Ghost x gn reader
Here, have some platonic fluff. I just had the worst milkshake and I can still taste it- to be fair, I was warned
It all started with a craving. The desire, no, need for a milkshake was getting to you, but you didn't have any regular ice cream.
Ghost stood behind you in the kitchen as you checked the freezer, again.
"I wonder if a banana mint chocolate chip milkshake would be any good?" you wonder out loud.
"Sounds horrible. Wouldn't recommend it, love. I'll get some vanilla ice cream tomorrow and we can make a milkshake then," he says, leans against the counter.
You glare playfully at him in response, not willing to back down just yet. "C'mon, don't knock it 'till you try it! You're such a hater," you huff.
Too tired to argue, Ghost rolls his eyes at you. "Alright, you win. We'll make the bloody milkshake." He sighs in defeat.
Gleefully, you grab the pint of mint chocolate ice cream, milk, and bananas. In hindsight, it was a horrible combination.
With the monstrosity successfully created, you pour a glass for yourself. You glance at Ghost, who is giving you some serious side eye right now.
"Want some?" You offer.
"I'd rather not," he says bluntly. That doesn't stop him from grabbing a mug and pouring himself just a little bit of it.
He raises the bottom half of his mask to take a sip. He immediately regrets the decision, a small grimace flashing across his face.
You take a sip as well.
It's bad. Worse than you thought. It smells strange and tastes worse- not that you'd ever admit it to Ghost.
"It's not that bad." You sigh, glancing at Ghost's reaction. "Like I said, you're just a hater!"
He raises an eyebrow at you. "It's all yours, love. I'm not gonna fight you for it." He lifts his hands in mock surrender.
Later, you're both sitting on the couch. You convinced him to watch the barbie moving with you, not that he was particularly paying attention to it.
You sigh, and he looks over at you.
"Somethin' the matter?" He grunts.
"It's the fucking milkshake! I can still taste it! It was awful, why did you let me drink that?" you rant at him, feigning annoyance.
He crosses his arms at you and gives you an 'I told you so' look.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he chuckles.
The next day, you're much happier after having a normal milkshake with vanilla ice cream.
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?
𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟳𝟮𝟯
𝐀/𝐍: 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗿𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹, 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐
"Dare you to step foot on my land after all these years," you declared, the crunch of snow beneath your boots accompanying your words. The bitter winter wind carried the scent of pine, and the distant roar of waterfalls mingled with the haunting chirps of hidden birds.
Without turning, you sensed the approach of a familiar silhouette. The gentle tinkling of jewels in your hair echoed as you sighed, your head tilting low, eyes closed. "I've been well, princess. Thank you for showing concern," they uttered, each step bringing them closer.
The air buzzed with unsaid words as the shadow finally stood beside you. The moonlight painted both your figures against the snowy landscape. You unfurled your eyes, meeting their gaze. "Must you look that intensely?" you hissed, turning slightly to hide the subtle redness of your cheeks, your stoic facade faltering.
The samurai hummed, raising a hand to take your chin gently, guiding your gaze to their recognizable tinted glasses. "If it means getting to see you like this, then I simply must," they said, calloused fingers caressing your face. The rough texture of their hand against your smooth skin made you shiver involuntarily.
With hesitation, you lifted your hand, fingers gliding along their arm, recalling memories of the past. "This should not—," you started, but with firmness, you stopped, eyes glossing in the moonlight. Clearing your throat, you continued in a soft tone, "It's been long. It's not right. Do not say you need me when you leave and leave again."
Memories, once buried, resurfaced, furrowing your brows. Taking a step closer, your painted lips pursed in thought. "You show up unannounced after leaving me to pursue revenge, and now you—"
"It was a vow that I have dedicated my life for—"
"Much so that you leave without a word to me?"
"You, of everyone, should know that revenge does not hesitate," the samurai fumed, voice firm, husky, and deep, sending shivers down your spine. With a heavy sigh, they took off their glasses, placing them on your nose with a glance to your lips.
"After killing those who have wronged me, I vowed anew," they said, their long, slender fingers intertwining with yours. Wiping away a tear that fell from your eyes, their touch swelled your heart. Tears streamed down your face as they spoke, "I promised to look for you the moment I stepped foot into Japan. Every mountain, every ocean, village by village, I took every chance to see you again."
The weight of their promise lifted a burden from your heart, and you wept. "Hey," they whispered, tenderly tilting your head to look at them. Leaning down, they placed gentle kisses along the tear stains on your cheek, then against your damp neck. You sighed, a small grin playing on their lips.
"Tell me," they said, brushing their nose against your jaw, "how does the princess want to finish this?" You tilted your head back against the tree, dazed, and replied, "In any way. Whatever you want." Gripping the fabric of their cloak, your body pressed against theirs.
Mizu hummed, leaning in once more, whispering, "That's not an answer. What do you want?" She grabbed your waist, hoisting you up and pinning you against the tree. Your legs tangled behind her to keep you upright.
Burying their face between your neck and shoulder, they licked on the exposed part of your chest, and you shuddered, soft whimpers escaping your lips. "How I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist," they said crassly.
You squirmed in their hold, softly moaning, embarrassed at how easily you reacted. Your entire body was hot, and your face was on fire. They held you in place, their long, rough fingers gripping the supple skin of your thighs to keep you still and upright.
Her lips were soft, and you practically melted into her. She hummed, their blue eyes looking at the purple marks and the soft bite marks all over your neck. Slightly spreading your legs, they rolled their hips against yours.
"Staying quiet was never your strong suit, wasn't it?" she teased.
"Y-yes," you moaned, fingers tangling in her dark hair. You weren't going to argue with this opportunity. Connecting lips once more, her tongue forced its way into your mouth, and you surrendered to the passion of the moment.
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