summary: frank wants to impress you by winning at the last mock trial - but ends up getting his ass kicked...
tags: hurt/comfort, frank has a crush on reader, soft fluff
“are you hurt?”
frank was turned away from you, stringing his bow and fixing broken parts of it, when you approached him. he wasn't even looking at you as he shook his head, mumbling out a quiet “no”. you decided to pry a bit further.
“you sure?” “mmhh…”
as you tried to catch a glimpse of his face, frank turned once more, refusing to face you and only showing you his back. you raised an eyebrow, pausing for a moment, before asking:
“then why are there bruises all over your face?”
you had caught a glimpse of them, but even without seeing them, you knew what had happened. frank sighed and slowly turned around, knowing there was nothing he could hide anymore. not from you, at least.
“i lost the last mock battle.” frank admitted, his grip on his bow tightening in frustration. “i just didn't want you to know, alright?”
it wasn't uncommon for frank to lose fights, as much as he hated it. maybe he hadn't found the right weapon yet. maybe he had to train a bit harder to catch up to everyone else. but for some reason, he didn't want you to know about this anyways, despite it not being the first fight he lost.
“why not? we all lose from time to time.” you try to reassure him. “there's nothing to be ashamed of.”
“but i wanted to win this one…” frank sighed softly, a nervous glance wandering towards you. yet when his eyes met yours, he quickly looked away again, a soft blush hushing over his cheeks. he paused, searching for the courage to say what he really meant to say.
“i wanted to win this one… so you'd think i'm cool.”
you were going to kill Zhang for dragging you out here, you swear to fucking god you were going to kill Zhang once the both of you make it out of the forest
he had dragged you out into the forest to look at some of the greenery, wanting to feel the grass on his feet and his hands, and you had agreed because you had been itching to do so as well
back on earth, seeing greenery was a privilege, touching it was an impossibility, but on Pandora, it was everywhere, all-encompassing and overwhelming
and then the two of you had found a waterfall in the forest and stripped down to your underwear to take a dip in the pool, but when the two of you climbed out, it turns out he had forgotten to bring a compass
now, the both of you trekking back, trying to retrace your footsteps unsteadily, boots held in your hands and only your pants clinging to your moist skin
you’re starting to understand why the na’vi wear such skimpy clothing when it was blazing hot in the weather, and the clothing sticking to your skin was starting to irritate your senses
Zhang, on the other hand, is doing much better than you, fingers trailing along the trees and ears flicking every which way to listen to the fauna of the forest
he’s even humming a song underneath his breath, and you growl and continue to trudge through the shrubbery while slapping at another bug trying to bite you
looking back at you to make sure you were still there, you scowl at him, and he rolls his eyes, not noticing the root of the tree that was lifted off the ground
in an instant, he’s on the ground, hands planted into the greenery of the forest floor as he catches himself, and he frowns as he lifts himself back up and finds his hands covered in a yellow pollen
you struggle to hide a laugh as you grab onto his hand and help him off the ground, and he thanks you quietly, wiping his hands on his pants before rushing some dust out of his face
rubbing your eyes to get rid of some of the sweat and tiredness, the both of you trek for a few more minutes, and you nearly cry in relief at the sight of the compound coming back into sight
your footsteps hurry to rush back into the air-conditioned building, and you nearly moan at the blast of cool air to your heated skin
Zhang lets out a huff of air at the feeling, and he bows his head slightly to say goodbye to you as the both of you head to your separate rooms
the door shuts behind you as you strip off your dirty clothes, and you turn on the hot water and place yourself underneath the spray, moaning at the warmth
while the waterfall was its own type of refreshing and amazing, nothing beat a hot shower, and you soak in the heat, tail flicking and banging against the shower walls in pleasure
the rest of the day passes by idly, training as usual and then working out, and at dinner time, you shove food onto your plate, bits of it falling off the sides
as you sit down to eat, Lyle raises an eyebrow at you, saying that you don’t usually eat this much food, and you glare and growl at him, telling him to back off
he raises his hands, simply sending you a smirk and saying that he was just making an observation, and he goes back to eating his own food
and then you blink, confused as to why you had reacted so aggressively to Lyle making a simple comment about your food
today’s workout was just hard, and you were on your last senses
with that excuse, you go back to your own food, sniffing it carefully before shoveling it into your mouth
a sort of feral hunger has settled into your gut, begging you to eat and eat and eat, and after dinner, you can barely move, stuffed full with food
in your own preoccupation with your thoughts, you don’t notice how Zhang has started to load up on the food as well, plate just about the same size as you
when you arrive back at your dorm, your bed looks empty and sad, hard and cold despite the blanket and pillow you usually only slept with
your hands dig into your drawers, pulling out every soft bit of material that you can find, and you pad up your bed, filling every nook and cranny, fixing the clothing, ripping it apart and starting again until you’re satisfied
it’s a mish mash and mess, shreds of your torn clohing scattered about the floor and all over your bed, in a pattern that only your brain could comprehend
you crawl into your bed satisfied and curl up inside of the softness and let your tail wrap around yourself before falling asleep
the next few days, you feel sluggish at training, mind unable to focus, and you let your body move on instinct to Quaritch’s orders as you try to process through the brain fog
perhaps you were sick, coming down with something, could the recom bodies even get sick?
