#mad trigger crew x reader

[xkotaro16o]

Hi, Love ❤ may I've headcanon for my lovely ichiro and our bad boy samatoki with, sexy 👙👠💋 model (fem s/O) . Please 😭😭🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏❤❤❤🌹💋💋.

Your writing is really beautiful 😍✨❤, oh, yes one more thing s/o is a model from abroad. If you don't mind, don't forget to take care of your health dear 💕🥰💕

—𝙷𝚢𝚙𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚌'𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵!𝚂/𝙾 𝚆𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍—

Summary: Headcanons where a few Hypmic men are dating with a F!S/O who's a sexy model from abroad.

Pairing: Yamada Ichiro x F!S/O, Aohitsugi Samatoki x F!S/O.

CW: Fluff, N/SFW, slight comfort, praising, dirty talk, oral (S/O receiving), marking, riding, cursing, grammatical error, OOC.  

A/N: AHHHH I PUT SFW & N/SFW KSJRGBSEGBSJEG ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ I hope u like this CZ IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I WRITE THEM AHHHHH KEJGBNAJGNAJWGANW ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

—𝚈𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘—

SFW

This man is literally your biggest simper and fans. He even have all of your collections in his room! Supportive, very supportive. You launch a new photobook? Guess what? He has it already. Ichiro can stare at your picture and like, "Oh man, I'm so lucky".

But, wait, you're from abroad? That's cool actually. At first, he didn't really know a thing about models outside Japan (he's a guy who's more into anime, manga, and comic things), not until you became his girlfriend. Now, he knows.

He gets blush whenever the two of you go on a date and he loves to praise you. Like come on, you deserve it because you're gorgeous.

Having a problem with language barrier? He'll learn your language and he'll teach you Japanese! If you don't know about Japanese models and cosplay, he'll be the one who introduces it to you.

"Hey, how's the photoshoot? Lookin' forward to the results!~"

N/SFW

Oh my, how sweet of Ichiro. He loves to praise and worship every single thing about you body. No, don't be insecure. He likes everything about you, including your body and your personality of course.

This man takes his time to devour your body and touch it. He feels so freaking lucky at the moment. How could a gorgeous woman like you could be his girlfriend?

Taking his time, praising you over here and there, He loves to eat you out as well, savoring you. Relax right there, S/O, because he'll do the work for you.

Now now, sometimes he's still in awe every time he sees your naked body, it's still unbelievable for him. He thinks your body is just perfect.

"Babe... You taste amazing..."

—𝙰𝚘𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚒—

SFW

So, you're a model from abroad? No, he was actually not that surprised when he saw you. Come on, dear, you look hot, amazing, look at that body, and you're a model all along? He's not surprised. But hey, he loves to show you off, can't he be proud of his own girlfriend?

Samatoki is of course a supportive boyfriend. But unlike Ichiro who has all of your collections type of guy, he sees your magazine physically somewhere else? He buys it. So basically he doesn't collect all of your collections. Of course he's very happy every time you show him the results of your photoshoot!

Same as Ichiro, he didn't really know about models especially from abroad. he's a busy yakuza after all. But then when he met you, now he knows, not much but enough. Not to mention he uses your picture as his phone's wallpaper. So whenever he's busy, he takes a glance at his phone (how sweet).

Language barrier? He'll struggle at first, but willing to learn for you! Do you want to learn Japanese? Sure, he's not the best teacher because... Well... You know him. But at least he tries his best!

"You look hot in every pictures, babe."

N/SFW

Ah, this man. He definitely worships your body and loves to mark you as well. Not just that but seeing you beneath him while he's fucking you and your breasts are moving up and down? That makes him goes feral.

But not just that, you want to ride his dick? Do it. He loves seeing your beautiful body and face above him. He might squeeze your breast and stare at your lewd face.

Not to mention Samatoki loves to dirty talk beside your ear about how hot your body is and hot its react to his touches. Especially after he left a few marks all over your body, damn.

He doesn't mind you do the work for him, but now, just sit back and let him praise you because he's going crazy over your body and your face.

