#𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓
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𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆
𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢
𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑.
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓
𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒✯
𝑊𝐶: 1.5𝑘
𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎
Breathing heavily, Gojo pulled out and then he lifted you from Geto's body. He laid you down on the bed next to Geto with cum leaking from both your abused holes.
He pulled the cover from the bed and lay next to you and quickly pulled you into his arms. He knows that once you regain consciousness, you'd be whining and crying out for their comfort. They knew you well, they have been with you for 3 years now. They knew what state you'd be in after a wild night of unforgiving sadistic playtime.
"We should switch rooms," Geto suggested as he stood up from the bed and quickly slipped on his underpants that were on the floor next to the bed.
"Just a moment," Gojo whispered as he stroked the apple of your cheek and then he kissed your forehead. Geto hummed as he began to collect the stuff from the floor and neatly placed them in their respective places. He picked up the toys they both used on you from the bed, he even hung up the cane that they whipped your soft skin with.
Oh boy, they were in for a long night.
Once Geto was through with tidying up the room, he glanced over at Gojo, and without saying much, Gojo got up from the bed and lifted you in his arms. He walked with you towards the bedroom and gently laid you on the bed.
"She should be up soon," Gojo said as he stretched his arms over his head. "I'll go get the stuff and put it in the shower room, and I guess you can prepare a light meal."
"Ordering me around now," Geto chuckled as he walked towards the closet and grabbed a robe from inside. "Those were my lines, you know."
"Well, I get to call the shots too sometimes," Gojo responded as he caught a robe that Geto had tossed to him.
"I'll let that slip, just for tonight," Geto said as he walked towards Gojo and placed a kiss on his forehead. "After all you've been a good boy tonight."
Gojo blushed, mumbling a quiet thanks before he left the room and went towards the shower room. He quickly filled the crystal pool bathtub with water, then left to get the bath gel, ointments, towels, and other bath necessities. As he did so, Geto was inside the kitchen currently chopping up a few herbs to season the chicken he had cut up earlier. After he was done, he quickly grabbed a bottle of water and a few fruits from the fridge. He diced the bananas, strawberries, and oranges and then placed them inside a bowl.
He took them to the room and rested them on the nightstand beside the bed. Your eyes were still closed and your body was trembling terribly, he almost felt sorry for going overboard tonight. But then again you never used your safe word so it's okay.
He left to go finish preparing the meal, and during that time, you slowly opened your eyes. Your voice was nothing but a small whimper as you tried calling out for your lovers, but none of them came. So you laid there crying with your body feeling sore and numb, you were not able to think clearly, and you felt useless.
….
A few minutes had passed and Gojo had set everything up inside the bathroom. The large curtains inside the bathroom were open, the room was dimly lit with soft glowing blue and purple led ceiling lights, and the crystal pool bathtub was filled with water. He had towels neatly hung up on a rack, your favourite shampoo sitting outside the tub, the shower gel, and the ointments to use on your bruises after you were through with your bath.
He smiled to himself one last time before he left the bathroom to check if you were awake. Upon entering the room, he heard your soft whimpering coming from beneath the sheets he had covered you with before he left. "Sugar plum?" Gojo whispered as he moved closer to the bed and pulled the sheets from your head. A small pout formed upon his face when he saw the fresh set of tears staining your cheek, your eyes blown out wide as you stared at him.
Your lips trembled as you whispered "T - Toru," and then a cry left your lips. Gojo was quick to pull you from beneath the sheets, he was careful not to cause any more pain as he set you in his lap and peppered your face with soft kisses. Ah, a deeper head space than before, hm? He thought to himself. "You and Guru go a - away… I (sniff) scared."
"It's alright now sugar plum, Toru is here now," Gojo whispered as he continued to cradle you in his arms. He hummed a small tune as he waited for your cries to reduce to soft whimpers, and then he reached for the fruits that Geto took inside the room earlier. "You want a banana, baby?" You shook your head, yes and he smiled. He slowly fed you the fruits as he continued to hum, meanwhile Geto was in the middle of steaming a pot of rice.
"Something light huh?" He chuckled to himself. "Rice and Chicken at midnight."
"Suguru?" Gojo called out his name from inside the room. Geto turned down the flame from under the chicken and rushed to the room. “She woke up,” Gojo whispered.
“Princess?” Geto called for you as he slowly walked inside the room.
“Mhm,” you answered as you slowly chewed on another piece of banana. Geto cooed as he levelled his height with yours and kissed your forehead.
“You did so well tonight, princess. Daddy’s so proud of you,” he praised as he swiped his thumb over your cheek. They watched as you pouted cutely at them and they laughed. “Alright, I’m preparing your favourite meal.”
“Chicken?” you asked and he shook his head yes. “Mhm’ thank you.”
“Your welcome princess, now hurry up and eat your fruits. Toru’s gonna get you all cleaned up and smelling sweet for us,” Geto said and you nodded your head yes.
“Aren’t you gonna come with us?” Gojo asked as he picked up a strawberry from your bowl and slowly placed it inside your mouth.
“I would but I can’t. I’m cooking, so I’ll just quickly take a shower and finish up her meal.” Geto replied before kissing Gojo on his forehead and leaving you both to go take a shower in the guest bathroom. Meanwhile Gojo was left to care for a crying needy baby which was you.
…
“Toru?” you whimpered as you allowed your boyfriend to massage the shampoo in your hair.
“Hm? What is it, sugar plum?” Gojo asked as he smiled down at you. He watched you cutely chew on your bottom lips before pouting. “Baby what is it?”
“Do… you and guru love me?” you asked as you fiddled with your fingers.
Gojo tilted his head to the side a bit out of confusion. “What do you mean of course we love you.” he responded. “Let me wash the soap from your hair,” he said as he tilted your hair back. You sat there quietly as he washed the soap from your hair and once he was done, he grabbed the body wash, squirted a bit of soap on the loofah.
“You and guru, mad at me?” you asked as you began to wash your body with the loofah.
“Why?” Gojo asked.
“Because when we, when we were doing it… You and Guru didn’t look happy?” you whispered as you allowed Gojo to wash the soap from your body. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No you didn’t do anything wrong, sugarplum ” Gojo answered as a soft smile played upon his lips. “You were perfect tonight.”
“But why angry?” you asked him yet again.
“Hm… Suguru was angry at me because I wanted to use another toy even though you were on the brink of passing out,” Gojo explained, which caused you to fluster madly.
“Oh… so you're not mad at me?”
“Of course, how can I be mad at my pretty baby?” he cooed as he dropped the loofah in the tub and began peppering your face with light delectable kisses. “I love you and Suguru loves you too.”
“I love you and Guru too.”
“Good baby, now let's finish up here I bet you’re hungry. You’re always craving food after play time.”
…
A few minutes had passed and Gojo finally exited the bathroom with you in his arms, dressed in his clothes and now he’s currently walking towards the bed where Geto sat patiently waiting with your meal in his lap.
“Princess? Are you feeling better now? I’m sorry I was in the bathtub with you and Satoru,” Geto said in an apologetic tone as he watched as Gojo settled down beside him.
“She’s better now. She was a bit worried earlier. She thought that we were mad at her and we didn’t love her anymore but I cleared it all up,” Gojo answered.
“Awe princess, we love you so much you know that right?” Geto asked and you shook your head yes. “Good girl. I don’t want you to forget that ever ok baby.”
“Ok.”
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You Have To Be Quiet
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝐷𝑎𝑑'𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ! 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑥 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ! 𝐹𝑒𝑚 ! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝐷𝑏𝑓 ! 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎����𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠.
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝—𝑛𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 30𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 30𝑠. 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑤𝑠. 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛 ! 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎. 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑥 ! 𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎. 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡—𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥(𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑃 𝑖𝑛 𝑉 𝑠𝑒𝑥. 𝑆𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑.
𝐃𝐁𝐅 ! 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 off of you during meetings. You try your best to ignore her; however, when you feel her emerald eyes constantly staring at you, you can't help but it when your skin starts to heat up. It's even worse when Fury is there.
You sit in your chair, watching your father as he speaks throughout the meeting when you feel the feeling of someone staring at you. You glance to your side and notice Natasha, her eyes glued to you. You look away, your face heating up.
Your father was right there—standing in front of everyone, giving information about an upcoming mission—and Natasha was trying to make you flustered. And she was quite successful.
Dbf ! Natasha, who can't keep her hands off of you, especially after meeting. Normally, you go to your room in the compound, and Natasha always follows you. Despite how much you complain.
If Fury's there? You'll obviously want to spend time with him—he's your father. Then, Natasha is forced to wait until you—finally—go to your room.
As you step into your room, you feel arms wrap around your waist and lips on your neck. You sigh, leaning your head back. "Nat, we can't—"
"Why not?" she asks, her breath tickling your ear.
"We're gonna get caught, and my dad will kill you."
You could've been sleeping with Bruce Banner, and he would kill him too.
"That just means you have to be quiet."
Dbf ! Natasha, who loves teasing and edging you just to hear how much you whimper and whine. She also likes to degrade—and occasionally praise—you for it; and how you clench around her fingers or cock when she does.
"N-Nat! I'm-I—" Natasha slides her fingers from your sopping cunt, making you whine. "Nat—"
Natasha slaps your cunt, causing your body to jolt. You whine more. "What a filthy slut. What would Fury think if he saw you, whining like a whore?"
Dbf ! Natasha, who loves fucking you with her cock—unsurprisingly. She loves wrapping your legs around her waist as she pounds into your cunt relentlessly. She gets to see the faces you make when her cock nearly hits your cervix. She also loves fucking you from behind. She'll prop your ass up toward her while your face is pressed into the pillows; as she thrusts into your pussy roughly, she'll kneed your plush cheeks before slapping them.
