🍊Nami 🍊

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Pt.2 lovelies!!!! Thanks for all the love on my first post!

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SFW fluff

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You woke the next morning curled in Ghost’s arms. His strong arms wrapped around you, his tail wrapped around your own. It was about 5:30am, the usual time you woke up. Carefully, you managed to crawl out of Ghost’s arms and out of bed. Being a snow leopard hybrid, silence was your specialty. You snuck into the kitchen and began preparing some food for the two of you. As you cooked, the fact that you and Ghost were now mates really settled in. You blankly stared at the eggs simmering in the pan, the new feeling felt odd but warm. Hybrids had a very special bond between mates. A bond that mended minds, emotions, and anything between. You could feel his presence but also the deep sleep he was in. His emotions flooded your body, running deep within your veins. You welcomed the new feelings that enveloped your body.

…

About 30 minutes later, Ghost was awake. You sensed him stumbling down the hallway, exhausted from last nights events and all the missions he had been on.

“Mornin’ love.”

You looked over your shoulder with a soft smile.

“Morning.”

Ghost walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his face in your hair and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent deeply.

“You smell amazing.”

“Are you saying that because I’m now marked with your scent.”

You stated flatly but there was a hint of teasing and knowing mixed into the words. Ghost growled lowly in agreement as he wrapped his tail around your thigh. He gently kissed your neck and especially focused on your scent glands. You hummed softly as you dished up the burritos you had made. The two of you sat down at the table and ate together. It was a peaceful meal, the silence only broken by small conversation. Then the bigger conversation came into play.

“So, what are we going to tell the team?”

Ghost looked up from his food, seeing the slightly nervous expression on your face.

“They are probably making bets on this situation right now.”

He rolled his shoulders with a shrug and a small grunt. You didn’t really care either, but you both knew that your captain would care. Although that ebbing nervousness in your gut continued to twist, you tried to ignore it.

“Price is gonna have our heads.”

You sighed as you stared at the ceiling for a moment. Ghost snapped you out of your thoughts with his tail tapping softly on your thigh.

“It’ll be alright love.”

“I’m glad you’re being optimistic.”

“Someone has to be.”

He teased as you rolled your eyes at him. Maybe your captain wouldn’t freak out, but it was a 50/50 chance. You knew that Soap would laugh his ass off and start yelling that he was right. You could even begin to fathom what the rest of the team would think. Those were thoughts for you to dwell on later, for now, you were being dragged back to bed by a tired Simon.

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Don’t come after me this is my first time writing a fic about anything. I’ve gotten some inspiration from a lot of amazing writers on here. Don’t know if this will get any attention but I hope it does! To anyone reading this love you boo! Also apologies if there are any spelling errors!

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NSFW 18+

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The day started out simple enough, Ghost working in his office with you in the weight room. It was the one place to get your mind off of things, and frankly, there were a lot of things. Knowing that your own family no longer wanted you around wasn’t surprising, but it wasn’t a good feeling. Totally not like the gut wrenching feeling in your body made you want to puke right now. So, you just continued beating the ever living hell out of a punching bag. Soap came to check on you, but quickly wrapped that up and left without a word after seeing your expression when you turned your head at him. Soap proceeded to head straight to Price’s office and have a chat with him about it, which went nowhere since the captain didn’t know anything.

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A few hours later, you were working on paper work in your private quarters, a luxury you had somehow acquired. The mountain of paperwork seemed to go on forever, that’s when a knock at the door sounded through the room. Your head perked up as your ears swiveled over to the sound. So you stood and walked over to the door, your tail swaying with each step. You cracked the door open to see none other than your lieutenant, Ghost. His menacing height towered over you in the doorway, then that heavy and deep british voice practically attacked your eardrums.

“We need to talk.”

His tone was final and you knew that didn’t bode too well for anyone. So you opened your door wide enough for him to step in, and that meant you had to open the door fully for his big ass. Ghost strode into the room like he owned the place, something typical of him.