"Fuck... Look at ya, lookin' so fuckin' gorgeous~"

I DO NOT OWN ALL OF THE CHARACTERS & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[mtc-4life]

Hi there!! I adored your Samatoki & Rio hcs with an s/o w anxiety problems!! I stan MTC with all my heart ^_^!! I suffer from agorophobia with panic attacks, and reading those made me feel happy <3 May I request Jyuto hcs w an s/o (gender neutral), helping them manage their anxiety disorder and helping them to go outside, accompanying them to places? Tysm <333 and have a great day!!

｡ﾟ･ Jyuto with an anxious S/O who struggles to go outside - Headcanons ･ ｡ﾟ

✩ Warning: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

From the same request: Samatoki / Rio / Jyuto

☆ Author’s notes: Hey, I have been gone for so long due to my own struggles, so I'm glad you take comfort by reading my stuff. ♥

• When Jyuto met you, he thought nothing could take you down. Your great skills at the investigation department made you look like you were at the top of your game.

• Life went on and you two fell in love. You used to show him only your professional side, yet your work persona was starting to fade in front of him. Your vulnerabilities were becoming more and more evident.

• As much as feeling in love with him made you happy, you couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when Jyuto finally noticed your anxiety issues. He was so into you; he surely didn’t imagine how small you felt about this.

• Now you’ve been dating for a while and Jyuto could tell you often felt worried, yet at first, he imagined it could be due to trivial problems, as it happens to himself.

• However, at some point, a very delicate situation was part of your investigations and he noticed something was indeed not okay. Ordinary problems seemed amplified by your mind now that you had to deal with such a touching scenario.

• And you knew it was becoming obvious to Jyuto. You told him not to come to your house anymore, said you loved him but was struggling a bit with life. You started showing up late to work, feeling nervous about your duties. When anxiety hits you, it’s tough to do everyday tasks. Going to buy groceries felt difficult, some days you just wished to feel calm again :(

• He really tried to give you space, but he saw you suffering at work and it broke his heart. Jyuto tried to calling you, you always told him it was all good, you just needed some time to think about life. He knew you were hiding things from him.

• He could not stand there seeing you isolate yourself: he found out your friends were also missing your presence.

• One day, you didn’t show up to work. He decided to take the next day off and went to your place as soon as he got off work to verify what was going on.

• He knocked the door several times. After a few minutes, you opened. Tears were rolling down your face.

• “Darling, what’s going on???”

• You just couldn’t reply, your hands were shaking, it was almost impossible to breathe.

• He closed the door and embraced you tightly, rubbing your back as you decided to tell him how horrible you’ve been feeling due to anxiety.

• You were suppressing your feelings for so long to society, you couldn’t do it anymore. It all made you suffer more.

• He listened very carefully to your words, and looked at you with a pained expression.

• “I never told you because you admired me so much… I didn’t want to look weak in front of you. When I felt like work was too much, I stopped seeing you because I wanted you to see me only when I felt good again…”

• “I understand it – he said – sometimes we crash down, dear. This line of work is a lot to handle. I had some rough moments before, but I feel like it would be better if you seek medical help. Anxiety is a serious matter, you should not neglect it. You can always rely on me as well, and I would like to take care of you for a while.”

• His words were so encouraging it made you cry even more, which made him caress your head trying to comfort you.

• But how about the investigation? They needed you there, working hard to achieve justice…

• “I think you better give up on this investigation. You have the right to step back from work. I am afraid it’s increasing your anxiety” – Jyuto suggested you gave up about work.

• “I am so incompetent! They will never understand, Jyuto! I just wish I could be more like you…”

• “Oh dear, if they don’t understand, let it be. And no, you are not incompetent and I, too, have my own struggles. I’m not uncrushable. However, I assure you, you have my full support. We will try to convince them to give you a different task. The worst that could happen is being fired, and honestly, I promise I can help you financially until you get a different job. Honestly, I don’t think they will do that, though – you are very smart, love.”

• It was difficult to imagine Jyuto struggling, yet his voice sounded as if he’s been through a lot. The cool minded police officer you met at work hadn’t told you everything about him yet. You felt less ashamed for not telling him about your anxiety right when you met.