"Oh, fuck!" you cry into your pillow, tears falling down your face as Natasha rams into your tight cunt. Her hair fall into Natasha's face as she watches her cock go in and out of your pussy.
She shushed you and smacked her hand against one of your ass cheeks, making you clench around her girth. "Squeezing my cock so much, I can't move."
Dbf ! Natasha, who loves to overstimulate you. She'll make you cum at least three or four times before either she comes or she decides to let you rest.
You squirm and cry, your eyes puffy as Natasha continuously laps at her cunt. Her strong hands held your thighs open as she flicked your puffy clit with her tongue.
"Nat, please!" you've come at least four times—there was no way you could come again.
"One more, detka," she says, her voice vibrating against your pussy, practically sending you over the edge. Your body shakes, your head thrown into the pillows as you cum for the fifth time.
Natasha drinks your cum, not daring to waste a single drop.
Dbf ! Natasha, who is so gentle afterward.
Natasha helps you inside the bathtub, the warm water relaxing your body. She places soft kisses on your forehead, whispering soft praises like, "You did so good for me, detka."
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❥𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝒈𝒇 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝒘/ 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒛 💕 thanks to this edit:
@missusnora @eleanorbaybars
❣︎𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: （𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑠）𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔/𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐽𝑜𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑁 𝐵𝐴𝐷 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛，𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘, 𝑚𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠✬𝑥, 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑝✪𝑟𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡，𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑖𝑙, MINORS NO😡
． ．．．
“𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐳’ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝒔𝒐, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐...“
Innocently enough you were actually supposed to be doing something on campus. Yet here you are currently with your dress rucked around your waist, tongue kissing and grinding on your Blonde Babe™️ boyfriend.
Sorrows and prayers to your responsibilities.
He’s not even supposed to be in your room. Inside a strict all girl dormitory with rules against “gentleman callers” and such. Your concern for that, however, goes out the window when you feel his big rough hands feel up your body, thumbs teasing your hard nipples through your dress and trail down, squeezing your ass. He feels so good. And he’s so pretty…god you need him to ruin you.
“Mmmh- Joe-…”, you moan softly, pulling away from the kiss to look at him. Bad idea.
His half-lidded blue eyes are nearly black, lips swollen and shiny. “Wanna stop?”, he breathes out, the husk in his already deep voice adds to the heat inside of you.
“No-!”, stopping was the LAST thing you wanted, “I just wanna be on top this time”, having to choke the words out because of him suddenlu sucking wetly all over your throat. Moaning when his broad tongue licks up your jaw before slotting his plump lips over yours, kissing you deeply. Distantly aware of the fact that you’re dripping all on him as your eyes roll back into your skull. Body hot with every pulse of your cunt.
Joe isn’t opposed to you being on top but, you’re already so fucked out just from a little kissing and humping…
“Mmm okay. S’fine with me”, and that’s your green light as his voice paired with his gaze sends you into a frenzy.
Clothes can’t come off fast enough.
He’s so effortlessly hot that it’s unfair. And honestly, that’s how you two got like this. It was all his fault really. Sexy blonde hair, the constant bedroom eyes, goddamn tall, focused, and easygoing demeanor.
Naked and ready to rock his world, you give him a quick peck insisting you don’t need prep when he asks. Which is usually necessary since he’s so big all around. Broad chest and shoulders, thick muscled arms, thighs, and massive hands. Your fingers barely touch when you wrap them around him but it’s fine. You look up but he’s already looking at you.
“Y’need me to help ya put it in?“
Fuck, shit, hell, damnit, that’s the last straw and you sink down on him.
Gasping, it burns as he stretches you out, like actually hurts, but it hurts in the best way possible. Moaning in unison, Joe grabs your waist tight, suckling wet kisses all over your chest, breathing in your sweet scent.
You smell so good that he wishes he could bend you over and eat you every day.
The pleasure that rips through you has you gasping while you roll your hips and start riding him. His cock hits every spot as it fucks into your sopping cunt over and over. Your eyes water but you keep them on anything but him because the way he looks at you is too much. It’s bad enough that you’re so soaked it’s audible. Wet smacks, heavy breathing, and your near crying as Joe slams you down on his fat cock.
Sometimes he’s gentle but when you get like this he really can’t bother to be. Such a tight, soaked, little hole, with your mischievous doe eyes and sweet smiles…teasing him. Always such a cheeky little thing but it all stopped when he got you like this.
The groan that comes out of his mouth is sinful as he feels your walls pulse erratically around him. You’re close.
Grabbing your cheeks, he makes you look at him. The cockdrunk, dazed look on your face inspires something dangerous in him and he grinds his fat tip against that special spot inside you, hissing at the gush of slick that follows.
“Fuck me, that’s it. Y’gonna make a mess huh? Yeah. I know you are…cuz she’s squeezing me so tight”, he whispers hotly against your lips, taking the rough pad of his thumb to wreak havoc against your aching clit. Looking straight into your teary blown eyes as you cry for him.
“Shhh, it’s okay…thatsss it..cum for me sweetness. Let me have it baby”. Joe’s sultry low voice with the way he strums your swollen stuffed pussy makes you orgasm so hard it hurts. Whining and screaming through the almost endless waves of white hot pleasure, you don’t even notice Joe swearing, brows furrowed, biting his lip at the ring of cream around his base. There’s a possibility the whole dorm heard you and by the end of it, you’re boneless.
By the tume you come down, it takes a minute for the change of position to click until you see Joe above you. Smiling, he leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth where you had drooled when he evicted your soul from your body, licking his lips after. (Like this man is a freak and I won’t hear otherwise)
“Wait-! Did you…?”, your hoarse question doesn’t linger in the air too long but Joe’s answer has that heat stirring up again.
“No…but don’t worry. I will, n’ this time, I’ll be on top….because I wanna watch it leak out of ya when I do. S’that okay, baby?” He swears he’s never been this hard in his life as he looks down at you dreamily. Soft, warm, and sated. Fuck.
But you? Are reeling.
Where did he learn how to talk like that?
Nodding weakly, it’s “whatever you want”. Gasping when he smacks the thick head of his tip on your clit, you spread your shaky legs wider. Ready for round 2 and that’s his cue.
Getting between your legs, folding your knees to your chest….
“So don't tap out on me just yet.”
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Hi honey! I don't know if u r taking requests right now but if you do I have one. Can you make a standalone where Ghost and F/reader are together for like 1/2 year(s) and she is always like really nervous around Ghost and can't look him in the eye for too long because she is really shy and Ghost kind of like the effect he has on her. Something along that way :)
Thank you so much and have a great day!!🤍
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𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 "𝑔𝚑𝑜𝑠𝑡" 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠- 𝚑𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑? 𝑔𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ( 𝑖 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑚𝑏 𝑖𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡) 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎?? 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑙
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𝑎/𝑛: 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞!!!! 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑙 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑏𝑚𝑏. 𝚑𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𖠌 𝑏𝑡𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘!!
anyone would be nervous if a 6’4 buff military man locked eyes with you. right? possibly- but does knowing him for 4 years make it any better? does dating for two of those years help? nope. looking this hunk of a guy in the eyes didn’t get any less nerving, even after knowing him for so long.
the way he trapped you under your gaze made you nervous. it made your fingers drum against your cargo pants -it made your heavy boots tap on the concrete. he must know, he gave it away by the way he held his stare- not daring to look away. he knew it made you nervous- he knew it made you weak in the knees. maybe if you could look him in the eyes for longer, you’d see the glimmer in them when your eyes drifted down and your face went hot.
the first time he noticed- it was a team briefing. you were sat across from him, he was looking at you- as always- and he began to zone out. he admired your face- your beauty. the way you chewed on your cheek in concentration as you listened carefully to the orders price was giving out . he was lucky to have someone like you in his life. someone to trust, someone to kiss, someone to hug.
at first- he didn’t notice he was staring at you. but when price slammed something onto the table - most likely harder than he intended to - it snapped him out of his trace. he was confused- to say the least- he didn’t understand the ways your eyes were darting all over the place… until he did.
your fingers - which were resting against the table - were fighting against each other and your knee was bouncing at a particular pace. he knew it was yours- the table was rocking and soap - who was sitting on his right - was completely still. as for gaz, he was sat, on a chair, away from the table, why? god knows - but that left you.
he understood now- you were nervous. why? because you were caught under his gaze.
that moment, he was thankful for the mask. it hid the smirk on his face. well- not that you could look for long enough to see it. he was still staring at you- he realised. maybe he should stop. let you focus. so he, thoughtfully, looked away- though not before taking one last glance, just for fun.
the second time, he’d actually forgotten. you were all cramped into a little plane, on the route to a mission. soap was squashed up beside you, practically locking you into the wall. ghost, however, was facing you, the tip of his boots pressed against yours. he was looking at soap, who was waffling about god knows what- it was always hard to keep up with what the scot was saying.
you- were also listening. just not so intensely. you didn’t bother to turn your body to look at soap, you couldn’t, he had you trapped against the wall. so, you had to look straight ahead. right at ghost.
you did your best to avoid his eyes. you stared at the wall of the plane, his vest, the badge on his jacket - hell even his gun. but you found yourself staring back into his eyes. you loved his eyes- you did, even if it didn’t seem like it. you loved the way they sparkled in the sunlight- the way they lit up when you walked into a room. but you just couldn’t maintain eye contact.
he tried to listen to soap- for a change - he really did, but eventually, the man became a buzzing in his ears. so he turned his attention back to you. as soon as his eyes began to move, so did yours. you looked away as quickly as possible- deciding the marks on the floor were much more interesting to look at.
ghost, although hidden by the mask, raised an eyebrow at this. again, he didn’t understand why. he racked his brain for the memory or the reason. oh. right.
the corners of his lips perked up, and he kicked his foot against your boot. he watched your eyebrows furrow, and your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip. he kicked again, and again until you were forced to look at him. he was having far too much fun for a man about to head onto the battlefield.
you- on the other hand. god, this was the furthest thing from fun you could imagine. he was your boyfriend for christ’s sake. you hoped he would never notice. the height difference between you two always meant you stared directly at his chest and you almost always sat next to him. maybe you cold try look at him, just once more.
so the next minute- you were staring right into his eyes. maybe a couple of seconds passed, you could already feel your face getting hot, your fingers start to twitch against your knee. fuck sake. you caved in again, looking away.
and you swear you heard the faintest sound of a deep chuckle come from him.
