away.” Lopez says, grinning up at him.

Lyle sighs, running a hand over his face to deal with the fact that all his friends know what happened between you and him. Not that he was ashamed, far from it, he just wanted to keep it to himself. He wanted to keep you to himself.

“Asshole.” Lyle murmurs, glancing at Lopez.

“How was it?” Ja asks, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Lyle stares at him, not sure whether he wants to share it with everyone but then he is reminded again of you, what you looked like, and what you felt like.

He scoffs, smiling to himself. “Fuckin’ heaven.”

“That’s it?” Brown asks and Mansk shoots him a glare.

“I’m not tellin’ you the details, idiot. It’s between her and me.” Lyle says, standing up for you. He wasn’t about to expose you to them. The moment was special to him.

“If you wanna know so bad, go to her and find out.” Lyle mumbles, speaking before thinking. As soon as they leave his mouth, he regrets saying that. It causes a few minutes of silence before Lopez gets up.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” he says, wanting to walk away but Lyle gets up immediately after him and blocks his path.

Lopez isn’t scared. He often likes to wind up his teammates and cause fights. So he cocks an eyebrow in a challenging manner.

“She’s fuckin’ sleepin’ and you’re gonna let ‘er rest.” Lyle growls, seeming very irritated now.

Lopez smirks at him, taking note of how protective he is being.

“Just cause she let you on her once doesn’t mean she’s yours.” he seethes, squaring off with Lyle.

“You’re turn’s over, buddy. I’m next.” Lopez adds, staring him down before walking away to his own room.

Once the door closes behind him Lyle huffs in annoyance and sits back down.

“He ain’t wrong, you know?” Brown says, taking his things and returning them to the fridge. No one says anything after that, everyone goes their own way.

The next few days you noticed the other recom’s behaviour change. Not drastically, but you can feel it. Lopez suddenly acted very differently towards you.

Oftentimes, he would just hang around you and keep you sucked into your conversation. Then there were times when he would invade your personal space but he never talked about it. He made it seem innocent as if it were normal. So you brushed it off because you didn’t want to bring it up. It didn’t bother you, it was just new.

While you were getting food, Lopez would stand right next to you so that your shoulders were touching even though you both had so much space. One day, you were fixing the engine of one of the helicopters and he stood himself right behind you, stretching his arms forward so that he was caging you in while pretending to help you even though you knew what you were doing. When he did this, you’re face would go red and you would look away. You didn’t understand.

Lyle and the others did and they were always watching his interactions with you. At one point, Lyle told him off for it but Lopez shrugged it off as if it were normal.

When you were testing new weapons, Lopez decided to once again hold you from behind because he said he was helping you with your form and aim. It didn’t really make sense because your stance and shooting was better than his. He didn’t have the authority to help. If anyone should have been giving you tips, it should be Mansk. This was his area of expertise.

Luckily Mansk was there and he was very clearly not happy with what was happening in front of him. Within seconds of Lopez standing too close to you again, Mansk grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him right off of you. Lopez stumbled back, starting to argue with him but Mansk told him off and made him leave. You haven’t seen Mansk so angry before. It made you wonder why that suddenly got under his skin.

He huffed in annoyance before turning to you.

“Sorry about that, you’re form is fine. Keep goin’.” he said and you nodded, practising your aim before taking apart the gun while he watched.

“Thanks, by the way.” You said, glancing at him shortly before facing the front again. His ears are released from being strained back and perk forward.

“I don’t know why he does that.” you say, rolling your shoulder before firing a bullet at the target.

Mansk frowns again at the thought of Lopez.

“You don’t need to let him. He shouldn’t be doin’ that.”

“Yeah…” you sigh, lowering your gun and reloading it. “It just seems harmless. I don’t want to make a big deal of it.”

Out of your view, Mansk scoffs to himself knowing very well that Lopez’s intentions are not harmless. He knows what he wants and somehow, Mansk wants to prevent Lopez from getting to you.

“Trust me, it’s not.” he replies. You listen, staying quiet for a few moments before shrugging it off and continuing. Mansk sighs, looking at the ground before unfolding his crossed arms and stepping forward to you.

He stands next to you, scanning your body to see if you’re standing like you are supposed to. His eyes catch a small mistake. He gently taps your elbow, making you stop for a second before you stretch it and correct yourself. ‘Don’t bend elbows, got it.’ you think.

“There, now it’s good.” he says with a small smile before his expression returns to its usual blank state. You nod, smiling back.

Somehow, his touch felt comforting. Mansk never pushed you. He would test you, but never interfere with what you were doing. He let you work and only intervened when it was necessary. Something about him being so respectful and gentle with you made butterflies erupt in your stomach, but you dared not to react. Then again, he was often cold and quiet, so you found it quite difficult to read him. There were times when you weren’t even sure if he liked you in a normal friendly way, but seeing him look out for you like he did today managed to change your mind.

But Lopez didn’t give up. He was needy and he used his knowledge of knowing your body was difficult to deal with, to his advantage. You get affected by hormones and other’s scents a lot easier now.

One evening, Lopez escorted you back to your room. He didn’t have to, you were fine but he did anyway. You still liked him. He did seem to be clingy often but you blamed it on his struggles to adapt to his Avatar. In reality, that was a part of the problem too. Just like Lyle had struggled with his.

He stopped at your door, watching you unlock it. When you opened it you turned the lights on before facing him again. Something in the way he looked at you had changed. He was leaning against the frame of your doorway and intensely staring into your wide eyes.

Being around you so much made him feel addicted to your scent. Your sweet scent drove him feral at times and made it difficult for him to concentrate on work. He knew exactly where it was strongest on your body and the lust in his eyes betrayed him that evening. You noticed his state and instinctively seemed to know what was happening.

“Can I come in?” he asks. This time, he isn’t pushy or urging you to do anything. Lopez sounds genuine and if you heard correctly, perhaps even a little sad.

