#who doesn't love good ol drugged by spores or flowers huh that's a classic!

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Hey idk if u take requests but I saw u in the half life tag and saw that u do nsfw so. Can I perhaps request some Gordon content. But like specifically w him being mostly mute. Other than that u can go wild I’m just starved for Gordon content >.<

✿ ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ Your wish is my command, Nonnie! Although I gotta say, I feel very nervous about writing for Gordon Freeman himself, let alone NSFT, but hey, first time for everything! I hope you enjoy this sweet little ficlet!

Very innapropriate use of HEV armor and possibly drugged??? Gordon! If Xen fauna counts, ofc. ᵔᴥᵔ

Getting out of HEV suit was always quite challenging task. Definitely not one man's job. But you have done it so many times, it felt as easy as breathing. You had to convince Gordon to let him help you the first time - he just shook his head and it took him almost an hour tearing away plate after plate. You have done it faster. And much more gentle. And even though he didn't say a word, warmth in his eyes was the only praise you needed.

The base was quiet at this hour, only a few resistance members patrolling outside and the hum of lights filling the corridors. Gordon has returned... even more silent than usual. Breathing sporadically and immediately setting his path to medical block. Of course you were there - your job was never finished. Glancing at him, you immediately knew that something was wrong. You ran towards him and he signed too you just two words.

‘Inhaled something.’

Gordon didn't resist when you started to drag him back into your room at the far end of sick bay. He was breathing hard, and even with his glasses on his vision was foggy. He only remembered how he'd stumbled into the bloody xen fungi infested building where mushrooms were growing in such huge colonies, covering an entire corridor. Even through the filter in his helmet, Gordon was hit with stifling sweet and dangerous smell. And though he quickly left the infected house and changed the filter for a fresh one..... he knew he'd inhaled too deeply. He felt it in his blood. In his lungs. In his very being.

He let out a deep groan, but shook his head when you asked if he was in pain. He followed you like a puppy on a leash. You sat him down on the bed, quickly looked into his eyes, touched his skin, horrified at how hot his forehead was. How could you tell what he'd inhaled?

«I'll try to give you the standard antidote and I'll… I'll go there myself, you just tell me where to look,” you barely took a hand away when his own locked its fingers around your soft wrist. His bright green eyes burned with some kind of fire. He didn't look sick. And he was definitely feeling much better.... now that you were near him.

Such a pretty little nurse.

“Alright… then let’s get you out of HEV suit at least. You’ll cook alive in that thing,” he allowed you to do that, letting go of your wrist when you thought he was just protective of you. Your fingers switfly pressed on seams and plates, taking the right sleeve of first. Gordon stared at the wall through you, grabbing the blanket on a bed so hard his knuckles turned white. His blood was boiling. He saw more colors in this dully lighted rooom than in a rainbow. And then there was your smell. Goddamit, you smelled nice. He shook his hand again and let out a grumble when your fingers touched a bruised spot on his shoulder. That acted as good as a cover up for his groan as any. He couldn’t think about you this way. You were his friend. You trusted him. Besides, you were so young!..

The fungi definetly affected him. And he wasn’t even scared. Wasn’t in pain. Gordon took your arm just when you were about to start undressing his lower torso. You gasped softly when he just moved it to his cheek and… nuzzled into it. His stubble tickled you and you saw his eyes closing in what one could only describe is bliss. His mouth open slightly when he turned his head to press a kiss into your open palm. Shiver went up your spine. Usually quitre reserved and ever so closed-off scientist now was acting this affectionate. You didn’t know what to think of it. You saw him raising a hand and signing. ‘Need you.’ You thought you mistranslated it. But another open mouthed kiss, then another and his lips started their path up your arm. Moving away the sleeve of white lab coat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You had no way of knowing what was going on in his body now. How the fungi spores were moving faster and faster and his mind was reeling. His only cure… could only be a connection he craved so desperatly but until now didn’t had courage to act on those insincts. “Gordon, w-wait,” you protested weakly. Another gasp escaped your lips when his other hand wrapped around your waist and in one swift motion he pulled you on his lap. Letting your hands rest on his strong lean shoulders. Your own heartbeat skyrocketed. Tongue darting out to wet your lips. All of the sudden you were feeling warm, too. Gordon looked at you through his glasses, his eyes shining like two gems. The One Free Man was enchanted by you. Your hands trailed up his shoulders, neck and rested on his cheeks. The kiss was quick to come. Your lips crashed into each others, you were both touch starved and hungry for affection, and Gordon was acting like a depraved, helpless man, thanks to the spores in his system. He quickly took control of a kiss, your nose bumping into his glasses a few times. Letting out a frustated huff, he took them off and you once again admired his beautiful clever eyes. The second later and you closed your own, the pleasure of his tongue dancing with yours almost overwhelming. His hands roamed over your soft shoulders, the collarbones, down and down, cupping your breasts. You let out a whine and Gordon swallowed it. Just like you were working on his suit, he quickly undressed you of lab coat, getting it on the floor. Your hips twitched against your own will. His suit was cold and hard, but you were desperate for any kind of friction. Gordon noticed it, how you were practically grinding yourself on his thigh. Naughty girl. His hand cupped your breast and squeezed it under the thin fabric of your shirt. Earning sweet moan from you. You were quick to move faster. Even though you were suppose to help Gordon, it’s been too long since you had someone… since you touched yourself… with an almost dark smirk, the man placed his face to the nape of your neck, one hand squeezing and rubbing your chest, the other on your hips, pushing you down, dragging you nice and slow over his leg. Your panties were soaked long ago and you were making quite the mess. You moaned again, babbling mindlessly on how good you felt while Gordon made sure to pay attention to your sweet beautiful neck, placing quick kisses and bites there. Grabbing not just your chest, but your waist, your stomach, your thighs. Guiding you faster and faster. His mind was roaring – he finally got what he wanted for so long. To see your face contorned in bliss, so close to heaven. He grabbed your chin and made you look down at him again. He wanted to see you come undone just because of his thigh. He kissed your neck, listening to the wet sounds happening down there. Chuckled breathlessly and… you moan, shivering, hips now buckling without any rhythm, your head hanging heavy as you tried to breath trough your orgasm. Gordon kissed the sweat from your skin again and looked into your eyes. ‘Good job. Now, again.’ As he signed your eyes widened. It would take at least a few more orgasms from him AND you to get the fungi spores out of his wisdom. And you were never shy of a job.