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"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚?" These remarks trouble Jungkook. He is afraid of you. He is afraid of everything you do. He continuously doubts your motives and scrutinizes every exchange. He is reluctant to lower his guard around you because the terror in his eyes serves as a continual reminder of the harm that has been done.
He runs into you after school when you work with him on group projects or when you pass him in the corridors of the school. Unsure of what to say or do, Jungkook's heart races. A knot forms in his stomach as he braces himself for any possible argument or discussion. Every interaction with you is anxiety-inducing for him because he is afraid of failing you or receiving your criticism.
He is always afraid, but he loves you when you push him against the bleachers as you hold his throbbing cock in your hand. All of Jungkook's worries and fears vanish in those private times, to be replaced by a profound sense of love and desire for you. He is able to put aside his problems and just be present with you at such times because he feels fully seen and welcomed.
He wants to breathe with you, eat with you, and touch you in the same manner that you touch him. only in those instances when flesh is exposed. He then flees for his life. He longs for the closeness and bond you have, yet he must recede due to his public persona demands and fear of being vulnerable. He finds it difficult to truly commit to a long-term relationship because of the pressure of expectations and scrutiny, which leaves him conflicted between his wishes and the realities of his situation.
Jungkook had always been a solitary boy; He was afraid his parents would discover that he was acting in this way. He would get punishment, and as they have often warned, his parents would pull him out of school and send him to a Catholic school on the other side of the nation. Because of his dread of the repercussions, Jungkook started to act more clandestinely, which resulted in a never-ending internal conflict between following his own impulses and living up to the standards established by his conventional upbringing. He couldn't help but long for the freedom and independence that he felt would offer him contentment and satisfaction despite the hazards.
After you're done with him, Jungkook feels filthy, like he's betrayed his upbringing and given in to his own needs. He struggles greatly with the guilt, which exacerbates his inner turmoil and causes him to doubt his decision. While he longs for a feeling of morality and purity, he also longs for the thrill and pleasure that come with defying social norms.
However, your comments are usually irritating at sometimes. "𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛," you remark, repeating your soothing words in his mind. reassuring them that everything is fine and that this is typical.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨; 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚."
"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩."
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣,𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚."
"𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚."
"𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙝𝙢?"
Every phrase that Jungkook utters under pressure or in front of his parents. Every time there is a free period, Jungkook keeps track of the minutes. Because when you touch Jungkook at that moment, you two are alone. It seems like Jungkook feels comfortable in your company and in the time you two spend together during leisure time. Remember that everyone handles stress in various ways, and that's why it appears comforting for Jungkook to be with you.
"Jungkookie, do you want to touch me?" You perch atop Jungkook. his hands by his sides. He nods, but Jungkook is aware of your next move. He is aware that you will remind him to express boundaries and obtain permission before making any physical contact. Your consideration and understanding of Jungkook's personal space are extremely valuable.
"I need to hear you say it." He sits up straight and looks at the uniform shirt covering your chest.
"Yeah, I w-want like to touch you," he whispers. As you begin to unbutton your shirt, Jungkook is staring at your baby pink lace bra.
Jungkook inhales a sharp breath as you take his hand to brush on top of your smooth chest.
"Do you know what these are, Kookie?" He nods, his fingers pressing ever so little into the velvety flesh.
"What are they?" You reach behind to unclip your bra, holding the front part.
"They're your tits." Jungkook is cut off by his gasp. as you let your bra fall completely. Your nipples point out at him. He stares in awe, your tits sitting nicely and your hard nipples looking back at him.
"Touch them," he leans in. His cold hands brush your warm skin. You flinch, and he stops.
"I'm s-sorry, did that hurt?" You laugh and shake your head. "No, baby, your hands are just cold." You caress his face for reassurance.
He stammers, "S-sorry," and puts both of his hands on top of your breasts. He leaves them there, and you give him permission to play about by leaning into him. You feel a surge of pleasure rush over you as his hands play around with your breasts. When you lead his touch and show what feels nice, he immediately follows suit. The desire to satisfy and be satisfied fuels the passion that grows between you.
He snaps and begins to pull and squeeze at your breast while massaging your nipples between his fingers. Your breath quickens as you find yourself giving in to the ecstasy as the feelings get stronger. You feel a stronger connection with him as he deftly satisfies your wants and makes you want more.
As his soft kisses melt your flesh underneath him, you sigh in ecstasy. He moans as you begin to grind on him a little. You both give in to the overwhelming yearning that is running through your bodies, which heightens the intensity of the moment. Your motions have an impeccable rhythm that synchronizes, strengthening your bond and bringing you both closer to the brink of bliss.
When Jungkook jumps the boat, he hooks his mouth onto one of your nipples and begins to suck and swallow with his hard tongue. Squeezing the second one between his thumb and pointer, he sucks hard. With a groan that escapes your lips as Jungkook's deft mouth takes you to the verge of euphoria, you arch your back in pleasure. His motions are so intense that they send waves of pleasure through your body, and you both become consumed by an overpowering need that is impossible to resist.
You both feel the desire to grind on him more as he takes your entire tit into his mouth. “That hurts," and Jungkook lets your tit drop out of his lips. You meet his stare and see a mixture of anxiety and desire. With his hands softly brushing over your body, Jungkook understands the fine line between pleasure and suffering and murmurs words of apology and confidence. After taking a minute to gather yourselves, you both find comfort in each other's arms and proceed.
Gazing up into your lustful gaze He notices his thickening cock sticking through his school clothes as he stares down at his crotch. Your heat is escaping through your skirt to him. There's a knowing smirk between you both, admitting the inherent desire between you, and the air is thick with expectation. Your need is fueled by the intensity of the moment, which also creates an electric charge that permeates the space.
"Do you want to touch me somewhere else?" you ask in a moan.
"Y-yes, please," he says as he pushes up, thrusting his hard-covered cock into your heat.
You take his fingers, leading them to your pussy, and he grunts as the tip of his finger meets your solid heat, covered only by your thin cotton panties. As his touch ignites a fiery sensation within you, your breath quickens and your body trembles with anticipation. The intimate connection between you intensifies, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.
“Y/N your so…wet”
“Your making me wet Koo”
As you tickle yourself with his fingers and run his pointer finger up and down your moist folds, Jungkook can only imagine how warm and wet it is inside. Jungkook is amazed and wants to pull off your cotton underwear. He stops at your nerve and rolls his finger around it for a few seconds as you carry on with the motions.
As you continue to rub yourself with his fingers, you realize that tears are flowing down Jungkook's cheeks and that his eyes are becoming wetter.
"Jungkook, baby, what's wrong?" Without any delay, you halt and gently lift his face, forcing him to turn to face you.
"This feels wrong," he says, gazing up at you through moist eyes.
"If you don't want to, we don't have to. You should've told me to stop. I don't want you to feel-."
"Y/N, that's the issue. He admits, "You make me feel pain, and it always feels so wrong, but I always want to do it," pressing your body closer to him while your cunt draws from his firm cock and your tits brush against his chest.
He starts to grind you more quickly on him. You're over him, indignant at what he's done.
"You...just...feel...so...fucking...good..." After flipping you over, Jungkook is now on top of you. He wants more, but you're dry-humping together.
He's crying more now. "Y/N, that aches like hell. Please fix it." You kiss his jaw and put your hands around his neck.
You laughed beneath him, "Jungkookie, you're so desperate." Jungkook gives you a glance. "This isn't funny!" He screams. You laugh more, though.
"Jungkook, you're so cute." You reach down and give him a cheek kiss. Jungkook peeks at your pants as you lift your skirt. His eyes enlarge.
"Kookie, do you want to fuck me?" Your stare turns dark. "Yes, I do. So bad. Y/N, so bad." You smile.
"Okay, but we have to do a few things first, okay? You have to be good for me," Jungkook nods.
"I'll do anything, Y/N; tell me." Jungkook is about to face catastrophe. You give him a nasty smile as you look at him.
"Eat me out; I don't know if I'm wet enough, kookie." Jungkook seems disoriented as he fixes his gaze on the damp patch on your panties.
"Y/N..."
You sulk, "You're not going to do it; I thought you were a good boy, Jungkook," but he gives you a defeated stare.
"No, I am! I'm the best boy, but..." You turn your head.
"But what?" your press.
"I..." He looks away from you. You advance toward him.
He flinches. "Talk, Jungkook," you demand.
"I don't know how to do that; I don't know how to eat you out," he confesses, and you smile.
"I'm going to teach you, dummy." You pull him closer, guiding his hand to your waist. "It's okay, Jungkook. We'll take it slow, and I'll show you step by step," you reassure him. He looks at you with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, ready to learn from you.
With a nod, Jungkook removes the remaining portion of your panties. You spread your legs apart to give him a good glimpse of your glinting cunt. Jung Kook touches your bear with his fingertips, displaying his impulsive nature. He stops staring up at you when you recoil, and you start to tremble.
"S-sorry, did that hurt?” You smile; just shake your head.
"No, it simply feels good. Jungkook, you make me feel so good," you whimper.
