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alexrosa13 · 4 months ago

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Supermodel

Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel; Sylus; Caleb; Jeremiah; Greyson; Thomas; Luke & Kieran x female!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: non-mc!reader

Note: the photos are not supposed to represent you (all of them were found on Pinterest), there are no physical traits of reader specified, enjoy <3

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Thousands eyes on you and the only one that matters belongs to...

Xavier

★ jealous of every eye that looks your way, would fight if he doesn't like the way someone stares at you (would fight if the stylists touch you where he doesn't want them to, even if it's necessary to get an outfit on)

★ falls asleep anytime he's backstage with you, you have a lot of sweet photos with him sleeping at totally random places (mostly surrendered by clothes) (you also have videos of his reaction to watching your walks, filmed by your manager)

★ your manager must be a woman or you'll have a lot and - I mean a lot - of talks about it

★ prepare yourself to be stolen from the show right after it ends, still in your outfit from the runway

"Xavier put me down!" your demanding voice didn't help you to get out of his hold. You were thrown over his shoulder, still in the beautiful dress and heels (that to be fair were already yours) from the show, you had little chance to fight against him in this outfit.

"Why would I do that? I'm just taking you home, you said you were tired." his calm demeanor made your eye twitch, that cute-innocent looking face couldn't fool you, not anymore. Even when you couldn't see it, forced to stare at the back of his head, you still knew that he had that mischievous spark in his eyes.

"You know I would love to change this outfit for my own clothes first, the clothes that I, you know, came in there." you said, your voice sarcastic.

"Your manager will get them, and if they won't then I'll buy you new ones." your only reaction was a loud exhale, there was no point in arguing with this guy. Accepting your fate, you let him carry you on his shoulder with your eyes staring at his legs.

"Jealous hamster." you whispered to his back, whether he heard it or not he didn't let out any answer.

After all he knew you were right, he was jealous, especially since when you walked the runway he heard what some guys talked about, with one of them planning to ask you out after the show and the rest hyping him up.

Now, he couldn't let it happen, could he?

Zayne

★ your personal doctor, won't let you put yourself through any drastic diets and measures for your career

★ will try his best to attend all of your shows, either from the audience or the backstage if you'll invite him there, if he can't make it because of his work, he'll watch it later and either send or tell you compliments (depending on where he is when watching the show)

★ doesn't exactly show you off, but ever since his colleagues got to know through social media that he's dating you, they started randomly bringing you up in the conversation (even with the patients)

★ anytime you come to the hospital when he ends his shift to leave for a date or just to pick him up people will ask for photos, especially if the nurses heard about your coming with a heads-up

Zayne just finished up the paperwork and put on his jacket, ready to leave the office knowing that you were probably already here.

And he wasn't mistaken: right after he found himself in the corridor he heard voices from behind the wall before him, and right after he turned there he saw what was the commotion about.

His lover, you, standing in the middle of young girls, not older than 12, surrounded by phones of parents taking photos. He stood there for a moment, giving you the time to entertain your young fans.

"Okay darlings, I need to go, cause my date is finally here." you laughed softly, patting the shoulders of the two girls standing before you.

"But we wanted to make a fashion show with you." one of them said, clearly sad.

"Sweets, you don't need me to make your own fashion show, just remember to be confident and to have fun." you patted her head, and said a couple more goodbyes while heading his way.

Zayne didn't miss a beat, presenting you with his arm which you took with happiness clearly visible on your face, you waved your free hand as the last goodbyes to the kids.

"Who would have guessed, that I'll have competition even in kids." he said quietly, once you two were before the hospital and he was opening the doors to let you into his car.

You only laughed softly, letting him close the door after you sat down.

Rafayel

★ your nr.1 fan, present at every show, meeting you backstage before the start of the event, then sitting in the best place in the audience with his phone ready to record you, only you, and then leaving to pick you up from the backstage

★ you're his muse and the model for his art, sometimes even having a photoshoot with his art in the background (Thomas approves of the marketing idea)

★ loves taking your photos, and bragging about you, you're the center of his universe

★ everyone knows that the infamous Rafayel, dates you, because of his social media, full of, well, you know - you

"Another photo?" your laughter sounded together with the wind wheezing in your ears.

"You look absolutely beautiful with the ocean as the background, and the wind is a paid actor, cutie. I can't help myself." he put the camera down, satisfied with the result of his work.

"Not everything needs to be saved by pictures and videos, you know?" you tried to act annoyed, but couldn't, a smile visible on your face,

"I know, don't worry, that's why our private moments stay only in our memories." he teased you back, earning himself a punch to the shoulder. He jumped back, as if you actually hurt him, with that perfect, dramatic expression of his.

"Gosh, you're so annoying sometimes." you giggled, not reacting to his attics at all.

"AND you still love me! I mean I can't blame you, I'm super handsome and no one can resist me." his arms came to wrap around your waist, bringing your back to his chest.

"Sure, sure, you're my pretty boy." you turned around in his hold, squishing his face in your palms. When suddenly you stopped, looking at him intensively and bringing his face down to your eye level "Only mine." you whispered, in a provocative tone.

He gulped.

Sylus

★ power couple. he is your mysterious boyfriend whose name no one knows, but they know of his existence, mostly through your social media full of pics with countless bouquets of flowers, and the typical photos of a couple without your man's face in it.

★ they tried guessing that you're dating one of the other models that you seem to know backstage, failed countless times (they want to know who he is, why are you keeping them waiting girl)

★ he is actually present at most of your shows, watching you from the audience, he loves your confidence on the runway

★ buys you expensive gifts, loves showering you with the luxuries you deserve, and you love posting about it on your socials, bragging about your man

After yet another post with the huge bouquet of roses and a velvet box with a beautiful necklace in it your fans went wild.

Thousands of comments started coming up, asking once more for the reveal of the mysterious rich boyfriend of yours.

And you were currently sitting at the restaurant table, in a private room that he reserved for you after yet another successful show of yours, him sitting next to you on the huge comfy sofa with his hand resting on your thigh as you sip your drink, your head resting on his shoulder.

"It's so cruel of you to keep teasing your fans sweetheart." he said, the hand on your thigh gently moving in a calm motion.

"I can't help the fact that I want to keep you all to myself, but also love bragging about you." you looked up at him, stealing a quick peak from his lips. He let go of the glass he was holding, putting it on the table before the hand previously on your thigh moved to your back, then to your waist, pulling your body towards him, making your legs drop over his.

His second hand found itself hugging your legs so they won't fall off, and his lips found yours.

You put your drink blindly onto the table and wrapped your arms around his neck, basking in his attention.

Oh god how in love you were, you knew that you had him wrapped around your finger - he knew that too. And you both enjoyed that knowledge to no end.

Caleb

★ your biggest supporter, even tho he's not often present at your events, either due to work or the fact that it's not his most comfortable place to be

★ would and will watch all of your shows live if he can, texting you in a real time about how stunning you are, or how you were the absolute gem of the show, stealing the spotlight from other models

★ if he's not at the Skyhaven he will drive you to and from the event

★ absolutely does brag about you to his lower (and not only) rank colleagues, he may be higher in ranks but he's still only 25 and finds himself spending time with others during lunches or free time

He was at the gym, in the middle of a work out, doing push-ups with his phone under him and a wireless earphones connected to it.

He felt a pat on his shoulder, and stopping his exercise but staying above the ground, he took off one earphone, sending a questioning look towards the man who disturbed him, noting that it's the guy from the group he often hangs out with.

"Is that... A fashion show?" he asked sceptically, looking at the phone on the ground. Caleb stole a glance at the screen, noticing that it wasn't your turn yet he turned back towards the man,

"Yeah, my girl's walking in it." he answered, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Ain't no way man." the man clearly doubted his words.

"It's actually her turn, look." there you were, confidently walking down the bright runway, if it was physically possible he would have hearts in his eyes at the sight of you.

"With all due respect, there's ain't no way you pulled a woman like this." Caleb only laughed, before opening up his phone gallery, putting a photo of you and him at the full screen. You were kissing his check with his arm thrown over your shoulder.

"... Okay I believe you now, can't you, you know... Ask her if any of her friends is looking for a guy, maybe?" he only threw one last glance at him before putting the earphone back in and continuing with his work out.

He'll call you later to praise you, don't you worry about it.

Jeremiah

★ the sweetest supporter, always bringing flowers to your shows

★ stares at you like you're the goddess made for worship anytime he sees you on the runway

★ loves taking your photos when you visit him in Philo to help with the flowers before or after hours

★ sometimes he just looks at you, unable to turn away, not wanting to turn away, looking and looking, he could admire you for hours without getting bored: his reaction to you catching his wandering gaze would either be him shying away and blushing or throwing a cheeky comment your way to make you laugh: depending on the mood

You were taking care of the flowers, making them look more presentable before the shop was supposed to open. Jeremiah went outside for a second, and you didn't hear him coming back.

About five minutes later you turned around, and jumped with a gasp at the fact he was right behind you. He caught you before you could stumble on your legs, bringing you close.

"Jeremiah! You'll make me have a heart attack one day I swear!" you hit him gently on the chest.

"Sorry, I didn't think that I'll scare you." he laughed, noticing how you relaxed in his hold "I prefer to make your heartbeat race by other means." he whispered to your ear making you hit him once more and hid your head in his neck.

You didn't know yet that a new photo of you will soon find it's place on the wall of his apartment. Your day-to-day life before him was full of unhealthy habits, cameras and perfectionism, but together with him came peace, calm and a quiet place to let yourself be you.

He was your safe place.

Greyson

★ this absolute cutie would be so nervous if you'd invite him to the event

★ absolutely adores you and can't believe that he somehow got you to go out with him

★ would die if you ever model in lingerie, and I mean it

★ lives for the physical contact from you, loves to hold your hand and hugging you

Music played in the background of your apartment, you were watching the show that you walked in earlier on your tv screen, joking around, wearing your matching pajamas set.

He was absolutely smitten by you, watching your every move both on screen and right beside him.

On the screen you were about to walk the runway in the second fit when the song that you absolutely loved (because it made you feel badass) got to it's chorus, and in a playful mood you ran to the other side of the huge living area of your apartment.

He watched you with a smile, you mimicked your runway walk in your apartment, in pajamas, with no make-up and a messy hair, he cheered for you while laughing.

He adored you the most in moments like this, in the quietness of your apartment, without cameras forcing you to look your best. Finally getting to the couch you dropped down onto it, hugging him tightly.

He hugged you right back with a huge smile on his lips, he loved those private shows of yours the most, you were perfect like this.

Thomas

★ he probably is your manager, and if he isn't then he still acts like it backstage, probably besties with the person you hired to take care of your career

★ backstage everytime, he runs around you, making sure that everything will be alright and safe on the runway while also checking on you all the time: you need water? a snack? give him 2 minutes max

★ his public socials are full of pictures from your professional photo sessions, while private ones are just you in more domestic situations and casual outfits.

★ will run to you the moment the show ends, his calm demeanor slowly coming back to him after so much work and stress, please appreciate him

"The mess today was bigger than usual." he was standing close to you with his eyes glued to his phone, already looking up photos of you.

"I know, having to change 3 times all in like 5 minutes is wild." you were finally allowed a moment to breathe, the stylists were running around helping the models take off the clothes from the runway "Darling, do you mind?" you turned around, showing him the zipper on the back of your dress.

Instantly he hid his phone in the pocket of his pants before his hands went to help you out. He helped you pull down the sleeves of the dress, with one of his hands holding up the front of your dress, making sure that your breasts won't get exposed. You put on a shirt over your head and only then he let go of the dress, helping you get out of it.

He handed you the bottom part of your outfit, his eyes searching the floor for your shoes.

Before he had the chance to turn around and search for them behind him he felt your hands on his face, making him look at you.

