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General HC’s for Simon "GHOST" Riley

♱ A/n: don’t get me wrong, I love some good Ghost fluff, but it just feels too OOC for me, so here are my personal head cannons for my hundredth baby daddy🫶 p.s I would just like to mention I still ain’t play the game so my lore isn’t the best but that ain’t stopping me🕺

♱ Warnings: 18+, some nsfw hcs towards the bottom, there is a warning before hand!

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♱ this man is fucking mean. He WILL hurt your feelings on occasion, both on purpose and not. He. Does. Not. Give. A. Fuck. Either way.

♱ matter of fact, this mf thinks he is right despite being very VERY in the wrong, and it takes a LOT to get him to admit to being wrong.

♱ STUBBORN AS A OX BRO, his motto is literally “My way or the fucking high way.” No ifs, buts, or in-betweens!!

♱ be prepared to make many, many arguments and still get nowhere on a specific topic. your opinion does not matter for a long time for this man, and takes months of getting around to even thinking about your side of anything.

♱ it would take a long time to get close to this man, like sure he might be down to fuck quite early on, but to be emotionally available in any way other than angrily fucking your brains out is going to take YEARS.

♱ probably isn’t interested in keeping relationships with citizens because he doesn’t want to get wrapped up in his life, lovers, or friends, his position in special forces keeps them all vulnerable

♱ not until recently (being on this new team) does he actually have friends, ghost kept to himself and still does, but after recovering from his betrayal, he would bond with no other teammates and refused to cross any lines with anyone

♱ anger fucking issues- this man has. Like yes, he can control himself in the moment and continue to lead on with the mission, almost acting like your disobedience didn’t even phase him, but OH you better be expecting a whoop-ass reprimanding that will leave you doubting your entire worth and existence

♱ or if a particular enemy is pissing him off, he won’t let his frustrations affect his movements, in fact, it only fuels them, and when he finally gets a hold of em’ there’s nothing left but a bloody pulp of a person

♱ the highest possibility of becoming a friend is being on the team or meeting in a bar when he had been drinking a little bit - both of which you will have to be highly persistent to evoke a reaction

♱ he likes it when people talk to him, which makes him feel less scared and intimidating in public areas. Of course, he likes to keep that vibe when on missions or dealing with interrogations and such, but still out in public. he wants to make people as least uncomfortable as possible, even if his skull baklava is a little intimidating

♱ SPEAKING ON INTERROGATIONS, I know for a fact that this man has committed WAR CRIMES on other men for information, like he totally has it in him to do so, ESPECIALLY, when it’s a a horrible war criminal or sum

♱ he is a metal, heavy metal, grunge, hard rock, kinda guy - don’t deny it. He’s got way too much trauma to not want to blast out his eardrums at every possible chance. He also likes to explore all genres too, like alternative metal, black metal, alternative, alternative rock, etc.

♱ lowkey likes to bond over music, like trading music with the team and talking about it and what they thought when meeting up later.

♱ he likes to sit down and have a cigar with Price every now and then, ofc drinking with him too. They have their own “superiors” moments and talk about how the team is doing and what training could help them for the next mission.

♱ almost always does extra reading and research on the mission itself and/or where it takes place to avoid and map out any possible problems that could arise that no one else would foresee, especially regarding his own benefit nowadays.

♱ ghost likes his job, as much as it has been a lot on him and the people around him, he couldn’t see himself anywhere else than right here, fighting for the rights of people he’d never meet but know are free because of him.

♱ it gives him some peace of mind, and he needs it because the poor baby has been through a LOT

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♱ come on, you know I had to, but speaking of him going through a lot, he has definitely picked up a few kinks along the way, most of which are from his occupation

♱ coming in at number one, a pretty vanilla thing now I guess, but choking. he loves that shit, both on himself and his partners, he likes the feeling, his senses overwhelmed and everything throbbing, bringing a little oxygen deprivation, and he's all there.

♱ but of course, he also loves the sight of someone underneath him, fucked out and panting, but they can't catch that breath they so desperately need to ground themselves, and while they keep trying to find it, he keeps fucking it out of reach.

♱ second, bondage duh. again something he both enjoys on himself and others. he liked the feeling of the bruises after the deed. It's one hell of a reminder that gets some weird looks, but he doesn't mind, just keeps reminding him of you

♱ thiiiird, knife AND gunplay. now, this takes some serious trust between him and the partner, and truth be told, he usually only did this with male partners he had met through work originally. he loves it, and honestly, nothing gets him going faster, but he has some serious trust issues and can't just go giving everyone he fucks a loaded gun pointed at him

♱ yes, loaded. ‘it ain't fun if it ain't.’ that's what he always says

♱ if it is a one-night stand, he is likely to not put much into aftercare, but if he will see you around a lot, in bed or otherwise, he’ll put more effort into it. This could be cleaning you gently with a wet rag, or softly rubbing your back while you try to catch your breath after he has taken you from behind. He does not cuddle tho, though he ain't a cuddly man the first few sessions, sooner or later that wall comes down and you’ll find yourself tucked into his side when you come too, and he’s just blankly staring out, not trying to think about how well you feel there and how badly he wanted to stay the

♱ but he won’t ever stay the night, again not for a while, and the first time he ever did- it would be an accident. He was simply too tired and rested his eyes for a second, only to wake up the next morning to you rubbing his back as he laid his head on your chest. he acted like he hated it, grunting and pulling away from your touch to rush and get ready to leave. deep down though, he can’t get rid of the feeling of your fingers softly grazing him awake off of his back for the rest of the day.

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All Mine - Recom Zdinarsk (Z-Dog)

original request was made by @afandommultiverse-main

pairing - recom z-dog x recom! fem! reader

cw! fingering, teasing, over-stim and oral

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

If you knew how much it pissed Z-Dog off to see the other Recoms flirting with you, you would’ve asked them to stop, putting an end to the strain in your friendship.

But it’s not like you understood why she had suddenly become distant. The way she would ignore you at times or pull away when you two would just begin to have a get along. It hurt you deep inside, having to bottle up the feelings you had for Z-Dog, as she created more tension between the two of you.

You didn’t even remember when the way you felt for Z-Dog had changed. At first it’d been friendly rivalry, you being a Recom scientist instead of a marine. Although, after Walker’s unfortunate death, your relationship began to grow. Even Z-Dog needing some fresh air from her suffocating colleagues.

But still, you had no idea if Z-Dog even felt the same way. What if there was no possible way to become something more than friends. The thought often leading you to suppress the feelings you had. So focused on controlling the way you felt, you missed every single move Z-Dog tried making.

When she went to wrap a lazy arm around your waist, you would read it as a hug and move to give Z-Dog a quick squeeze before running off to your lab. You’d never bothered to look back at the sour expression forming on Z-Dog’s face, her fists in tight balls of anger as her ears pinned to the side of her head.

If it were one of the other marines, you’d flush, naive to the smug look on his face as he looked back at Z-Dog, taunting her. But finally she had enough, leaving you confused as she would promptly exit any space you entered. Z-Dog knew if she witnessed another one of her squad mates steal your attention away, she would snap.

If only you knew all of this. Instead you watched as Z-Dog immediately got up to leave the break room and head for her room when you went to have dinner.

You took a deep breath, your ears down and tail limp, showing just how disappointed you were to see Z-Dog completely ignore your presence once more. Your sadness was read by all of the other soldiers having their meals, uncomfortable as you moped.

Finally, Fike spoke up, his voice uneasy as he called out to you, suggesting that you talk to Z-Dog. You had no guarantee that she would even want to see you, knowing Z-Dog was confident enough to slam the door in your face if you went to bother her. But it was worth a try.

Quickly, you thanked Sean, not even realizing that the entire table was sharing an uncertain look. They feared for you, knowing that Z-Dog could easily hurt your feelings even more if she truly wished.

But you were already too far gone and there was no way for them to save you now. Heading towards the housing units, you wiped your hands on your shorts, anxious distress almost noticeable as you approached Z-Dog’s door.

You stood in front of the room for a while, trying to catch your voice as you prepared your apology. You didn’t know exactly what you would say sorry about, but anything was better than nothing. Sighing, you nervously raised a hand to the door, afraid that you would be rejected for the final time.

Giving a sharp and quick knock, you stepped back, smoothing out the wrinkles in your shirt as you waited for Z-Dog to respond. After a solid minute, the door opened, Z-Dog standing behind it with an irritated look on her face. When she saw that it was you, she went to close the door, not even wanting to give you a second glance as the sliding door hissed.