“Don’t say stuff like that”
“But it’s true, koo”
Jungkook nods, "Okay, go and position yourself in front of me," and his eyes are once again in front of your pussy. You push yourself in closer until his nose just touches your clit.
"Now lick me," Jungkook commands, beginning with a leisurely lick of the interior through your folds and nub. You groan, "Yeah, just like Kookie, go faster," and Jungkook obliges by licking your cunt more quickly and nodding his head. You're groaning, and his nose is rubbing across your pussy. Jungkook moans as you grab hold of his hair and tug at the silky strands.
You respond, "Suck it," but Jungkook is already five steps ahead. You lay on the floor, and he becomes hungry and puts your legs over his shoulders. You groan while yanking at his hair.
Your eyes roll back into your head as Jungkook sucks and pulls your clit into his mouth. You cry, "Jungkook, I'm going to cum," and as you cum on Jungkook's face, he moves quicker, and the burning sensation in your stomach flares up. As Jungkook saps your high, you grind hard on his face.
"Jungkook, you really are a wonderful boy. I'm thankful. You cry out, release his hair, and he emerges from your excitement, his face moist. "Please let me fuck you right now. I'm really hurting. look!" Your weary hand is grabbed by Jungkook and pressed up against his cock.
But before you go for your next session, the school bell sounds.
"Awe, Jungkookie, we have to get to class." You claim to be getting ready and getting your clothing fixed. Rushing to get your pants off the floor, you are stopped by Jungkook before you can flee. He forces you up against the wall-mounted gym mats.
"Y/N." He has a gloomy voice. "You promised; you can't leave me like this." After picking you up, Jungkook encircles his waist with your legs and begins humping your nude cunt.
"Koo," yet it's an overly pleasant feeling. When you let out a groan in his ear, Jungkook keeps pushing his encased cock into your wet cunt.
"Please, it will be quick; please, I'm in so much pain." You nod in agreement as Jungkook cries, simply needing to feel anything.
“Please Y/N…I need you…please”
"Yes, kookie, hurry, fuck me, fuck me, Jungkook." Without waiting another second, he pulls out his dick and fists several times before aligning them with your entrance. Slowly, he thrust, and at last, Jungkook was in your heat. Your vaginal walls flex around him so tight, wet, and flawlessly that he fucks you quickly. You groan in his ear, "You like it, Jungkook." "Yes, it's nice. "I love it." He whimpers and groans against your lips as you grin and plant a kiss on him.
"Y/N, what's happening?" With a thrust that blows you out and a tighter hold on your thighs, Jungkook begins to fuck you more quickly. Jungkook suddenly moves your legs so they sit on the inside of his elbows.
“Fuck Jungkook your so big” you whine as he pounds into you.
You have your feet hanging in midair. As he strikes you harder, you groan. You start to tremble; your climax is approaching, and Jungkook lets out a loud groan that makes you realize you're at school. Pulling his face in your direction, you give him a hard choke.
"You have to be quiet, baby; you don't want to get caught, do you?" Jungkook then lets go of his lengthy, thick ropes of cum inside of you while moaning. You close your eyes, and as you groan, the heated fluid drips down your wall, tightening his choke.
“Y/N don’t stop”
When you relaxed, Jungkook collapsed to his knees. You lick off the remnants of your finger as you burrow your finger into your cum-filled cunt. Jungkook is resting on your shoulders.
"We have to go, Koo," you say, scratching his head, and he groans.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" When he said that, you grinned. "Of course, baby." After you kiss him, you hear the intercom blaring loudly from the closet.
"Jeon Jungkook and Y/N L/N, please report to the office." You and Jungkook look at each other confusedly, but you fix it with a kiss.
After feeling uncomfortable about sharing his body with you, Jungkook is now more at ease with it. He was concerned that his parents would learn about his unethical behavior at school.
However, Jungkook is ecstatic right now; he walks you to and from school. occasionally pay him or her a brief visit and have a fast fuck. both anywhere and anyplace. That was the time you talked him into eating you out of his parent's closet—in the shower, the living room, your bed, and his bed.
𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
Every day, Jungkook looks forward to the moment when he can be with you.
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𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟.
𝐴𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑝.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑗𝑛𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟.
"𝑦/𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜?" 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑠, 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
"𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛'...." 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦, 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 "𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛?"
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 "𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑔~, 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑔.", ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑝.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑝, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜, 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡...
𝐴𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡, 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑, "𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠?" ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑡, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒.
𝐻𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, "𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒."
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑝, 𝑠𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑜.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑦-𝑑𝑜𝑔 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 15𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚. 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ.
𝐻𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ���𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑘, 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 "ℎ𝑒𝑦!" 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛, 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦. ❀❁❤︎
*𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍😔*
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𝑂𝑤! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡!
𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑜𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠/𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒!
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 (𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 🫶)
It was a rather normal day just like any other, your mind wondering to your science lover, deciding apon playing him a visit, which he never gets tired of, always getting the same exited welcome whenever you barley even get inside his lab, the man's voice had never failed to be with joy and eagerness to show you his newest invention or idea, happy to hear your judgement on it, at times also naming them after you.
This was a day just like any other, you had came to visit your lover for the first time that day, since you were busy with your on things, as you entered through the round and thick metal hallway, the moment you actually walk into the lab, your eyes are blinded by a huge light shining into them, you feel as if you were hit in the head and felt light headed, before you realized it, you had fallen on the ground.
You only hear fast footsteps coming to you before you feel Nikola's hand hold your cheeks, his voice is a blur to you, as if it was in the distance, as you start to clear up your mind from what just happened, your met with your lovers face close to yours as he stresses in worry if your alright, immediately pulling you close and wrapping his arms as tightly as possible around you, sighing in relief when he saw your okay.
“ Ugh..” you groan softly as you hold your head, still feeling light headed as your upper body is made to sit up by him hugging you, “ What was that..?” you muttered softly as you still seem lost with what just happened, “ I was trying to power up one of my new inventions but it seemed to have a more intense to you.” the scientist joked, referring that you were an attraction to the electricity.
You tried to chuckle at his joke but the splitting headache you feel stops you from doing so, you let out a soft groan again before you feel him pick you up, seemingly heading out of the lab to go get you to his or your room to rest from the unbearable headache.
“ You know, I'd think you'd be satisfied with the amount of Tesla ‘coil’ from the nights we spend together—”
“ NIKOLA.”
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"𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑔 — 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘."
♡ 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 : ♢ 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑤/ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 : ♤ 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 : ♧ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦
✦ | 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠
♡ ⌗scars & kisses
♤ ⌗clandestine's copulation
♢ ⌗act of altruism
✧ | 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 & 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠
♧ ⌗childhood crush
♤ ⌗nsfw alphabet ( 01 )
☆ | 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑠
n/a
★ | 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠
⎰ UPCOMING ⎱ Draconis Nirvana ☆
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>>𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗻 𝗠𝗰𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘅 𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
Finn dating a shy and quiet s/o
𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑚𝑙𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑠
I WOULD like to think Finn doesn't necessarily have a preference in someone's personality and genuinely likes who he likes. So, when a gorgeous man came into his life (or a new recruit in the camp), you catch his eye.
Only then he will notice in a few weeks or so you haven't really gotten close with anybody. Finn understands new change and having to adapt is a struggle.
But it shouldn't take another 3 months💀
The first thought comes to mind in his little crackhead brain right now was one solution: you didn't like him...and he wasn't afraid to confront you about it. He may not be the brightest but he is not dense, such as catching you looking at him a few times.
When the day finally came to have a talk with you, it took an unexpected turn...
In your own words-"I'm sorry, I was just nervous and you were really cool, I didn't know how to approach you." My man had to process everything and in beyond. Once that was settled, he understood and happily took the compliments, glad you weren't a total jerk like he thought you would be.
Finn was so happy when you began to finally make friends, and get out of your comfort zone. ESPECIALLY around him. It makes him feel all giddy.
Your behavior doesn't seem to change all that much even after you stayed at the camp for a while.
Being out in public, he senses you get nervous in public, even if it were crowded, he makes sure to distract you, focus on him. If you ever need Finn to order your food, he will do it with no questions ask.
His feelings towards you will slowly change. You two were just friends, however...it turns out Finn slowly catches feelings, what can he say? You were really attractive, and I mean to the point where he wanted to be sex buddies.
(Only if you wanted to, ofc)
This will lead Finn to flirt with you, being touchy, calling you nicknames like "Sweetheart" or "Hot Stuff" that Cassidy, hell, Daniel too who noticed the change in his behavior and yet, you were so oblivious.
You just thought it was normal as Finn would act the same towards anyone else...right?
Oh how wrong you were.
Cassidy had to bonk you in the head, making you realize Finn didn't want to be "just friends" and that was it, a light bulb flickering above your head. All the touching coming from Finn really did say something.
After figuring it out, you didn't know how to act. The only thing you could do was pretend everything was normal when you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack.
Sooner or later, Finn eventually confessed first because he couldn't take the tension anymore and let it all out, expecting you to not feel the same.
Plot twist! You two...kissed🧍♂️
Finn: 'cool, cool, cool, cool, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.'
You: 'ohmygosh, ohmygosh, I kissed him, what will happen now? Will everything change? What will people think? Did my breath smell?'
Boyfriends.
Now the others don't have to see the obvious eye contact and hear Finn's everyday flirting anymore. Except, too bad for them it was ten times worse after you two were officially a couple.
(Sean and Cassidy both made a bet who would confess first).
Finn loves to show you off, even if you whine at him for it, he can't help it! He just wants to let the world know how deeply in love he is with you.
Speaking of affection.
He doesn't care if you shy away, he just loves the way you get embbarassed easily once he gives you kisses or show any type of love and when Daniel is around catching you two being lovey dovey, he will be dramatic about it.