You placed a quick kiss on his lips, shocking him a little. No one even noticed, busy in their own worlds.

"Thank you for supporting me." you smiled, he hugged you with one arm for a moment before continuing his search for your shoes. Once he got them in his hands he kneeled down, helping you put them on "You're so sweet when you take care of me." you ruffled his hair a little.

He caught your palm and gave it a kiss before standing up. Gosh do we love a man who knows how to treat a woman.

Luke & Kieran

★ if you're dating Luke: prepare for loud cheering every time you walk the runway and him being the owner of your fanpage

★ if you're dating Kieran: you're getting the calmer twin, loves taking the photos of you on dates, most of the time waiting in the separate hall for the show to end, watching you on the screens there

★ if you're dating both of them: you're in for a ride, they promote your socials on every platform they can, arguing with the people who found the audacity to hate you (got them banned so many times but they just keep creating new accounts), random selfies of your three are all over their phones, unpublished

★ your fans saw the photos of you walking somewhere with two masked people behind you, were they your bodyguards?

"You two love to annoy your Boss, don't you?" you laugh, they were just talking about the situation when they accidentally locked their Boss in the wardrobe with his not-yet girlfriend.

"Wrong!" Luke said, making the word last for like 5 seconds, like a buzz button.

"We love annoying everyone." said Kieran, high-fiving his brother and laughing with him.

You shook your head, coming back to drinking your bubble tea and scrolling through your phone.

You saw a post that made you almost spit out the drink from your mouth.

"What the hell is that?!" you showed the twins your smartphone with a smile.

Guess what a**holes, that girl is taken, and you have ain't no way of dating her, stop being delusional xx

"Oh yeah we posted that! Do you like that caption?" Luke asked, with a cocky smile on his lips.

You only laughed, they were unbelievable.

"What have I seen in you." you whispered, knowing fully well they heard you and you were seconds away from the tantrum of the year.

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yvesssssssss · 2 months ago

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Hi~ *cough**cough* do you open request? Could you write sickfic where Sakamoto days boys pamper reader that fell sick? I'm catching a cold currently and need some fluff fic🤒😷if it's too much then I'll just ask for nagumo

Sick Days with the Boys

Hope you feel better soon! Get plenty of rest and take care!

Nagumo Yoichi

Nagumo dramatically gasps when he sees you curled up under layers of blankets, sniffling. "Oh no, my beloved has fallen in battle… to a common cold." He places a hand over his heart like he’s truly in mourning.

"Yoichi, shut up," you mumble, voice hoarse.

But instead of teasing further, he leans down and presses the back of his hand against your forehead, his usual playful smirk replaced with something softer. "You're burning up," he murmurs. "Don't worry, babe. The world's greatest assassin is also the world's greatest nurse."

…Which explains why he disappears for twenty minutes and then returns wearing a ridiculous nurse’s outfit. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Nagumo grins. "A uniform is key to getting into character!" He twirls a spoonful of steaming soup in front of your face. "Now, open up, sweetheart. Say 'ahh'~"

Despite your glare, you let him feed you. He’s surprisingly gentle about it, blowing on the soup to cool it down before pressing it to your lips. "Good patient," he praises, tucking the blankets around you snugly. Then, without warning, he flops beside you.

"You'll get sick, idiot," you grumble.

"Then we'll be sick together. Romantic, right?"

You groan, but when he pulls you close, warm and solid against your aching body, you can’t bring yourself to push him away.

Shin Asakura

Shin nearly has a heart attack when he hears your thoughts before even seeing you. Ugh… I feel like I’m dying…

He kicks open your door like a SWAT team member, eyes wide with panic. "Who’s dying?! What happened?!"

You peek out from under your blanket pile, looking like a pathetic, sniffling mess. "…Me."

His whole body deflates with relief, but then his worry kicks back in. "You should’ve told me you weren’t feeling well!" He rushes to your bedside, hands awkwardly hovering like he wants to help but isn’t sure how.

"Stay still, I’ll—wait, do you need medicine? Food? Water? Do you want me to read your mind so you don’t have to talk?"

You sigh. "Shin, just lie down with me."

He stiffens. "But you'll get me sick—"

"Please?" You blink up at him, miserable and exhausted.

Shin groans but immediately kicks off his shoes and climbs into bed beside you, wrapping you up in a careful but firm hug. "Fine, but if I get sick, you're nursing me back to health," he mumbles against your hair.

You hum in contentment, already drifting off. "Deal."

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki walks in, sees you half-dead in bed, and immediately goes, "Damn, that sucks. Anyway—"

"Natsuki."

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, alright. I’ll take care of you."

You watch as he fumbles around the kitchen, somehow making tea and getting medicine without burning anything down. When he returns, he nudges you until you sit up, handing you a warm cup. "Drink. It’s not poisoned, I promise."

You raise an eyebrow. "…Was that a possibility?"

He shrugs. "Not saying yes, not saying no."

Despite his usual deadpan attitude, he sticks around, flipping through his phone while you sip your tea. At some point, he starts running his fingers through your hair absentmindedly, and when you sigh in relief, he pauses.

Then he keeps going.

"You’re weirdly good at this," you mumble.

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it," he grumbles, but his fingers never stop moving.

Gaku

Gaku stares at you like you’ve personally betrayed him. "How’d ya let a little cold take you out?"

"Ask my immune system," you deadpan.

Gaku huffs, crossing his arms. "Guess I gotta take care of ya, huh? Fine, but only ‘cause you look pathetic."

He disappears and comes back with an absurd amount of food—snacks, soup, even a ridiculous-looking fruit platter. "Eat," he commands, sitting next to you.

You take a bite and glance at him. "Aren’t you worried about getting sick?"

He scoffs. "Please. My immune system is built different."

Thirty-six hours later, he’s sneezing his lungs out next to you.

"You definitely got me sick," he groans.

You pat his head. "Guess it's my turn to take care of you."

"...Yeah, yeah. Just don’t tell anyone I went down this easy."

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teamred · 8 months ago

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in sickness and in health

✩‌ logan howlett x reader x wade wilson | fluff | 1.6k

SUMMARY | you may be bedridden with the flu and feeling miserable, but you're blessed with two boyfriends to take good care of you. // part of the home sweet home series + requested by anonymous!

WARNINGS | s*xual jokes, none really!

RATING | teen+

It’s early Monday morning when your body feels like utter shit.

You toss and turn in bed, fighting the blanket away from your boyfriends in a struggle to warm up, only throwing it off seconds after because of how hot you also feel. Your muscles are starting to ache, like you ran a marathon and then some.

Next to you, Logan’s the first to stir awake, picking up on your restless movements. Propping himself up on one forearm, he gently places the back of his hand on your forehead.

“Darlin’,” he whispers, brushing the damp hair away from your face. “You should call in sick. Ain’t no way you’re goin’ to work like this.”

You turn away from him in protest. “No, I’m okay. Just feeling a little tired.”

Logan huffs and shakes his head over how stubborn you are.

He suddenly grabs his pillow and hurls it directly at Wade’s head, who’s sleeping on the other side of you. The pillow smacks into the latter, waking him from his deep snoring with a snort and a startled jump.

“What the fuck?!” Wade mumbles, rubbing his eyes and stroking his bald head as if he’s running fingers through his non-existent hair. “If you wanted to fuck this early in the morning, you could’ve just asked, sunshine.”

An eye-roll from Logan. “Time to wake up, sleepin’ beauty.”

He gets out of bed and pulls on a shirt, then walks towards Wade’s side of the bed, shoving his head. “Back me up in tellin’ our girl she’s gotta call in sick today.”

“Huh?” Wade squints at your resting body, but when he leans over and presses his hand to your forehead, his eyes widen in shock.

“Jesus H. Christ, you’re burnin’ up more than the Jonas Brothers did in 2008. You’re staying home, peanut, and that’s not a request. Doctor Deadpool’s orders!”

You whine. “Do I really have to?”

“Yes,” they reply sternly in unison.

Giving into your boyfriends’ commands, you groan. As Logan heads out of the room, Wade hands over your phone.

And you hate to admit it, but you know they’re right because you barely have enough energy to call in sick. To be safe, you ask for two days off, then flop right back into bed.

Carefully, Wade pulls you into his arms and whispers into your hair, “Need a sexy nurse to take care of you, baby? ‘Cause I think I got an outfit stashed somewhere.”

You try to laugh, but it comes out as a flat wheeze. “Maybe later, babe.”

“Awww, you poor thing.” He frowns sympathetically. “You can barely even laugh. Man, you must be dying.”

A few minutes later, Logan returns, holding a steaming cup of tea and ibuprofen in his other. He sits down onto the bed.

“Here. Take these and drink this,” Logan orders. Wade releases you as you sit up slowly, wincing as you do, and follow through with Logan’s instructions.

“You guys should probably avoid being near me,” you rasp. You’ll definitely need to drink more tea to soothe your oncoming sore throat.

Logan chuckles softly and Wade ruffles your hair.

“I can’t get sick,” Logan states matter-of-factly.

“Neither do I,” your other boyfriend adds. “Well, I mean, unless you count cancer constantly fucking me in the ass.”

In the moment, you’re filled with utmost envy for your superpowered boyfriends and their ridiculous healing abilities.

Wade climbs out of bed, patting Logan on the shoulder as he stands.

“I’m gonna run some errands for our little sicky princess. Hold the fort down and keep her tied to the bed with those strong arms of yours, yeah?” He squeezes Logan’s bicep playfully and gives him a wink.

“Pick up more tea for her.”

“Oh, most definitely. And I’ll get condoms too! You know, they say that fever sex helps you get better faster.”

“Wade.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

He leans down, whispering above you. “I’m not kidding. I’d still do you in your current state, but only if you were up for it. Love you, babe.” He plants a kiss on your head and departs with a wave of his fingers.

The older of your boyfriends shifts closer to you on your bed. “Do you want me to hold you right now?”

You groan in negation, shaking your head slightly. You appreciate the gesture, but with your body switching between chills and a fever, Logan’s body warmth would just make things worse.

“If you need anything, baby, just let me know,” he says softly.

In response, you hum and nod, allowing yourself to relax as much as you can. Soon enough, you drift off, and can feel a hand stroking the side of your head, soothing you towards your much needed rest.

“Wade, she’s sick, not on her death bed.”

You blink awake, the sunlight coming through the window stronger than before. Judging by the position of the light, a few hours have passed since you fell asleep. You’re woken up by the familiar sounds of your boyfriends bickering in the other room.

To strangers, and even to themselves, it sounds grating. But to you, it’s strangely calming and comforting.

“Well, excuse me for being an exceptional boyfriend! I just wanna make sure she’s got anything she needs,” Wade fires back.

A brief pause.

“That’s… thoughtful of you,” Logan grumbles stiffly.

Wade’s laugh rings through the apartment, and you can envision him standing up with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in amusement. “Wow, that must’ve felt like pulling teeth for you, huh? Wait—why aren’t your teeth adamantium?”

You think Logan sighs and probably rolls his eyes too. “Go check in on her, dumbass.”

“Love you too, my lil honey badger,” Wade says, his voice and footsteps coming closer to the bedroom door.

A soft knock on the door.

“Feelin’ better yet, honey?” Wade asks, peeking his head through the door.

“Not really,” you grumble.

In a flash, he’s right in front of your face, his nose pressed against your cheek. “How about now?”

That gets a small laugh from you. He grins, leaving a loud, exaggerated smooch on your cheek, holding it down for emphasis. You scrunch your face up at the lovely gesture.

“What did you get from the store?” you ask with Wade’s arm now slung around your body.

“Literally everything. Whatever you want, I’ve got it. I’m basically Costco now.”

You test him. “Diapers?”