• We all have bits of ourselves we try to conceal, after all.

• And that’s how Jyuto ended up living in your house for a few months. You weren’t eating properly since you feared stepping out of the house in that state – Jyuto helped you going to the supermarket again, he invited you for late night walks when he was free, he took you to see the Yokohama lights in his car.

• You regained your abilities to go to places without feeling nervous thanks to his help.

• You took some days off at work until you finally felt comfortable about going back. Everyone thankfully understood your wish to step back from that specific investigation thanks to, as your co-workers said, “your remarkable abilities at work”. As Jyuto said, they did appreciate your job.

• Anxiety medications became part of your life, and Jyuto was very happy to see how good you started to feel after seeking help.

• Jyuto came into your life at the time you most needed him, even when you tried to push him away due to fear. He was there for you always. When anxiety hits you, you know you can count on him. ♥

[eve-lullabye]

Samatoki Aohitsugi

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Jyuto Iruma

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Rio Busujima

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[aaimono]

𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘:

*ೃ༄ samatoki aohitsugi

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*ೃ༄ rio mason busujima

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*ೃ༄ jyuto iruma

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[guiraguira]

Hi can I request ichiro hitoya and samatoki taking care of their fem s/o when she's having period cramps?

Helping you ✨

Hello!!💕 Yes! It really seems interesting to me and I don't usually see fics or hc on this topic (at least not from the fandoms I'm a part of)

Warnings: None in particular, just comfort for menstrual pain.

Ichiro - Samatoki - Hitoya x fem reader!

Ichiro

° He knows how menstruation works and has definitely read a lot of articles online about what to do to help you if something hurts. So when he sees you lying in the fetal position he can already imagine what is happening to you. Crouching down to your height he asks what he can do for you, he wants to know specifically what you need right now.

°"S/o, do you want some medicine? Some heat? Chocolate?" He gently strokes your hair as he asks you. Whatever the answer, he will bring everything in any way and leave it at your fingertips. He constantly asks you if the pain has decreased a little or is it still the same, he does it unconsciously because it hurts him to see you like this and even though this happens every month he never gets used to it.

° It will keep you company for long hours if the pain does not decrease and no matter how much you try to push it away, you will not be able to make it go away for more than a few minutes before being by your side again.

"Don't you have a job? I'm fine" but the pain just gets stronger and causes you to twist your face while squeezing your abdomen. He leaves the room only to re-enter with a tea "they say chamomile tea is good in these cases" and without the possibility of discussion he stays by your side waiting for you to finish it.

° He tries to distract you a little by kissing your head while he chats with you and gives you his "I'm acting natural, but if you suffer I suffer" look by holding your hand throughout the process, at some point the situation seems so funny that finally You make the pain go into the background.

° Forget about crying in front of him, your crying causes him to cry too in the worst case scenario. Applying a heating pad that he bought especially for you, he adjusts it as best as possible while he holds your face in his hands.

Samatoki

° He definitely knows a thing or two about what period pain is, but he's not as sweet with his words. He expresses himself best with his actions towards you, he will be totally at your gestures and movements, at the slightest sign of discomfort he will force you to sit down so that you do not strain.

° He will definitely force you to take some medication to dull the pain if they become too intense, otherwise he will bring you blankets so you can wrap yourself as you like. He perfectly masters the art of wrapping you so that the blankets give you comfort.

"This one is very soft, it looks like a stuffed animal" you say as Samatoki spins it around you and presses it against your body. "Yes and this one is a little heavier, so I'll put it on your waist" with a relaxed and calm voice he continues adding layers of blankets while he explains the function of it to you.

° Unfortunately, he doesn't have as much time to stay next to you as he would like, so when he can, he likes to replace the hot water bottle you use with his hands and allow you to lie on him.

"This month was worse, wasn't it?" The palms of his hands lightly squeeze your abdomen as he asks you. You moan in the affirmative and he moves to cradle you more comfortably as he caresses you with his thumbs in light circles.