Finn doesn't mind you being quiet, he actually likes it! That way he can blabber on while you listen to him. It also gives you an advantage to hear his cute accent ;)
Tries so hard to hold back from making out with you-cough! I mean...what?
If anyone makes fun of your quietness, saying mean things or try to be homophobic in any way, Finn will square up and Daniel can use his powers🤷🏻
Will listen to you when you ask for something, he will go on a side quest to do it. No matter how difficult the task is.
You: "Finn? You think you can hand me those-"
Finn: *Pops up in front of you with scissors*
Finn: "Here ya go, Sweetheart."
Sean: "How did you-"
He just loves the quiet types.
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ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝕂𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕔𝕤!
𝑠𝑜 𝑖'𝑚 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐶𝐾 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡... ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 (𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐) 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝑆𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑒?
𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒.
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🍰₊˚.༄ ೃ -- ,,🍥 ·˚ ༘ ꒱🍧 .˚ ᵎ┊͙◟̆◞̆ˏˋ🌳°•*⁀➷ ❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄⋆ ☄︎.·˚ *🔭⌦ ❝
𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 "𝑧𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛" 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.
𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘈, 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 :(, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺/𝘯.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝑦𝑒𝑝, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝒦𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑎𝑣 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠!
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @sireanmagne <3
𝚈/𝙽 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝙷/𝙲 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛
𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛!𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
𓂂 ˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🦷 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ ˖👥 빨 : 🪡 간 . 색✺ · 𓈒 ꕊ🦴. ⁺ ˳ ✢ ̥ৎ୭ ॱ 🌇ꊞ₊ . ྀྀ⠀◌
You had moved to the academy 5 months ago. You was a witch, young but talented.
Your powers are several: Telepathy, regeneration, healing, telekinesis, mind manipulation, environment manipulation and fire manipulation. You were the only witch in the academy capable of fully manipulating an element of nature, fire of course.
In short, you are considerably powerful.
Your main power (the one you use the most) is Telepathy, and the way it works on you is, let's say, "unusual". You can read anyone's mind if you place your palm lightly on their head. You also manages to reassure her by closing your eyes and passing your white magic to her.
On your second day at the academy, you went to a frat party (which you hate) with Madison, where as a result of various events, she overturned a bus. The problem was, your best friend Kyle Spencer was in there. And he ended up dying, even though he didn't do anything.
You then went to the morgue along with Madison, gathered his and other boys' body parts and "resuscitated" him. Well, "resurrected", because Madison gave up halfway through the process, you had to do the rest and Kyle woke up like an angry Frankenstein, who killed one of the guards on the premises.
Your power eventually summoned Misty, who took care of him.
You took him to the academy, Madison stayed for a few days wanting to "share him" with you, but when she got tired of it, she let it go. Since then, you've been taking care of Kyle, literally. You bring him food, help him put his clothes on, give him pictures to color, put him to sleep and much more. Kind of like nobody cares about Kyle, they always put him on the sidelines, except for you and sometimes Zoe.
Fiona found Kyle's supposed mother, and told you to "get rid of the kid quickly". Cordelia advised you to "take him where he shouldn't have left, to his home."
There you were, with no choice, packing the 2 shirts and 2 pants that Kyle had. He looked at you confused, sitting on the edge of your bed.
"C-clothes? W-w-why?" -- Kyle asks you and looks at you innocently, what broke you. -- "You'll know, Ky."
Clothes folded, you and Kyle headed to your car, heading to his mother's house. Glancing to the side, you saw Kyle watching the trees pass outside the window in fascination. "What do I do?" You asked yourself, thinking of the pain of simply leaving Kyle there, as if he were an object you used and no longer want.
It wasn't like that. You didn't want it to be like this.
You was thinking about turning around and staying with him like you promised.
But it was his mother, and you knew better than anyone how bad it was not having your own mother around.
You parked the car, got out and went to the backseat, where Kyle was. When he looked and saw the front of the house, he started to cringe, and the more you tried to get him out of the car, the more he grunted.
"What's wrong, Kyle? It's your house, we need to go. Your mother is desperate." -- It was in vain.
Around 4 or 5 minutes later, you managed to get him out of the vehicle. You took him to the door of the house, but you stayed there, waiting for his mother. The woman's face revealed itself the moment she opened the door. She reached out, trying to hug Kyle, but he was like a small child when he hugged around your waist.
"NO!" Kyle yelled, startling you. Kyle's mother then asked you to give her the boy, and so you tried to. -- "NO!!" Kyle yelled louder, and that was when you realized something wasn't right. -- "Ky, it's your mother. It's okay, I can come visit you." - You said it calmly, but as the words left your lips, he seemed to despair more. -- "S-stay." - Kyle said and you look at him confused. -- "W-w-with -y-you." Kyle was already crying. -- "Kyle, I can't keep you away from your own mother" -- You explained and felt the grip on your waist intensify. -- "Exactly Kyle, listen to what she said. Remember me? I'm your mommy, my good boy." -- My good boy. As soon as Kyle heard those words he seemed to lose his mind. -- "NO! Y-YOU NO! Y/N!" -- He said furiously, hugging you so tight that you thought if he let go you would fall.
You lifted your head and looked him deep in the eyes. -- "Kyle, what happened?" -- He just took your right hand and pressed your palm over his forehead. You understood what he meant. -- "Want me to find out what you're thinking?" - He nodded. Kyle's mom looked at you confused.
You closed your eyes and that's when you saw it. You saw everything Kyle went through.
Flashbacks of his screams, his despair.
You couldn't clearly identify who the woman on top of him was, but then you forced yourself to see.
And it was her. Kyle's own mother.
Tears streamed down yourr eyes as you removed your hand from the boy's face. All your sadness turned to hate in a matter of seconds. Kyle's flashbacks weren't the only ones that came to mind. Yours too. No one ever knew, no one but your mother. When you were 7 you went through the same situation, but with your uncle. "Uncle John" was what you use to call him. That ended your life.
You started to cry, but gathered all your strength and slapped the woman on the left side of the face, who tried to fight back, but before she could, she was thrown into a concrete wall. Your telekinesis was still developing, but it was pretty good.
You would go after her, but you heard Kyle's soft cry. -- "I-I'll s-s-stay with y-you?" -- Kyle asked -- "Yes Ky, you will. I don't care about Fiona, I'll manage." - You gently run your hands over Kyle's face and hug him, letting him wet your shoulder with tears. You two went to your car, got in and looked at each other. -- "It will take a while for Fiona to accept you there. Isn't it better you move in with Misty?" -- He shakes his head frantically. -- "I- d-don't c-care h-how long-it t-takes. A-as long as I-I-I'm-with y-y-you, I-Im s-s-safe." Kyle looked at you. He smiled when he said it, and damn, his smile. You would easily describe him as a helpless little angel. A helpless little angel who needed you, your love, your affection and your protection.
And you would make sure you secure all of that for him.
Without even noticing, small tears ran down your rosy cheeks. You kind of felt "special" to someone for a moment. You could finally help someone, give the love you never received. Grinning tight-lipped, you placed your hand on top of Kyle's, who lowered his head and looked at you again, his eyes twinkling. -- "I think it's a good idea for us to go to Starbucks first, don't you?" Kyle smiles back, you turn to grab the steering wheel and head towards the cafeteria. You picked up the coffee menu and showed it to Kyle, he pointed to the latte topped with whipped cream. It was always his favorite, even before his death. You've chosen a coffee-based Frappuccino, the best in your humble opinion. Leaving the place with 2 cups in your hands, you handed one of them to Kyle, who was waiting for you sitting on one of the wooden benches. Kyle smiled and tried to drink the coffee, knocking it over a little, but the mess was soon cleaned up by you, with the help of a tissue that you took already anticipating a possible accident.
After having your drinks, you decided to go back to the academy.
"Oh my God, if that old bitch finds out he's back, she'll kill you!" -- Madison says ironically and you just roll your eyes and take him to the main room. -- "Hey, he wasn't going to leave?" - Queenie asks confused pointing to Kyle. -- "Yes, but not anymore." - You smile slightly and when you try to continue your way with Kyle, you are stopped by the voices of Cordelia and… Fiona.
"I told you, Fiona" -- Cordelia's tone sounded amused. -- "Jesus Christ, what the hell do I need to do or say to get you to start obeying me?!" -- Fiona throws you across the room and Kyle quickly runs to you. Lucky for you that, after taking the woman's "punishes" so much, it didn't even hurt anymore. -- "Y/n?" - Kyle places his hands on your face, analyzing every detail of you. -- "I'm fine, Ky, it's okay." Fiona rolls her eyes and lights a cigarette. -- "Okay, keep the kid, but take care of him. I'm nobody's babysitter." -- Fiona's voice wasn't so close anymore, it was in the hallway. Kyle looked at you worried, but seemed to calm down when you gave him a reassuring smile, even though you were a little dizzy. -- "Let's go?" -- You ask Kyle who agrees and takes your hand helping you to get up. You two go to the shared room and lie down together. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and clings to your waist. You pull a blanket over you, his favorite. -- "S-song?" Kyle looked at you like a puppy dog and you smiled, knowing he wanted you to sing to him, which definitely calmed him down and put him to sleep. You started petting, lightly messing up the boy's blond hair, who smiled and lowered his eyes. A beautiful melody came out of your lips, in particular, one from one of the Disney movies, entitled "Brilliant Flower Shine". For anyone else, that would be stupid. But for you and him, it was comforting. His thin, relaxing voice sounded, Kyle's heartbeat calmed and the tightness in his chest eased away. Looking closely, you noticed Kyle sleeping. You smiled and hugged him fully, kissing the top of his disheveled blond hair and falling asleep next to him afterwards.
"No one will ever hurt you again, Ky."
That was your promise from that day on. And you wouldn't break it.