“Okay, I don’t have that,” he admits, deadpan. “But I do have five different flavours of soup, an action figure of myself and Logan for you to play with—or to enact voodoo sex, you know I love a little one-on-one action with our man!—some random German cookies, and a bottle of Chinese herbal medicine the lady down the street swore by. At least, I think it’s medicine? Hard to say. And that’s only a few of the things I got.”

“Can I have some soup?”

“Of course. Tomato, cream of mushroom, chicken noodle, spicy nacho cheese, or clam chowder?”

“Surprise me.”

“Spicy nacho cheese, it is.”

You grunt in disapproval.

“Chicken noodle soup, it is.”

After Wade spent some time spoonfeeding you your soup and Logan replenishing your cup of tea, sleep claimed you once more. By the time you wake up again, the room is pitch dark.

“Logan,” you groan weakly. You immediately hear the TV volume lowered, followed by recognizable footsteps approaching the room.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Logan murmurs gently, sitting on the bed and reaching out to touch your forehead. You’re warm, but it’s an improvement from the morning. “Everything okay?”

“Is there any dinner?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Is our girl hungry?” Wade hollers from the other room. “‘Cause I’m cooking up a storm right now!”

A corner of Logan’s mouth quirks up. “I think Wade’s on it.”

He turns on one of the bedside lamps, the soft light illuminating the room. With it, he catches the pleading look in your eyes, one that he can decipher in a heartbeat. Without hesitation, he scoots closer and pulls you into his chest, embracing you with a tight hug.

“I feel like shit,” you grumble into him with your arms twined at his neck, inhaling his scent.

“I know, baby, but it’ll pass. The more you rest, the faster it’ll go away,” he reassures you, stroking your back. “You gonna admit staying home was a good idea?”

“Mm-mm.” You shake your head, even though you know he was right.

He looks at you with a smirk. “You’re lucky you’re as cute as you are stubborn.”

Moments later, Wade, adorning a “Blow the Chef” apron, comes in with a bed tray. You pull away from Logan, allowing Wade to properly position the tray in front of you. At the sight of syruped pancakes, you beam, especially at the attempted heart-shaped ones.

“Voila! Voici les crêpes,” Wade declares in a decent French accent, but you’re pretty sure he’s mispronouncing crêpes as he says it like crap.

“Thanks for everything, you guys,” you say, glancing up at your boyfriends. “I feel really bad.”

“Never ever feel bad about being sick, baby.” Wade says, setting in on one side of you. “It just means more time for us to spoil you.”

Logan snuggles you on your other side, wrapping an arm around you. “It ain’t your fault, and it’s what we’re here for.”

After being out for so long, you spend your time eating the pancakes and asking how their day was. Logan gets in a word before Wade rambles on how he almost got into a fight with a kid at one of the various stores he dropped by.

With both of them beside you, you finally start to feel a little better, if not from the flu, at least from the comfort they give.

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novemberheart · 9 months ago

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{overview} Another milestone in your relationship with the pack begins, but some members want it to move faster….

{warnings} cursing, mentions of needles and incisions, mentions of sex (nothing really graphic), fem reader, sappy scene, reader being *slightly* objectified, poly141 some smexual smention 😉

Chapter 9 <- Chapter 10 -> Chapter 11

“You're still here.” you smiled, rubbing at your eyes. John smiled at you. He was leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee.

“Don't mind me.” Simon yawned from the couch. “Wouldn't want to interrupt anything.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don't worry. I'll let you know if you're interrupting.” you teased, walking past him to go to the bathroom.

“Her bedhead is rather endearing,” John commented after you left.

“Don't get too excited. Not sure Kyle’s ass can take anymore.” Simon grunted. John just chuckled.

“Or Johnny’s,” John added, causing Simon’s head to snap back at him.

“You bastards said no group shite until I got better.” Simon reminded.

“Think Kyle filmed some of it. I'll have him send it to you.” John smirked.

“Thank you,” Simon growled, turning back around. You luckily missed that conversation, popping back out after you had brushed your teeth.

“Go pick out an outfit, pretty girl. We have some things to do today.” John spoke, causing you to flush.

“Fun things?” you hinted.

“A mix.” He replied not giving too much away. You huffed heading back towards your bedroom.

You decided to finally wear something one of the boys had gotten for you during your shopping spree. It was a flowy knee-length dress with spaghetti straps. They certainly had taste- you'd give them that. You fixed your hair and made some minor adjustments to your face. It was also still a bit chilly outside so you paired it with a cardigan.

A rumble of approval vibrated in John’s chest as you stepped out. He was pleased with how nice you always looked (even when you just woke up) and he couldn't help but stand a bit taller when people did a double take as you walked by. He would blame it on alpha pride, but he knows Johnny and Kyle enjoy parading you around just as much.

Simon stayed quiet on the couch, eyeing you up and down.

“Ready?” John asked. You nodded your head following him out the door. You stopped, prancing back to the couch where Simon was. He stayed still, but you knew you weren't being sneaky. You leaned over the back of the couch pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he could swat you away. You were surprised when he made no move to.

“I miss you already.” you sighed playfully, skipping back over to John, who was thoroughly enjoying himself at the sight before him.

“I do that to people.” Simon gruffed, making you chuckle.

“Got a daredevil streak in ya, hmm?” John smiled down at you as you walked.

“Just a bit,” you whispered, with a smirk.

“Good girl. He could use some roughing up.”

You immediately understood why he didn't share with you where you were going. You frowned heavily as you approached the medical center.

“‘Nough with the face, sweetheart.” John soothed. He ran the back of his pointer finger against your cheek, causing them to raise in a tiny smile. “We’ll get you chipped then I’ll take you out on a date. How's that sound?” he hummed, watching you as you began to soften to the idea.

“Alright.” you drew out, entering the building as he held the door open for you.

The nurse who ended up coming to chip you was the same one you saw in Simon's hospital room.

“Look at you!” She smiled, running her hands up and down your arms. “You look good, hun. How's the big one?” she questions, getting the supplies set up.

“He's good.” You smiled, trying not to look at the sharp objects.

“Glad to hear. Have you ever been chipped before?”

You shook your head.

“Well this is what it looks like.” she shared, showing you a small disk. It was a bit smaller than a dime.

“That doesn't look too scary.” you swallowed.

“Right? And Dr. Hathaway will give you a shot so you won't feel anything.” she soothed. Just then the door opened and a bubbly woman in a doctor's coat entered.

“Alrighty, now I know how nervous you must be so let's get this done.” she sang. Despite her chipper attitude, her accent was very posh. John moved away from the wall and turned your head to face him, using his other hand to hold your hair out of the way. His thumb rubbed against your cheek and you allowed yourself to relax into him.

“Thanks, Alpha.” the doctor praised his actions, giving her the perfect view of behind your ear. The title made your eyes widen. What business did she have calling him that? Maybe it was a cultural thing. Where you were from the only people who called an alpha ‘alpha’ were pack members. You didn't have to dwell on it long.

“John is fine.” he politely corrected. Your eyes peered up at him and the corner of his lips lifted. Your hands reached up grabbing a hold of his wrist and hand, wanting to keep him as close as possible.

“Alright, love. You are going to feel a small pinch.” Dr. Hathaway warned. You weren't too worried about the needle, just about the incision. John continued to rub soft circles against your cheek and you stared ahead at the picture of sailboats on the wall. “Alright, love. You are all done. Great job.” Dr. Hathaway cheered, giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

“I didn't even feel anything,” you said. “Thank you,” you said to both the nurse (whose name you should really learn) and Dr. Hathaway.

“Thank you,” John repeated after you. “Good girl.” John praised, pressing a quick kiss against the top of your head. He let go of you, all the warmth leaving your body.

“Thank you,” you said suddenly. He looked at you with a quirked brow. “For being gentle with me. I really appreciate it.” you cleared your throat beginning to feel tears well up in your eyes. You quickly blinked them back.

“It's my job as your Alpha and it's something I’ll always be happy to do.” He said softly. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment. An understanding beginning to grow between the two of you. In the back of both of your minds, this situation was admittedly a bit temporary. John had you on a short leash, wanting Simon to get better more than worrying about your feelings. If you didn't fit he wouldn't think twice about sending you back. But you did fit. Perfectly. You got Simon out of his shell. Johnny’s smile hasn't left in a week. Kyle had a new air about him, more confident and excited. Hell, the two muppets raced each other home every day so they can be the first one to kiss you on the cheek.

He didn't even want to admit the things you did to him.

And then there was you. Kate had been right. You had been looking for an out since you arrived. You might have had one on the first day, but that felt so far away now. None of them had done anything to prove to you that they were an incapable, unworthy pack.

It seemed both of you were staring the rest of your lives in the face.

John had ended up taking you to the movies. It was a silly lighthearted comedy. About halfway through he worked up the courage to let his hand wander over to your side of the seat. His fingers skimmed against your knee, watching you out of the corners of his eye for any signs of discomfort. Your hands reached down and grabbed his, resting his hand on your lap. You tangled your fingers together, melting a bit when you realized two of your hands could fit in one of his.

You rested your cheek against his arm, trying your hardest to hold onto your purr. He was happy, you could tell by the sudden warmth entering your nose. You breathed in quickly, trying to absorb as much of the smell as you could. He must not have worn scent blockers today. How did you not smell him before? They must've just worn off. You wondered if he did that on purpose.

Fog and campfire, with a slight hint of tobacco. The fog was fresh and light, but then you got the warmth of a campfire. Smoking can change anyone's scent- not by a lot, but there will always be an edge of it. It must be different from what Simon smokes. Johns complements the warm, firey scent whereas Simons sticks out a bit more.

He leaned down and you wondered if you overstepped. “Gonna have a headache if you keep breathin’ me in like that,” he murmured. You looked up at him- a bit hazy from the scent. He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, adjusting in his seat. “Pretty thing,” he grumbled, trying to focus his attention back on the movie.

“How’d you do?” Kyle questioned as soon as you bounded back in. You were excited to see him. You hadn't seen much of him the past two days because he was busy training some ‘FNGs’ as Johnny had called them.

“You were right it didn't hurt,” you affirmed. He was in the kitchen working on his second bowl of cereal. You hesitantly moved a bit closer to him, and he quickly pulled you closer, tucking you into his side. His fingers brushed against your hip

“Can I interest you in some cereal?” he questioned. “It's gourmet, straight from the finest factory in Albuquerque, New Mexico,” he said in a French accent causing you to giggle.

“Yes, please.” He quickly got a bowl, filling it for you before you could even think about doing it yourself. “My legs are cold. I’m going to change quickly.” you excused yourself, darting to your bedroom.

“You smell good on her,” Kyle spoke up, eyeing his alpha.

“Drivin’ me bloody crazy in the theater. If she smells like that normally can you imagine how she smells in her heat? We’re gonna have to get a cabin in the middle of nowhere.” John groaned, leaning his elbows against the counter. Kyle chuckled.

“That might not be too bad of an idea actually. I was looking in the handbook and we are allowed ten days off a year to deal with heats.” Kyle explained. John sighed. He really needs to look over the omega section of the handbook. He wouldn't want you to miss out on something just because he wasn't diligent.

“Something to think about.” John agreed.

“Is it okay if I sleep with my door open?” you questioned.

“Course,” John answered instantly. “You been havin’ trouble?”

You scrunched your face a bit and nodded.

“I've never been a good sleeper,” you explained. John nodded his head in understanding.

“You can always sleep with me, Bonnie!” Johnny called from the couch. You snickered at the enthusiasm in his voice. “Wasn't kidding.” he pressed with a smirk on his face.

“Tell you what, I’ll try with my door open tonight, and if that doesn't work I’ll come hunt you down,” you promised.

“I'll take that.” he compromised. You got your things ready to go take a shower.

“What are you doing?” Simon questioned, leaning over to peer at Johnny’s phone.

“Trying to find spooky sounds off of YouTube,” Johnny replied. “Haunted house, maybe?”