“Please,” he softly adds. As if he suddenly realised how badly he’s been behaving to you. It made him feel guilty for taking advantage of your kind heart because you never told him off for it. He wanted to apologise but then again, he was really struggling to fight off his arousal. It did seem to upset him but he just needed you to answer, in case there was a chance you would still let him be near you after all that.

You take a few moments to think about it before stepping aside and opening the door wider. Watching his eyes light up in surprise has you feeling confident you made the right choice. He was an asshole at times but never directly to you.

Lopez warily walked inside, being ready to leave in case you abruptly changed your mind but you didn’t. You closed the door behind him and he looked at you, watching your behaviour to make sure he wasn’t overstepping your boundaries anymore. This time, you decided to initiate the first step, walking forward and gently raising your hand to pull his head down towards you. He melted against your touch. That was what he needed; you to make the first step. Now he knew he had your consent so he didn’t have to torture himself with waiting anymore.

That night, neither of you got much sleep. His harsh thrusts kept you awake. You noticed Lopez was trying to extend his and your pleasure until you both broke and it worked. The forced orgasm denial drove you both to just be rougher and finally, he let you cum with him.

He gave you the necessary aftercare, laying in bed with you for a while after you both finished. He did care for you, but both of you just needed to release some tension. That’s all it was. You kissed once. The rest was just pure sex. There wasn’t anything romantic about it but you didn’t mind. You didn’t want that with him. He’s your friend.

But Lopez left after a while, knowing you’d both get in trouble if he would be seen leaving your room in the morning. Again, you didn’t mind. You like him, but not in the way that you would want to cuddle and sleep in the same bed as him.

Now, do you think that Lopez kept his mouth shut after that evening with you?

Do you?

Do you really?

No, of course not. Why would he? The next day already he was bragging to Brown and Ja about it.

Lyle saw him cackling and Lopez seemed happier than usual. Too happy for Lyle’s liking. So he went closer, pretending to busy himself with anything else while listening to what they were saying.

“No way. She let you?” Ja asked. Lyle frowned, continuing to eavesdrop on his colleagues.

“Yeah. Wait, why are you surprised?” Lopez replied taking offence and nudging Ja’s chest, making him stumble a step back.

“Just thought Y/N had higher standards.” Brown chuckled.

“Yeah, high enough to not let you pass.” Lopez argued. Insults got under his skin very easily.

“We’ll see.” Brown grins, walking away.

Lyle is pissed off now too. No way did Lopez lay hands on you. He didn’t want to believe it but then again, it was out of his hands. In a way, he wished he could have been the only one to experience you in that way, but it’s not up to him. To Lyle, you’re still out of his league in his eyes. If what they said was true then he knows you’re just doing it for shits and giggles. There’s nothing romantic behind it and now, it doesn’t seem to bother him anymore. Who can stop someone from having a little fun?

He walks away, shaking his head and sitting back down at his table with Mansk, Prager and Fike.

“What?” Fike asks, noticing his friend has something on his mind. Mansk noticed it too but decided against pointing it out.

“Lopez wasn’t messin’ around.” Lyle says, scoffing before taking a sip of his drink.

“What do you mean?” Prager asks, dropping the spoon of his soup to listen.

“He actually managed to somehow persuade Y/N to sleep with him.” Lyle says in a casual manner.

Fike laughs, glancing around the room to find Lopez still talking to Ja. “No way.”

Mansk’s ears have tipped back again. He stopped eating and his fingers tightened around the cutlery he was holding. His own eyes raised and found Lopez, glaring daggers into his back. Lopez seemed to feel the eyes on him, turning around and looking at Mansk before grinning evilly and turning back around.

Mansk never had a problem with his teammate until now. He had to really fight off the urge to go up to him and punch him. His sudden craving for violence surprised him because this never happened. Mansk was only violent when it was required of him.

Knowing that an idiot like Lopez had laid his filthy hands on your beautiful body had Mansk boiling with anger. The conversation on the table had faded from his hearing and all he could hear was his thoughts and the clock ticking in the background. Without any hesitation, he got up, leaving his food behind and leaving the room. His friends watched him but didn’t say anything because he left calmly. Mansk doesn’t storm out of rooms, his temper is too good for that.

A week went by now and you have received numerous visits from other recoms. Brown invited you to his room, saying he thinks he found something of yours. Once you entered and asked what it was, he seemed confused that you hadn’t caught on to the fairly obvious request he had. He didn’t actually have anything of yours in his room.

You weren’t used to this. All the sudden attention from everyone. Well not everyone, but many recoms.

You asked him why he didn’t go and ask Zdinarsk or Walker to help him, but Brown just raised his eyebrow and gave you the ‘Are you serious?’ look.

“Not to be rude, but you’re the hottest one here. I’d rather just bear through it than ask them.” Brown says. You know that Walker and Z-Dog would probably just laugh at him, just like they would laugh at all the others. It did seem like he was taking advantage of your willingness to help.

“So I’m your only option?” You ask, not seeming convinced.

“No, Y/N you’re not an option. I’ve fuckin’ dreamed of you like this.” he says, trying to emphasize how bad he has it for you. Brown wasn’t being rude or pushy either. He spoke his words with humour.

You decided to help Brown. I mean, why let him suffer? What do you have to lose? It won’t hurt either of you and you usually get a kick out of it.

By the end of the week, just over half the team had been at your door, begging for you to help them out the way you helped the others. It was almost becoming a routine. One you would never get used to.

But one night, you lay in bed and looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling upset. You felt a little used, but not neglected. Lyle, Lopez, Brown, Ja, and Prager all made sure to show you how much they cared for you. But you were not used to doing something so intimate with someone you didn’t have romantic feelings for.