✻ ࣪ ◎ ↲🌹 ׄ ⃘◍ ꡵💌↖︎✿︎𝆬왝 ◜ ˚ ˳ْ 🦠 🧪 . ˑִ ֺ 🧸 • 🍯 ✿𝅼 ១♡ ⃞ ׅ ࣪ ꒰ 🥞 ꒱(੭ˊᵕ
!𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒. 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄!
ᕱ⑅ᕱ⠀♬♪♫⠀｡oO (♡)⠀εϊз⠀🝎☹︎ .° Ꮺ⠀⭒ ࿙࿚୨⋆୧࿙࿚ ⭒ ۫۫⠀⋆ ࣪. ୧ ♡ ୨ ִ ۫ ⁎ .v ១♡ ⃞ ׅ ࣪
@sireanmagne, hope you like it! <3
#kyle spencer x reader#kyle spencer imagine#kyle spencer#evan peters#evan peters headcanon#evan peters smut#evan peters ahs#american horror story coven#american horror 1984#american horror story#tate langdon#ahs#tate ahs#kit walker#ahs murder house#ahs fanfic#ahs coven#ahs fandom#ahs freakshow#madison montgomery#zoe benson
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𝘼 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 ! ⬇️
[ °° 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 ! °° ]
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 :: 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎 𝑥 𝑔𝑛!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ✧
𝒄𝒘 :: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 "(𝑚𝑦) 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, (𝑚𝑦) 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, (𝑚𝑦) 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡", 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠 "𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟", 𝑛𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦/𝑛, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟 !!, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 (𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦?) 𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 ✧
𝒂/𝒏 :: 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 :𝐷 ✧
☆ . ♡︎♡︎♡︎ . ☆
"𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, may I ask what you are doing?"
The familiar sound of your lover's voice and the warmth of his arms wrapping around your waist, brought you to tilt your head backwards. In doing so, you held the gaze of 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗔 whom was also your beloved boyfriend.
A smile brightened on your face as your eyes crinkled slightly. "If you must ask, I am trying out a new bakery recipe that Trey gave me!" You said, the smile on your face widening even more at the thought of a new addition to your future bakery shop. "It must certainly turn out wonderful!"
The determination in your voice was more than enough to make Malleus smile as well as he pecked soft kisses to the back of your neck.
"I am sure it will turn out amazing," Malleus stated, voice full of pride and brag. "After all, it was made by my dearest."
The comment brought you a giddy feeling as you kneaded the dough, giggling softly at the continous gentle kisses brought by your beloved.
Pleasant silence grew between the two of you, merely basking in the positivity and comfort that each other's presence give off.
Words were never needed often between the two of you, you only need each other's presence. At least, that's what Malleus thinks.
He thinks you are the whole world and the only one at the same time. He would give you the world in an instant if you'd ask. He'd give you everything, if you gave him your love and your presence.
That is how much 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗔 lov- adores you.
You are his treasure, his dearest, his love.
You are his heart, his weakness.
- 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍0𝚟𝚎 . . . 📖🕊️
#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#gn reader#one shot#fluff#malleus draconia brainrot#malleus draconia x reader
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ɞ - 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 "𝑔𝚑𝑜𝑠𝑡" 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑓!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒-𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡! ⸝* 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 :( 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 2 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡!! 𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑦 4 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 ≽^•⩊•^≼
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑝- 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝚑𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑡 𝑖𝑡.. 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙!! ꕥ
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 (𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝚑𝑖𝑐), 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛, 𝑜𝑜𝑐 𝑔𝚑𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑐 𝑑𝑢𝚑, 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒-𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑠𝚑, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 (𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦!!!) 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓!
𝑤𝑐: 𝟻,𝟼𝟶𝟼
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“GET OUT OF THERE, NOW!” the words rang through your earpiece, making your body freeze on the spot. although, it didn’t take another second for your brain to act on the call.
“THE BUILDING WILL GO UP IN FLAMES IN A HANDFUL OF MINUTES, EVACUATE, NOW!” this time it was your lieutenant’s voice that sounded through your ears. the same lieutenant who was praying on your downfall, almost all the time.
you didn’t know why he hated you so much. at first you assumed it was because you’re a woman, that was the most logical answer. then you thought it might be because of your call sign. maybe he thought someone by the nickname of ‘angel’ wasn’t suited up for the military.
but you didn’t have time to think about that. the only thought running through your head was to escape. to get out of the building as quickly as possible.
your footsteps echoed off the wooden stairs as you let your rifle swing back against your chest. you prayed the remaining enemies would have already fled the building, working on the assumption that they had been the ones to set this trap up. you just hoped the rest of your team made it out okay.
the building was so large you had no idea what door you exited out of. you didn’t see another soul on your flee from the structure and you didn’t see anyone outside either. with your hands on your knees, you took a second to gain your breath back.
“hello? can anyone hear.. we’re having trouble with the connection.. hello?” you heard another voice crackle through the radio. raising to your full height, your eyebrows furrowed.
“i can hear you.. i got out. where are you?” you asked, pressing down the black button pinned to your vest.
“angel?” you hear the voice of your lieutenant. his tone almost sounded like a scoff.
“yes, sir?” there’s no reply. so you continued to walk away from the building, hoping to run into someone familiar.
the gravel crunches under your boots as you round a corner, finally spotting the man you dread. you pick up the pace, coming to a stop behind your lieutenant. a debate breaks out in your mind, should you alert him of your presence or just go and abide with the rest of your team?
BOOM!
the loud noise felt like it rumbled the earth, your hands instantly flying up to cover your ears as you cowered away. the building that you were once inside was now dancing with flames. the orange embers lighting up the sky.
you took a step back, knocking into something hard. it was price, and you almost sighed in relief. but his face suddenly contorted into a fearful look.
“where’s soap?” he asked, before you could even get a word out.
the world went silent for a second, the roaring of flames no longer present in your ears. he had gotten out? right? you turned your body back to the building, the fire daring to hypnotise you.
your eyes took one last scan of the landscape. no soap. fuck. you didn’t even give it a second thought. sprinting towards the first door in your eye-line. but you were pulled back. a strong grip on your vest stopped you in your tracks.
“let me go!” you shouted, struggling against their grip.
a voice sounded dangerously close to your ear. “you go into that building, and i won’t hesitate to kick you off my team.”
you knew exactly who it was, and your fight subsided for a second. the options were laid right out in front of you. but you didn’t care. ghost had wanted you off this team for as long as you could remember, best to give him his wish now.
the clip on your vest suddenly became loose by your own hands. you were now free, running off to the building while your lieutenant stood dumbfounded with a single vest dangling from his fingers. you didn’t know that though, you didn’t look back without a thought.
immediately, the smoke consumed you, the flames hot on your skin. you paused for half a second, only to grab your gas mask out of the belt strapped to your waist. the loops you tied around your head were careless, the only thought on your mind was getting to soap. you needed to save him.
but you were stumped, how were you supposed to find him in this giant building? your moment of weakness didn’t help you at all. a loud bang echoed off the decaying walls. at first, you thought the building might of been collapsing, but a wild pain in your arm defined the problem.
someone had shot at you.
the moment of weakness caused you to look around, subconsciously feeling for your gun. then you remembered you’d discarded it when you left ghost with your vest. oh no..
you pushed the stinging in your arm to one side. it was surely just a graze. now wasn't the time to think, but before you could get back on track, another familiar sound bounced around your ears. somebody else had a gun.
your eyes automatically swept to the location of the noise, it was just muscle memory, but you were so glad they did. the flames from the fire made it hard to make out shapes, but you could clearly see an arm franticly waving at you. without a thought, your body carried you to the figure, the pain in your limbs overpowered by adrenaline.
you fell on your knees in front of this body, narrowing your eyes to try and read the patch sewn onto their vest.
MACTAVISH, it read.
you breathed out a sigh of relief, looking into his eyes. you couldn't speak with the mask on, though you highly doubted he would have been able to hear you over the roaring of the blaze. he gave a sad smile, shaking his head. you knew exactly what he meant, so you shook yours back. you were going to get him out of there.
the extent of his injuries were unknown, his blood mixing with the red from the flames. it must be serious if he thinks he’s not making it out.
like a second nature, your eyes scanned the space to find an exit, finally deciding you would have to go out the one you came in. turning back to him, you gestured for his mask. he shook his head again, his movements weak and sluggish. you knew you didn’t have much time.
shaky hands tried to unbuckle his vest, but with your gloves on, you couldn’t get a grip on it. so you took them off. the heat seeping into your skin. with clenched teeth, you managed to rid of his vest. it would help you in the long run, the amount of equipment would weigh you down. carrying him would already be a challenge.
his position was awkward, and although he wasn’t yet a dead weight, he sure would be soon. with your hands under his arms, you managed to spin him around to face the exit. your plan of action was to drag him whilst walking backwards. it was the first solution your brain could scramble.
the buckles you tightened on his mask were no much better than yours, it was only temporary, just until you could heave him out - which you hoped would be soon. you took the deepest breath you could, standing up to your own height.
there was absolutely no time to waste. your hands slipped back under his arm pits and you began to ascend back to where you came from. pulling him along was hard, he was already a big man and the pains in your limbs didn’t help, but you trained for this, you could do it.
your feet only made it halfway before he lost consciousness, turning a dead weight in your arms. you swore to yourself, letting him rest on the ground for just a moment while you tried to regain your strength. but something else had gone wrong.
just a second ago you assumed the movement out the corner of your eye were the embers dancing around. but the white, hot pain in your side proved you wrong. your body fell to the ground with a shriek of pain, landing on top of a deceased man.
someone had shot another gun, this time their attempts worked, the blood rushing in your ears had muffled the noise. they had got you.
to your advantage, you knew where the gun wielding enemy was, but you had no defence. your eyes flicked back to the soldier you had fallen on. DUNNEL, the velcro read. your heart ached for a moment, you knew this guy, you trained with him, but it still felt invasive to search his body for a weapon, but what else could you do?
the speed in which your hands were roaming made your movements clumsy, unable to find an object for defence. great, now you were stuck in a burning building with an active enemy, an unconscious teammate - and you were probably going to bleed out and die.
another deafening bang filled your ears and your head snapped back to the shooter, but you couldn't see him anymore. it hadn't been another gunshot- the building was collapsing right in front of your eyes.