“You are not scaring her into sleeping with you, fucking nutter.” Simon scolded, ripping his phone out of his hands.

“You're right L.T. I've turned into a desperate man.” he sighed.

Helloooooo! Hope everyone liked this choppy chapter! Chapter 11 will be posted in three days! It's a bit of a rough one 😬 Friendly reminder: reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated, and don't be afraid to pop by my inbox and say hi (and tell me your deepest darkest secrets)

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kenpachissluut · 2 months ago

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ꨄ︎ Aizen Sosuke Headcanons ꨄ︎

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

Aizen loves to do roleplays. Seeing you all dressed up as a hot Nurse or cute Schoolgirl in tiny slutty outfits while he is the dominant Doctor or Teacher makes him all hot and bothered. He likes to pretend to be something else, so he always gets a new feeling on fucking you all over again.

Aizen has such an beautiful cock. It’s about 18-20 cm long and it’s not that thick but also not too thin, just somewhere in between. His cock is pretty straight and there are some visible veins on it. He is always clean shaved, but he doesn’t care if you aren’t.

Aizen loves when you ride him on his ,,Throne‘‘. Doesn’t matter if reverse cowgirl or normal, just ride him. He will guide your movements, gazing at you all the time proudly. He feels like a damn King when he fucks you on his Throne. little kink of him.

Aizen humiliates you every now so often when you guys fuck. Calling you a slut, a whore.. slapping you and spitting in your face or mouth, he does it all. He just wants you to know that he is the Boss and he can do whatever he wants with you, cause you will take it as his good girl, right?

Aizen is definitely a sucker for your tits. Doesn’t matter to him if they are big or small, they are beautiful to him. He loves to touch them all day and he loves it even more to fuck them. Oiling them all up he gazes in fascination on how his oily cock slides up and down between your tits. He would definitely then cum all over your tits and face, looking proudly at his new painting he made.

Aizen is so jealous, especially of Grimmjow. He hates it so much when he sees you talking to him, cause he know how Grimmjow always looks at you. He would interrupt your little conversation, dragging you roughly by your hair into a corner in his palace, not caring if anyone sees you and then fucks you against the wall meanly. Hardly smacking your ass and cunt while he tells you that if you talk ever again to Grimmjow, he isn’t this nice next time.

Aizen eats you out like you are his favorite cup of ice cream. Sucking, licking and kissing your wet pussy and sensitive clit while his thick long fingers slides in and out your tiny hole. He loves to do 69 aswell, so he has a pretty view of your ass and cunt while his tongue fucks you mercilessly and you can prettily suck and deepthroat his cock, until he fills your mouth full with his yummy cum.

Aizen also definitely has a breeding kink. He loves to fuck you in a mean full nelson position, cause he likes how he is the one to dominate everything and especially you. Thrusting his hips and cock deep and meanly into your sloppy pussy, burying himself inside of you, until he coates your pink gummy walls white. He wouldn’t stop here though. He would fuck you again, even fuller with his cum until you are nothing but a dripping mess for him.

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emocheol · 11 months ago

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comfortable

contains: soonyoung x reader, fluff, reader wears high heels

“soonie, my feet hurt…” you pouted, thinking you were going to get an earful about how he told you to wear comfy shoes and you chose to ignore him.

sure, comfy shoes are practical but high heels were cuter with your outfit.

he immediately stopped walking and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head at you. “i told you not to wear those shoes!” he scolded lightly before he began unlacing his own shoes and taking them off.

he then got down on his knee and tenderly helped you out of your shoes, placing his own on you right away so your feet never touched the ground.

your tried to kick him away since you didn’t want him to have to go through all the trouble but he held you firmly and tied his laces tight on you so they wouldn’t slip off.

“you don’t have to do that…” you said softly, “it’s my fault i didn’t wear good shoes,” you mumbled, knowing you were telling the truth though it was something you didn’t like to admit.

you felt bad that your poor planning caused soonyoung to sacrifice his feet for your comfort.

“nothing’s your fault, sunshine,” he said with a cheery smile, “plus now i get to wear your shoes,” he said, slipping them on.

he struck a pose in your shoes that completely clashed his outfit and his style— plus they were clearly too small for him.

“i bet i could walk in heels better than you,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood since he could tell that you felt bad.

“you’re ridiculous, your feet are gonna hurt if you wear those,” you laughed softly. though you couldn’t deny that he was good at walking in heels, surprisingly so.

soonyoung just pulled you into him and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “better my feet than yours! what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you walk around in pain?” he questioned, being absolutely appalled at the thought.

a sudden realization dawned and you, “what if you twist your ankle and you can’t dance?” you ask, looking up at him with a panicked expression, you hadn’t even thought of that before.

he looked at you with a deadpan expression, “if i twist my ankle then you have to nurse me back to health, i’d call that a win,” he said with a cheeky smile, continuing to drag you along and walk with him.

“i’m being serious, soonyoung,” you said with an eye roll, “i’d feel terrible,” you said honestly.

“and i’m being serious too! watch!” he exclaimed, letting go of you and breaking into a run, the clack of your heels echoing off the pavement as he ran forward.

your mouth dropped open at his actions and you put a hand to your head. “you will be the death of me, kwon soonyoung!” you called out to him as he continued to run.

“race you home! last one there has to give latte a bath!” he called over his shoulder, giving himself a head start.

this made your ears perk up, it was impossible to coax your dog into bath time and he knew it. you started to run after him, his bigger shoes being on didn’t stop you from attempting to catch up to him.

“no fair! you’re cheating!” you yelled after him, watching how he just turned his head back to you and stuck out his tongue.

so here you were, just a guy sprinting in high heels and a person running after him in huge sneakers yelling expletives while laughing.

now soonyoung had successfully distracted you from feeling bad about switching shoes, and your feet were nice and comfortable.

sure, his feet were also in great pain thanks to your very uncomfortable shoes plus the fact that they were too small for him. but, whenever he looked over his shoulder he was met with your laughing face which seemed to cure his pain.

all he wanted was for you to be comfortable and if sprinting down the block in high heels that made his feet scream was the answer, he’d do it a million times over.

a/n: this is so short and i could not think of how to end this for the life of me sorry T-T

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writingoddess1125 · 2 months ago

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i know request are closed but could you post pt 2 of the darling dove? its cute, also maybe a small blurb of them meeting?

I Gotchu Darling! I may have had a manic episode with 3 monsters and pumped this out baby!!

Pt 1 <-

Pt 2 <-

And the Prequel Special!

The Kings Meets A Dove

König x Plus Size Reader

Warning: Medic Stuff (Like war, blood, etc mention), Awkwardness, Fluff, Funny Too

It was your first week as a medic, and you were still getting used to the chaos of the field. Blood, Bullets and Honestly you had really trying to get the stomach of this place.

You had secretly puked twice behind the tent already.

However you had already fucked truly up- Instead of thinking of 'This is a war zone' maybe dress like it- you had stupidly worn perfectly bleach white Scrubs.

The other nurses had already teased you all day about the impracticality of your outfit, but you had committed at this point- Fact is you didn't even have time to take a piss let alone change uniforms..

"(Y/N)" The head nurse called, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"You’ve got a new patient. Cot six. Staff Sergeant Felix König. Shrapnel wound to the left arm. He’s been cleared for basic care for the next few weeks, so you’ll be his primary nurse while he’s here." You knew this was the nurse way of throwing you a bone- a green nurse getting a fairly easy case.

You nodded quickly, glancing toward cot six quickly.

And then you froze.

Sitting on the cot was the largest man you’d ever fucking seen. He was easily over six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders and a frame that made the cot look like it belonged in a child’s playroom.

Honestly he was honestly cute.. Except for one thing that stuck out to you.

The whispy ginger mustache on his upper lip- it looked so out of place for him.

Your brain cycling through why-

Just..

Why!?

You must have been staring way too long cause his sharp blue eyes were scanning the room clearly feeling someone staring, and when they landed on you, they narrowed slightly. You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized he’d caught you.

Quickly you look back at your head nurse seeing him smirk at you- This wasn't a nice easy one, he was giving you the scariest looking guy in this damn tent!!

Dickhead!

Swallowing your nerves, you walked over clutching your clipboard like a lifeline. "Staff Sergeant König? I’ve been assigned as your primary nurse while you’re here my name is (Y/N)"

He nodded once, his expression unreadable as you felt like crying on the inside.

For a moment, there was silence, and then he spoke, his surprising light voice but carrying a hint of disapproval.

"White uniform," he said bluntly, pointing to you. "You’ll be a easy target, very stupid way to die Täubchen."

You blinked, caught off guard by whatever he just called yoh and the criticism. Your cheeks flushed, and you straightened your posture, annoyed.

You don't comment however, going on with routine as you examine him- He stares at you as you still can't really read his expressions.

As you turn to leave- you hear him again.

"See already blood.. not a good look-" You turn to see him pointing to your side were indeed there is a nice little red stain on your uniform most likely from when you had changed his bandage. You glare at him- Having heard about this stupid white uniform all damn day you sort of snap-

"Well, that ginger mustache isn’t doing you any favors either so shut up about the uniform-"

The moment the words left your mouth, you froze.

So did König

His hand instinctively went to his face, touching the wispy, ginger mustache he’d secretly been proud of. His ears turned red, and he opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

You, equally mortified over the snap remark which you regretted immediately, mumbled something about checking on another patient and hurried away leaving König sitting there stunned.

The next day, you returned to König’s cot, your white uniform replaced with standard-issue military scrubs.

You hesitated before approaching damn near hiding behind the curtain for a split second, clutching your clipboard like a shield. König for his part, was sitting up straight, his face now very clean-shaven.

You silently thank heaven that the ginger mustache was gone- showing a far cuter face then befkre.

You stared at each other for a moment, the air thick with awkwardness.

"Sorry-" König said first.

You blinked a bit surprised then let out a small, nervous laugh. "I should be the one apologizing first... I shouldn’t have said that about your mustache. That was unprofessional. Im really sorry"

König shook his head, his sort of stoic expression softened by a hint of embarrassment. "No, I... I shouldn’t have said youd die.. It was... rude."

There was a pause, and then you smiled faintly- clearly seeing how awkward he fucking was.

"For what it’s worth, the scrubs are probably a better choice. And... you look really cute." You didn't say without the mustache though.

König’s ears turned red again, but this time, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, Täubchen" he said quietly.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling softly. "That word, what does it mean?"

König paused for a second clearly going through his head for the translation.

"Eh.. Little Dove... cause of the white uniform you wore"

Your face flushed at this, as he gives a shy smile.

The tension between you eased, replaced by something either of you really knew what it was. But happy it was there.

Over the next few weeks, as you tended to his wound and König adjusted to life in the medical tent very well, mainly due to you- the two of you found yourselves talking more each visit or when König decided he needed to stretch his legs and would visit your station. You had grown to realize that König unreadable expressions was just a very awkward tendency- making him look scary when in reality he was trying to not walk away as fast as possible.

However it seemed the more you two talked the more at ease he was-

Which often ending up with the two of you in fits of giggles-

Like during one of the days when you were changing his bandages mildlessly chatting and at the nearest station a soilder and nurse started to fight with each other.

The nurse screaming out how he came back positive for a laundry list of sexual stds which he tested positive for and him throwing back he was sure she had given half of them to him. Turning into a screaming match of what they did or didn't do during sex as a weapon against each other for everyone to hear and see.

Slowly you reach over closing the curtain of the cot as if some sort lf way to block out the argument.

You two look at each other- König shoulders shaking as he had a hand over his face- you biting your lip to keep from starting to laugh, before the dam broke and you two hear it.

"I KNOW YOU FUCKED THAT DONKEY!" Be screamed out by the nurse- You and König falling over as you two silently laugh so hard you start to physically cry and König rolled to the floor shaking and laughing like a windex bottle.