° He can't see a single tear on your face so if you cry from the pain he freezes in place, he will ask you a thousand times if you don't want to go to the doctor so they can give you more effective medicine. He can handle being hurt, but he can't see you hurt, and if you refuse to go he has no choice but to offer you a back massage, hoping that it will relieve some of the tension.

° He will not let you clench your teeth or bite your lips to endure the pain, he is able to put his fingers so that you bite them in his place. When you relax a little he will bring you your favorite dessert so you can keep your mouth entertained.

Hitoya

° Yes, he has the entire situation under control for you and when you are in pain he pampers you without any shame. He is even capable of leaving work halfway and picking you up wherever you are if you tell him you can't get home because of the pangs of pain.

° He will prepare a bathtub for you with hot water and various treats so that the discomfort is reduced while he sits next to you chatting with you or washing your hair.

"We could try this new shampoo, Jyushi recommended it to me for you" he spreads the product gently over your scalp, pampering you in the process. The feeling of his hands and the heat of the bathtub has a positive effect on your pain.

° No matter how much he hid it, several times he asked Jakurai for the best way to help you and sometimes, those calls were in the middle of the night while he took note of everything the doctor said. You accidentally discovered the notebook where he writes it down but you decided to keep it a secret.

° He comforts you with massages, applying the necessary pressure on your back to relieve tension. Even if you are lying on your side and as compressed as possible, he will make sure to give you a good massage session.

° He tries not to kiss you while the pain lasts because he doesn't think that will help you much, but seeing you so bad, he can't channel his feeling of compassion and support in any other way than leaving the occasional solitary kiss on your cheeks, which at times They manage to warm your heart and distract your body.

° Your tears destroy his self-control and tranquility, gently wiping them away activates his emergency protocol. He gives you medicine and holds you until you fall asleep or the pain subsides, always wiping away any tears that may continue to come.

"The pills will take effect now, yes? I promise it will happen faster than you think" his hands caress your back giving you comfort "you're doing well..." he can repeat these phrases as if they were a prayer or a lullaby, the smell of his skin gives you peace and eventually you will fall asleep.

[partyofwords]

Babysitting Bad Boy ~ *Samatoki Aohitsugi*

Summary: You need to babysit your niece on the same day you promised a day dedicated to Samatoki. He's none too pleased about being roped into a babysitting gig by you.

Pairing: Samatoki Aohitsugi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 829

Warning: one swear word, Samatoki is a little OOC, mentions having children.

Masterlist

“What?”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. “You heard me. We’re babysitting.” You then gestured to the little girl holding onto your leg. “This is my niece, Anna. We’re going to be taking care of her today.”

Samatoki stared at her before he shook his head. “Yeah, no. I don’t do little kids. You’re on your own. I'll see you later.”

As he turned to leave, you grabbed the back of his hoodie. In a low, threatening voice, you said, “I don’t remember asking you to help me. I remember telling you that we’re babysitting. I’m not doing this alone. And if you don’t help me, I will kill you.”

Samatoki grit his teeth but you could see the fear in his eyes. “You really wanna say that in front of a little kid?”

“Auntie Y/n always makes jokes like that!” Anna exclaims with a giggle. You laughed, your whole terrifying demeanor changing in the blink of an eye.

“Of course! Now what do you want to do today, Anna? Auntie Y/n and Uncle Xiaojun will make all of your wishes come true!”

“Whoa, hey! I’m not an uncle-” You glared at him and Samatoki swallowed his protest. “But I suppose today I am.”

“I want waffles! And I want to go to the park!” She exclaimed before taking both of your hands and dragging you out of your apartment.

You grinned at Samatoki, “Are you ready for this?”

“Absolutely not.” He muttered, but let the kid drag him anyway. He'd rather not have to deal with your fury today.

The three of you visited a cute little cafe not too far from your apartment, where Anna got waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. You ordered yourself a pastry and some coffee, while Xiaojun just stuck to black coffee.

“Not hungry?” You cooed, a teasing lilt in your voice

He shook his head before drinking his coffee. “Not for any of that crap.”