“So, what do you need?”

“Soap informed me of your behavior lately. Beating the shit out of the punching bags in the weight room? What’s with that.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, processing his words.

“Well I didn’t claw them up or anything so I don’t see a problem.”

“The problem is your attitude Sargent, something is wrong with you.”

Ghost stared down at you for a long moment before grabbing your chin. A long scar marred your neck from your jaw down, something you usually hid with makeup. Consequently, the makeup had been wiped off after sweating so much. You immediately stepped back from his grasp, your tail flicking nervously.

“You should go.”

Ghost growled lowly.

“What is that.”

His tone wasn’t one of mock concern or pity, it was anger and genuine concern.

“It’s nothing, honestly, just something that I got when I was a kid. Little accident happened, nothing bad.”

Ghost scoffed.

“Nothing bad? That looks like you almost got decapitated, don’t bullshit me with that.”

You stared at him.

“It doesn’t matter anyways, I’m not bringing up old news.”

“Speak. Now.”

You look up at him, your tail flicking nervously. Before you knew it he had you backed against your desk. Your thighs hit the desk and your ass landed on it.

“I have all night woman, I’ll do what I have to do.”

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Minutes later your back was against the desk as you writhed in his hold. Ghost had his head buried between your thighs, lavishing your folds with his tongue. He had your tail wrapped around his hand, pulling it gently since he knew that was a sensitive spot for you.

“S-Simon..!”

Your breathy moans hit the air as you cried out. Something about his name on your lips made him growl before shoving his tongue into your entrance. You bit your tongue to keep from screaming as he explored your insides.

“T-Too much..!”

You whined as he delved deeper. Then suddenly he pulled out before latching himself onto your clit. You arched hard and tried pushing his head away, but he didn’t relent. He then shoved two fingers in and began scissoring them. You whimpered as your ears pinned back against your head, the feelings becoming all too much. Ghost pinned your hips down with his free hand and wrapped the tip of his tail around your right ankle.

Soon enough you climaxed and gushed all over his face, he greedily licked it all up before pulling back, watching you tremble and pant.

“Now, tell me about that scar or it’s my dick next.”

You grinned.

“Maybe that’s what I want, handsome.”

Ghost grins.

“Have it your way then, love.”

Sure as hell, about 5 minutes later he had you bent over the desk, railing you from behind. Your whines and moans filled the air along with his grunts and the sound of slapping skin. His tail was now wrapped around your thigh, and yours was high in the air like a cat in heat. You clawed at the desk beneath you, gripping anything you could. Ghost didn’t relent for anything, just pounding you over and over again into the desk. Then, a knock sounded from the door. Ghost slowed his pace but didn’t stop, never pulling out either. He grabbed your chin and raised your head. You groggily answered the door.

“What is it?”

Soaps voice sounded through the door.

“You doing alright lass? Haven’t heard from ya all day.”

“I’m doing amazing.”

You bit back a whine as Ghost nudged your sweet spot with his rounded tip. Footsteps faded away before silence followed, but not for long. Not even a minute later the sounds of sex filled the air again.

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Hours later, Ghost was finally able to convince you to spill the truth about your scar. You both laid tangled together on your bed, your tails intertwined along with your limbs.

“It’s from my mother.”

Ghost listened carefully, fully attentive even after the practical breeding session.

“She was insane, always drunk or high, sometimes even both. One day she lost her shit and came after me. She had a broken glass bottle in her hand. I was pinned down and she cut my neck open. I barely survived it.”

You mumbled out the story as you played with the little hairs that covered his chest. His muscles tensed as he listened, then he cupped your face.

“Well, that isn’t something you have to worry about anymore.”

“I hope so.”

You smiled and he smiled down at you. His face was exceptionally handsome, the mask was annoying in your greedy little opinion. The ironic thing was, now you two were mated, adorned with each other’s scents and marks. Although neither of you cared, you figured the team would. But that was something to worry about another day.