Scared that you would never be able to find a time to apologize, you hurriedly leapt inside of the room, forcing Z-Dog stopping in her tracks. She gave you a wild look, her eyes wide as she processed you being so persistent. But the look was quickly wiped from her face as she gave you a deep glare.

“Get out Y/n.” Z-Dog’s voice rattled you, her tone sincere as she stalked towards you, to kick you out herself probably. Panicked, you jumped in front of the button to the door, giving you time to get Z-Dog’s attention.

“Wait! Please just listen to me!” You said shakily, fearing that Z-Dog could easily shove you from your spot and throw you out. But instead, Z-Dog stopped, giving you time to force out a jumble of words.

“What?” Z-Dog spoke, her irritation woven into the question. Looking up at her, you paused, trying to gather the words to say. You finally spoke, apologizing for the rift that had been torn between you two, and begging for Z-Dog’s forgiveness.

Immediately, Z-Dog had grown agitated, ripping away from her spot to pace the room. You were confused, you’d apologized and everything, so what was wrong?

To answer your question, Z-Dog snapped her to towards you, seething as she spoke. “Do you even know what you’re sorry for? Or are you too lost in being the squad’s little fucktoy to piece together why this is even happening?”

Stunned and hurt, you felt tears bubble in your eyes, a heat building in your throat as you fought back the emotions building in your chest. “Don’t say that.” You said meekly as you shrunk into yourself, watching Z-Dog make her way towards you in her blinding anger.

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s true isn’t it.” Z-Dog’s tailed whipped behind her as she zeroed in on you, forcing fear and sadness to seep into your body.

“No!” You felt like you were going to burst into tears as Z-Dog sneered at you.

“Then why? Why’re you so worried about saying sorry?” Z-Dog’s voice faltered, her own emotion threatening to break through as she watched your lip quiver in a tell tell manner.

“Because.” It was the only word you could muster without finally giving way to the feelings you’d felt for months now. But Z-Dog would only press on, opening up a door you couldn’t close.

“Because why!?” She yelled, demanding weakly that you put an end to what she was feeling. “Because I’m in love with you!” You snapped, watching in horror as Z-Dog’s face fell.

You eyes were blurred as you took a step back from Z-Dog, bringing your hand up to your face to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Unbeknownst to you, Z-Dog was having a very short internal crisis, fighting the urge to be happy or guilty.

After a very long and stifling moment of silence, Z-Dog spoke. “Really?” Her ears were twitching at the sound of your sniffing, but she was entirely focused on you.

Pulling your hands from your face, you looked to see Z-Dog face was full of questions but she only spoke one. Were you really in love with her?

You nodded at Z-Dog, too scared to speak as her eyes widened, her lips parted as she sucked in a low gasp. At first, you had thought it was because Z-Dog was confused, but came to the realization that it wasn’t that. She wasn’t confused by your profession of love, only surprised and well, delighted.

When you had processed it all, you finally decided to step forward and take Z-Dog’s hand in your own. “Yes really.” It was all that it took for Z-Dog for her to immediately pull you in.

A kiss was pressed to the corner of your lips before being enveloped in a quick hug. You couldn’t even return the hug before you were pulled in for another kiss.

This time it was deep as Z-Dog grabbed your wrists, pulling them up and around neck, encouraging you to get comfortable as she continued on. You understood quite well, and pressed closer to the taller woman.

You panted as Z-Dog pulled away, a grin spreading across her face as she pressed her forehead to yours. Feeling a surge of confidence, you smirked and slid your hand down Z-Dog’s queue, relishing in her shudder.

Without hesitation Z-Dog snatched you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around her hips as she strode across the room. You giggled when Z-Dog dropped you down on her bed, bouncing against the mattress as she clambered between your legs.

Before you could move to scoot away from Z-Dog like a tease, she grabbed your knees and climbed on top you. You shifted in your bottoms uncomfortably as arousal leaked from your fluttering pussy.

Sensing your mood change, Z-Dog leaned down, catching you in a more forceful kiss as she slipped her tongue past your lips. You gasped softly as Z-Dog explored mouth, trailing a few fingers down your navel in the process.

It wasn’t meant to happen so quick, but as Z-Dog pulled away, she moved to slide your shorts off, leaving you exposed. You went to clamp your thighs shut but were stopped by Z-Dog’s strong hands as she pushed your legs open.

You quickly looked away, not wanting to lock eyes with Z-Dog, who you knew must’ve have the biggest smirked across her face. When you felt the ticklish feeling Z-Dog’s hands trailing up your thighs, you uncontrollably and excitedly bucked your hips up, wanting to feel some kind of stimulation.

“If you want me to do somethin’ all you gotta do is ask.” You expected no less from Z-Dog, always teasing and finding ways to drive you mad. Huffing you forget yourself to look at Z-Dog, eyes low lidded as she breathed in your scent. You begged Z-dog to touch you, whines unfamiliar to her ear.

Deciding to no longer drag the moment on, Z-Dog got to work sliding a finger down your slit. Leaving you to shiver as Z-Dog prodded the pads of her fingers at your quivering hole, teasing you as you jerked your hips towards the hand. Finally, Z-Dog began pushing her fingers inside, the feeling so delicious as your walls stretched to the intrusion.

Your whimpers and gasps were sound heaven for Z-Dog, the noises spurring her on. Moans began to heave from your chest as Z-Dog curled and spread her fingers inside of you, exploring the tight warmth that was your cunt.

The slow thrusts of Z-Dog’s fingers felt agonizing, wishing for her to speed up. When you spoke up, you could only blush under Z-Dog’s smug gaze as she complied to your demands. You were left gasping as the marine pressed her thumb against your clit.

Loud squelching and your cries were all that could be heard throughout the room, almost as lewd as the scene unfolding before Z-Dog. You were splayed out, clothes now completely off as you clawed at the sheets under you. Z-Dog leaned down, taking your perky nipple into your mouth as she massaged your g-spot, urging you to come all over her fingers.

When you did, all you could do was whimper, orgasm coursing through you as you clenched your thighs around Z-Dog’s arm. As your high melted away, you panted, trying to catch your breath. Before you could even begin to relax and enjoy the post pleasure, Z-Dog began trailing kisses down your belly.

You whined as she pressed a final open mouthed kiss to your clit, puffy from the stimulation before. Z-Dog barely gave you any time to process what she was going to do before sliding her flat tongue down your cunt. Squirming, you sighed out and grabbed at Z-Dog’s hands which were busy pulling your plush thighs onto her shoulders.

Z-Dog groaned as she tasted your pussy, still wet with your release. She was enjoying this more than you, getting to listen to your soft moans as you bucked against her mouth. While sucking at your hole, Z-Dog took her hand away from your legs and pushed two fingers into you, spreading you open as she tucked her tongue inside.

You gasped feeling Z-Dog press her face into your cunt, the bridge of her nose nudging your clit. Without warning, you came again, stimulation too much for you as you clamped your thighs around Z-Dog’s head. Your sweet juices came dribbling into Z-Dog’s mouth as she lapped at your spasming walls.

When Z-Dog finally pulled away, she found that you were a mess, legs shaking and mouth agape. Taking pity on you, Z-Dog leant down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before getting up to find your panties, wherever they were. You were quickly dressed in your underwear and one of Z-Dog’s shirts, body relaxing as you were tucked into her bed.

“I’m gonna go get some water, alright? Stay right there.” You gave Z-Dog a lazy smile as she left the room, waiting for her to return with something to ease your sore throat. For a while you looked around Z-Dog’s room. It was bare but still brought you a sense of comfort and safety.

You were imagining all of the things you would do to make the space both yours and Z-Dog’s when she waltzed into the room, a cup of water in hand, and cheeky smirk drawn across her face.

“Really?” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes, already guessing from the not so quiet whooping from down the hall, that Z-Dog must’ve been congratulated by the squad for what happened. Z-Dog looked down at you lovingly, smile still spread across her face as she sat down on the bed and brought her hand up to caress your head. “Really.”

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[hannibal-abo]

Are You Sure, Doctor?

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2ZTOpXk

by AFandomMultiverse

While being Dr. Lecter's patient for the past 6 months, you have learned everything. Without even talking, until now.