“Wow! These waffles are so big!” Anna squealed with delight. She put a bite in her mouth before squealing again. "And they're so delicious too!"

You smirked at him as you drank your own coffee. “See? The food is delicious! You should get something.”

He rolled his eyes. “Considering I’m the one who paid for it, I can do whatever I damn well please and I'm having coffee.”

“Whatever you say, Samatoki."

After you finished eating, Anna dragged you both to the park down the street. Upon arriving, you sent her on her way to go play on the playground. You and Xiaojun sat on a bench nearby to keep an eye on her as she played.

“So why are we babysitting?”

You shrug, watching you niece play with some of the other kids on the playground. “My brother had an important meeting today and he couldn’t find a babysitter last minute. I offered to help out.”

“Even though you knew we were going to be spending the day together?” He asked, though he didn't sound as angry as he did earlier.

You chuckled, still not looking at him. “Maybe this was a test.”

“A test?”

“To see what kind of father you’d be.”

A light blush adorned his cheeks as he started sputtering. “You can’t just say stuff like that so casually!”

You laughed. “I know but you’re so cute when you’re all flustered like this!”

“Well aren’t you a fun couple?” A mom passing by with a stroller chuckles. “I remember when my husband was in his rebellious phase too. You know, I wish he kept his tattoos, like your husband did. Nevertheless, I’m glad you got yours to settle down with you as well!”

Samatoki’s blush only darkened. “Hey, we’re not-”

You latched onto his arm and laughed. “Yes, I am truly blessed to have such a great husband like Samatoki here! I’m hoping that by hanging out with my niece he might want one or two of his own, you know?”

“Well good luck!” She cheered before moving along.

Samatoki turned to yell at you. "What the hell was that all about?! Are you crazy?! That was so embarrassing! Why did you have to make me look all soft like that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please. None of what I said was a lie.”

He continued to stutter as he tried to come up with a witty comeback. “You, wha-but, I-”

“Auntie Y/n?” Anna came up to the both of you rubbing her eyes. “I’m ready to go home now.”

Patting her head gently, you picked her up and balanced her on your hip. Taking Samatoki’s hand, you pecked his cheek and smiled. “Let’s go home, tough guy.”

"Fine." He muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "But you still owe me a day all to myself with you."

"We'll see."

"I mean it."

"I know you do." You snicker. "I'll see what I can do, husband."

He groaned. "You're going to be the death of me, woman, I swear."

[reotacchii]

Earth Meal

✦ ⌜ 001. pairings ⌟ ✦ ⌜ 002. genre ⌟ ✦ ⌜ 003. note ⌟ ✦

⌗ 001 ⸝⸝・rio mason busujima x sweet s/o ᵎᵎ

⌗ 002 ⸝⸝・fluff headcanons : a sweet reader celebrating their beloved bday ᵎᵎ

⌗ 003 ⸝⸝・in honour to our bday boy (which a days ago-), I dedicate a headcanons to our special soldier boy ᵎᵎ

“ Even if the earth is broken, let us sing all the time I’m sure we’re two people, I can laugh at meteorites and fine weather ”

❤︎ Rio is a sweet person; just like you. He may seemed stoic and emotionless, even stood in menacing demeanor to some people - surely people would be afraid of him.

❤︎ And then there's you, smiles as bright like the ray of sunshine - may as well give warmth to whoever sees it. This also applied to our soldier.

“ At the dramatic cinema, yesterday’s video stream Someday I’ll propose, I’ll give you the earth ”

❤︎ You'll be the one who appear with an idea of what to do on Rio birthday. The rest of MTC members would agreed with yours in order to put the best birthday for their crewmate.

❤︎ As the MTC boys bringing out Rio to have a trip around Yokohama, while you prepare a special dinner near the camp (finally no more odd ingredients on a cooking, am I right-).

❤︎ As soon as Rio came back from his trip, you'll surprise him by peppering some hugs and kisses on his forehead.

❤︎ An initial shock drew across his face, but a realization hits him once you sung him a birthday song, his usual stoic face would soften into a smiles.

❤︎ Food ready? Time to have a dinner together!