You also had them all cum outside of you, just to make sure the chances of becoming a mother were being minimised.

At first, it seemed funny to you, but now it confused you. The tough girl you are, you just shrugged it off and went to sleep. They were all nice to you and took care of you when you were done. Not a single soldier just left you afterwards. But something about it still left your heart feeling empty.

To deal with your worries, you decided to try Ja’s strategy and fuck them away. You’re not sure if that will work.

The training routines continued and you were told to spend more time practicing your firearm skills. Those were Quaritch’s orders. You need Mansk to help you out with that.

You’re weekly sessions with him were thereby doubled and Mansk started showing you everything you needed to know about your weapons and their handling. It started off really well. He explained everything to you and you seemed to almost instantly understand. You cherished the small moments with him, like when he would hold your arm to keep your aim straight or when he would readjust your hands with his so that you would be holding the gun straight.

It just so happened to be that Mansk became your comfort person. He was your safe space and you looked forward to seeing him. Of course, you didn’t tell him that. He still intimidated you but there were rare occasions when his stern stare would falter and his expression would soften. You noted this only happened with you and it made your heart race. But you were basically a professional when it came to jumping to conclusions, so you decided to lay low.

Today was another day you would spend mostly with Mansk. Every recom had their area of expertise. Guns and firearms were his.

You were sitting next to each other and Mansk was watching you disassemble your weapon. You have to know what it’s made of, how it’s built and how to put it together and take it apart to be able to properly use it.

The first few bits came off and within a minute, you had taken apart the entire assault rifle. Now you just had to put it all together again. Mansk was intently watching your movements, staying silent to let you concentrate. You started to realise that the quietness of his presence was comfortable and perhaps even the opposite of awkward.

But today you were having a bad day. You’re worries and occasional self-consciousness were infecting your thoughts, so you had a hard time focusing and remembering what to do. Mansk noticed you become unsure of what you were doing so he gave you the next piece, to help you out. You flashed him a small smile before putting it on but it just kept repeating. Your hands started trembling so you rested them on your lap to prevent him from seeing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” you groan, wiping your hand over your face before covering your mouth to hide a small yawn.

“Hey, you managed last time. Try again.” Mansk says, taking your hand to show you how to hold it properly before letting you do your thing. You look down at all the remaining pieces and pick up the wrong one, trying to fit it on but it won’t work.

You sigh, once again dropping your hands in defeat. It’s becoming frustrating but you know it’s because you can’t concentrate. In an attempt to ground yourself in reality and away from your thoughts, your body starts to tip sideways and your head nudges Mansk’s shoulder. He stays still for a few seconds before softly peering down at you. Your half-lidded eyes and droopy ears give your current state away.

“Didn’t sleep much?” he asks with a small chuckle. He thought it might help you lighten up and have you return to your good mood but your body just tensed. You lift your tired head from his strong shoulder, looking at him to see whether you heard him right.

He gets up, slowly taking the bits and pieces from your hands. You watch him closely while your thoughts run wild. ‘Does he know?’ ‘Did they tell him?’.

He flashes you a knowing smirk before turning around to put away the half-finished weapon. Mansk didn’t have bad intentions. Yes, he knew what you and his friends were doing but he didn’t think badly of you. To Mansk, you were still you. The girl he would quietly admire from afar and protect when it was necessary. It’s out of his comfort zone to act on his feelings. But there is more to him than to the other recoms. Mansk genuinely likes you.

Yep, he knows. Your heart sinks and suddenly, you feel dirty, ashamed and embarrassed. You like Mansk and think that he must think badly of you know. I mean, how could he not? You’ve basically fucked all his friends. It makes you feel like a slut. Someone never to be taken seriously again.

He turns to face you again with a faint smile on his face, wanting to show you that he finished putting your gun back together again but he doesn’t see you smiling or laughing.

You’re still sitting where you were, but you’re body seemed to be cramped closer together. He noticed your head hung low and your hand was covering your face while your ears were pinned back and your body trembled with uneven inhales and sobs.

He immediately regretted his actions and choice of words. The gun was put back and he slowly neared you again, thinking of what to do. He couldn’t believe that he made you cry and god, he resented himself for it. Seeing you so fragile and upset made his heart ache.

“Y/N, I-” he starts to say but you shake your head.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, still refusing to look at him.

Mansk can see your tears drop down on your thighs, staining the fabric of your pants. His ears perk at your words.

“What for? I’m the one that hurt you.” he says, running a hand over his head. Never has he regretted something in his life as much as now.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Mansk.” You sob, referring to your hook-up sessions with the others.

He lets you speak, in case there is something you want to get off your chest. To somehow help you, he takes a seat next to you again, but he isn’t sure whether it will do much because he is the one who made you cry in the first place.

“I just feel so stupid and slutty for doing all that.” you manage to push the words out through trembling lips. You don’t know why you’re telling him, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Mansk wouldn’t go and share this with others. He prefers to keep things to himself.

“I am stupid for whining about it now.�� you add.

His eyes are saddened at the thought of you hating yourself. He wishes you could see what you look like in his eyes.

“Don’t say that.” he says. His voice is soft and comforting now. It almost feels like a blanket just wraps itself around you and protects you when he speaks.

You sigh before looking up at him. Mansk looks guilty and disappointed in himself which makes you feel bad for falling apart in front of him. You didn’t want him blaming himself for your mental instability.

When he sees your red, glassy eyes, wettened eyelashes and tear-stained cheeks his shoulders slump in further disappointment and his ears droop.

“Mansk, it’s not your fault. I needed to let it out for a while now.” You say softly. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks down and you can see he is in deep thought. His eyebrows are furrowed and his tail is unnaturally still.

To somehow help him, you lean against him again, this time fully relaxing against his side. Mansk doesn’t relax, his body tenses at the physical contact. Something you both exchange very rarely.