you’re not sure, but you know for a fact that you can’t seem to focus and let yourself settle into your military training as you turn your brain off
you had attached yourself to Zhang the past few days as well, unable to part from his side for longer than just a few minutes, but he seems just as obsessed
on breaks, his face can be found in your neck, nibbling on the soft skin, and your hands can be found buried in his hair as you purr contentedly
he shoves his clothing into your hands after workouts, soaked in his sweat and his scent, but you only chirp happily and nuzzle into him before scampering off to fix your bed
he sits next to you during meals, and you preen with happiness every time, leaning in closer to him to push the side of your thigh into his
Zhang lets out contented rumbles and presses his shoulder into yours, and you wriggle in happiness as you eat, a smile ghosting your lips
it’s a warm day, and you had just finished training and had made your way to the lunchrooms, tail intertwined with Zhang’s
you shovel food into your mouth, uncaring of how much you were eating, and as you stare at the empty plate, you crave for more
he seems to know and gives you his plate, saying that he’ll grab some more, long legs carrying him easily to the food area as you dig into your meal
Fike elbows at your side, telling you to slow down on the eating with a playful smile, and before you can even turn to respond to the recom, you hear the familiar pounding of Zhang’s feet against the tile as he tackles Fike, snarling and growling like a feral animal and telling him to keep his fucking hands off of his mate
just like you, he had been eating much more than he usually does, putting on more weight and strength onto his body, and you hadn’t noticed with your own preoccupations with your own problems
right now however, as you hear utensils clatter and the resounding shouts of the others telling Zhang to stand down and get off, you don’t move and only watch as Zhang acts like a wild animal
as he claws and growls, Lyle and Z-dog grabbing onto his arms, you feel a twinge inside of you, something angry and dark and possessive
you’re not aware of your own body as you rip Lyle off of Zhang, baring your teeth and hissing as you sink your claws into Lyle’s arms to get him to back off
Lyle lets out a shout of pain and anger, and he uses his strength to throw you to the side to get back at pulling Zhang off of a bruised and swollen Fike
Zhang ear’s twitch at the sound of your yelp and turns his gaze to Lyle, his eyes more pupil than iris as he hisses and struggles in their grip, shouting something incomprehensible
you breathe heavily, the world muffled and body much too warm to be normal, and you stare up at the ceiling as you try to focus back on your surroundings
standing back up, something pricks you in the neck, and you sluggishly turn around to find Quaritch with a tranquilizer gun in his grip
it’s the last thing you remember before you pass out
you wake up to a cold room, floor hard and unforgiving as you wake up, and you whimper when you feel cuffs digging into your wrists
heat prickles underneath your skin, and you groan uncomfortably at how your clothes stick to your sweaty skin and how the bright lights burn your eyes
the room is empty except for you cuffed to the chair, and you let out a low whine at the cold and harsh room, it was everything unlike your soft bed
thinking feels like a struggle as your tail lashes behind you, and your hips rut against the chair instinctively, trying to find some sort of friction as your brain slowly processes the claws of arousal deep in your gut
agonizing pleasure runs through you, and you whine and whimper as you keep rutting your hips against the chair, the friction of your underwear dragging against your sensitive clit
it’s only you and the sound of the chair squeaking as you uselessly chase for a pleasure that won’t come your way
no matter how fast or how hard you try to grind into the chair, your orgasm sits just out of reach, teasing and torturing you as it slips by your fingers every time
time seems to tick by slowly as you start to cry tears of frustration, and your hands clench together, trying to claw at the hard metal to get yourself free
the door opens in your room, and you can barely recognize the figure of your colonel in the room, his body flinching as he sniffs the air
he clears his throat as he uncuffs you, but his touch only sears your skin and your body flinches away from his fingers as he uncuffs you
his heavy hand grabs at the back of your kuru, and you’re helpless to let him guide you through the hallways, steadying your stumbling as you pant heavily and try to deal with the pain cramping in your body the longer he touches you
there’s the sound of something whooshing open, and then Quaritch gently pushes you into a dimmed room, the familiar scent of your bedroom hitting your nose
you rush over to your bed, nearly jumping into it before you realize that doing that would only ruin the carefully built fortress you had built
relief floods you as you bury yourself into the sheets, and you bury your nose into the linens as you sigh in relief, fingers curling into the soft material
a low whine leaves your throat as you hump your own bed, desperate for something more, and there’s a low sob as you bite your lip, orgasm still just a breath away from you
the door creaks open again, a sliver of bright light illuminating the room before it disappears, and you sniff the air, ears perking up as you scent Zhang