❤︎ Though he appreciates the food, he mostly enjoys your company.

❤︎ Every smallest thing you do such as chuckling, smiling, or even laughing always sends flutter to his hearts.

❤︎ After both of you had a dinner, you'll take him explore the forest together. Casually conversate and having nostalgic about the times you both spent there.

“ The night is dawning for two people. The last morning will surely look like this ”

❤︎ Within the night full of starry skies, you'll stargaze upon it and holding hands together.

❤︎ He's not the best at words, but Rio would like to share his feelings of affection and appreciation for what you did today.

❤︎ He'll cuddle up against you, wrapping you securely around his arms. Embracing the warmth of your body with his. His fingers trailing through the locks of your hair, the scent of your hair always leave a memorable accent to his sense.

❤︎ That's when you realized, you feel safe wtih him. Through his actions, you would know he thanked you for everything today.

❤︎ Kissing your forehead, Rio whispered under his breath "I really care for you, s/o".

❤︎ A sweet smile grew upon your face, staring back to his genuine smiles.

[matenrou-fan]

MTC masterlist

red for NSFW, pink for yandere

Whole division:

-First time to stay overnight in their house

-The fateful night(fic)

-Mad Trigger Crew with a fem! s/o who knows textile crafts

-Poly mtc x NB! s/o +Animal Hybrids!vers.

-MTC finding out that their gn! s/o has a hypnosis mic and is actually very strong

Samatoki:

-Get down to their fem s/o

-When they have a little fight with you + how they would apologize

-Interrupted make out session

-Comforts you when you crying

-Samatoki x reader x Sasara General HC (SFW + NSFW)

-Taking care of NB! s/o after they injured themselves

-Being jealous to his fem! s/o

-React to his wife's pregnancy

-Vampire!Samatoki with fem!reader

-Falling in love with a girl that works in thrift store

-Samatoki x GN!reader x Ichiro + Pirate! au (fic)

-As a father HC (with a daughter) + interacting with her

-Falling in love with a fem! s/o after saving her (fic)

-Found out his little sister is getting bullied

-With policewoman! s/o

-Finding out his usually cheery airheaded fem! s/o is depressed

Jyuto:

-With fem!s/o (+morning sex)

-Hitting his GN!s/o by accident

-How he relax in your hug

-Get down to their fem s/o pt.3

-With overworked fem s/o

-His love language (+ what love languages he would like to receive)

-Falling in love with fem! assassin! enemy (fic)

-With a NB! s/o that can see the future

-With a fem! s/o who's a farmer

-Giving their jacket to his small fem! s/o who gets cold easily

-With GN! s/o that works at a flower shop

-With fem!s/o that works as a bunny girl at a bar on their birthday

-Getting bunny and heart-shaped donuts from their GN! s/o

Rio:

-Help you fall asleep

-With NB s/o who have low blood pressure

-Yandere!Rio with fem!darling

-When you try to run away

-With s/o who doesn't know how to cook

-Get down to their fem s/o pt.4

-With caring and soft fem! s/o

-Comforts you after long day(fic)

-First time saying "I love you"(fic)

-Comforting NB! s/o who's crying

-With a fem! s/o who's a farmer

-Rio reacting to his fem!s/o being pregnant with triplets

[underlanternglow]

HYPNOSIS MIC — ☆

BUSTER BROS

MAD TRIGGER CREW

FLING POSSE

ramuda amemura

"please... say something" confession prompt

MATENROU

DOTSUITARE HOMPO

BAD ASS TEMPLE

[eternalmoonlight18]

Please please Shanks or Law taking care of sick!reader

Ouuuu I always wanted to do headcanons based on sick!reader!

Law and Shanks Taking Care of You When You're Sick

GN!Reader x Trafalgar Law and GN!Reader x Akagami no Shanks (pre-established relationship)

SFW!

Your immune system is usually strong, so you usually don't get sick

But one day, you suddenly fell ill, like super SUPER ill and you're bedridden

But you don't let the others find out, and everyone thinks that you're sleeping.

But once the crew finds out you're down with a sickness for the first time they freak out and tell their captains.