“I didn’t want to cry in front of anyone else. Or alone.” You say, wrapping your arms around his larger one while you both sit in silence next to one another. After a minute, you feel Mansk’s tension slowly fade until you’re both comfortable.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, he does. He just isn’t used to it, especially not from someone he really likes, like you. Mansk doesn’t see why or how you could like him, but he won’t push you away when you look so comfortable and calm with him. It does something to him. Deep inside, it seems to bring some life to his cold and neglected heart.

“Thank you.” You whisper after a while. He looks down at you, wondering what you mean. You can feel his confusion and it makes you smile, so you look up to meet his gaze.

“For being you. I needed this.” you say.

He’s still staring down at you with widened eyes, but his gaze shifts from confusion to adoration and you can see it.

You know that Mansk is a confident person but he is unsure of himself when it comes to him as a person. To make him understand you, you decide to just phrase it as boldly as possible.

“I like spending time with you. You make me feel safe.” you say. You’re words grow softer and almost break into a whisper before you look down again and lean your head against his bicep.

Meanwhile, Mansk’s heart has now sprung to life and is racing. He can’t believe what you just said. You like being with him? It’s something he can’t really understand, but he knows you aren’t lying. Hearing those words makes him feel a sense of pride in his chest because he knows very well that you didn’t say anything along those lines to the others. You feel like this just around him. This moment will forever be remembered by him and he will use it to calm himself and make himself feel better whenever necessary.

Mansk was able to smell the faint scent of another recom on you now and before. He wasn’t angry but he hated that they had still tainted you like this. It weakened your sweet scent which he looked forward to feeling every day. But again, now you were with him, not them.

After another few minutes of just relaxing in each other’s presence, your eyes meet the clock and you realise how late it is.

“It’s getting late.” You say, slowly unwrapping your arms from his one. The loss of your body warmth makes him long for it now. “I should go.”

He nods, watching you slowly get up.

“Thanks again, Manks.” You smile at him, grabbing your vest before walking to the door. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” he replies, watching you close the door behind you and leave. Now that you were gone, he realised he found your presence comforting too. You both equally muted each other's negative thoughts. Like it was meant to be.

The next day, Quaritch cancelled your time in the weaponry room with Mansk and told you to join Lopez, Ja, and Fike in regular training. You weren’t going to disobey his orders so you went.

It was tough, not only pushing through all the physical work but also dealing with the teasing, especially Ja and Lopez put you through.

When you were doing push-ups, Lopez sat himself in front of you and kept trying to fluster you with praise and pet names.

“Just like that, good job, babygirl.” he grinned, watching your concentration falter and break.

“Shut up.” you breathe out, trying to reach your goal.

“Come on you’re so close, don’t stop now.” he coos and you groan out in frustration, trying to stay composed. After your pleasant interaction with Mansk, nothing anyone did really got to you anymore. A week or two ago, this would have made you a blushing mess. But now, Lopez seemed to just get on your nerves. You still liked him as a friend, but he was also the type of friend who could use an occasional punch to the face.

Mansk walked past the gym with Lyle and the Colonel. Quaritch was telling them about the mission and they all paused to look at the four of you work out. It was pretty clear that you and Fike were the only ones really doing much. Lopez and Ja were constantly hanging around you.

Mansk automatically searched for you and his ears tipped back in irritation when he saw them hanging around you. Lopez had his typical grin on his face and Ja seemed too amused for his liking. They were both watching you struggle and he could see that they were commenting on what you were doing. His eyes also caught on to the way you glared at them, which made him want to go in there and remove them from the room to leave you in peace. But it wasn’t up to him.

Luckily, Quaritch spotted their little game too and opened the large gym door, barking orders at them.

“If I don’t see the two of you as tired and hard-workin’ as Y/N I’ll assign you to hard labour and night watch.” The Colonel threatens, making Lopez and Ja jump up and straighten their posture.

You freeze, looking over your shoulder while holding yourself in your one-arm-push-up position, before smiling and continuing. Mansk smirks, watching you perfect your form during your workout and Lyle chuckles before they walk away again.

That evening, Mansk decides he wants to do something nice for you. You have to put up with morons like Ja and Lopez all day and you’re expected to be fine. Manks knows it must wear you out, so he wants you to end your second bad day nicely.

You’re in your room, hair still damp from your shower while you flick through one of your old books. It’s already an hour past dinner and you’re in you’re sitting in your large sleep t-shirt and loose shorts. Suddenly, your head jolts up and your ears perk forward when you hear a knock on your door. You freeze and your heart drops for a few seconds. What if it’s someone asking you to ‘help’ them again? You wish you had a peephole.

Either way, even if it is, you don’t have to agree. You felt bad to reject them before but now, you feel more confident to just say no. You don’t feel like hooking up with someone you barely know or don’t have any intimate feelings for anymore. It’s not what you like.

A wave of sudden confidence surges through you and you put your book on your nightstand before getting up and reaching for the doorknob. Opening it, you don’t even look at the person’s face before starting to speak.

“I’m not doing this anymore. You can leave n-” you say but your words catch in your throat when you see Mansk.

He looks slightly confused and you quickly correct yourself.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I thought maybe-” you start to stutter, before sighing and facepalming your forehead. ‘Great job at reminding him of your slutty behaviour.’ you think.

Mansk smiles to himself, catching on to your thought process and feeling pleased you were ready to decline anyone else.

“Evenin’.” he says in a cocky manner, stretching his smile into a one-sided smirk.

“Hey, is everything alright? I was-” You start to blabber but your words get caught in your throat once you lower your gaze to his middle. Mansk is holding a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful red ones. You’re eyes go wide and you look back up at him, wanting to hear an explanation.

Your reaction seems to amuse him.

“Yeah, I got you flowers. Figured after all you’re goin’ through, it’s the least I can do.” he says, handing them to you.