he rushes to you, pupils dark and golden irises nothing more than a razor thin ring, and you growl as he steps into your bed without your permission
Zhang pauses, muscles straining with the effort of listening to you, and you get up on your knees and tug at his shirt
hurriedly, he pulls it off and hands it to you, and you press it to your nose and search around your bed on the perfect place to put the soft material
as your hands press it into one of the creases, a small purr leaves your chest and your tail flicks behind you happily as you finally complete your bed
something clicks in your head, and you look back to Zhang, tilting your head for him to come in
slowly, he steps into the bed, and he brings his hands up to cradle your face, his breaths slow and deep as he fully takes in the scent of you and your arousal
and then it’s the clash of your lips against his, claws tearing and ripping at the clothing clinging onto your skin and his
his hands push and pull at the weight you’ve gained, groaning in appreciation at the plush curves, and your hands do the same, squeezing at his thighs and brushing over his soft stomach
his lips never leaves yours as you fall down onto the bed, back pressed into the soft linens, and he ruts his hard cock into the plush of your thigh
Zhang only pulls back to attach his lips to the curve of your jaw and then to your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh and sucking dark hickeys into your skin
your hands bury itself into his hair as you moan into the air, your hips meeting his as you grind against each other
he pulls a high-pitched whine from your lips when he moves further down and licks at your chest, sucking and placing long flat licks over your nipple
you whimper and arch your back off the bed, pushing your chest further into his mouth, and your legs part further to make way for his body as he shuffles further downward
his teeth bite into your nipple, his other hand kneading at your other breast and rolling the sensitive nub in between his calloused fingertips
he can’t seem to get enough of the taste of your skin, moaning as he teases your chest, and you can barely stand the pleasure swirling in his head
it’s a heat that crawls underneath your skin, one that melts your brain and only heightens everything that you feel, but his touch is only cool to the touch, soothing and calming the fire that burns your nerves
pleasure clouds your thoughts along with need and want and the overwhelming scent of Zhang
he stills your mind while also riling it up at the same time, bringing your head out a fog of unsurety and into the haze of him
his mouth detaches from your nipple with a loud pop, lips swollen and fangs lightly gleaming into the low light of the room, and he moves his mouth to your other nipple
never once does he stop rutting against the bed lazily, his hands kneading at your skin and your chest and everywhere else they could possibly touch
and his tail lazily sways behind him, content and happy with how he tastes and worships your body
finally, Zhang trails his kisses down your chest to your stomach, biting into the slight fat of your lower belly and purring in contentment at the sight
his hands part your thighs wider before he uses an arm to press the tops of your thighs into your torso, presenting your pussy to his eager mouth
he uses his other hand to part your swollen folds, salivating at the sight of your cunt drooling just for him and your clit aching for attention
you whine loudly, hands clawing at the sheets as his tongue presses into you and his nose grinds against your clit so deliciously
it’s too much and not enough at the same time, his tongue fucking into you and trying to find your sweet spot to make pleasure explode behind your eyes
Zhang moves his mouth up to your clit, tongue laying flat over the sensitive and swollen bud and dragging up it as his fingers goes to slide into your pussy
he groans at your taste, and you squirm and gasp underneath his as he sucks on your clit and curves his fingers up inside of you, the rough pads of them massaging right into something devastating
you whine and grab onto his hair with your hands, tugging and pulling at the strands as he laps at your clit, and he only groans as you pull at his hair
his gaze is focused on you however, his eyes meeting yours and watching your every move, how your chest heaves up and down and how his marks litter across his skin
it makes him growl and fuck you on his fingers harder, desperate to make you cum first, and small little whimpers are punched out of you at the pleasure
your pussy clenches around him, so close to your release, and Zhang knows it too, smiling up at you and flicking his tongue back and forth across your clit while his fingers press into your sweet pot
a loud cry pierces through the room as you arch your back off the bed and clench down on his fingers hard, cummong on his hand and letting the tidal wave of pleasure carry you down into the deep
there’s a haze in your mind that curls and coddles you, bringing you into its warm embrace, and you can’t think properly as Zhang fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm, making it last for as long as possible
his fingers slow down in their pace, and he detaches his mouth from your clit as he pulls his fingers out, eyes flicking to look at how your release coats his fingers
white and creamy and dripping down his hands, he places his two fingers into his mouth, tasting your release and moaning at how sweet it is
you can’t notice, head too busy in the clouds to really comprehend what was happening, and you let out a small groan as Zhang shuffles upward, hooking your knees over his shoulders and moving up until you were in a mating press
