Gregory Orr, from The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write; Poems; "Lines Standing In For Religious Conviction,"
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Gregory Orr, from The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write; Poems; "Lines Standing In For Religious Conviction,"
This is just random ramblings cause I'm in my lovestruck hurt/comfort era, so please feel free to ignore buttt...
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Farmer!reader who slices their hand open by accident while out in the barn, que you stumbling back in the house with your palm gushing blood, hair stuck to your face from sweat and youre vision is going dim around the edges. The boys are immediately in protective mode orders being shouted by Price, Ghost ushering you to sit while they gather sutures, scissors, bandages, and disinfectant cream.
They handle you with such care, shushing and pressing small kisses to your forehead and cheek. You're gripping Soaps hand, knuckles white as you try not to cry out but it hurts so fucking bad and you sob everytime they pull the needle through.
When it's all said and done, Price coos at you gently, helping you dress into one of your nightgowns that Gaz had gone and grabbed for you. They take you to your bedroom, laying you out on the numerous pillows and blankets, and then they take a better part of 2 hours eating you out.
Leaving you twitching and kicking ur socked feet cutely in the air, eyes rolled back, your hips making cute wiggle motions and your one good hand knuckles deep in Ghosts hair, verging on your 3rd orgasm of the night. Soap holds your wrist to your bad hand, pressing sweet kisses to your bandages, cooing at you for being so good.
But you deserve it, you're so sweet, so brave, and you were such a good little bunny while they cleaned your wound.
Now, lay back and let them heal you through the power of orgasms lmao.
- Kiwi anon 🥝
hi yeah i need to be hospitalised
this is fucking delicious and thank you so much for this because i could make a whole smut hurt/comfort chapter around this if that’s okay because fuckin FUCK
@handle-all-of-this-aesthetic drew this AMAZING fanart of my silly little human RadioHusk au “Like Ships In the Night”, and I AM SCREAMING RN!
Thank you SO MUCH Han! And thank you for letting me include these in the story post, too!! 😭🙌💖✨💕
anok yai for the met gala 2023
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