“shit!” you screamed to nobody in particular. you were fucked. the pain began to rise as you stumbled back onto your feet. nothing was going into your lungs anymore, so you took off the mask. your brain wasn’t working properly at this point.
adrenaline was the only thing fuelling you as your hands went back under soap’s arms and dragged his dead weight out of the building. you weren't even sure how you did it, but at the first flash of the doorway you came in from, you began screaming for help.
“m-medic!” your words were ashy “i need h-help! medic!” you screamed it like a chant before your body finally gave out and dropped soap’s limp figure on the gravel. a hoard of people came rushing towards him, forcing you to take a step back. your wide eyes were trying to focus on the scene in front of you, but your efforts weren't paying off.
your body curled over, dry gags left your mouth as you tried to get rid of the soot now settled in your lungs, until a glove clad hand settled on your shoulder. suddenly, you were face to face with a ghost. it almost felt right, until you realised it was the ghost you hated the most.
he was shouting at you.. at least you think he was. the ringing in your ears obscured your hearing, the only telltale sign was the anger that flashed in his eyes. “g-ghost..” you said, weakly. it felt like you were underwater, and it certainly felt like you were sinking as his iron grip released. you waited for the pain to wash over you, but it never did. you only felt better.. you felt calm, like you were floating as you drifted off into the welcoming warmth behind your eyelids.
ghost was getting frustrated. he hadn’t seen of you in three days, and his efforts to contact you always seemed to fall short. by his fourth pound on the door, he decided enough was enough. it took no sweat for him to pick the lock to your room. was it a disrespect of privacy? yeah. did he care? absolutely not. he needed a word with you about your little ‘stunt’ the other day.
his harsh words were lulled over, he regretted what he said to you after you’d dragged his teammate from the fire, but in a split of rage, he couldn’t help but threaten your position and ability as a soldier.
the four walls of your room only laughed at him. it was exactly how you’d left it. it was like you never even came back. his eyebrows drew together. where were you?
booted footsteps stormed down to price’s office. ghost didn’t even bother knocking on the door. he didn’t even give price a chance to look up from his papers before he began accusations.
“where is she?” ghost asked, his eyes glistening with frustration.
just then was it price looked up, pausing the flowing of ink onto paper. “who?” he asked, confused.
ghost only scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “you know who”
“laswell left hours ago, i thought she said goodbye to you?” the captain dropped his pen, interested in the woman ghost seemed to be looking for.
“not fuckin’ laswell, price..” he hesitated “where’s.. angel?”
price’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “you.. you don’t know?”
“know what..?”
“god.. she’s been in the infirmary for days, mate!” his tone was almost comical.
“no-“ ghost shot back, almost instantly. “soap was in the infirmary, i went to see him earlier and she definitely was not in there” soap had woken up that morning, ghost never saw or heard anything about you when he went to greet the scot.
“soap woke up simon, her injuries are worse..” price looked up from his work. “why don’t you go and see her”.
ghost rolled his eyes and scoffed, acting like price had told him to drink a jug of poison, mumbling incoherent words as he retreated from the office. once the door had slammed back into position, he stopped. the memories came rushing back. the way your body almost felt too light as he’d let you go, the way your eyes never focused on him and your brain sure as hell wasn’t processing his words.
he never did check on you.
his legs carried him down the hall before his mind could even catch up. the door to the infirmary seeped into his eye-line, his heavy hands pushing it open carelessly. the sweet nurse in the corner was the first that saw his menacing figure stood in the doorway.
“can i help?” she asked, timidly, looking up at the giant in front of her.
ghost crossed his arms over his chest and adjusted his stance. “i’m looking for angel” his tone was emotionless.
“alright” the nurse squeaked out, grabbing a clipboard from the desk. “follow me”
he followed her down a hallway and stopped behind her when she gestured to a door.
“in here” she muttered as they entered the room.
with wide eyes, he took in your form on the hospital bed. numerous wires surrounded your body and the steady beeping of machines slowed his own heart. you looked so.. still, too still for his liking. he was used to seeing you bounce around the base, but your fragile body in a hospital bed made a lump rise in his throat.
the nurse stood awkwardly, watching him stare at you in silence. she took one look at her clipboard and turned in his direction. clearing her throat, she spoke into the emptiness of the room.
“er.. she has minor burns on her face and her neck.. as you can see” she gestured to your body. “her hands have contracted second degree burns, but we are expecting them to heal quickly. she’s got smoke inhalation on her lungs from the uh.. fire, but with some rest, the symptoms should subside. a bullet has grazed her left arm, we patched that up for her and…she has
suffered a bullet wound on the left side of her waist”
the last sentence made ghost internally wince. the nurse must of noticed his discomfort, so she tried to provide some light. “no internal organs were damaged, luckily. when she wakes up, the doctor will.. let her - and you- know her recovery plans”
“when will she be waking up?” he asked, not being able to peel his eyes away from you.
“erm.. we’re not sure.. i can let you know when she wakes, if that’s what you want?”
“sure” he said without really acknowledging her words. almost like he was trying to quietly dismiss her so he could be alone with you.
“i.. i’ll leave you two alone then” her face held a small smile as she hurried out the door. not like he was looking anyway.
with eyes locked onto your figure, he made his way over to a small chair by your bed. his brain properly took in your injured body. the burns on your skin, the bandages around your limbs. you really had put your life on the line for one of your team mates and he almost smiled at the thought.. until he began to re-picture the events.
“you go into that building and i won’t hesitate to kick you off my team.”
his tone was engraved into his throat. he was trying to protect you, the thought that if you went into the burning building then he could have lost two team mates. he never really meant it, but the way you faltered for a second before bolting away from him made him realise - you already made your choice.
“are you fuckin’.. are you mental? bloody hell woman - fuckin, stupid!.. what were you thinking?”
the way he screamed those words at you may never float away from him, the regret deep in his body. he remembers the glazed look in your eyes- the eyes that never met his. you must of been out of it at that point, he was hopeful you didn’t remember.
but he couldn't sit there and stare at you any longer. even if he wished to be the first person you’d see when you wake up, he was almost certain you wouldn't think the same. so, he got up and left, walking back out to the sterile smell of the hallway. his legs never took him anywhere though. he was just stood, guarding your door.
until he spotted a familiar room number- soaps room.
the scot jumped when a tall man in a mask burst through the door of his hospital room.
“bloody hell! can you knock next time?” he tutted, turning back to lacing up his shoes.
“why didn’t you tell me?” ghost asked.
soap stopped his movements again. “tell you what…?”
ghost threw his arms up in the air “what the fuck! does everyone keep secrets in here or something, nobody bloody told me that angel was near fuckin’ death in a fuckin’ hospital bed!” his voice erupted in the air.
soap paused his movements, looking back at ghost with a straight expression. he mulled over his words “i-.. wasn’t it.. obvious?” he questioned.
ghost’s eyes bored into his. he didn’t say anything, but he took in the reality of the words. yes, it was obvious. but he was too caught up in his head to swallow his pride, so in that moment he shouted harsh words at you and left you there- on the ground, death almost caging you in.
soap noticed his silence, making a mental note of it- now probably wasn’t the time for questions. instead, he stood up and walked over to the other man. “she saved my life, lt.. just..don’t take it out on her”
he then exited the room with his belongings in hand, leaving ghost to - once again- stand lonely in the middle of the room.
a persistent bright light poured through your eyelids despite them being shut. no sensations, no feelings, no pain - maybe this was heaven. but you just couldn't open your eyes to see. no matter how hard you tried to strain them apart- they wouldn't budge. it felt like you had swallowed a desert, sand clogging your airways. suddenly, a high pitched beep rang through your ears. it was a steady noise, almost like a heart beat.
but then, you suddenly heard a voice. or- voices, multiple people were talking. you still couldn't open your eyes- remaining clueless to your surroundings, before you finally felt a familiar sensation. fabric. a mattress under your still body. this wasn’t heaven - this was a hospital room.
the voices grew closer, the words almost making sense in your brain. “eyes- open” were the only english words you were able to decipher. you almost wanted to scream, you’d been trying to open your eyes already and you’d grown frustrated by your little efforts. you persevered though, finally getting your eyes to snap open into the world.
immediately, you regretted it. the burning ceiling lights gave you a rapid headache as soon as your irises were exposed. like muscle memory, you lifted a hand up to shield your eyes, but the pain that shot up your arm made you jump. this must of got the attention of the other people in the room - the nurses- who quickly manoeuvred towards you, slipping on their gloves.
“it's alright honey, just rest” one of them said.
“s-“ you tried to speak, but to no avail, motioning to the cup of water next to you instead, your eyes not missing the ‘get well soon’ card that sat at the bedside table. the nurse handed you the glass, guiding it to your mouth and helping you take small sips as she tilted your body upwards.
you were now sitting up, the position wasn’t the most comfortable, but how comfy could you be on a hospital bed?
“how are you feeling?” another woman in scrubs asked, clipping a board to the end of the safety barrier.
“uh..” it was all you could say. you remembered what happened. what ghost had said, how he left you on the ground to suffer after you put your life at risk to rescue his team mate. however, you couldn't feel any pain- you didn’t know the extent of your injuries.