the length of his cock presses against your folds, hot and heavy and long, and you whine for him to fuck you, please, you need him to fuck you so badly
he licks his lips at your begging and slightly brings his hips back, just enough to line himself up with your drooling cunt and slowly slide in
tilting your head back at the feeling, you whine as he pushes in further and further, seemingly never ending, and you paw at the sheets, overwhelmed
Zhang groans and stops, giving you and him a breather, and you whine that you can take it, just please, you need him to fuck you, please please please
he lets out a slight grunt, saying that he was only halfway and that he needs to give you a second, and you blink at him owlishly and bite your lip, trying to contain a small moan
you already felt so full, you’re not sure if he can even fit all the way, and as if he catches the look on your face, he says he’ll make it fit, a rare smirk on his face
his statement distracts you enough for him to thrust in a little more, and it punches a whimper out of you as you gasp for air
he fucks into you slowly, hips moving back and forth, sinking you deeper and deeper on his cock until finally his hips meet yours, grinding into you and against your clit
stars trail across your vision as you gasp for air, and you whine and groan, the small tears in your eyes falling at how stretched you felt
Zhang kisses the small tears away, and small whines and whimpers escape from you as you try to calm down and adjust
you’ve never felt so full, so full of him and surrounded by him, ever bit of his skin touching yours seems to send your brain in a fritz, and the sound of his heavy breaths as his eyes stare into your sends you heart into a frenzy
soon enough, the pleasure outweighs the pain, and your hips slightly rut into his, begging him to move and fuck you, the instincts in your body driving you to have him
he wastes no time, hips grinding and then fucking into you ruthlessly, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the room along with both yours and his moans
with every thrust, his pelvis slaps against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure into you, and he keeps eye contact with you, refusing to let you look away from him
it makes you whine and your head to grow fuzzy, and you can’t help it as your cunt clenches down on him and you cum on his cock
a growl escapes from his throat at how your pussy hugs his cock, but he keeps fucking into you, hips never faltering or stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm, trying to chase his own and fill you with his seed
his thrusts are relentless and brutal, bullying your walls, and you let him drive you into overstimulation, cries and sobs leaving your throat
with a barely noticeable stutter of his hips, he groans deep and leans his head down to rest his forehead against yours as he cums into your abused cunt
and yet, he still doesn’t stop, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you as he paints your walls white
his pace slows down eventually, the last bits of what he had to give you filling you and seeping out onto the sheets of your bed
the both of you pant, and he moves your legs from his shoulders to wrap around his waist
but he stays buried deep inside of you, and he presses his weight into your body and also slots his lips with yours
you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes as he moans into your mouth and hums at how your legs squeeze his slim waist
it was strange how quickly you had grown attached to him, but the thought flies from your mind when he parts from your lips and flips you around so that your ass is high in the air and so that your face is smushed into the softness of your bed
he mutters that he needs more, needs to fuck you again, and you whine as he fucks into your overstimulated pussy, one hand reaching underneath you to rub at your swollen clit
in the research room, Quaritch sighs when he hears from the scientists that you and his best sniper wouldn’t be available for at least a week, something had triggered your heat and Zhang’s rut, and all of you were helpless to nature
tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship
by the time you have your first kiss with frank, the two of you are already dating for a bit. frank has wanted to kiss you for a while now, but he's always been too shy and nervous to do it!
but you can see that it's on his mind, by the way he keeps stealing glances at you and how his eyes linger on your lips, before blushing a little and turning away
eventually he sorta blurts it out, knowing that he wouldn't get it out otherwise. and he can't even look you in the eyes as he does
“do you– w-want to kiss? maybe…?”
once you confirm that you'd like to kiss frank, he nervously leans in, gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes and your lip
shortly before your lips meet, frank pauses to look deep into your eyes, before closing his eyes and closing the gap between your lips!
frank doesn't really know what to do, so his lips kinda just stay pressed against yours, ever so slightly moving. he's not a good kisser, but in his defense, this is his first ever kiss! it can only get better from here!
Hi y’all,I’m so sorry for not posting anything like I said I would I had some family visiting and stuff.tomorrow I will conjure up a z dog post Especially for @dyingofcookies they really loved “My Mess’ and I appreciate that support more than I can express🥹🌟