Words: 371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Reader, Hannibal Lecter

Relationships: Hannibal/Reader, Hannibal x Reader

Additional Tags: Idunnoman, oof, Hannibal the Cannibal, Smart Reader

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2ZTOpXk

#ao3feed #fanfic #Hannibal #Hannibal TV #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #adhere to author tags

[ao3feed-farcry]

by AFandomMultiverse

Falling from heaven was definitely an experience. Sure, it was painful as hell, literally, my skin had melted off of my body. But it wasn’t the fall that made it interesting, it was where I ended up.

Hope County, Montanna.

I landed in an empty field behind an abandoned farm. I stood up with a few cracks and pop and stiffly walked to the old farmhouse. I looked for any clothes left over, and thankfully found some in a box in a closet.

When I left and began my journey down the road and on to whatever is next for me, I looked out at the horizon. The sun was just setting, leaving a beautifully blended sky. I sighed, stopping and fully facing the sun. My brothers and sisters didn’t understand, this world is beautiful, no matter how flawed, there were always moments like these, that make up for a lot of the shit.

Shaking my head, I turned profile to the sun and continued walking, hoping I could come back here in the future.

Words: 967, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of My Darling Angel

Fandoms: Far Cry 5

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Faith Seed, Jacob Seed, John Seed, Joseph Seed

Relationships: Jacob Seed/Reader, jacob seed x reader

Additional Tags: Angel! AU, Fallen Angel, Mates, soul mates

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[afandommultiverse]

Paper Pusher with CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

♱ Warnings: absolutely none, just some fluff lol, I guess my manic writing is a warning itself Idk

♱ A/n: please enjoy my own personal brain rot, I wrote this at 2 almost 3am and HAVE NOT EDITED IT but I wanted to post it so bad 🥰 I’m not saying it’s good but it’s indulgent 🫶

♱ WC: 1.8k

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Paper work was easy, honestly, you preferred it over all the other things you had to do to get to this position. Sure, the boot camps were fun and were great for making friends in later stages. At the end of the day, you weren’t made for the field work and could barely cover your own ass, let alone any of your teammates. It was quick and easy to find a position on task 141 to help oversee and complete any paperwork for the team. This included many things, from researching for future missions and people, keeping up with any new possible sources or tips while the team was away, asking for permissions of sorts from higher ups, completing summaries for each soldier after missions etc etc. You had a lot to do, but like you said, it was all easy and totally worth it.

“Our little paper pusher, how are you doing hm? Miss us while we were away?” The sound of Soap's voice breached the silence in the office, before steps flooded the room. Soon, you had a group of men huddled around your desk, all looking down at you expectantly. You only looked up and smiled, before looking back to the computer to finish your last sentence of an email, before turning back to them.

“Definitely didn’t miss you that much. I like working in silence, thank you.”

“Sure little bird, that's why we could see you looking at us while landing from your window.” Ghost spoke slyly, and glimpsed in his eyes, telling you that he knew something you didn’t.

“Oh alright, you got me. I was waiting to see if there was still a chance you guys would crash before landing.” You quipped, stood up, and stepped over to the printer, where you picked up several forms and turned back around to face them.

“You know the drill boys, fill ‘em out and get them back to me, here in this office, by midnight.” Groans filled the room, but nonetheless, they each took their stacks of paperwork and even grabbed some pens from the cup sitting on your desk. They filed one by one, closing the door again on their way out. When they were gone, you turned and walked into your storage room connecting to your office, and began rifling for an agreement form you had hidden away somewhere. The original was with Price, but since he wasn’t with the guys when they gamed in, you figured he was busy and didn't want to bother him when you could likely find the paper yourself - well, at least after you got some of these boxes out of the way.

You started from the top, wanting to take things easy, and reduce the chances of any of the boxes toppling on top of you. You searched alphabetically, following first, middle and last words you could have used to code the document or even any acronyms, but still had to find it. After fifteen minutes, you were about ready to five up, but that's when you saw it, balancing on a wobbly shelf with 3 around it blocking it in. In all honesty, it was a wonder you had even seen it, but now that you know where it is, the determination from earlier flooded your system and you began planning your accent.

The footstool was too short, but it was thick enough to hold one of the strong containers, filled with books, and from there you could step on that to reach the boxes. The first box came down easily, a loud smack sounding throughout the room as you threw it down to the floor as gently as possible from your elevation. The second one was a little harder, having to push on to the tops of your feet a bit more, your heel ever so slightly coming off the box underneath you. You felt a slight wobble from the shelf, which in turn made you wobble, but after a quick second you were sturdy again. The second smack was a little less loud, landing on top of the other box a bit more softly from the shorter distance.

When you reach the third box, you step to the tip of your toes, the step stool wobbling under your uneven weight as you balance on top of it, but also balancing against the shelf that keeps threatening to tip back against your weight, pushing the box further from the tips of your fingers. You failed your hands to catch the edges of it, pushing it towards yourself, but the movement made minimal progress. You stepped on one foot, slowly going back to what you were doing, concentrating so hard you didn’t hear your office door open and shut again.

“Need some help with that?” The voice startled you, ripping in half the concentration and balance you tried so hard to maintain in two. It was like dominoes, the shelf pushing back against your surprised weight and falling against the wall at an awkward angle. Unable to control your momentum, you fell forward with it - the tips of your feet pushing the box under you off the stool quickly. Just as you realized you were indeed falling, two arms wrapped around your waist from underneath you. As your brain caught up with the situation, your hands gripping on the shelf so tight from the fear of upcoming pain, however there was none. The strong arms wrapped around your waist and butt to stop you from falling much further, literally holding you up. Finally, the head of someone just underneath your chin staring up at you bewildered, but as he recognized you were okay, you recognized who HE was.

“P-Price?” Your whole body felt warm, looking down at him shocked. He too mirrored your expression, but it soon turned into a cheeky smile and mischievous glint in his eye.

“Just fallin’ all over me now, are you, L/n?” You turned your head away in embarrassment, to which he chuckled before he moved. He set your feet on top of the step stool again, this time with no shifty box of books on top. When you were stable enough, you stood on the stool yourself, already missing the warm arms around you. But when you unlatched yourself from the shelf, you balanced yourself on his shoulders, liking the feeling of the taunt muscles underneath.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking at you for any injury to which there was none, fortunately because of his quick savior. You felt like you could breathe again, stepping back on the stool and looking at him in all his returning from mission glory.

“Yes, thank you so much, Price.” You felt your sweat cool from the anxious event, stepping down from step still and standing on solid ground again.

“What were you looking for anyway? Want me to grab it?” He offered, turning to look at the shelf to where you were picking through, seeing the final box, and grabbed the stool for himself. Before you knew it, he was handing you the box to look through, and thankfully you found exactly what you needed. He followed you out of the side room, setting the box on your desk, and you turned off the light and shut the door, almost hesitating to turn back around to the man whose whole presence filled your office.

“You should be more careful, or ask for help next time. We can’t have our little paper pusher out on the comp now.” You snorted, turning to face him with a smile, he always had something to say. You walked over your desk, setting down to sit and riffle through the stacks of forms for the next three or so hours.

“You’d only miss me because you’d have three times as much work to do if it weren’t for me, Captain, don’t kid yourself.” He laughed, heading even tilting back a little. You loved to make him laugh, it was one of your favorite things to do, because if you could make him laugh, you got a heart with that wonderfully velvety voice that almost sang to you.

“You only half right, I’ll give you that.” He settled down in the chair in front of me, laying back like he planned to stay longer. He took his hat off, scratching his head, before placing it back on top in its place.

“Oh? What’s this other half hm? Let me guess, my winning personality?” That sarcasm was basically dripping, but he wasn’t phased, smiling at you before saying,

“If it were up to me, I’d say you were a mind reader, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you tried to get some work done, but you could not keep your eyes off the man in front of you. He looked tired, but he was happy and tired. The mission had been a success, with zero casualties, and benefited greatly from it, with new assets and even some information worth zeroing in on. Something you would no doubt have to fit in your schedule somehow, but nonetheless it was better than the alternative.

“Don’t you want to go get washed up? Go relax with a cigar or something?” You asked after a half-hour of debriefing and catching up. He had taken off his hat completely, hair messy and flat. His eyes were barely staying open as it is, but he kept chatting, offering to help with anything and everything, not wanting to stay a minute longer as he had asked you earlier when you had come in. When you told him 5am, he almost couldn't believe it, as your job started at 8am, but apparently you wanted a head start on the day. In truth, you couldn’t sleep that night, you could never sleep well enough on the night that they were supposed to come back, almost expecting something wrong to happen, and never being able to see them again, never being able to see Price again.