Your eyes flicker between the flowers and his eyes as if asking him whether he is serious. Once he hands them to you, you continue to admire them before smiling up at him in a way he’s never seen you smile. You feel tears sting the corners of your eyes and the tip of your nose.

No one has ever gotten you flowers before. No man at least. Not in this way.

“Thank you.” You say. Your voice has grown softer and quieter while you digest that you have received flowers from Mansk. You don’t know where he could have possibly gotten them from. Perhaps he picked them because you definitely can’t get any from a flower shop here. But either way, this small action warmed the core of your heart.

“You deserve ‘em. Better ones probably, but those were the only ones I could find.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It seems as though this is the first time he is doing this too.

“No, they’re beautiful. I love them.” You say with the biggest smile stretching across your face. One that tells Mansk he did good and that the flowers were good enough for you.

You don’t want to dismiss him. Especially not after this kind gesture. You also happen to miss his presence ever since the Colonel cut your sessions with him.

“Would you like to come inside?” You ask, stepping aside and pushing your door open a little further.

God, yes does Mansk want to. But he’s afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He’s even more afraid of you thinking that he is after what the other recoms are. Which is your body. Mansk sees you for who you are. You mean more to him.

“If you don’t mind.” he says, not moving until you reassure him it’s okay with you one more time.

“Not at all.” You smile again, making way for him. Mansk decides to step out of his comfort zone a little and be a little more forward than usual. Staying quiet and ignoring his feelings hasn’t really gotten him anywhere. Now, he might have a chance with you and he will do anything to not mess it up.

He enters your room. It’s not anything special. All of your rooms look alike. You’re not allowed to excessively decorate them either, so there isn’t much looking to do. Less distractions mean he can spend more time admiring you.

You close the door behind both of you and walk over to your table to put the flowers in a glass of water. The RDA doesn’t provide you with vases so this will have to do. Then you go to your bed to sit on it. There isn’t anywhere else one can sit except for the ground. Glancing up at Mansk you pat the spot next to you, silently asking him to join you. Mansk listens.

The bed dips under his weight and once again, you find yourself silently admiring him. He’s so big. Not the buffest, but you preferred it this way. Extreme amounts of muscle often even scare you. Mansk is lean, built and tall. His torso carries most of his weight and you love how his chest and arms often make normal shirts and clothes look a size too small. But before he can notice your lingering eyes, you look away and ahead of you.

“Did Lopez and Ja get night watch?” Mansk chuckles, hoping to break the ice with a small joke. He’s expecting you to say no.

“Yeah.” you say with a scoff when you remember their stupid games.

Mansk’s smile is wiped off his face. “Really?” he asks, wondering what else they had done to receive punishment.

“Mhm.” You nod, straightening your posture before sighing. “Lopez tried to do push-ups above me.”

Mansk’s ears instantly tip back as he pictures Lopez climbing on top of your body to further annoy you.

“It didn’t work.” you snort, shaking your head. Mansk looks back down at you. God, you’re so innocent in a way that is has his heart melting for you. You probably don’t even realise that most of the things they do are meant to be sexually aggravating. While thinking of what those two idiots put you through again, Mansk suddenly picks up a vague scent. Once again it isn’t yours. It hints to Lopez and it just winds Mansk up. There is nothing he hates more than the way they stain and pollute you with their smell.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I didn’t mean to.” You say, reminding him of the way you basically hugged his right arm. It brings Mansk back to reality, making him pause his violent thoughts.

He turns his head down to look at you. “You didn’t.” he reassures you. His voice once again calms all your nerves. “It was nice.”

Your ears perk up at his words and your tail swishes against the mattress while you peer up at him.

Seeing how beautiful and relaxed you look drives him to further express himself. Something, Mansk never does.

“You’re nice.” he softly says, watching how your beautiful, glassy eyes widen in surprise.

You’re at a loss for words. The next few moments you just gaze into each other's eyes. Mansk doesn’t want to move too fast because he is still worried you will think he just wants a quick hook-up. He wants you, all of you, but it’s up to you to initiate the first steps. Just so that he knows you’re comfortable for sure.

You sigh, dropping your head into your palm.

“You’re making me feel too special. I’m not used to this.” you say with a soft chuckle. He notices a small blush appear on your cheeks and it makes him smile. If he really has that effect on you then Mansk is the happiest man on this planet.

“Then I’ll make you get used to it.” he smiles with a soft laugh.

“How do you like me?” You ask, seeming self-conscious of yourself as well. “I slept with all your friends, I mean. Who does that?”

He notices you get nervous and he knows he has to step in before you get upset again.

“Y/N, it doesn’t bother me.” he says, turning to you so that his body is now fully facing you. “Y/N.” he repeats, gently touching your shoulder in hopes of persuading you to look up at him.

“I don’t care about that.” he says and you gulp, leaning your body into the touch of his large, warm hand.

Mansk isn’t lying. Sure, he would get annoyed at their attitude towards you and he hated that they used you, but it didn’t make him think any less of you. Your actions didn’t bother him about you because he knew they weren’t ever intimate in a romantic way with you. He knows he is the only person seeing you this relaxed and comforted because apparently, he makes you feel like you can open up to him. That’s what he cares about and it prides him greatly.

“I love you.” you suddenly blurt out. Your words surprise you both equally but they brighten Mansk’s expression.

“Sorry-” you quickly say, cursing to yourself. “I got carried away and-”

“Say it again.” he asks. His voice is so faint one could count it as a whisper. You stare at him for a few long seconds before slowly repeating yourself.

“I love you.” you say, knowing there is no going back now. You’re in too deep. The blush on your face just darkens and Mansk smiles to himself before looking away. You watch him, confused about his reaction.

He’s staring at the door in front of the two of you, not moving a muscle. You don’t do anything because he seems to be in deep thought. While a small part of you fears rejection, something tells you that’s not the road the two of you are going down.