It was the most fun either of you had in a while- somehow the harshness of war and blood seemed just a tiny bit easier when you guys were close.

By the time König was cleared to return to duty, you had been rushed to the other side of the medical tent seemingly helping out one of your superiors.

König’s standing there for a moment, Wondering if he should say anything.. Normally he would have just walked out and prayed to a silent God to never come back to this tent..

However that wasn't the case this time.. He may not like the tent, but he liked being with you in the tent.

König glanced out of the tent for a moment, then back at you.. for a second he turned to just leave and just accept he may never see you again. Till he heard you laugh at something it just made his chest do backflips.

He closed his eyes for a second- Willing himself as he walked over to you. Seeing you washing your hands at the sink set up- ignoring the blood going down the drain.

"(Y/N)-"

You look up to him and smile drying off your hands quickly.

"König! I'm glad to see you, I'd thought you'd left already" You say, happy to see him before you assume he ran back to the field.

"I am about to- But.." He hesitated for a moment, shifting his boots to the ground as you looked up to him raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to grab drinks?.. With me?" He managed out, stuttering a tiny bit as he did so as he mentally slapped himself- Looking to your face expecting rejection but instead you seem to light up giving him the biggest smile he'd ever seen that would forever be seered in his brain.

"I'd love to"

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forsworned · 1 year ago

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Okay, okay, hear me out . I neeed a y/n sweet innocent thing who works with 141 (probably computer shit) idk but she wanted to step out her shell & goes out drinking with the boys were she loses a bet with soap & he makes y/n wear a skimpy outfit like those " hot nurse or maid" outfits around the team for a day and it makes price and/or ghost go absolutely feral . The end. Please and thank you p s love your writing.

Author's note: You know normally I do not do these sort of requests because I think that the whole like oh y/n needs to dress in something slutty because she lost a bet schtick is like somewhat demeaning. Like I'm all for it happening to the 141 or whatever but, I put my own spin on it, so even if you don't enjoy it I will but thank you for supporting me anon <3 also screaming at the images I chose for this hahaha

Despite the fact that being in the military was a constant inner battle of not becoming a barrack bunny, it made it a bit easier knowing that 90% of the men were just straight-up fucking whores. So when you lose 7-6 in back-to-back rounds of Blackjack to Johnny, he thinks it's funny to propose a bet that leaves you practically bare-ass naked to every soldier on base.

"'ll be like wearin' a bikini." He says.

To which you can give him a piercing glare that sends an unpleasant shudder up his spine, but regardless he's laughing his ass off. It's not exactly an everyday occurrence that Johnny is winning bets against you so he's taking advantage of the opportunity to embarrass you just as much as you do him.

Wolf whistles and cat calls are heard from the common area that the 141 was currently lounging in, and their ears perk up at the sound of heels clicking against the floor.

"Hell's fuckin' bells, you really wore it, bonnie." Johnny eyes are twinkling and his grin is stretched from ear to ear when he gets a gander at you.

You're wearing the sluttiest maid outfit you could have ever conjured up from many, many, many Halloween's ago when you were in your Chicks Gone Wild Era (iykyk) and Price, Kyle and Simon are flabbergasted by your appearance. Kyle is dropping his spoon that he just stirred his coffee with, Simon is half turning the page to his book and Price just straight up chokes on his London Fog, sputtering it all over his MacBook.

"Fuck you." You mutter, plopping down on the couch next to Simon as you readjust the mobcap on your head. Your dress is riding up as you sit, but you cross your legs and Price is handing you a pillow to cover yourself up to which you sheepishly smile up at him and thank him.

"Why are ye complainin'? Y'look good, bonnie."

"You put her up to this?" Kyle asks, bewildered at the situation unfolding.

"Lookin' good, Serg!" A passing herd of soldiers call out to you as they chuckle amongst themselves and continue to whistle at you.

You shake your head and turn to Johnny with an exasperated look. "Is this what you wanted? To embarrass me?"

"It's not very becoming of you, Johnny." Price murmurs against his mug before taking a sip but it's evident that his face is reddening by the second by your scanty appearance.

"Oh, she does it to me all th' time!" Johnny throws his hands up in half frustration and half amusement.

But Simon on the other hand is silent. He doesn't really know what to say, but he's starting to feel the warmth rushing between his legs.

"L.t., thoughts?"

And Johnny knows exactly what the fuck he's doing while he's shooting him that shit-eating grin that makes Simon want to fucking bumrush the absolute shit out of the Scotsman.

Admittedly this has Kyle and Price's tongues poking their cheeks as they await his answer.

"Y'r a fuckin' slag, Johnny."

And that causes the room to erupt into laughter as you're all clapping your knees and keeling over. Johnny is slightly embarrassed by the jab, but nonetheless, is laughing along. It was nice to have a little laugh in the 141.

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goingsunnythousandmerry · 1 year ago

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Wound Care

First OneShot. Wrote it awhile ago and thought I’d share and see if I should continue.

Summary: Post Enies Lobby. Chopper is having you, a former nurse patch everyone up while he recovers.

Features: Zoro NSFW, Luffy NSFW/fluff

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, vaginal sex, pet names, inexperience, butt slapping, straddling, slight public/voyeurism. I don’t own these characters.

Wound Care-

Zoro and Luffy

It’s post Enies Lobby and Everyone has taken a beating. You are on the going Merry with the Crew helping them get patched up.You were a nurse before joining the crew and with Chopper still recovering his ability to move you are doing the treating on his orders.

First you take Chopper to the infirmary and get him patched up, then send him to evaluate everyone else. While you wait for your next patient you look in the mirror noticing the blood, dirt, sweat, and tears you are covered in. It was a brutal fight for the whole crew and you barely managed to get away. At this point you were hoping you and Chopper had enough supplies and antibiotics from keeping everyone's wounds from getting infected. To help your cause you try to wash up in the bathroom sink off the infirmary. You open a closet and find your old nurse uniform you brought as a joke to play on Sanji.

“Well it’s clean.” You say to yourself with a shrug and decide to change into the garment.

It was the cliche nurses uniform from back in the day, short white dress with a red plus sign on the right breast. There was a little hat, but you weren’t going to wear it. You had gotten stronger since you last wore it, so it was much more form fitting now. It was cutting lower than you remembered as the zipper wouldn't go up higher than half way up your large breasted chest. It was also hitting a lot higher on your legs than you recalled, barely covering your ass. You shrugged and again convinced yourself it was fine.

“At least it’s clean.” You whisper again with a sigh.

First you treated Nami who came down the stairs, saw you and broke down in a fit of laughter.

“Wow, Y/N you look ridiculous. Don’t let Sanji down here, you'd have to resuscitate him!”

“I just wanted a change of clothes and this was all I could find, but thanks for the advice, Nami.” You reply with a sigh.

You dress her wounds. The whole time she was snickering at your outfit and begging you to put on the little hat. You finally broke and did it, figuring your pride could handle it after the work you just put in, in battle. Nami laughed and thanked you. You asked her to go send for Zoro. As she used the stairs to leave the infirmary, she paused at the top of the steps before opening the door to leave.

“Y/N you look hot, you should dress like that more often!” She yelled back with a laugh and a wink as she opened the door and left.

Zoro

Suddenly the door loudly swung open. Down the steps came Zoro. He paused on the second steps when he saw you. Now Zoro didn’t come down laughing, but he did give you his ridiculously cocky smirk. He then refused to make eye contact with you as he entered the room. You thought you caught a glimpse of redness on his cheeks as he walked towards the patient bed. He sat on the edge of the patient bed while you prepped supplies.

While you prepared supplies, Zoro sat quietly looking at his hands. You could’ve sworn you felt eyes on you still, but whenever you looked at him, he was looking down with his arms folded and that slight cocky grin waiting for you to fix him up. You turned around to begin examining Zoro’s words and heard the door swing open. Down the steps came Chopper. Chopper immediately blushed at your outfit.

“Wow Y/N you look so official! I wish I had a doctor's coat, so we could really do this right!” He says with a swoon.

“Well, Chopper, I will see what material I can scrounge up when we get back to Water 7 and try to make you one? How does that sound?” You reply with a soft smile at the reindeer doctor.

“That wouldn’t make me feel like more of a doctor or anything, you jerk.” He responds as his cheeks light up pink and he begins dancing back and forth.

“Well if you two are just going to play dress up, I’ll go look for some celebratory sake.” Zoro griped.

“Hold it right there, Zoro. You need your wounds cleaned, stitched and patched up! Y/N get a set of vitals when you are done fixing him up, then give him a dose of these antibiotics.” Chopper responded.

“Yes, Doctor Chopper. I’ll get right on it.” You said with a smile as you watched the reindeer swoon and run off.

Zoro sat in silence while you prepared some hot water to clean his wounds.

Finally he broke the silence.

“My wounds aren’t even that bad, why do you need to clean and dress them? They will heal on their own, they always do.”

“Zoro, we all received a lot of open wounds in that battle, which means we are all more susceptible to infection. Meaning, we need to clean and dress them as soon as possible. This also means we will have to examine them regularly over the next few days and make sure we continue to keep them clean and dry, so they don’t get infected. I’ll go as fast as I can. However, if you don’t stop whining I’ll have to ask Chopper for a special exception, a shot of antibiotics in your ass...” You reply knowing the swordsman doesn’t love needles.

“Fine”

“Shirt off please Zoro.”

You scooted a stool in front of the swordsman. He winced as he took off his shirt. He had dried blood scattered across his chest. A few stitches had been pulled from when you patched him up after the fight at the Galley-La office. You rested an arm on his and examined his shoulders and neck for more wounds. He just kept staring down, trying a little too hard to resist the urge to stare at your cleavage.

You next examined his back. Mostly bruising, but you noticed a bit of dried blood. You knew his next shower would probably take that off if he didn’t let you get that far, like usual. You then looked at his pants and noted a rip to his upper thigh. You also needed to look closer at a cut at his hip stretching below his waistline.

“Zoro, I’m going to need pants off too. I have to look at these cuts, they look deep. What are they from?”

“Probably a rock from that giant stupid giraffe.” He says with a grunt.

Zoro rolled his eyes and slowly began reaching for the zipper of his pants. He continues to not make eye contact.

You sit back on your stool in front of him and just watch the show.

“You’re just going to watch me?”

“Yep.”

“First you’re all forward and ask me to take off my shirt and pants and now this? I didn’t come here to be a show for you.” Zoro says as he finishes unzipping and pulling off his pants.

You had guessed he would be a brief guy and well… you were right. You tried not to look too obviously, but his hips and abs without his haramaki were driving you wild. You couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath those briefs. You take a deep breath and begin soaking another cloth in your bowl of hot water.

“You came here because Chopper made you. Now, you and I both know if I take my eyes off you for a second you will walk off and go take a nap. Chopper will then yell at both of us. I don’t like being yelled at by Chopper. Forgive me for choosing the show. Sit your ass down.”

“I don’t need this. Some sake and a nap would fix me up better than you could.” Zoro retorts sitting down tossing his pants next to him.

You scoot your stool closer and grab the warm cloth out of the basin, pushing it against his leg wound. He squirms.

“They let you be a nurse? What kind of bedside manor is this?” He yells continuing to squirm.

“That’s it!” You say loudly as you stand up from your stool. You push the swordsman back flat against the bed and straddle him. His eyes widen and his whole body tenses underneath you. He grunts as he hits the bed.

“Listen here Zoro. I am cleaning, stitching, and dressing your wounds. I’ll do your leg wound last, because apparently, you are going to continue to kick and whine just like last time. This time, we try a new way, my way. I am going to sit on you and get this done, so you can’t go anywhere. Maybe that will help keep you still. Now shut your mouth and let me work.” You sternly respond as you begin cleaning the wound at his right hip.