“I’m relaxing here.” He spoke so plainly. Like he hadn’t been up for the last 64 hours. John Price needed rest.

“I thought you would say that, that’s why I sent Ghost a little email.” As if right on que, Ghost knocked on and opened the door. Walking in and up the Captain.

“Heard yer botherin’ the nice lady.” He joked, nudging John's shoulder while looking back at me shocked.

“You're kicking me out? After I saved you?” You stood and rounded the desk, coming to rest on it in front of him.

“You need to rest John, as much as you want to keep working, you can’t. So get some rest and see me in the morning to talk about your summary papers for this mission.” John groaned as he stood, but shot you a smile before following Ghost out. Truthfully, John didn’t need Ghost to leave, he would have left if you asked the right way.

But you knew deep down you wouldn’t have asked him to leave.

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OUT-DRINKING THE LIEUTENANT

♱ A/n: GN!Reader and I hope you guys enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

♱ Warnings: drinking dangerously lmao, but none really just a cool little scenario I came up with

♱ WC: 1.2k

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♱ it had been a good mission, great even. honestly, it was the smoothest mission since you arrived and started working under task 141. you were still learning where you fit in among the other men in the group, but after this last mission, you felt pretty good.

♱ recently you’d been covering the lieutenant when in and on the field. he didn’t usually have to have someone cover his ass, and honestly, he definitely did not trust anyone enough. however, after your first mission, ghost found himself on the other end of three enemy weapons.

♱ Price, who was sick of past endeavors involving this same situation, demanded you be the cover for ghost from here on and indefinitely. now the ghost was not happy, even shoving you a bit out of the way on his way out of the captain's off that night. But after some mandatory ‘bonding time’, as Price liked to put it, the ghost realized you weren’t so bad.

♱ you weren’t annoying and you stopped pushing about a topic, most of all you knew music. In fact, you had a great taste for music, and he was surprised when you whipped out your phone/iPod/mp3 etc… and showed him the complete expanse of your collection. you were truly a person who listened to all genres of music.

♱ which brought you guys to now. Gaz had brought out his speaker, and you had taken it upon yourself to handle aux. you played a little bit of everything, and the ghost found himself in a great mood, laughing and joking around with the guys, bullshitting about topics and previous missions.

♱ it wasn’t long before soap came out with brandy, and even price brought out one of his cheaper whiskeys to get the celebration started. as everyone got a nice buzz, soap looked around with a smirk and said,

♱ “Wanna play a drinking game?”

♱ everyone said yes, even ghost nodded, feeling good about tonight and wanting to see where it would go. Soap and gaz came out with three rounds of games, ending with a final round and of course a winner (who gets bragging rights for the week).

♱ The first game was simple, Quarters! you managed to fish an american quarter out of your wallet and threw it down on the table watching it bounce into the cup. you poured a shot and moved in across from you.

♱ “Ghost, drink.” he shook his head, with the slightest smirk, before knocking back the shot like a cold glass of water - and it was just as soothing, as he rested his eyes on you. He appreciates the view that only seemed to get better every time he looked back.

♱ The round went on until each person had gotten at 2-3 shots before moving on to the next game,

♱ “Fuzzy Duck!” soap yelled, scooting his chair more into the circle in which the group was already in. Gaz went next, “Fuzzy Duck!” Ghost, “Fuzzy duck.” Price, “Ducky Fuzz!” Price smirked when the ghost gave him a look, “Ducky fuzz.” he grunted out again, but you were not complaining - you liked how husky his voice would get when he had been drinking.

♱ this went on for a bit, you were the first to mess up and take the first shot. From there on, Gaz got increasingly inebriated, and when he screwed up the trance for the fifth time in a row, you guys decided to move on to the next round, and Gaz was out

♱ When Gaz was voted out, John decided to back out, claiming someone needed to be sober, and he would make sure we all got to our beds that night.

♱ That left you, ghost and soap, leaving you all to the final round of your drinking escapade, continuous shot till the liquor’s gone - or no one else stands.

♱ Now obviously this was a little dangerous, but there wasn’t much liquor left, and soap was already a bit woozy, words slurring a bit and a lazy smile glossed over eyes. Meanwhile, you and Ghost were still holding your own, just relaxed and a bit louder.

♱ As the round began, you chatted between half-shots, yelling dirty jokes and stories, and when soap laughed so hard, leaning further and further back until he fell out of his chair, you all decided he was literally out.

♱ then there were two. You and Ghost eyed each other up and down, before clinking together your shots and downing them.

♱ by this point, you both were getting close to that edge of your restraint to the liquor. Your cheeks were hot, and when you lent back to take a shot, your head felt like heavy waves were crashing around inside, leaving you wobbly and uneasy.

♱ You took a few deep breaths, the feeling calming, and you seemed to grab a hold of your senses again. As you waited for Ghost to take his shot, he looked at it in disdain, before quickly shooting it back.

♱ When Ghost came back down, he gripped the table, hunching over a little bit. He looked off at what was left of the bottle, at least 4 shots left. Maybe if he forgot halves and did the whole thing, but he didn’t even want to think about it

♱ He looked back up at you, you were a little woozy, but other than that, he couldn't read how drunk you were and if you were even thinking about tapping out. ‘I’m getting too old for this shit,' he thought to himself; so, he took a deep breath and sat back up, shaking his head

♱ “No way!” Soap chimed in, recognizing the silent surrender. “Y/n out drunk L.T?!”

♱ You looked at your lieutenant in shock, thinking maybe he is fucking with you, that he was letting you win

♱ “Don’t take it easy on me.” You said firmer than you thought your drunken tongue could. Ghost liked when you spoke like that. He's used to the pussy footing and joking back. He liked someone who could be firm with what they want

♱ “‘m not kidding little bird, I think ‘m gonna need to ask the Captain to help me.” He chuckled, a deep hearty sexy chuckle that made your spine shiver. Never hearing ghost chuckled like that before. Of course, you’ve only known him for a short time, but still.

♱ “Good game, Lieutenant.”

♱ “Good game,” he smiled, a smile before pulling his mask back down and grabbing hold of the Captain, who was already standing there ready to help him up.

♱ Once he was standing, he was good and wandered off to his room, dropping off soap at his. Price helped gaz and soap get to their room, and followed ghost and soap to your own room, which happened to be across from ghosts.

♱ You turned to him before he closed his door, stepping forward,

♱ “You’re not fucking with me, are you?” Your body felt heavy, and you so badly just wanted to crash into bed, but you had to know, was he lying?

♱ “Not at the moment,” was his smart reply, leaning against the door. He looked you up and down. You were small for having such a tolerance, but it wasn’t completely unexpected. You were a soldier, a great one at that.

♱ “I’m not fucking with you, sergeant, now get some rest. We’re both going to hate this shit tomorrow. Remember 7am training.” Ghost laughed as he closed the door on your groaning.

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A snippet of a request I'm working on!!

OUT NOW HERE

Colonel Miles Quaritch x Reader

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“You gotta let me do some unwrapping sugar, please.” He pouted, loving the way you laughed and laid back down, staring back up at him lovingly while you waited for his next move. He continued down from where he left off, kissed and nipped softly, before reaching the hem of your pajama pants. He pulled at the bow, which was tied there with his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled back. His goal was to make you as relaxed as possible, and he knew that the easiest way to get there was to be silly. Now, of course, he wanted to make you feel good, but first, you had to calm down. He kissed your navel when he returned to the hem and looked up at you again.

“I will stop whenever you want me to, you just let me know, okay Sugar?” You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“That’s not good enough, Sugar. I need you to say you understand, and you will stop me if it gets too much for you.” He was serious, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or make you uncomfortable. That seemed to relax you even more, knowing you were in good hands for tonight, and he cared whether you would enjoy this or not. You knew you made the right choice.

“I understand Miles, and I promise I will stop you if it’s too much.”