Mansk is digesting what you said to him. He’s never received proper affection and love in his life. It’s something very foreign to him which is why he is usually so cold and unbothered.

You want to ask if he’s okay but then you notice how his eyes slowly become more and more shiny. He’s tearing up and seeing his soft side come to light warms your heart again. Mansk is finally opening up and letting his emotions out.

“Mansk,” you whisper and he blinks a few times to return to reality before his sad and tear-filled eyes meet you. The blinking caused a tear to run down his cheek.

Usually, Mansk would have hated himself for breaking like this. In the mindset he was taught, a marine doesn’t break or become this fragile. If he ever felt the need to cry it was no more than three single tears and he was always alone.

But oddly, he didn’t feel the need to hold them back in your presence. He wasn’t sure how you would react and he hoped you wouldn’t be thrown off by his sudden comfort.

“Mansk, it’s okay.” you coo softly, propping yourself up on your knees and gently cupping his face to wipe the tear away with your thumb. Meanwhile, his wide and glassy eyes just stare at you in complete adoration and love. Like a lost, neglected puppy that had just found its home.

He doesn’t know what to do. He is just so in awe of you and how you treat him, it overwhelms him.

You smile at him, gently cradling his head and he swears he’s never felt happier in his life. He feels so appreciated by you and he knows he’s in good hands to be able to let his guard down.

So Mansk drops his head in defeat, finally for once letting his emotions beat him down and come out. Another tear runs down his face followed by a third.

“Awh, Mansk. Come here.” You say, feeling bad that he seems to have such a hard time dealing with his feelings. At the same time, seeing him fold and melt like this makes you realise just how much you really love him.

You move forward, deciding to take control here and sit in his lap. Almost instantly, his large, strong hands gently wrap around you, loosely hanging on your waist. You press yourself against him, resting your chin on his shoulder while he buries his face into yours. He finds great comfort in your soft and warm body. A few more silent tears wet your shirt but you don’t mind. You continue to hold Mansk in your arms and slowly rub soothing circles on his back while he focuses on gathering himself again.

After a few minutes, his breathing is calm and slow and he’s inhaling your scent. Well, you’re mixed scent but he is trying to just focus on yours. It helps him a great deal.

“I love you.” he whispers, lifting his head so that his breath fans against your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine and Mansk spots the goosebumps appear just under your ear. It stirs a form of excitement in his stomach.

“You’re the best thing in my life.” he mumbles, before killing the small silence with a single sniffle.

You wish he had better things than you, but you decide to accept the compliment and leave this conversation for another occasion.

You smile, before lifting your head and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It warms Mansk’s heart and he is once again getting lost in your eyes before his flicker down to your lips. He needs you to initiate it. Mansk doesn’t trust himself.

You do the same, slowly leaning a little closer to see whether you both want the same thing. His eyes now focus on your lips until your nose brushes against his. You’re not sure whether you should kiss him because your relationship with him has become so special, you likewise don’t want to ruin it. His large arms around you tighten just a little and it convinces you to go for it. You press your lips against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment of the kiss.

Mansk holds you close to him, instantly kissing back. Just like that, all his problems seem to fade. You eliminate all the negativity in his life.

The kiss starts off soft and affectionate. Both of you take your time because you don’t have anywhere to be. It’s late in the evening, so very few people are awake.

But after a while, you notice Mansk doesn’t let you go. You stay seated in his lap, running your fingers through his short and thick hair while cradling the back of his head with your free hand. Neither of you want this to end. You haven’t felt so serene and happy in a long time.

The small kiss turns into a heavy make-out session. Both of you long for touch and close physical contact. Especially Mansk who has deprived himself of it for years.

You pull away to refill your lungs with air but it seems Mansk doesn’t feel the need to. He continues to almost worship you, peppering soft kisses down your jaw and to your neck. If he would pick up any sign of concern or discomfort from you, he would stop, but you tilt your head to the sign and once again lean into him. It makes him smile against your skin before he gently uses his teeth, dragging his fang along the side of your neck.

You sigh at the pleasant feeling of having him so close to you. It’s more than you could ask for.

He places a small kiss on top of the area of skin he just nibbled before slowly pulling back to look at you.

You look so relaxed it’s beautiful. He usually only sees you during the day which is when you’re stressed, pumped full of adrenaline or just neutral.

“You smell nice.” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder and softly inhaling. He takes your words to heart and wants to say the same when he remembers that you don’t smell like you.

“You-” he says before stopping. You wait for him to finish his sentence but he doesn’t so you pull away again to meet his gaze.

His eyes avert from yours, down to your shirt. Your nipples are vaguely visible through the fabric. It’s a beautiful sight to him, but the moment is being ruined by the invasive scent that has attached itself to the shirt.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, wondering what is going through his head.

His fingertips caress your shirt and he takes the hem of it between his finger and thumb, gently rolling the fabric.

“I smell them on you.” he says and you notice how his eyes seem to have suddenly grown darker again. His ears once again tip back. You’re not sure whether you should apologise or be embarrassed. Maybe both.

“Sorr-”

“Ruinin’ you’re pretty scent.” he mumbles. Mansk’s instincts interpret this as a threat. Someone else has scented you other than him and he naturally feels the need to replace it with his own.

Somehow, his sudden mood change really turns you on. He seems possessive and protective of you and you really want nothing more than to be his. Right now, that’s all you ask.

But he holds back again. He isn’t sure whether you would be okay with letting something as intimate as this happen between the two of you. Sure you’ve hooked up with the others before but the fact that he could still smell them on you or mainly on your clothes was unintentional.

He is still examining your shirt and a low growl leaves his lips. You feel the soft vibrations in your hands and it sends excitement straight to your core.

It’s as if you can suddenly read his mind. As if you know that he doesn’t want to rush things with you because he’s afraid of scaring you off.

