Call of oneshots

Farah x Male! Reader

Ik theres some dudes out there somewhere, and i wanna do a male reader for my guys 🤲

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Kisses for every wound
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Quietly walking outside, Twirling his butterfly knife around his fingers. Content with every snap, he twirled it closed.

"Y/N!" She happily chirped to the Male sitting outside on a bench near the shooting range. The shooting range was closed off because someone decided theyd have fun and shoot their comrade.

"Holy smokes, Farah why are you covered in blood?" Y/N asked, pulling her close to examine her flesh wounds.

They went deeper than flesh.

"I was the one who got shot at the shooting range, dont worry about it, it wont hinder me." She smiled back at the male warmly, ruffling his free hair.

"..farah," he muttered as she was about to leave. She hummed in response, looking back at her hand in which was caught bt his.

"Stay." He spoke smoothly, without hesitation to pull her in close. He was of course, a blushing mess. He had never been so affectionate to somebody.

He lifted her bandaged hand like a gentleman, kissing it softly before trailing up to her arms, kissing all of her wounds softly. Her face was bruised, just enough to be noticed.

"What, are you gonna kiss them too?" She softly replied, laughing.

God her laugh felt like an angels.

"You bet i am." Y/N littered her face with kisses, holding her securely in his arms. She let out faint giggles, holding him in her arms aswell.

Just as he stopped at her lips, they heard a faint cough from the doorway leading out.

"Am i interrupting something?" A familiar voice spoke. They looked up to reveal a man with a beard, mustache and a cigar intertwined in his fingers.

Farah blushed embarrassingly. Eventually after the weird tension between the three, Price, Y/N and Farah laughed about it in the end.

The day was growing short, so they walked inside. Price had gone off with charly, listening to her bizarre adventure in picadilly respawn moshpit.

"Can i walk you to your quarters?" Y/N smiled cheekily.

"Yes, yes you can." Farah pinched his cheek with a smile. They walked hand in hand to her quarters.

Y/N bid her adieu, watching her stand in her doorway before she yanked him back by his hand.

"This is for today." She smirked, kissing him on the lips passionately. His hands traveled to her face, locking them there.

After the kiss she had pulled away, waving him off as he ran back. She locked her door, content with the day.

Y/N has his gloved hand cover his nose from an absolute heck of a nosebleed. He ran passed price and charly who yanked him again.

"Oi mate, hows the girl? Dyou land her?" Charly laughed, rubbing her hands together before pushing them into her pockets.

"You bet i did!" Y/N waved happily.

"What were you two doing at that bench earlier? I swear you were down her fucken throat!" Price mumbled.

"I was kissing all her wounds."