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Showing Miles Quaritch the Vitraya Ramunong

❀ A/n - oh. my. god- IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK LMAO!! Finally got these HCs out only AFTER I got my car back from it being stolen and my college semester is over🤩 but you know what? AWOW is on Disney+ now and I put that shit on so fast and IM READY TO WRITE AGAIN!! I missed my hardass colonel🥰

❀ EXTRA A/n - I know it’s been super long but these HC’s are for @isimpforfictionalppl as they asked for a continuation on the last post! Sorry it took so long boo🫶

❀ Warnings - None really besides my foul language and the amount of fluff in this

❀ WC - 2.6k

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✿ After nearly a month and a half of being a hostage for Quaritch and his team, the anger of being captured and taken from the people you’d come to love and live with began to dissipate. Don’t get me wrong, it was still there, but the feeling of anger and always fighting back was exhausting, so slowly but surely, you were coming to terms with your predicament.

✿ However when Quaritch told you Jake and his family, your family, fled to the islands, that anger returned, and there was a good week where you didn’t eat, yelled, and threw fits when Quaritch demanded his usual lessons on ‘All things Na'vi.’

✿ That was when Spider would step in and take over lessons for the day, knowing that giving you time and space was the best thing for you now. He knew you were hurt—not just angry; he was too, but you had a long history with Jake and Neytri, and this felt like a bigger betrayal to you.

✿ Quaritch could sense this too; even though it was pissing him off and stupid to him, he could see where you were coming from and tried not to bother you until he deemed it necessary. When the hissy fit of yours hit for seven days, he was over it and knew he needed to get you over it too.

✿ So he took you out—no guards, no other squad members, and surprisingly, no spider. He had offered, but Spider decided against it, instead choosing to stick with the science geeks. He warned you with the usual threats, warning you not to run, attack, or do anything else stupid that would leave him pissed and you in a shittier mood for even longer.

✿ The second you hit the forest line, you ran. You can run so fucking fast that you didn’t bother to wonder if Quaritch was following you. You weren’t running away; you couldn’t. You couldn’t leave Spider, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away; they would find you, and if they didn’t capture you back up again, they would only follow you to see if you would lead them to the village to use against Jake, even though they couldn’t even find him now.

✿ You ran fast, but Quaritch was faster; it wasn’t long before you heard his thundering footsteps and loud curses, calling out to you to stop now or your punishment will be worse. You didn’t listen; you were only ducking under branches and roots and running through creeks and ponds. Quaritch didn’t realize you weren’t running away until he saw you turn your head and smirk at him. He could see the humor in your eyes from here.

✿ He was so captivated by that look in your eyes that he almost ran into you when he realized you had stopped. You took a deep breath and sat down on your knees, taking a few more breaths before leaning forward and laying your arms out and your face in the grass. He didn’t know what you were doing, but he let you; he watched you and waited.

✿ When you picked him up, he heard a sniffle, his ears twitching at the sound, and he immediately hated it. When you turned to look at him, two stray tears slowly fell from your cheeks. You motioned him forward, guiding him to sit just as you were.

✿ "You want your lesson for today?" Your voice is a bit more hoarse from no use, and when it was used, it was usually just yelling as of late.

✿ "I wouldn’t mind having my favorite teacher for today." He joked—well, you thought it was a joke, but in truth, he was being honest. You corrected him in ways he would remember, usually by smacking him on the side of his head or pulling his tail, but it worked. Lessons with Spider didn’t usually stick with Quaritch; Spider wouldn’t dare hit him like that; rather, he would reply with smart remarks that turned into arguments.

✿ "Take your shoes off." He gave you a weird look before shaking his head.

✿ "No. The kid tried that, no." He shook his head, his lips pinched in disapproval. You rolled your eyes, wiping your cheeks, and gave him a no-nonsense look.

✿ "Do you want your lesson?" His lips frowned into a thin line, staring at you hard before grumbling and turning away to shuck off his shoes. All while he mumbled how ‘stupid’ it all was.

✿ Finally, he stood barefoot on the grass beside where you sat.

✿ "What do you feel?" You asked, looking up at him questioningly. You had your thoughts and opinions on the workings of these new recumbents; they had to have just as much of a connection to Eywa as yours and Jake's hybrid bodies did.

✿ "What do I feel? I don’t feel anything. What, you mean the ground?" He stepped around, looking for something to feel, but still felt nothing other than the soft, dewy grass beneath his feet.

✿ You stood up, grabbing his forearms on top and guiding his hands to hold your forearms as well. He stood watching you quietly before you looked up at him and demanded he close his eyes. He did, not even thinking twice before obeying your order. Something about that bugged him, but he continued to follow it.

✿ "Take a deep breath." He took a weak breath in and out, hoping that would appease her, but the quick kick to his shin let him know it wasn’t, so he took a deep breath in, and the tension in his back and shoulders he was trying to keep to stay alert fell away in one, two, or three breaths. That was when he felt it.

✿A buzz underneath his feet, not like a vibration or movement, just the hum of life underneath his feet. He began to step around, thinking, ‘Did you just make me step on a toxic plant?’ He was immediately suspicious of the feeling beneath him that slowly began to course up his legs.

✿ "What do you feel?" you emphasized. That was when he opened his eyes, finding yours staring up at him with emotions that made him fall silent. There was hope in those eyes—not one he had ever seen before during your stay here. Miles had seen your eyes, angry, sad, and even a little happy, but this hope was different than your hope to escape. So he replied.

✿ I don’t feel nothing, nothin’." He felt your fingers push harder on his pulse, but he was smarter than that and, of course, older than that. This body may be young, but he is still the man he once was. That hope of yours was dashed; your eyes narrowed, and you let go of his arms, stepping away from him. He almost missed you, but he too stood back, going to put his shoes back on.

✿ "No, come on." You turned and started walking away without hesitance; he looked back.

✿ "Where are you going?" He leaned down and grabbed his boots, ready to catch up with you when you broke out into a sprint again. He had no choice but to drop the shoes if he really wanted to catch up with you; running barefoot around here was going to have to make him focus more, and he hates to admit it, but you are faster than you look.

✿ So they were gone, and he was trying not to step on anything sharp, poisonous, or anything else above that could render him in any shape or form. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t trust you.

✿ When you finally stopped and waited for him, it made him grind his teeth as he jogged up to your smug smile, barely even breathless while he took a second to gather himself. "Just what the hell is this?" He waved to the bush you stood in front of. A smug smile fell from your face as you rolled your eyes and turned around, facing the bush and pulling down its leaves to reveal a tranquil, illuminated sight.

✿ "Vitraya Ramunong," you said, stepping through the bush that seemed to move around you to let you through, and the bush held open waiting for him to pass as well. As we walked through, I felt it close behind him, closing in on him until he was out on the other side. ‘The Tree of Souls,’ he thought to himself.

✿ He had never seen them before—not in person anyway. It was a sight; he felt his eyes grow wider as he looked on. He never realized how translucent the branches were; he could almost see the works of the tree as they circulated like veins. As he stood in awe of one of the smaller trees, you stood by and watched him.

✿You knew he was lying; he had to be; even Eywa recognized him. ‘Eywa,’ you thought to yourself, questioning this sign and its meaning. When you zoned back into the moment and Quaritch still stood in awe of the tree, you hesitantly reached out and grabbed his hand.

✿ His attention pulled away from the trees, and he looked down at your conjoined hands before meeting your eyes. He even went to pull away his hand, but you held on. "Come." You pulled him deeper into the glowing forest, bringing him to what appeared to be a sapling compared to the other illusive trees. You sat down in front of it, once again bowing and pushing your arms out, except this time you kissed the ground, whispering something in Na'vi tongue, before looking back up at Quaritch.

✿ "I want to show you something." You grabbed your queue, bringing it over your shoulder, and opened it up before him. He had looked at himself a lot when he first woke up, but nonetheless, the sight of a queue unfolding was still incredible, and when you held out your hand, he was weary of your future intentions.

✿ "Now hold up, sweetheart. I like you and all, but I know how this goes, so I appreciate the offer and all-" Your offered hand moved quickly and slapped his shoulder hard, leaving a reverberating sting, and before he could react, you slapped him again in the same spot. "What the hell was that for?" Grabbing your hand in case you intended to strike again

✿ "That is not what I meant! I want to show you a memory!" You held out your hand again, and he stared at it for a few seconds before gilding his hand down his queue. He hesitated before setting it in her hand, staring at your palm, but he handed it to you gently.

✿ He watched as you held it, the queue unfolding, before you guided it to a branch and attached it slowly. It wasn’t long before you laid yours down as well, covering the very top of his.