“what happened?” you asked, voice weak.
someone in the room sighed before speaking up. “you were involved in a-”
“i know what happened” the room went silent. “sorry..i.. am i hurt?”
the nurse in the corner stood up, explaining your injuries to you before she practically had a ‘lightbulb moment’ running out of the room and sprinting down the hall.
your mild lulled over it for a moment. “will i be alright?”
the woman closest to you reassured you. “of course honey, you're here now.. right?’
a tiny smile grew on your face, your eyes coming down to inspect your hands. they weren’t too bad, the nurse said they’d heal anyway- you’d just have to be careful with the gunshot wound you’d been told about.
but the door snapping open directed away your attention. ghost stood in the doorway, his eyes - ever so slightly wider - meeting yours. he watched your expression drop, and so did his heart. the tension grew in the room, it didn’t take a genius to work that out with the staring contest you and him were having across the small space.
“i’ll give you guys some space” the nurse said, the rest of the people in the room filling out too.
you didn’t have time to protest as ghost stepped forward, filling the room with his presence. you didn’t utter a word, neither did he - both as stubborn as each other. it was a contest, who would break first?
it was him.“look-” he began.
“no” you cut him off, quickly. “just- give me the papers or whatever and ill be off your team as soon as”
“no, i don’t want that, angel” his tone was calm, crossing his arms over his chest.
“really? well it sure seemed like you did”
he sighed. “you put your life in danger, i understand the reasoning- but, it was not a smart idea-“
“exactly!” you cut him off again. “it wasn't a smart idea, it was reckless.. so.. just, kick me from the team” your body slumped back against the bed. you’d made the decision to run into that building with the threat of your placement being let go. “besides, I'm sure you would of missed soap more than me” it was quiet, almost like a whisper, but of course- ghost picked it up.
his eyes suddenly turned cold. “angel, that’s not true and you know that”
“i don't care, ghost! just.. get out!” you tried to keep your tone calm, the lump rising in your throat.
he tried to point an accusing finger at you. “you do not get to-“
“get out!” the scream that came from your throat was weak, but it made ghost’s guard drop ever so slightly.
he didn’t say another word, sharply turning on his heels and stomping away from the infirmary.
three weeks later, you were lying on your mattress ready for another restless sleep. they’d given you the free to go about a week ago, telling you to keep off the training and to take it easy. you’d internally laughed at that. easier said than done.
ghost had been avoiding you- you were sure of it. almost every person on the base had either visited you or checked up on you, but not him. he’d been avoiding you like the plague. it was obvious. you’d see him out the corner of your eye and then he would be gone. he disappeared like a ghost.
you sighed, pulling the bed sheets up over your body. surprisingly, sleep washed over you with ease that night. your mind finally stopped racing, and your body finally relaxed. so you thought.
a loud crash ricocheted off the walls. the walls that were now quickly turning to ash. you looked around in a panic, spotting the familiar litter of dead bodies. the sense of deja vu immediately appearing at the front of your brain. you’d definitely been in this situation before.
but it felt different, it felt busy. it was like you were in a crowd of people- but no one was around you. your head was on a swivel trying to find an exit, the daylight was seemingly nowhere to be found.
the flames crackled and your voice echoed off the deteriorating walls as you tried to scream for help. but it was no use, nobody was going to save you. your arms wrapped around your body, searching for comfort. you might as well just curl up in a ball and accept your fate.
suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. your body spun as fast as light, your eyes coming into view of a black glove with a familiar skull print. ghost?
your thoughts were correct as you craned your neck to look up at this person, locking eyes on his skull mask. you immediately tried to back away from him, his gaze looking sinister.
“ghost!” you tried to scream, but the words died out in your throat when you watched him reach for the pocket he always kept his knife in. you shook your head franticly, trying to get your feet in line so you could sprint for your life. but you couldn't move, the soles of your shoes stuck to the ground with super glue.
the knife shone in the red and orange flames. the shine teasing you of your unfortunate ending.
“you are a worthless little girl” he started, the tears already falling from your eyes. “you were never worthy of being on my team, never worthy of being a soldier- just a useless, little, girl” his harsh words stung your heart, it felt like he’d already stabbed the knife right through you.
it spun in his hands, the cool steel of the object inching towards your throat as he circled your body.
“this is what you deserve” he shouted down your ear so loud it made your whole body lurch in fright, snapping your eyes closed as a reflex.
but nothing happened, everything stopped. the roaring of the flames were no longer present. the icy touch of his knife was no longer felt against your neck. you reluctantly opened your eyes, finding the comfort of your own room. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your heart beating at an alarming rate.
although you weren't in danger anymore, you still felt the urge to flee- so you did. jumping out of bed at lightning speed, slipping on your shoes and grabbing the nearest jacket you could find - you were out the door in seconds.
you let your feet guide you down the hall, climbing up the familiar staircase that led to the roof. the door protested when you pushed it open, the noise alerting the presence of the other person up there. despite your efforts to make sure the door shut quietly, the yell that came out your mouth when you turned around sure as hell woke up the entire base.
on top of a wooden bench, almost glistening in the moonlight- sat ghost. he didn’t make a move to run away from you, so you didn’t make a move to run away from him either. your feet moved carefully across the roof, coming to a stop beside him. you debated it for a second, before finally deciding to sit down next to him.
you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking out into the night. “i haven’t seen you in a while”
he was silent. for a moment you thought he was asleep, before his body turned to face you. he didn’t miss the way you tried to sink back into yourself at his movement.
“what are you doing here so late, angel?” he asked, turning his head back to look at the horizon.
“I..uh” you remembered the nightmare you just had, the words he spoke to you, the way he was just about to stab you. it almost made you want to flee, trying to reassure yourself that it wasn’t real- it was just a dream.
“do you think I'm worthless” your question made him snap his head around so quickly that you thought he might've broken his neck.
“excuse me?” he asked, slightly shocked at the question. his mind racing a million miles trying to think of where you could have possibly gotten that idea from.
that made you turn away in shame, cursing yourself for asking such a question. “sorry” you internally cringed.
he just sighed, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, retrieving one from the box and sparking its end. with the other hand, he lifted the bottom of his mask up. you’d seen his face before, but he looked perfectly sculpted in the moonlight. he took a drag before holding it out to you.
you glanced from the cigarette back up to his eyes, he gave a silent nod in reassurance, your hand reaching down to grab it from him. but as you were bringing it up to your lips, he spoke again.
“i don’t think you’re worthless” his tone was believable, you couldn't tell if his words helped your shoulders to relax, or if it was just the nicotine swimming into your lungs. you stayed silent though, preferring to sit with a quick nod of your head. “i think you’re.. strong, courageous, honestly kid… your one of the best soldiers going”
you chuckled, handing the cigarette back to him. “really?”
“yeah, pet.. really”
it was hard to miss the spark of electricity that jolted through your body when your fingers grazed his, your cheeks suddenly began to blush. he just stared at you, the cigarette limp between his fingers. the eye contact was intense, the tension rising.
you subconsciously moved closer to him, his eyes flickering down to your lips. you were so close you could feel his hot breath fan your skin, your noses almost touching. it was him that made the first move, closing the gap between you and placing his lips on yours.
the kiss was heavenly, your lips moving in sync with his. you moved closer towards him, swinging a leg into his lap. he grabbed onto your hips, grinding you down ever so slightly as the kiss turned more passionate. you moaned into his mouth, making him squeeze your hips even harder.
but, you pulled away, placing your hands on the side of his face, bodies slotted together as you both sat there, panting.
“ghost..” you murmured.
“you know what else i think about you?” he whispered into the night.
“what?” you asked, resting your forehead against his.
“i think your pretty fuckin’ sexy” he said, indulging your lips into another steamy kiss.
“i need you..” you whined into his mouth a couple of seconds later. he froze his movements, pulling away. your mind raced with the thoughts that you’d fucked it all up.
“are you..sure?” he asked, wearily.
“please..” it was a pathetic whine, but it soon turned into a squeak as he hurled your whole body up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and began the walk to your bedroom. you giggled into his shirt, forcing him to shush you in fear you could be caught wrapped around your lieutenant at an ungodly hour in the morning.
he opened the door with ease- thanks to you not locking it before you left. his feet took two long strides over to your bed, throwing you down on the mess of blankets and duvets. his figure was hovering over you in an instant, your lips connecting again. he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the two muscles fighting each other for dominance as his hands began to wander down your body.
but when he reached the waistband of your trousers, he stopped. “are you sure you want this?” he asked, looking into your eyes for any uncertainty.
you didn’t give it a second thought. “I'm sure”… the best decision you ever made.
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Hobie x anorexic!reader
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠； 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡，𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟， 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓，𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟，ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑠！，ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡♥︎
𝐼𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑚𝑘！
“Fuck- ya needa eat, dove.” He mumbles, staring at you as you’re sat at the island in your kitchen, a plate of food in front of you that Hobie had just made. “It’s hard..” You mumble; even looking at the food makes you nauseous. Your eyes slowly glanced into his, scared of the disappointment that might’ve been shown in his eyes. He nodded and grabbed the plate from you, setting it in the fridge. He sighs softly as he leans forwards, resting on his forearms and elbows on the island. “Dovey- wha’ can i do to ‘elp ya?” He asks softly, tilting his head a bit. You sniffled, glancing down at the small indents on your wrists from so many years ago. You shrugged. “Don’t know..” you mumble once again, sniffling. He comes over to your side of the kitchen island, pulling you into a tight hug. “Are you mad?” You whisper, crying softly into his shoulder. “Of course no’ lovie..” he mumbles, his lanky arms wrapped around your waist. “Luv ya baby. Could neva be mad at ya..how bou’ we go n cuddle babe?”
i have been through this before, but im gonna go to bed now lovies, goodnight<3
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