“Mansk-” you say, and your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

He tears his eyes from your shirt to you.

“I wanna be yours.” You say, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. You don’t care about being bold anymore. You want Mansk to stop holding back. You need him to know how much you want him.

He seems to immediately catch on to what you’re saying, and his eyes widen and his ears perk forward.

“Really?” He asks and you smile, noticing he is more verbal than usual.

“Yes, please. Make me yours, Mansk.” You breathe out, shifting closer to him on his lap. “I don’t wanna be theirs.”

You recall Brown teasing you that you smell like him and Ja which made them laugh. You didn’t want to but at the time you didn’t believe what they were saying.

“Fuck.” he mutters under his breath before pulling your head to his and once again connecting your lips. Only this time, he is rougher.

You know he is gentle with you but if this is what he is like when he’s worked up, then let’s sign you the fuck up!

You kiss back, pressing your chest against his. His large hands run over your back, down to your hips until they reach the edge of your shirt. He lets his hands slide up and under the fabric, just so that he can grab your hips and pull them against him. You smile in the kiss, finding his carefulness amusing so you pull away momentarily to pull your shirt over your head. He watches you with wide eyes and the second your upper body is bare in front of him, Mansk just loses himself. He’s so in love with you that he can’t even express it through words. He’s desperate to show you and make you feel how much you mean to him.

“God- you’re so beautiful.” he breathes out, just admiring you. His hands fall from your hips as if he were afraid of ruining the sight by touching you.

You give him a soft smile before you reach for his shirt.

“Can I?” you ask and he nods, suddenly feeling very warm. When you remove his shirt, a small blush appears on his cheeks and he seems flustered.

“Such a pretty boy.” you coo, running your warm hands over his chest and middle section. He exhales softly, letting his eyes close for a few seconds so that he can focus on the pleasant feeling of your touch.

You press your forehead against his, running your hand over the back of his head once more before you feel the base of his queue. Mansk’s eyes open and gaze at you again. Your own queue is already hanging over your shoulder and he looks at it before looking back at you.

You give him a confirming smile so he raises his hand to gently reach for your queue while pulling his own one over his shoulder.

You both watch the small thread-like tentacles move at the tips of your braids. Mansk is more confident now because his anger for Lopez and Ja is still present. He wants to claim you in every way possible, so seeing his soft side fade isn’t a surprise.

“This’ll show ‘em.” he says, glancing up at you once more to make sure you aren’t objecting before connecting your queues and forming tsaheylu.

You suddenly feel each other on a deeper level and it drives Mansk wild.

“Mine.” he growls, pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his lips. Your bare skin rubs against his and you grind down against his growing erection. He already feels so big, it just excites you more.

His hands are all over you, groping your chest and the flesh of your hips as if he were covering you in the invisible paint of his scent. Suddenly, his arm fully wraps around you and he gently lifts you off of him, placing you down onto the bed before he climbs on top of you and continues to mark you. His tongue darts out and he draws it down your neck to your chest, leaving small trails of saliva while occasionally sucking hickeys into your soft skin. Anything to make you, his. He has to make sure it will be obvious to the others the next time they see you. No one will ever get to smell your sweet scent again besides him.

His body moves lower, starting to work on your pants before slowly pulling them down your legs. He groans in arousal when he sees a small wet patch stain your underwear. You’re lying on your back, holding on to the pillow under your head while your wild tail continues to flick, showing your excitement.

Mansk gently parts your legs, opening them to him so that he can get a full view of you, even in panties.

“All mine.” he whispers before lowering himself down. He licks and kisses the insides of your thighs, making you squirm because he’s so close to your core. Your inner thighs are also really sensitive to his touch. He sucks a hickey into your soft flesh, clearly marking you as his.

Your scent is stronger than ever between your legs and he can’t help himself but just press his nose right against your clothed core, inhaling deeply. After all, Mansk’s Avatar has its needs too.

You gasp and the sudden action makes you close your legs around him and drop your head back. He smirks up at you, gently holding one of your thighs up while his other hand fumbles with your panties. He’s asking you for permission through his eyes and you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your queues are luckily long enough to allow him to move down you.

He leans forward, taking the fabric between his teeth before tugging it down by his fangs. Seeing him handle you in this way just makes more butterflies erupt in your stomach. At this point, he could do anything and you would let him.

Once they’re off, Mansk looks back down between your legs and curses. His pupils widen with lust and he moves your legs out of the way again so that he can see all of you.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” he growls, attaching his fingers to your heat and parting your lips to expose you to his predatory eyes. Without further ado, Mansk lifts one of your legs onto his strong shoulder while holding the other one open. Then, he lets his head sink down to you until his mouth lands on your slit. His tongue darts out and he licks a long strip from your hole to your clit, making you squirm again. Your back arches off the mattress and you hiss in pleasure, trying to open your legs even more for him to just offer yourself.

He starts to eat you out, burying himself between your legs. You fall into an ocean of euphoria as your senses are clouded by arousal and pleasure. This is not how you thought you would end your day. Time seems to suddenly run faster than before while you continue to lose yourself. But before you can cum, he pulls away, licking his lips and grinning at you.

“Ya’ taste like heaven.” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hands before deeply kissing you again. His tongue pushes past your lips, finding yours. You can taste yourself on him and it does things to you.

Your leg lifts onto his hip and you try to push his pants down with your heel. He pulls away with a soft chuckle before undoing his belt and letting you push his pants down with your feet. Your fingers reach for his underwear and he helps you pull it down. All clothes have to go. Mansk wants to feel all of you with all of him. Nothing is allowed to separate the two of you.

He presses his hips against yours and you feel his throbbing erection nudge your inner thigh. It makes you let out a shaky exhale.

