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Meeting With the Enemy Kisame X ReaderMeeting With the Enemy Kisame X Reader by VampireGodesNyx
“Why is it raining? It was supposed to be perfect and sunny all week long.” Trying your best to keep as dry as possible, you sheltered yourself with nothing more than a large leaf. Enormous, yet somehow invisible puddles filled your path, drenching you as you ran through them. “Why, why rain?” When you finally made it home, you opened your door only to find all the power had gone out. “Well, I guess things could be worse, at least I have some candles.” As you walked through your home, you began removing your wet clothes, leaving a trail of them throughout your house. You took a lukewarm shower to remove the fallen leaves and mud from your body and stepped into your bedroom. Something didn't feel right. You tried to chalk this feeling up to the storm, but still found yourself rushing to dress. The strange feeling intensified to one of terror as you opened the small junk drawer where you kept your candles. “They're gone. I know I haven't u
Finally Home Kisame X ReaderFinally Home Kisame X Reader by VampireGodesNyx
With a stomach full of butterflies, and your heart fluttering like their wings, you eagerly looked out of your window for the dozenth time this hour. The moon was full, the skies were clear, and you had everything you needed packed and ready to go. It had been a full month since Kisame promised to kidnap you, and you could hardly wait for him to get here. “I have to do something to keep myself busy. I'm driving myself crazy.” You lay face down on the couch and buried your face into the cushions.
“What are you doing napping at a time like this?” Kisame's raspy voice came from directly above you, followed by his large hands wrapping around your waist to lift you into his arms. “We really should hurry, you can sleep later.”
You hugged him with all of your might before allowing him to put you down.“I missed you. Why didn't you come back? I thought maybe you forgot about me.”
Kisame laughed in his usual strange, maniacal way. “I t
Morning Afters! - Equius ZahhakYou gazed around your room in horror at the scene before you. Sprawled around your bedroom floor was leather and different clothing apparel, a riding crop lying next a set of rope. In the corner, on his side of the bed, is a tin bucket with a spade facing you. Your heart was pounding in your chest but your mind was drowning in the rabid imaginations of what may have occurred the night before.Morning Afters! - Equius Zahhak by ObliviousPsychotics
The only two things that could confirm such imaginations is the suddenly noticeable ache on your backside and the noble-blood sitting up-right in your bed and staring right back at you with a look of shock, disdain, and a groggy desire to go back to sleep.
"(Reader)!” he exclaimed, his cheeks flushed to a flustered indigo as he reaches for his glasses that rest on the nightstand next to him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, eyebrows furrowed tightly in frustration towards the strong man. You glanced around the room once more, trying to avoid
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