“You really don’t think I can lift you off me?” Zoro replies sitting up on his elbows to look you in the eye. His cocky smirk returns and one of his eyebrows raises with inquiry.

“Try me.” You say, briefly making eye contact with him and smirking. You then pull a fresh warm cloth out of the basin and push it on one of his reopened finger pistol wounds on his chest.

“Ahh!” He yelped. Leaning back. After wincing he got back up on his elbows.

“I’ll be gentle if you stay quiet and still.”

You begin lightly scrubbing the dried blood off his wounds and chest. You hadn’t noticed the slight bit of rocking you were doing as you leaned forward into him to clean and lean back to reach beside you to soak your cloth.

Zoro got very quiet and stopped looking at you; he just looks down at his chest. You quickly finish wiping his chest, then do a quick rinse of his right arm.

“Perfect, all clean.” You say examining your work for a moment. You start to look around for your needle and thread. You put your arms on his and gently brush your hands down his arms as you look over his shoulders for your supplies. You continue to shift on his lap as you look. His breathing began to change.

You notice you left them on the rolling table holding your supplies. It must have been bumped when you decided sitting on him was the only way you were going to get this done. It was now up towards the end of the bed by Zoro's head.

“Are you done using me as your seat?” He said once again without looking at you.

“No. Not until I’m done stitching you up and dressing your wounds”.

You pushed him back down against the patient bed and leaned across him to reach the needle and thread. Struggling to grab the thread spool from your position you pawed at it. Not noticing your partially exposed breasts bouncing in the swordsman's face.

You finally grab it and sit back on Zoro’s lap smiling at your triumph to get the thread. When you sit back down however something is different. Zoro’s lap is more raised than before.

You stop looking at the needle and thread and instead glance up at the swordsman. He gets back up on his elbows. His jaw is clenched, his head is turned to the wall beside him, his eyes are closed, and a faint blush rests on his cheeks. He grunts.

“If it wasn’t for your rocking and leaning your chest in my face, everything would have been fine! He blurts, He opens his eyes and turns his head to you, putting his hands on your hips and he sits up fully.

You blush realizing what has happened. You look down at your pelvis one over the other and chuckle.

“Well Zoro here I was thinking you didn’t want your wounds treated. Turns out I was just treating the wrong one.” You say to him naughtily as you spread your legs wider over his rising bulge under his briefs.”

His expression softens and he makes one of his classic cocky smirks.

“Are you going to finally prove to me you can be a good nurse after all?” He whispers in your ear, placing a piece of hair behind it. His left arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer. His right pulls your chin up to his face.

He kisses you gently at first, but gets more eager as he feels your arms wrap around his neck and you kiss him back. He begins to push his tongue into your mouth. You allow it to enter and dance with yours. You begin to rifle fingers through his hair. His right hand dropping from your chin to the zipper on your chest.

“Finally time to get rid of this stupid costume.” he whispers.

He slowly starts kissing down your neck as you pull him closer, fingers still wrapped in his hair. His arms are pulling the dress off your shoulders.

“No bra. I thought so.” He says slowly alternating between kissing and biting your shoulder.

He pulls the dress to your abdomen. Making you moan in his ear. He chuckles at this. He drops one hand to your waist and the other begins playing with your breasts. You begin kissing his neck, lifting your hips up to pull the skirt of your dress up. Zoro’s mouth, now moving to suck and bite at your soft buds.

“Zoro” you barely muster out.

The hand that was playing with your breasts now drops to feel between your thighs. His mouth continues to work at your buds and his fingers rub up and down your slick folds. He stops nipping at your buds a moment to look up at him with a soft chuckle and smirk.

“And no underwear. My we are a naughty one aren't we? And dripping for me already?”

He drops both of his arms to your waist and lifts you off him enough, so he can lift his hips and take off his briefs. You smile intoxicated in him and his body. You rifle a hand through his hair. He moves his briefs and his long length emerges. He sits back down on the bed and sets you down on his lap. His long length hits your bell as he does.

“Well princess, we probably don’t have much time before Chopper comes back. How about we make this quick and revisit the rest later? He asks, starting to use 2 of his large fingers to circle your clit. He brings his lips back to smash against yours. His other hand moves his bulging length to start rubbing against your entrance.

“Zoro. Need you.” You say pulling your lips away from him to catch your breath.

He begins taking small nibbles down your neck to your breasts. You moan in his ear. He pulls off your breast and looks at you with a soft smile.

“As you wish, Princess.” He says slamming into you with no warning.

You jump and moan. It was startling and a bit painful, but he felt so good. He then starts slowly bouncing you on his cock, continuing to use one hand to circle your clit. As you smash your lips back into him. One of your hands feeling up his chest, the other thumbing the nape of his neck.

You begin to bounce on his cock as he starts to moan into your neck. Tits bouncing to tap his chin.

“Zoro.” You moan.

You push him back flat against the bed alternating between moving your hips in circles with his length inside you and bouncing up and down as you use his chest to support you. His cocky smirk returns as he watches you working to please yourself on his length. You lean over him and put your arms beside his. He wraps his arms around your hips and begins moving you at a pace of his choice. Your eyes begin to close as you start to feel the ecstasy building in your belly.

“Zoro.” You moan again.

“Not yet, princess.”

He pushes you back flat against the bed with ease, never leaving you as he does. He places one hand above your head and one on your breast. He kisses you and begins pounding you harder and faster. Your eyes start to cross. His length bottoms out in you. He was slamming you into this bed and not being quiet about it either. His hands moved to your hips to allow him more to grab. He moves his thumb down to place pressure on your clit rubbing with it while he pulls your hips closer into him. You can’t see straight.

“Zo…”

“Almost.” He says partially lifting your body off the bed.

You squirt all over his cock and feel it rush down your thighs. He finishes a few last thrusts through your ecstasy. Then, you feel his member quiver inside you and once again feel yourself dripping. He lies down on top of you for a moment before rolling over and pulling you across his chest.

“Y/N. you good?”

You swallow hard and move your hair out of your face. Still not sure if you can speak.

“Yeah.” You say with a silent laugh as you try to catch your breath.

“I think doing that again will help my recovery. Doctors orders.” He says with a smirk as you lay on his chest.

He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and looks down at you. You look at him, but close your eyes and nestle your head further into his chest in exhaustion.

“BID and PRN for the foreseeable future.” You reply.

Suddenly you hear the door start to open and a voice yell.

“Y/N, Zoro you okay down there? We heard a loud crash and were worried! Zoro wasn’t letting you dress his wounds again, was he?” Chopper yells from the top of the steps.

In all your fun you hadn’t noticed the rolling tables of your medical supplies had toppled over. Fortunately, Chopper hadn’t walked down the steps far enough to see the state you and Zoro were in. Zoro, naked flat on his back on the patient bed. You straddling his leg, laying naked on top of him. Both of your legs, soaked with juices from your activities. Your clothes all over the floor and medical supplies on the ground beside you. You quickly sat up, placing your hands on Zoro’s chest. You swallow hard. Zoro places his hands on your hips trying not to laugh. He takes in the view of your bare breasts once again.

“Everything’s fine. Y/N just needs to work on her bedside manner.” Zoro yells with a laugh.

You look down at the swordsman with wide eyes. He reaches back and squeezes your ass. You try not to moan as your sensitive spot rubs against his leg.

“Thanks Doctor Chopper. Patient is almost done down here. Ready the next one!”

Chopper turns around and shuts the door.

You quickly hop off Zoro and off the patient bed. You pull your dress down and zip up the top. Zoro sits up and moves to the side of the bed. He grabs your waist, reaching past you to the counter for a towel. He begins cleaning between your legs. You take a deep breath as he does. He then lets go and begins cleaning himself. You pull your hair out of your dress and brush through it with your fingers. You turn around to look at him as he pulls back on his briefs. You put your arms on Zoro’s chest.

“My bedside manner?”

“ Yeah. it got better but still needs some work.” He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.

“I still have to stitch those up, you know?” You say pointing at his wounds.

“Not this again.” Zoro groans.

Luffy

Luffy skipped his way down the stairs, barely noticing you as he jumped on the patient bed. You are working at the counter back turned to him as you prepare supplies for patching his wounds.

“Hey Y/N. How’s it going down here? Chopper says it’s my turn. Got any snacks while I wait?”

“Hey Luffy, sorry no food here. Let me just finish prepping my wound cleaning supplies.” You reply over your shoulder.

“But Y/N. I’m hungry and that’s going to help me to heal more than cleaning my wounds anyway!”

You turn around setting the bowl on the rolling table next to Luffy. Then reach for a stool and roll it in front of him. He looks at you with a disappointed expression as you smile at him. He then looks you up and down.

“Y/N what are you wearing? Cool costume! Do I get one?”

“Sorry Luffy, you actually have to take your shirt off. I need to look at your wounds, especially that shoulder.”

“Then do I get a snack?”

“Sorry Luffy, we will have to wait on Sanji for that. You’ll also have to let me get this done first.”

“Fine.” He sighs and takes off his shirt. “You better get Sanji to make me something really good though.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Alright Luffy first just have to clean these, so we can get a good look.” You say as you place the warm damp cloth against his shoulder. Your other arm resting on his crossed ones.

“OW OW OW!” he yells, moving your hands away to reach for his shoulder.

“Sorry, Luffy!” You say gently resting your hands on your lap in front of you. You look at him and shake your head.

“That hurt more than when I got it!”

“Luffy, we have to get these clean or they could get infected!” You say as your reach for his hand that is clenching his wound, you bring it to his lap. “I’m not trying to hurt you! You add as you give his hand a squeeze.

You resoak your cloth in the basin beside you. You then place a hand on his arm near his wound.

“Are you ready? Can I go again?” You ask as you get ready to clean the wound with your cloth.

“Yes.” he says, gripping his knees with both hands.

You gently dab the front edge of his shoulder wound with the warmed cloth.

“Damn it Y/N! That stings.” He says squirming.

“Luffy you and Zoro are the only people I know who can take it in a fight, but when it comes to getting your wounds dressed and cleaned you act like babies. This is your last chance! Stay still!”

“Fine.”

You soak the cloth a third time and before you can even get the cloth to Luffy’s arm he moves.

“Luffy! That’s it!”

You hop on the table and straddle your captain.

“If you can’t stay still I will have to make you.”

“What are you doing Y/N?”

You drop the cloth in the water and grab his arms by the wrists slowly bringing them around your waist.

“Wrap your arms around me and squeeze when it stings, okay? I can take it.” You smile at him.

You start to clean his shoulder wound and the squeezing trick seems to help. There however were a few things you didn’t account for. The first being Luffy screaming in your ear. The second being how much you liked having your captain’s arms wrapped around you. He was warm and tender with his touch, yes he was using them to cover pain, but there was something soft about them.

You finished cleaning his shoulder wound. Regretting starting with his worst wound as you liked being held by him.

“Alright, Luffy. These next ones shouldn’t be as bad. I’m going to move on to your chest and your finger pistol wounds.”

Luffy lightly keeps his arms wrapped around you looking down at his chest watching you work. You soak your cloth and begin cleaning, rinsing and soaking your cloth repeatedly as you go, not noticing the rocking motion you were doing on Luffy’s lap as you went.

You finished wiping up the last bit of dried blood and turn to drop your cloth in the bowl next to you.

“All done with that part!”

“Oh do you want me to let go of you now?” Luffy questions with a slight hint of sadness in his voice.

“You can if you wan’t, but you don't have to. I still have to do your stitches, so I figure I’ll stay here to help you stay still. That typically is a bit worse than the cleaning, so squeeze if you need.” You say with a nod. You begin looking over his shoulders for your needle and thread. You move your arms to rest on top of his. Moving him as you look. You also begin to stroke up and down his arms as you look around him for your supplies.