✿ "Take a deep breath." You said that, and Miles complied, taking a deep breath, but when he opened his eyes again, he almost freaked out.

✿ A different environment surrounded him; the soul trees that once surrounded him were gone, replaced with a meadow with tall flowers and giant leafy plants that hung over his head. He looked around, searching for you, and found you behind him.

✿ "Where are we? What happened?" He walked towards you, but you only held your finger up to your lips and hushed him, turning around and walking a few steps forward.

✿ "Mom?" A young voice called out, searching through the plants before stumbling out and finding you. A little boy, his face lighting up at the sight of you, bolted towards a giant smiling and pulling at his lips.

✿ "Mom!" He jumped, and you grabbed him, swinging around and throwing him up in the air a bit before catching him and putting him down. "What are you doing, my little spider?" You spoke, leaning down to look at his hands, which held different assorted flowers in them.

✿ "I think I have all the flowers I want." He held them up to show you, explaining why he had chosen them. Miles watched, numb with shock and almost not believing the sight in front of him. ‘This is a memory," he whispered to himself, looking on and observing the interaction between you two.

✿ You stood and grabbed his hand; he led you forward, and Miles followed shortly behind the both of you. He realized now that Spider couldn’t see him; after all, it was a memory, your memory. He wondered what other memories you could show him.

✿ Spider stopped in front of a tall and rigid tree, where a big rock with moss growing all over it stood, a single pink flower growing at the very top edge. He crouched down and set the small bouquet he had gathered on the rock.

✿ "Is it okay to miss her? Even though I never met her, mom?" You smiled softly, reaching your hands out and fussing with his locks, laying them nicely and pushing down flyaways. "Of course it’s okay; she is who made you, carried you, and brought you into this world lovingly. Never forget her, my little spider; without her, you would cease to exist." You rubbed his cheek softly, patting it softly before pulling away.

✿ Spider looked at the rock and sat in silence for a second before turning back to you. "What about my dad?" You looked at his small face, turmoil turning in his eyes, searching for the answers he hoped you would have. You took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, watching birds fly to other trees and creatures swing from their branches, thinking of the words to say.

✿ You didn’t know the relationship Quaritch had with his newborn son before he died, but what you did know is that Petra would talk about his visits with him, and while he sounded distant, he nonetheless cared for the boy. "Without him, you also wouldn’t exist, my little bug; he may have done some wrong, some things even I don’t know about, but he loved you, and that deserves remembrance." Spider nodded his head and turned back to the rock. He took a few steps toward it before pulling something from his belt. He revealed an old tooth, specifically a front one from a Thanator.

✿ "Where did you get that little bug?" You asked, watching as he set the tooth on top of the rock. He sat there and looked at it for a bit before answering.

✿ "I found it while playing with Kiri; she fell and hurt herself, and when I helped her up, I saw it. I thought maybe..." Spider didn’t continue, but you knew what he meant. He wanted somewhere to pay his respects not just to his mother but to his father as well. Spider didn’t know the full story as he was still young; however, he did know enough to think that his father was the best of men in the eyes of Na��vi, and with your approval, he felt better about missing the absent figure in his life.

✿ Spider looked a little longer before slowly turning around and walking back to you. He sat down and rested against your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him and rocking him slowly, humming an old song from when you were younger back on earth.

✿ "Oél ngáti kámeie, Mom." You leaned down and gave Spider a soft peck on the forehead before replying,

✿ "Oél ngáti kámeie, my little spider." Things around Quaritch slowly started to shimmer and disappear in a white light before the light completely engulfed Quaritch and caused his vision to become blank.

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❀ A/n - I hoped you guys all enjoyed this little comeback, please remeber to like or comment or even request your own scenario. Thank you for reading! 🫶

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Bonjour !!!

J'apprécie ce que tu écris et je voulais te demander si tu pouvais écrire une fanfic avec des lemons de notre cher Colonel Quaritch humain s'il te plaît , voilà tout ✨

Translation: I appreciate what you write and I wanted to ask you if you could write a fanfic with lemons from our dear human Colonel Quaritch please, that's all ✨

❀ A/n: Hi!! Sorry I don’t know for sure if this is translated completely correct, but I would love to make some human Colonel content!! ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR THE UTTER LAG ON THIS REQUEST I GOT SO BUSY😭😭

❀ WC: 4.1k

❀ Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral (male receiving), fingering, penetration, AFAB! reader, mostly GN, uhh swearing, and Colonel Miles Quaritch is a warning himself🫶

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Since Miles came back as a recom he liked to remember. Remember life as a human, as a colonel, as a brigadier general, and even father back to a private back on earth. Every time he remembered, it seemed like he was going through it for the first time again. It was funny, how his senses seemed to even remember the memories now, building the feeling of actually having been there when he truly felt like he had only ever been here on Pandora. All this is how he remembered you.

He had been floating through a memory of being at a game, a baseball game, he thought, but he wasn’t watching the game. Some friends of his were talking around him, and that's when his eyes landed on you. God, you were a sight for sore eyes. Gorgeous hair, framing your face just right, and that smile, it was spellbinding. He was whipped the first time he ever laid eyes on you, and he was whipped the first time he remembered you all over again. He would never forget the way his name rolled off your tongue again. When you first said it back to him, he could almost hear it right next to his ear, breathy and sweet calling out to him from the past to re-open the wounds of an ex-lover.

He remembered fairly quickly that this story did not have a happy ending. That you were indeed the one that got away and he would always wish for. But every day before he went to bed, he would remember the story of you two together, like the chapters of a book, or acts of a play. He watched the beginning and downfall of you, and knew deep down he would do it all again, and maybe even change his own choices to keep you.

It started at that game. His friends dared him to go up to you, such a juvenile act, he thought. Even at such a young age, Miles was a wise ass; but he was thankful because now he had a sound excuse to ditch them and talk to you. My god, he wanted to talk to you. He wanted those pouty lips and soft lashes pointed toward him, bright eyes staring up at him, waiting for what he wanted to say. He wanted to hear your calm voice, and keep you beside him forever. So he went up to you, introduced himself like a gentleman, manners and all. He liked the way you blushed and blinked up at him, maybe not expecting the interaction, maybe embarrassed, he didn’t know yet.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miles.” He swore you purred it, eyes staring into him knowingly like you already knew you wouldn’t be friends. No, you’d both be much more to each other than either of you could handle.

He remembers the first night he took you out on the town. It was the first time you hung out as something other than acquaintances, something other than friends. You knew it, and he knew it, something had changed. It was a fun night, a night of driving and fast food, with stops at small views that showed the landscape of the dystopian city that framed them into the new world. You spent the whole night talking about anything and everything. Likes and dislikes, opinions and thoughts that never quite reach the open air with others. You would debate the certainties of life and fallacies, and even when you would disagree, you would shake it out with a smile, respecting each other and where they stood. He loved to make you laugh most of all, whether it be small harmless digs or a dirty joke you had to of seen coming. It never failed to make you laugh and joke with him back. He loved that laugh, his heart even sped up thinking about it. Even now, as he lay in his room on some ship coasting through space, he could hear your laugh echo in the walls of the room, as if you were here with him, living out these memories with him too.

During the night there was a pause, it was the first time in a while that there had been such a silence. Both of you talked out and were content with each other's presence as you looked out of a windshield together. Watching as ships went by in the sky, new technological developments had made the night skies more of a spectacle to watch now, and Miles knew the perfect spot. As you watched with an amazed look in your eyes from rockets flying in the sky, he watched you. Taking in your face, its curves, and angels, the plushness of your cheeks, the way your eyelashes kissed the top of said cheeks when you blinked. He couldn’t stop staring at you. You turned to look at him, a smile painted gently across your lips. He loved your lips.

“What is it?” You asked, chuckling, looking away for a second before looking back when he didn’t immediately answer. “Miles?”

“You are goddamn beautiful, y’know that?” You just laughed, shaking your head and saying a small thank you, but that wasn't good enough. “No, I mean it, I think you are the most beautiful person I ever met Y/n, inside and out. You can’t help but make me happy, no matter what you do.” He watched the way your eyes changed, tearing up a little. He didn’t mean to make you cry, but when you smiled, he knew he had done no wrong.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve met, Miles.”

Looking back on it now, he wanted to laugh at those words, none of them should have been used in the same sentence with his name. He grew up to be a monster, something you knew would happen and was part of your guy's downfall, but he was getting ahead of himself.