Trafalgar Law

Once he's alerted that you're down with illness, he heads straight to your room

He's pissed that you didn't say anything to him but he couldn't stay mad once he saw how sick you really were

He's a doctor so of course he knows what to do! He comes back to your room with a blood pressure monitor, thermometer, and an IV

Yeah he kind of goes overboard

But I think he would have an innate fear of his loved one getting sick or ill because of what happened to his family and friends with the White Lead disease and it triggers him

So he does everything under his power to make sure you're okay

"Hold still I'm trying to take your blood pressure"

"Law, this is fourth time you've done this in the last hour"

He would make sure that you're well fed with hot soup

Makes sure that you're taking your medication even though they taste terrible

"I don't want to take it"

"(Y/n)-ya, I will literally cut you in half and place that pill directly in your stomach so help me God"

He would refuse to leave your side and will sleep on a chair next to you

Will make sure that you're hydrated

Expect a 2-litre jug of water in your room and he will make you finish one a day until you better or else he threatens to hook you up to an IV

"How many times did you pee today? If you pee a lot it means you drank a lot of water which will help you recover"

"Uh I didn't go yet"

"You have 1 minute to drink 1 litre of water or else I'm hooking you up to this IV right now"

Once you're better he will force you to do checkups with him every month from now on

"I hate the infirmary I refuse to do monthly checkups. Also, isn't supposed to be annual?"

"I don't trust your immune system anymore"

He may be overbearing and too much but that's because he loves you very much and hates to see you sick <3

Akagami no Shanks

The man beelines it to your room as soon as Benn alerts him that you're down with an illness

He starts freaking out because he thinks you're dying because you've never been sick before until now

"Omg please don't die yet we have to get married first"

"Shanks, darling, I just have a flu"

Y'all know that scene where Luffy tries to make Nami feel better on Drum Island when she was sick and he makes a silly face

Yeah, Shanks does the same thing

His face is scribbled with blank ink and his hair is tied up into two ponytails as he tries to make you laugh. Hongo walks in on him and accidentally stabs Shanks with one of his needles in shock

While Hongo does the actual healing since he's the doctor, Shanks tries his best to assist him even though he was no help

"Captain can you not use my stethoscope on their asscheeks please"

"Sorry I was trying to see if I could hear their heartbeat from there"

Shanks would try to cook soup for you but for some reason it tasted like beer

"Is it delicious? I tried to make soup for you so you'd feel better!"

"Why does it taste like beer? And is that a dead fly?"

While you're sleeping, he'd put cold damp towels on your forehead and change them every hour on the dot

Shanks will also refuse to leave your side as well. He will be glued next to you until you got better

He'd give lots of forehead kisses and will cuddle with you, much to your dismay

"Honey, it's getting too hot"

"I know, it's cause I'm here"

"No you loveable idiot you're hugging me too tight, let me go before I cough on your face"

Once you're fully recovered the man is stuck to you like velcro and smothers you with his love and kisses

"Shanks stop it you're going to make me sick with all of your germs!"

"Then let's both get sick!"

He may be clueless but he does his best to take care of you because he loves you <3

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LOL this was fun to write

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I’m having too much fun with this someone stop me—

Important to note that I have wanted a speech-capable bird as a pet for pretty much my entire fcking life and have yet to have had the opportunity. Parrot, crow, raven, I care not, just. Chatty bird please.

I did get to meet a parrot one time when I took my niece trick-or-treating and I was dressed as a pirate who tf woulda guessed right not like I have a ton of clothes in my closet that I can use to throw together an impromptu pirate costume at a moment’s notice or anything hahahahaaaaanyway, and one of the people handing out candy was this older gentleman dressed as a pirate WITH AN ACTUAL FUCKING PARROT AND I GOT TO HOLD IT ISTG I ALMOST CRIED

My niece and I got extra candy out of the deal, too. Best Halloween ever.

ANYWAY. Writing a character in animal form is always a shitload of fun, and I am living for this nonsense.