“Okay.” Luffy says with a giggle as he watches you look around.

“Now where did I put that needle and thread?” You ask yourself as you move your arms to his chest.

“Uh. Y/N. I think you left them on the table behind me.”

“Thank you! You push him down by the chest, so he is laying flat on the bed. You lean over him to reach for your supplies. It takes a moment as the thread spool is just out of reach. You don’t notice your half exposed breasts dancing in Luffy’s face as you do this. Finally you grab the spool and sit back on his lap.

Only this time something is different. You are slightly raised.

Luffy sits on his elbows and looks at you.

“Huh. What’s going on?” He questions.

It dawns on you that you were just rocking on his lap and had accidentally stuck your breasts in his face. You blush and grab Luffy’s arms to gently slide off his lap. You embarrassingly turn away from Luffy and wrap your arms around your chest.

“Y/N wait.” He reaches an arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry Luffy, it was my fault. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” You reply as you squeeze yourself harder, stepping out of his reach.

“Uncomfortable? Y/N? I liked you on top of me. That’s why… I think it happened.” He says putting his arm behind his head and smirking looking at you.

You look over your shoulder at him.

“But Luffy, I…”

“I heard Sanji and Usop talk about it once. I was just slow because I've never been in that situation.” Luffy adds as he rubs the back of his head with a grin.

“Oh. Well I.” You turn to face him, still hugging yourself. You were wishing your arms were his, but you knew your captain really didn’t seem interested in girls or anything other than meat and being king of the pirates. You didn’t have a lot of experience in this area anyway, and assumed he didn’t either. You always thought of your captain differently from the rest of the crew. You liked being with him more than the others. You liked the feel of his touch. You thought if he did ever show an interest in a girl, you hoped it would be you.

“Did you not like it?”

“No. Luffy. I…”

He stretched his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You place your arms on his. He’s looking at you smiling, but you can’t look him in the eye.

“Y/N. Can I kiss you?”

You look up at him shocked. You just nod.

He pulls you closer into his chest. He puts a hand under your chin pulling your lips right in front of yours. You close your eyes waiting for him to kiss you, but he stops himself.

“Wait, are you saying yes because I’m your captain or because you want to? I only want to if you want to?” He asks with a confused expression on his face letting one arm go behind his head and the other rest on your lower back.

You look at him and wrap your arms around his neck letting your lips tell him your answer. He pulls you in close.

“Y/N. I think that’s just what my wounds needed to heal!”

You chuckle resting your forehead against his.

“Let's go eat, then maybe do more of this later?”

“Fine, but I have to stitch you up first!”

“Ah Y/N! Can’t we be done?!”

#one piece smut #zoro smut #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro smut #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #zoro x you #luffy x you #one piece scenario #one piece fanfiction #opla #luffy smut #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro

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mooniema · 3 months ago

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Se-mi x reader hcs

pairing ; Se-mi x f!reader

summary ; just some hcs of mine of what a relationship with Se-mi would be in a world, where she never participated in the games

warnings ; shitty writing i guess and she might be a little ooc idk

a/n ; why do they always kill the wuh luh wuhs

Men dni

Before your relationship:

When you first saw her, your breath was taken away by how cool she was

Not only her appearance with her pretty face, effortlessly styled hair, cool outfits, piercings on her face and rings on her fingers, but also her whole demeanor and vibe

It's no surprise, it was hard for you to approach her

When you finally managed to talk to her, you quickly found out, that she isn't as intimidating as her looks make it seems. Atleast not to you

You quickly developed a fat crush on her, after you started spending a lot of time with her (typical wlw behaviour)

You didn't think she would like you back, especially cause she still seems distant and never really opens up to you, although you noticed that she seems to have some problems with how troubled and stressed she often is

She, on the other hand, didn't confess, because she doesn't want you to get involved with her debt

But one night, when you both were in a bar and drunk, she saw someone else trying to make a move on you, she couldn't resist interfering

Especially cause you looked uncomfortable

That night, you two talked a lot and it ended with drunken confessions and you sleeping at her place, where she woke you up with breakfast

One week after that, she took you out on a date and you two got together

In your relationship:

Your first date would be a rather calm one

She´d come to your home to pick you up with your favorite flowers and then she´d go shopping with you and take you somewhere nice to eat afterwards

She is a very affectionate and caring lover

Doesn´t matter if its in public or in private, dhe always finds a way to be close to you and touch you

She doesn´t mind pda at all if it´s not straight up making out in front of other people

If you do pda or not all depends on you and your boundaries

In private she is even more touchy and clings onto you often

She just really likes being near you and feeling your skin under her touch

She is also a very protective person, when it comes to your loved ones

If someone makes you uncomfortable, she will be by your side in a matter of seconds, her arm around your shoulders and shamelessly flirting with you

If they don´t get the hint then she´ll get more blunt about it and if they don´t stop by then, she starts threatening them

While she knows you can handle yourself, she´d rather handle creeps herself

She is also someone, who doesn´t get really jealous

After all she is a very confident person and she trusts you

But she does prefer it, if your attention is on her

If you don´t pay enough attention to you, she´ll be a lot more flirty and touchy towards you to get your attention

Arguments with her are rather rare

And even if you both do have a disagreement, she tends to stay calm and collected, rarely snapping on you

If she does notice that you are getting more heated, then she´ll convinve you, that you should both talk again once you have calmed down

Once you are calm again, she´ll sit down with you to talk calmly about the situation

If she is in the wrong, she´ll quickly apologize to you and makes it up to you

Her main love languages are physical touch and quality time

Acts of service:

She really enjoys doing little things for you like tying your shoe laces, going out at night to get you your favorite snacks, bringing your favorite drink everywhere so you stay hydrated or holding your bags, when you want to go shopping, she got you covered

If she notices, that you are stressed, she´ll surprise you with a nice bath and wash your hair and will also try to help you with the task, thats stressing you out

Will also definitely nurse you back to health when you are sick

Quality time:

She really loves this one

Spending time with you is one of the things, that keeps her grounded

When spending time with you and going on dates, she really likes to do the more fun ones like going to an amusement park, but she also likes stuff like movie nights with you, where you can both relax together in your home

She also just enjoys being around you, while you two do different things

Physical touch:

Girl is soooo touchy

Always finds a way to touch you somehow

Her touch is so gentle like you are glass, which is easy to break

Her kisses are soft, but also passionate, although they tend to get a little fast paced if things get heated

Making out with her, she is not afraid to mark you

Leaving hickeys, that are hard to cover

She also likes to bury her hands in your soft hair, while making out

Gift giving:

She loves giving you little gifts and often comes home with flowers in her arms or a nice little bracelet for you

One time she gifted you a CD, which contains songs, that she played for you (i feel like she would play guitar)

Words of affirmation;

She is really good with words, knowing just how to cheer you up and motivate you

Your number 1 biggest supporter

She always makes sure you know, how loved you are and that she is always by your side and here to help you with your dreams

#wlw #squid game x reader #lesbian #wuh luh wuh #squid game #se mi squid game #se mi x reader #player 380 #headcanons #writers on tumblr

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faerievampling · 1 year ago

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Threads

AO3

Warnings: 18+. handjob. body worship.

Pairing: Astarion x Female Tav

Summary: Astarion pulls you aside after getting distracted by your new outfit. Focused on Astarion's POV and pleasure.

Word Count: 1k

Authors Note: I just really couldn't get this out of my head. I'm a perv but I hope you enjoy!

Astarion curses at himself as his gaze wanders over to your chest again. You had recently gotten new threads for the whole party, which everyone was happy about.

Except Astarion.

It’s not like he was actually unhappy with the new clothing. On the contrary, he rather liked his new clothes, and he knew he looked handsome. Karlach had been giving him the real shy side eye after the camp fashion show (that you had insisted on, of course).

But the outfits you chose were flattering. So flattering, in fact, that every person in camp was eyeing you, just as eagerly as Astarion was, to see the soft, plush curve of your breasts highlighted by the low-cut style of the shirt you wore.

As his eyes linger on your flesh, which he knew tastes so sweet, you laugh, causing your breasts to sway. Astarion’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels his cock twitch. He then immediately looks to see the source of your amusement, and is simply annoyed to find that it is Gale.

Who, of course, looked like he was doing his best to not stare at your inviting chest. Astarion reluctantly gives the wizard credit for trying.

Astarion can’t stop thinking about the new underclothes you purchased. He wonders if you’re wearing them right now.

Astarion decides that he needs to get you away from all the prying eyes of camp, to get you alone. For research, he tells himself. Because the more he thinks about it, the more he needs to know what panties you’re wearing.

“Come here, my love,” Astarion places a hand on your waist, which quickly shifts your attention away from Gale and onto him, where he thinks it should be. You smile so sweetly at him and his cock twitches again, reminding him of his urgency to get you alone.

Astarion’s defenses are down because he can’t stop staring at your breasts. Astarion knows that you notice, because besides that he’s being rather obvious about it, he hears the quickening pace of your heart beat, and he sees the blood rushing to your cheeks.

He also knows your blood is rushing to your cunt. Surely you're swollen, so soft and warm, and he wonders if you'd already be ready for him if he were to wrap you around his cock.

“Oh? And what is this about?” You ask as Astarion leads you away from the center of camp, away from those lustful eyes that aren’t his own.

Astarion merely looks back and gives you a devious smile before you both enter the tent. Astarion turns to you, and gods, you are beautiful.

Astarion places a finger on your shoulder, tracing down the cut of your shirt. “I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you, darling. I didn’t bring you here to talk.” The words leave his teasing lips just as they crash against your own.

Astarion breathes your scent in, so clean and sweet, and his fingers are quick to find the laces of your shirt. Once your breasts are free, Astarion sighs in relief as he can finally see your perfect nipples.

He pulls off his own shirt in a flurry, eager to nurse your breast, to be close to you and drink you in. His lips flick at you, and after suckling you for a moment, he kisses his way down to your hip bone.

Astarion can’t stop thinking about the panties again. He needs to see them, and they are so close…he’s on his knees now, and almost like a prayer, looks up to you and silently tells you that it’s okay. That he’s okay.

When Astarion kisses your skin, it is you he tastes, not a stranger. Your scent is so unique, and he practices his little tricks of staying in the moment: focus on the tangible things.

Right now, the tangible thing he is focused on are your underclothes. You had gotten several new colors today: would they be the emerald green ones? Pure white? The lacy pink?

Astarion slides off your bottoms and lays you on your back, lowering himself as he admires your choice of underclothes: the secret you had been hiding was silky and pink, embroidered with a little rose near the waistband. Cute.

The color reminded him of the color of your delicious lips, and that color reminds him of your spread folds…he rather likes the panties, he thinks.

He wanted you so badly. Freeing himself from his trousers, Astarion spreads your legs with his knees, lowering himself to plant a kiss on the top of your clothed mound.

As you moan, Astarion strokes himself with one hand while the other grasps your thigh. His lips are still pressed to your mound, and he begins to breathe you in, to breathe in your desire.

Your cunt is so wet it begins to seep into your panties. If you weren’t so flushed with desire and desperate for Astarion’s touch, you might have been embarrassed.

Astarion lowers his lips and presses them right on your clit, causing you to moan from the slight pressure. When Astarion moves to kiss your entrance, he is met with wet cloth, causing him to whimper and moan your name.

Pressing his nose to your clit, Astarion breathes you in. Precum is dripping down his hand and onto the bedroll, but he doesn’t care - that’s future Astarion’s problem.

Present Astarion’s main concern was if it was a good idea to slide your panties aside and finally stuff his cock in you. After inhaling the scent of your primal need again, he finally decides he will.

Astarion slides your panties aside, still pumping his cock in his hand. As he eyes your folds, your entrance, and swollen wet clit, he loses himself entirely, long strings of come spurting from his cock as his balls contract at the mere sight of you.

