#satans-neice-13

[spenglersweetheart]

heyyy! i know it’s kind of cliche and a little boring but could you do something where the reader gets hurt (like falls and scrapes up her knees) and egon cleans her up but the whole time there’s a lot of yknow… tension in the room, and they get really close and they kiss and get freaky.

also i love your writing you’re really talented 💋

i can try and make it work !! also thank you sm 🥹 i'm so glad you like my writing !! <33

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Wounds and Tension

Egon Spengler x Reader

WARNINGS : indications of nsfw stuff (but not full smut)

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YOU PRETTY MUCH CRIED OUT WHEN EGON POURED THE hydrogen peroxide onto your wound. It was a long gash on the arm, and you had got it while you were on a call with the boys. Ghost managed to get you good before Egon caught it. It was looked like your forearm was severely cut open, but it was nothing too major. You didn't need stitches, which to you, was absolutely great.

But you couldn't help but to cry out, tears falling down your face as Egon tried to help you with the wound. You couldn't help it. It hurt that much. You were sitting on one of the couches at the Firehouse while Egon was helping you. You let out another yelp when you feel the burning again.

"I know, I know," Egon said softly, "But I gotta do this."

"I know," you say back, "But it just hurts. It hurts so much."

You've gotten scrapes, cuts, and bruises before, but they didn't hurt as bad as this one. This one was a different breed. You knew it wouldn't heal for a while. So you were prepared to be uncomfortable once Egon would put the bandage on.

You watch him. He's so close to you. The thought of it almost makes you flustered. Maybe it was the tears thinking for you, but he just looks so good just tending to your wound. You obviously didn't know why you were thinking this way at the moment. But, it wasn't like you didn't think of him and ways you shouldn't have.

Egon looked at you every now and again to make sure that you're okay. You had stopped crying, and you hadn't really said anything since you told him that the wound hurt.

Both of you could feel the tension in the room. You knew Egon could feel it, because he awkwardly shifted from time to time. But you brushed it off as him being uncomfortable because he was knelt down beside you.

He finished cleaning your wound up, finally wrapping the bandage a couple times on your forearm where the scar was.

"There ..." He says quietly, "Does that feel okay?"

You give a small nod. "A little uncomfortable, but it's nothing I can't handle," you answer with a chuckle, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied.

There was a silence between you two. You said nothing to each other. You thought about just putting your lips on his. Just once. But, by the time you had even thought to do such a thing, he kissed you.

But you didn't even question it. You kissed back. You felt your heart flutter in your chest as you kissed him.

You were hesitant, but you put his arms around his neck. And that was like a signal for Egon, because you felt his hands on your waist, slightly pulling you closer to him.

It was a sweet kiss that eventually turned into a makeout session. You feel both his hands start to wander. "Is that okay?"

You give him a nod. "Mhm," you hum in approval.

He gives you another kiss. Eventually you feel one of his hands between your legs. You didn't mind, though. Between that, and the neck kisses, a breath moan escapes from your lips.

"Should we take this elsewhere?" Egon asked

"We should," you answer breathlessly.

He immediately pulls you up. Your own hand gripped onto his as you go into a private place within the Firehouse.

Let's just say the rest of the boys wouldn't let you live it down when they found a mark on the side of your neck.