He remembered the first time you kissed him, behind an old movie theater in town where young couples like yourselves would go to make out. In all honesty, that is not why he brought you there. He just wanted somewhere where you could both talk without being interrupted by either of your loud uneasy households. But when you whispered to him to follow you back deeper down the alley, closer to a wall filled with names of past lovers carved in wildly, he didn’t protest any, especially when you stopped and looked at him, pushing him softly against the wall and pushing up on the tips of your toes to press your soft lips against his. He remembered the soft sigh released from you when he finally fell out of his shock and pulled you in close, kissing you back with a fervor he had been holding in the whole night. He couldn’t believe you kissed him first, but deep down he wouldn’t have had it any other way. You always kept surprising him.

At the time, he didn’t realize he had been with you for so long. Miles was so lost in you and couldn’t get enough, he wanted to stay with you forever. But this nagging feeling began to creep up the back of his neck, nerves pooling in his stomach. Something was wrong. He pulled away from you and released you from his arms. The whine of protest from your throat made him want to pull you back in, but he couldn’t shake the sudden new feeling.

The feeling ended up being a beating from his father, who claimed he was out too late with a no-good bitch who would only screw him over. Miles didn’t like when his father would project like that, and everything would have been fine had he not said anything back to him, but it was never that easy for Miles.

“You don’t talk about them like that! You don’t know a goddamn thing about Y/n!” Miles screamed, huffing and puffing, but it wasn’t five seconds later that his back was shoved against the wall of his room so hard he swore the wall caved in; there were plenty more of these identical indents throughout the house.

“Now you listen here boy, they’re all the same, and you’d be right to remember that from now on, or I’ll give you an old school whippin’ you won’t be so soon to forget.” He was screaming at himself to shut up in his head, but finally, he didn’t. He didn’t even remember what he said. Miles just knew the second his father's fist connected to the side of his face, he was out. He would later wake up to you gently shaking him on the floor, tears pooling in your eyes ready to drop down on his face. Before they did, he held his hand out and wiped them away. Above all, he found himself shushing you as you cried over him, holding his head in your lap, a frozen bag of pre-mixed vegetables pressed against the swelling on his cheek. You whisper why, to which he lovingly looked up at you, rubbing your cheek at an awkward angle, but it didn’t matter. You were here and you would stay here, his father was wrong.

He remembered the first time you would give yourself to him. He too would give himself to you. It wasn’t his first time, but it was the first time it truly meant something and mattered to him. It was something he could never forget again and was his favorite to revisit at night.

Miles never knew what you had in store that night. You were supposed to meet at a park together, but you had called him, asking him to come over to your house and watch a movie instead. He wondered why you decided to change plans and why you were so eager to get him to your house. When he got there, he noticed your parents' cars were gone and most of the lights off, the only ones on being in your bedroom and the front room by the door. When he knocked on the door, you were quick to answer and pull him in, embracing him for a long time. Your behavior confused him, wondering if something had happened. But rather than asking, he just wrapped himself around you a little tighter and brought his hand to comb through the back of your hair. You stood there for some time before you pulled away from his chest and looked into his eyes.

“Miles?”

“Yeah, sugar?” Your eyes flickered down for a second before meeting his again.

“I love you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead down to rest on yours.

“I love you too.” You let out a shaky breath and moved in slowly to kiss him. He remembers feeling you grip his t-shirt softly before you kissed him a little harder. It wasn’t long before he handed you against the wall of the hallway, one leg wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck. He didn’t know how far you would take this, but he would be following you every step of the way. When you pulled away for air, painting, you whined to him, and his brain almost short-circuited, taking in the request.

“Upstairs. Please, Miles, hurry.” He looked at you, face flush, lips red and swollen from kissing, your eyes hooded and glossy, begging to be taken upstairs, begging to be taken.

“A-..” He stopped, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” That was all he needed. He hoisted you up and wrapped your other leg around his waist, heeding your instructions to find your room. When he did, he wasted no time laying you down and getting to work. Pressing soft kisses against your neck, he loved the way your breath hitched, a short moan or whine following when he sucked on the delicate skin a little harder. Moving down further, he looked into your eyes as his hand hooked the hem of your shirt, asking for permission and rubbing against the skin underneath softly waiting for it. You nodded and even grabbed the hem yourself, pulling it up and over your head. Your hands went to unclip your bra, but Miles stopped you.

“You gotta let me do some unwrapping sugar, please.” He pouted, loving the way you laughed and laid back down, staring back up at him lovingly while you waited for his next move. He continued down from where he left off, kissed and nipped softly, before reaching the hem of your pajama pants. He pulled at the bow, which was tied there with his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled back. His goal was to make you as relaxed as possible, and he knew that the easiest way to get there was to be silly. Now, of course, he wanted to make you feel good, but first, you had to calm down. He kissed your navel when he returned to the hem and looked up at you again.

“I will stop whenever you want me to, you just let me know, okay Sugar?” You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“That’s not good enough, Sugar. I need you to say you understand, and you will stop me if it gets too much for you.” He was serious, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or make you uncomfortable. That seemed to relax you even more, knowing you were in good hands for tonight, and he cared whether you would enjoy this or not. You knew you made the right choice.

“I understand Miles, and I promise I will stop you if it’s too much.” He proceeded gently to pull the clothing down and set it aside softly, as he had done earlier before he started to kiss down your legs. Switching off between legs until he was at your center, fingers rubbed softly at your hips as they inched closer, finally breaching the panty line. He slipped his fingers between your lips, collecting the nervous arousal and bringing it up to rub a soft circle into your clit. Your breath hitched and gripped lightly at his wrist, legs closing a little in protest, but just slotted his hip between them, pushing them back and leaning down to litter kisses across your neck. He could feel your pulse thrumming under his lips, and when you began to rock your hips subtly against his fingers, the vibrations of your moans burned his mouth.

“That’s it Sugar, go at your own pace.” Your stomach churned with arousal at his words, heat flushing your face, embarrassed by the act of getting off on his fingers, but it felt too good to even think about stopping. Miles watched you rock your hips with fervor, getting more desperate with each rub. When he looked down, he could see clenching around the air, moving your hips up more so his finger would get closer.

“You tryin' to tell me something hm? Use your words, come on now.” You groaned in protest as his other hand came up to your hip and pressed you back down. Your hips came to a slow stop, but his fingers continued his little circles, but it wasn’t enough.

“Miles, please.” You begged, tightening your hold on his wrist a little and bringing his fingers lower, brushing softly against your entrance. He circled his finger around, before inching in slowly whispering,

“How could I say no to you?”

The way you sucked in his finger made his head spin and his dick throb in anticipation. He continued to push his finger in and out, using his thumb to continue circling your clit. He pulled back to watch you, glazed eyes half-lidded, staring up at him with pools of desire, rocking against his hand in earnest, chasing a high you’ve never quite achieved. It was a breathtaking sight that would never leave his memory. Even after all this time, when you were no doubt long gone, he could still remember the keen whine of his name falling off your lips as you tightened around him, pulling that string within in you, taunt. It was only when he began to rub the pad of his finger against your walls that you gush around him, clenching and unclenching around his finger as he rubbed that gummy spot you could never quite reach with your fingers. Your legs shook before ceasing, and a loud moan crawling up your throat released high-pitched as your climax pushed through you. Eyes clenched so tight shapes danced behind your lids until finally, you relaxed, panting heavily

When you regained vision, Miles sat above you with a smug grin as he lapped at his fingers covered in your slick. It was a sight to behold, and what came next only added to that. Miles began to unbutton his pants, pulling them down enough to slip his cock out from his boxers. He pumped himself a few times, keeping his eyes on you and the small mess he had already made you into.

“Do me a favor Sugar, c’mere and give me a kiss.” He ordered, tapping on your leg softly. You complied, sitting up a little shakily and pushing yourself to him, meeting his lips in a hungry kiss and submitting to him almost immediately. His hands wrapped around you and unclipped your bra, bringing it down your arms and pushing it to the side before his hands came up to grasp each breast. Softly tugging at your nipples and rolling them around in his fingers. He was so caught up between your lips and the soft torture on your breasts that he hadn’t noticed your head slip between you both and grasp him. He sucked in a huge breath as he felt your little hand wrap around him and begin to pump, tightening around the tip as you slid your head up. God, did you know what that did to him? He thought right, because you continued to do it, no doubt feeling the way he would throb each time.