When Astarion told you that you were a vision, he’d meant it.

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niamh-writes-things · 11 months ago

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hang on a sec, what if instead of dead boy detectives we had vampire boy detectives!

Edwin's circumstances of death would have to be different of course, but Charles can have the same but instead of chilling and waiting for him to die Edwin bites him.

as undead beings they can still see ghosts and all and therefore still try to help them. their reasoning is that they are trying to balance out the evil they do when biting people. they probably have a policy of only biting animals or proper bad guys like murderers and abusers and people who are dicks to women, and they probably steal from the hospital every so often. as much as i like my crazy murder guys, edwin and charles just arent like that, they would want to avoid biting people as much as possible and try to avoid it until they absoloutely have to.

this would make the dynamic with Esther really interesting. she would probably say something like "how are we any different, you feed on the blood of humans, killing them, and my snake feeds on little girls, killing them and giving me beauty!" and instead of an iron cane and an iron collar it's silver. when charles has to go into the snake pit he can just smell all the blood from the girls and he can have a mini crisis.

also they would probably have to rent a room because people can actually see them. jenny probably just thinks theyre fellow alternative people. niko and crystal would definately be a bit afraid, but warm up to them. the interactions with the cat king would have much more tension and stuff.

the story would probably get much darker as our boys actively kill people, but the threat of the knight nurse and edwin returning to hell wouldnt be there. it would probably be replaced with what if one of them is staked, or if we still want the night nurse, she's after them because they werent supposed to be turned, they were supposed to di and go to their seperate afterlifes and she's trying to trick them into goingt to their afterlifes anyway via some kind of magic or a deal with death or something. again with the show being darker, maybe when theyre on a case theres a guy whom was accidentally killed by his abusive father and charles goes a bit mental on him.

charles still gets his crisis because hey, his dad enjoyed inflicting pain on others and he feeds on blood which causes pain so are they the same? can he ever really be a good person as a vampire? is he a horrible person like his dad was?

OOOh and clothes! edwin can keep his outfit because he just isnt comfortable in modern clothes but charles probably embraces the campire aesthetic and goes even more punky than he already is

guys i'm gonna be honest i just really like vampires and i really like dbd and now i need to write a new fanfic

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millersamour · 4 months ago

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i don't want the world to see me - frankie morales x reader

A/N: this is totally me procrastinating school work and projecting onto fictional characters

just a lil something i wrote in November and totally forgot about it amidst all my finals so here ya go!

...is this whump?

Summary: Seasonal depression is kicking both of your asses and Frankie starts spiraling. You're about to give up on your crush when Frankie calls you to confess some things.

Warnings: frankie is big sad in this one, talk of addiction, mention of suicide, pining, idiots in love, angst, frankie and mc both have depression/SAD, no smut, it's all sad/fluff folks

word count: 1.9k

love the goo goo dolls <3

"And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am"

It's metronomic at this point. October arrives with a gust of wind carrying a despair that is only attractive this time of year.

It's always been a struggle for Frankie, the space between September and January: creating a perfect void that always consumes whatever success he thinks he's making.

He knew isolation was the catalyst. His therapist had said so on multiple occasions. But it was easy to do. It was easy to hide, trying to mask the irritability and the ache he felt in his ribcage.

He'd started a new job over the summer, night shift security at some storage place downtown. Now, it was even easier to snooze his alarm until the sun was low on the horizon, and the moon was slowly creeping in. But the work was good. He was awake most nights anyway, fighting off nightmares and the desire to self-medicate.

He liked to keep busy.

But it also gave him new excuses—reasons why he ignored Pope's repeated calls, Will's texts, and all of Ben's voicemails. He pretended it was his schedule that made it impossible for him to make it to movie nights at Santi's or any of Benny's fights. It had been almost a month since he'd sat at the bar, nursing a sprite, and watching as you played pool with the other guys.

Watching as your sister clung to Pope and glared at any guy who even looked at you. Frankie liked Lisa. She was a nurse and a single mother, which made her equivalent to a saint. But Frankie didn't think that Lisa was his biggest fan. He knew that her ex had similar issues to his own; that's why she was raising her son on her own. But Frankie had been upfront and honest since South America.

And he'd been completely sober for the last year.

But it was October, and Frankie was feeling lonelier than usual.

He was thankful that he worked most nights, sitting behind a desk, glancing at the cameras between episodes of The Office that he played from his phone.

However, it was Friday night, and Frankie had the night off.

He sat in the parking lot, listening to the music playing faintly from the speakers of his idling ranger. The rain pattered softly against his windshield, and he sighed, momentarily pulling his standard oil cap off to run his fingers through his curls.

He glanced back down at his outfit, dark wash jeans, and a dark blue hoodie. He checked the time again; 8:07 pm.

He knew they would be there, at the bar. They would all be around their usual table, Pope and Lisa laughing and whispering between each other. Ben and Will would probably be arguing about whatever Christopher Nolan movie Benny was obsessed with now.

Then there would be you. Smiling and laughing along, your eyes shining brightly as you argued with the boys or scolded your sister for sharing an embarrassing childhood memory.

The thought made Frankie smile.

But he still couldn't leave the parking lot. He could already hear the chastising, the way Pope would lower his voice and ask Frankie if he was okay. The way he knows, they would frown at any attempt he makes to conceal his issues with humor. The way you'd order soda all night and smile gently when you caught his eye.

It was a mutual understanding, a real friendship that you'd developed. But Frankie wanted more.

Your fingers dragged along the rim of your glass. You sighed gently because it was almost nine and Frankie hadn't shown up once again. It was the third Friday in a row, the third week in a row that he hadn't answered any messages, aside from the vague proof of life text he'd sent the group chat.

It was the same routine you'd had since moving in with your sister. It was how you met the guys: tagging along to the bar as Lisa's younger sibling. Her twenty-eight-year-old sibling, but younger nonetheless. Which had felt embarrassing at first, like you were a child without their own friends. But you knew now that Benny and Frankie enjoyed your company.

So, you'd spent most nights over the summer laughing with the Millers before making your way over to the bar to get a refill and get what little you could out of the former pilot.

But it was October now. And you could feel the time dragging on, watching the clock and forgetting to eat. The bar was a relief. a relief from work, from the mess of your personal life, and from the feelings that were a little too overwhelming lately.

But it was Frankie that you were excited to see each week, counting down the days and rewatching the office so that you could slip in a reference since he'd mentioned liking the show last time you'd spoken.

You had thought he also enjoyed your company. Santi had mentioned more than once that getting to know Frankie was difficult.

You knew he had been in the military and that they'd lost a friend not that long ago, Lisa didn't know much about what happened there either. You knew that he was sober. He'd offered a few details about his family, talking about his older sister and his nephews. He talked about his favourite songs and, if you got lucky, what it was like to fly.

He only talked about flying when it got really late, and it was just the two of you left, standing outside the bar in front of your car. His eyes would shine, and you'd see the tears on his waterline right before he blinked them away. You knew he had to have felt it too. The few nights where you'd stared into each other's eyes and admitted things you'd never told anyone else. And it had only been a few months, but you were stupidly in love with Frankie, and you'd shown up three Fridays in a row for the guy.

You were starting to lose patience. You could be at home, with a pizza, your cat, and Buffy. You finished off the diet coke you'd ordered and stole a few more fries from the table before hugging everyone goodbye, letting your shoulders drop as soon as you stepped into the parking lot.

You crossed the pavement to your little car, turned the key in the ignition, and waited for your phone to connect to the car's Bluetooth, just as the sound of your ringtone suddenly blared through your speakers, making you jump before seeing Frankie's name across your lock screen.

You panicked for a moment, realizing it was a FaceTime call, and you frantically checked your appearance in the rearview mirror before taking a deep breath and answering.

You answered and Frankie breathed a sigh of relief. You were sitting in your own car. Frankie knew you'd just left the bar. He could tell by the flush of your cheeks. You sat in silence for a moment, and he wondered if you had missed him the same way he missed you.

"Frankie?" You speak timidly into the receiver.

His name snaps him from his thoughts, focusing on the confused look on your face as you stared into your phone.

"Hey baby," it comes out rough like he hasn't spoken in a while, and he clears his throat before speaking again. "You headin' home?"

You lick your lips and nod.

"I was waiting for you." It comes out so quietly he almost misses it at first. But he catches the way your voice trembles as you pull your phone away from your face.

He sighs, a deep frustrated sound.

"Fuck baby…" He pulls his hat off, holding it over his face and groaning before placing it back on his head. "I'm really fucking this up. Aren't I?"

"What happened, Fish?"

And suddenly, for the first time in a long time, Frankie cries like a fucking baby.

The sound of Frankie crying has you panicking.

"Holy shit-Frankie- what's wrong?" It all rushes out, almost incoherently, "Where are you?"

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and you can hear him sniffle before he responds.

"At home... just sittin' in my car," he clears his throat again, "I was going to be there tonight, at the bar, but I just... I couldn't."

"Where'd you go, Frankie?" You bite the inside of your cheek and debate your next question, "It's been three weeks and you haven't said anything."

"I know, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to explain it to you."

"It's one thing that you disappear on me, Morales, but it's even worse when everyone, including my own sister, is clearly aware of something that I don't know."

You watch as his head falls back against the seat.

"I've been sober for almost a year now." He declares the fact like it's something you're unaware of.

"Yeah, Frankie, I know."

"The last time I relapsed was last October," he huffs. "This time of year, y'know. It's part of the reason I started in the first place, with the drugs."

He pauses for a moment, and it hits you—what he's trying to say.

Without meaning to, you let out a soft giggle, and it's like you can feel Frankie's panic through your phone.

"Oh-fuck, Frankie, I'm sorry," You pull the phone closer to your face, "Are you trying to say that this whole time you've been avoiding everyone is because you're depressed?"

He's quiet again.

"...Yes?"

It's your turn to start crying.

"Whoa baby, what's wrong?" Frankie watches as you wipe the tears from your eyes, laughing at yourself.

"Frankie, I don't drink because I'm on antidepressants. It's the whole reason I moved back in with Lisa." You explain.

His brows furrow, and the look in his eyes, sad and tired, makes you wanna wrap your arms around him.

"Are you mad?"

"How could I be angry, Frankie. Honestly, I don't think you realize that it isn't that surprising."

He cocks his head to the side. "Whaddya mean?"

"Well I kinda figured, this time of year is hard for people like us."

"People like us?" He asks.

You bite your lip, considering your next words.

"I know what it's like when everyone in your life thinks that your biggest enemy is yourself." You pull your knees up to your chest and sigh. "Last winter I ended up in the ER."

Frankie's eyes widen for a moment.

"It wasn't on really on purpose. But it was right after the holidays. I wasn't talking to my parents and my roommate was out of town."

You pause for a moment.

"I was drinking a lot. Just way too much..." You huff. "So I get it, the not wanting to be around people..." You trail off, hoping he understands.

"It got worse and then my license got suspended." He speaks quietly at first, "I got into pills in college, y'know just trying to stay awake. But I kicked that before I went to boot camp."

You nod, silently urging him on.

"But the nightmares were getting bad. I'd been clean almost fifteen years. But I wasn't getting any sleep." He groans, like it hurts to say it out loud and you know it's something he hasn't told many people. "I started overcompensating, because it made me feel good. It helped me do my job. I needed to be able to do my job."

His eyes are sad, and tired. You've seen that same look in yourself.

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me, Frankie. We've all got shit. Bad things happen. Sometimes we're the ones who do bad shit. But you don't gotta be alone just because you're hurting."

He smiles, the corner of his lip quirking upwards. "Would you be up for grabbing a late dinner?"

"Text me the address." You bite your lip, holding back a smile, "And hey, Frankie?"

"Yea?"

"I'm really glad you called."

"Me too."

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