“You belong to me.” he growls into your ear, taking one of your hands and interlocking your fingers. You nod, pressing your cheek against his as you relish in the feeling of feeling each other’s body heat.

“Then fuck me like you mean it.” you say, wanting to feel him and pleasure him. Your words take him by surprise. He never knew you could have such a dirty mouth, but damn did it make him harder. You’re so beautiful laying beneath him like this, so ready for him to just take you and claim you for himself. Your legs are wide open, offering your pretty pussy to him and your chest is arched against his. It’s better than anything he could have asked for.

Mansk doesn’t hesitate anymore. He’s done with that. It’s just you and him now, he knows he doesn’t have to wait with you anymore. He pulls his hips back, glancing down between both of your bodies to make sure he is lined up with you. Moving forward, his tip nudges against your entrance, gently applying pressure. You whimper, pushing your hips up against him. That’s how Mansk knows he’s found it.

In the next second, he rocks his hips forward, pushing his entire length into you in one stroke. The way your tight walls clench around him, coating him with your slick, makes him stifle a moan. You feel amazing. Better than amazing.

You let out a soft moan and your body tenses at the intrusion. But it feels pleasurable from the beginning on. It doesn’t hurt like it did with the others.

“Mansk-” you whine. You’re lips are parted and you’re breathing heavily into his ear. “So… big,” you whisper, feeling cock drunk already.

Your words boost Mansk’s self-confidence permanently. You’re so good to him.

“All for you, baby.” he whispers, pressing an open-mouthed hiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out. You hold your breath, waiting for him to move and once he pushes back inside you, you whine his name.

It feels so good it’s overwhelming you. Yes, the others made you cum but you never experienced anything as good as this. The reasons for that are that you are finally bonding with someone you love, not someone to just have fun with, and you’re connected through your neural cords.

He starts thrusting into you at a gentle pace, making sure to bottom out each time. Usually, penetration doesn’t feel that amazing to you by itself but you can feel his pleasure and it spreads to you.

“You feel so good.” he grunts into your ear, starting to lose his breath with each thrust.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you while his hips rut against yours.

With time, he quickens his pace a little while deepening his thrusts. You’re speechless, slowly melting against him and becoming a whining mess.

Every noise you make Mansk catches and replays in his head. He loves it all.

“Such a good girl to me.” he whispers, dropping his head into the crook of your neck to focus on his thrusts.

“Mansk-” you whimper again, starting to mutter and babble out his name. It’s too much for you in the best way possible.

“You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” he asks, peering down at you and you nod your head frantically.

“So good-” you whisper, gasping when he suddenly snaps his hips forward. His thick cock is stretching you just enough to make it pleasurable and his tip is brushing against the beginning of your uterus. It’s like a perfect fit.

You’re drunk on bliss, floating in the clouds to the point where your own eyes begin to tear up. You don’t even notice it at first. Your vision becomes blurry but you can’t even process it. Only when tears start streaming down your cheeks do you realise you may be crying. Mansk sees one trickle down onto the pillow and he immediately looks at you. Normally, he would have stopped and made sure you’re alright but thanks to your bond, he can feel how good you feel. Seeing your dilated pupils, reddened eyes, flushed face, gaping mouth and furrowed eyebrows makes him grin and kiss you as if he were trying to tell you how much he loves you through his actions.

His thrusts don’t falter once and he keeps plunging himself into your needy pussy. Mansk is slowly growing desperate for his release and he can feel you near yours as well. His thrusts get sloppier but somehow, they remain just as pleasurable. You hook both your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer and deeper into with each movement of his hips.

Watching you try to fuck yourself with him makes him lose it.

“Atta girl.” he encourages you with a grin before feeling you clench around him again.

“Fuck- so close.” Mansk hisses, gritting his teeth.

“I- I’m gonna-” you sob through a sniffle, gasping when he angles his hips to dive deeper and harder into you.

“Gonna make you mine.” he growls, harshly thrusting into you a few final times before he’s cumming.

You moan his name, throwing your head back and clenching around his length as your own orgasm hits you. Your legs clamp down around him, holding him close to you.

He moans your name, unable to hold back his own noises but you love them all.

Mansk’s hips stutter and he sinks into you as deep as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you, filling you to the brim until his semen is forced to leak out of you. He’s still buried hilt-deep in your pussy and he bites down on your shoulder, allowing his fangs to penetrate the first layer of skin so that he draws blood. A mating bite is enforced on you. Something neither of you has done before.

You both slowly come down from your highs and your queues automatically disconnect because the mating process has been fulfilled.

Mansk sighs, closing his eyes for a few moments but neither of you move away from the other.

“C- can you stay, please?” you ask him, looking up at him through your glassy eyes. Your fucked out expression is still visible and he feels sorrow that you would think he would just leave you alone after this.

‘That’s probably what the others did.’ he thought, but he didn’t want his anger for them to ruin his time with you.

“Where would I go?” he asks, nuzzling your cheek with his face. “You belong with me. I’m stayin’ here if you want me to.”

You nod, feeling comforted by knowing that you don’t have to spend another night sleeping alone.

Mansk slowly lowers himself down on you, laying on top of you while staying buried deep inside you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to crush you or weigh you down.

“Mhm. So comfortable.” you mumble, sleepily. Your arms envelop his body once again and he lets himself relax against you.

“I’m never lettin’ anyone near you again.” he whispers against you and it makes you giggle. “Not the way Lopez and shit touch you.”

You nod, knowing what he means. Finally, their stupid teasing can end. Not only will Mansk be hanging around you now, but your markings will be visible. He is put to peace by the thought of his teammates seeing your hickeys and smelling him on you. They’ll finally know that they will never get to have you the way they did before.

Mansk overheard Lopez saying he’ll try to make an arrangement with you to make his ‘visits’ regular. But now Mansk got you to himself, fully claiming you in ways they didn’t. They don’t stand a chance.

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