He had to stop you before he blew his load all over your hand, so he stopped you, pulling away and muttering a soft, “Hold on.” But you didn’t want to stop, you liked making him feel good, and the way his composure would falter with your hand around him. You wanted to know what your mouth would do to him. He watched you as you bent down wordlessly, not believing his eyes until you wrapped those soft lips around his tip and sucked. The moan he led out made your ears tingle and pussy clench. His hands moved to push softly at your shoulders, not wanting to push you away, but not wanting you to do this if you didn’t want to.

“You don’t have to-” He cut himself off by clenching his teeth as you pushed down, letting him touch the back of his throat before pulling back slowly. He shuttered, not expecting the turn of events, but welcoming it nonetheless. As you set the pace, his hand came to curl itself in your hair, clenching slightly when you would do something, making it feel all too much. When your hand came up to jerk what wouldn’t fit in your mouth and cup his balls, he stuttered, moving to pull back, his orgasm coming in hot, but you moaned against him in protest. He panted heavily, groaning curses, both hands now resting in your hair as he guided you. With each push back down, you take a little more of him down your throat. When you looked up at him, you had this devious look in your eyes. As he dipped back down in your throat, you swallowed hard, tightening around his tip. He couldn’t take it, and finally, it snapped, and with a roar Miles came, hitting the back of your throat and mouth with cum. What you couldn’t swallow fast enough dripped from the sides of your mouth and onto your chest. Miles took deep breaths trying to find his composure, before pulling you off, watching you lick your lips and pick up any stray drops with your fingers and return them to your mouth.

“Sugar, you are way too good at that. Is there something you want to tell me?” He huffed, a little shocked at how fast you had gotten him off, regardless of how turned on he was over all this. You giggled sheepishly and looked away, flush with the praise, as if you didn’t just swallow his whole cock down your throat like nothing.

“I have my ways.” You snipped. By your ways, you just meant your experienced best friend, and he knew this, but still, the thought of you running around behind his back flashed in his mind. Before he knew it, he grasped the sides of your jaw in one hand and brought you to look up at him, pushing the fat of your cheeks in and making you pout before him.

“Watch it Sugar, you don’t want me getting possessive now.” He drawled, let go of your cheeks, only to push you back and watch as he fell on the sheets, bouncing softly. He felt like a predator, about to pounce on his prey, and he was going to be unmerciful until you made him stop.

“You remember what I said, right?” He whispered as he came down to you, slotting snugly between your legs, guiding himself to your entrance, and pressing gently, waiting for you to answer before pushing in.

“Yes, Miles, I know.” Your voice was quiet, anticipating the press-in. As Miles pushed in, you whined with discomfort. You were not used to such a wide intrusion, but the prep from earlier and arousal from getting Miles off was plenty to help. He waited for you, of course, staring down at you as you breathed softly, watching you for any signs of discomfort or disapproval. When he saw none and only signs to continue, he pulled back slowly, before entering again. A hum left your throat, the feeling interesting and lighting fire in your stomach. Your hips rocked against him and he smirked, snaking his hands around them, guiding them to roll against him in the perfect rhythm, hitting a spot that made you breathless and grips at his shoulders harder.

“Faster, please, just a little faster.” You begged, looking up at him with those glossed-out eyes. He leaned up, griping your hips a little hard, before thrusting faster, hitting that spot with more vigor. But when his hand slipped down to rub at your already sensitive clit, it was over. You gripped at his wrist, not quite pulling it away, but trying to lessen the pressure. He withheld, continuing to abuse the poor pearl until you were squeezing around him in every way, panting his name and nails digging into his skin. He couldn’t get enough.

“Come on now, Sugar, I know you got another one in you, don’t be stingy now.” He cooed in your ear, thrusting a bit harder, one hand still on your clit, with the other coming to grip the sheets beside you, holding himself above you as he kissed down your neck back to your chest. He slipped a nipple into his mouth, sucking it taunt, before pulling back and blowing cool air against the area, making you arch your back, reaching for the sensation, but also being ravaged by so many others. That string from earlier was tightening again and quicker than before, making you tense before spasming around him. Miles continued to fuck you through it, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

The room was filled with pants and warm embraces, before he got up, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and cleaned off your stomach and between your thighs, urging you to go to the bathroom if you could. He remembered pulling you under the covers, holding you close, hoping nothing in the world would ever take you away, and in fact, nothing ever did. It was his own selfish decision and plans that took him away from you.

Even now, as he lay in a foreign body, in a foreign ship, heading for a foreign planet, his biggest regret was losing you. So just like clockwork every night, Miles would remember the good ol' days.

❀ A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please leave any criticisms or suggestions! Oh, and don’t forget requests are still open I promise I’ll try and be better about posting them in time😅

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Hey guys!

My name is Ary, and I like to write in my free time. I am not as active as I would like to be and do go on long hiatus, but I always come back to write about new infatuations! I may not always get your requests, but they will almost always be open!

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That means:

No incest No Pedophilia/Grooming  No Necrophilia 

If there is anything I’m not okay with, I simply won’t and will not make a big deal of it. I’m fine with specific kinks and don’t judge honestly, just trying to help y’all the best I can while fueling my self-indulgent inserts LMAO 🤭 Anyways, I hope you all enjoy my many writings and please leave any comments, critiques and likes!

As of right now, requests are open!! This is for any of my listed fandoms but also any mainstream that I might have already seen, won’t know til you shoot me the request! :)

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AFANDOMMULTIVERSE Prompt List

“ Not you again.. ”

“ Leave me alone. ”

“ I can’t believe you! ”

“I hate you. ”

“ Don’t leave me… ¨

“I never meant to hurt you. ”

“Are you upset with me? ”

“ I wish I’d never met you. ”

“ I’m going to kill you! ”

“ Thanks for nothing. ”

“ Don’t call this number again. “

“ I fucked up. ”

“ Dance with me! ”

“ Isn’t that amazing? ”

“ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

“ I need a hug. ”

“ I’m going to keep you safe. ”

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Can I kiss you right now? ”

“ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

“ I’ve liked you for a while now. ”

“Let’s have a baby. ”

“ Can we cuddle? ”

“ I can’t stand the thought of losing you.

“ Is that my shirt? ”

“ How did we get here? ”

“ You’d be a great dad. ”

“ You’d be a great mom. ”

“ I want to protect you. ”

“ You’re so beautiful. ”

”Stop teasing me!”

“ You’re teasing me again…

“ You’re the best! ”

“ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

“ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

“ Are you jealous? ”

“ Catch me if you can! ”

“ I’m fine. ”

“ We can’t go in there… ”

“ Give it back!”

“ I didn’t do it! ”

“ Get that thing away from me! ”

“ You owe me. ”

“ Do you believe in aliens? ”

“ Do you believe in ghosts? ”

“ Why are you naked? ”

“ Where did all these puppies come from?”

“ Stop ignoring me… ”

“ No way, that’s so lame. ”

“ What are you listening to? ”

“Give me back my phone! ”

“ I swear this house is haunted. ”

“ Did you hear that? ”

“ It’s just your imagination. ”

“ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

“ Stop being such a baby. ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Since when have we ever been friends? ”

“ What on earth are you wearing? ”

“ I can’t feel my legs! ”

“ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

“ Put me down! ”

“ There’s only one bed… ”

“ I read your diary. ”

“ This is awkward. ”

“ Didn’t you read the sign? ”

“I may or may not have slept in your bed while you were gone.”

“You know I’ll always have your back, right?”

“I can’t lose you too.”

“Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you?”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Guys with rock hard abs make awful pillows.“

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re scared of me.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in the kitchen?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Are you drunk?”

“You’re doing a horrible job.”

“What are you doing?”

“You’re so smart but you’re so stupid.”

“You can’t yell at me, I’m injured.”

“I love you but don’t make me shoot you.”

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Here, let’s share the blanket.”

“You’re comfy.”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“But I want to hear you sing.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“It is not morning yet.”

“Shush and go back to bed.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“We’ll do dishes together.”

“I love your hugs.”

“How about a kiss?”

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Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Imagines

Oneshots

Peaches and Cream

Oscar joins the sesh.

You're Mine

Y/n thinks of it as a mistake, but Oscar, well he’s wanted it for what feels like forever

All that Matters

Reader sneaks away during a Santos party to relax

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