And how mad this sassy mfer is going to be when he figures out what's going on SCREEEE

Flight Risk

Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader

Ch.5 of who even fcking knows,probably at least seven at this point

Brief summary of The Story So Far: Your mission, as a Marine and Zoan type devil fruit user (gray parrot), is to gather intel on Dracule Mihawk, a pirate on the Grand Line who has become a thorn in the Marines' side over a relatively short period of time.After finally arriving at Kuraigana Island after months of training, you discover that the Red Hair Pirates are also docked there while their Log Pose syncs and they repair their ship after a small battle...and, on the verge of fighting with Mihawk after spending the past half an hour or more taunting him, Shanks is the first to notice you perched in a nearby window in your devil fruit form.

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SFW for now, but not in later chapters

No Trigger Warnings in this chapter. Possible future Trigger Warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later

Word Count:3,618

Taglist:@i-am-vita

♫♬Acid Jazz Singer- The Fratellis♬♫

And it’s one time, keep it slow, wind them up and here we go

Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow

Your entire world slowed around you as you considered the situation you had just embedded yourself into. Not one, but three powerful pirates, two of whom were staring straight at you.

One of whom looked as though he had just won his weight in gold at the mere sight of you.

Your act, you had to remember your act, your persona, a simple pet of one of many ill-fated pirate crews on the Grand Line. Fear was surely still a reasonable enough reaction to the sight before you, then.

So, without another thought, you ruffled your feathers out into a defensive stance, throwing your head back and flapping your wings rapidly, shouting, “Danger! Danger! Danger—”

“Oh—no, no, no, no, no danger, it’s—stop that, I’m busy—”

Shanks shoved Mihawk’s sword away and slowly sheathed his own sabre, holding his hands up as he slowly inched toward the window you were perched in, as if to show that he posed you no thread.

“It’s fine, we’re all friends here,” said Shanks went on softly, hands still raised, inching ever closer to the window of the castle you remained perched in. You took a cautious step back in spite of yourself, your eyes darting around, quickly assessing the situation at hand.

Mihawk was all but gawking at Shanks in a mix of utter disbelief and quickly growing rage—Shanks had, after all, spent the past half hour antagonizing him into a fight, only to withdraw the moment he was distracted.

Beckman’s gaze remained far more level, his brow furrowed as he watched your reaction to Shanks’s approach.

So you quickly ducked backward into the darkened room of the castle behind you, hiding behind the corner.

“N—no, no, don’t hide, it’s alright—we were just having a little a fun, isn’t that right, Hawkie?”

“I swear to God, Red-Hair—” you heard the other pirate respond through gritted teeth, clinging to the wall just inside the window with your talons, your heart racing.

“See?” Shanks went on, ignoring his murderous tone. “Just a little fun, that’s all, you’re safe—”

You stared in growing trepidation as he reached his hand slowly through the window, and the moment it was an inch away from you, you bit down hard on one of his fingers.

“Ow—” He pulled his hand back in an instant, and you could practically hear him pouting when he spoke again. “...it bit me.”

“What the hell did you think it was going to do, join your damned crew?” said Mihawk, giving a derisive scoff.

“Yes,” said Shanks, defensively.

“No,” said Beckman firmly.

“But—!”

“I spend enough time cleaning up your messes, I’m not cleaning up bird shit all over the ship on top of it.”

“I’d clean up after it.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on—Hawk-Eye, you’re part bird, help me get it—”

“I’m not part bird, you complete moron,” snapped Hawk-Eye. “Get the damned thing yourself.”

Shanks was quiet for a long moment as you fought to gain control of your breathing, to calm your racing heart...and then—

“Fine, if you wanna clean up bird shit all over your castle—”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake…”

You heard quickly approaching footsteps following the irritated grumble, and part of you considered ducking further back into the castle...but you knew you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. This was your opportunity.

A moment later you let out a strangled squawk as his hand closed around your neck and he jerked you away from the wall you were clinging to. He held you out at arm’s length, still scowling. Shanks slumped back against the castle wall, still pouting. “How come it didn’t bite you?” he complained.

“Because I was smart enough not to give the damned creature a chance to,” he shot back, tossing a brief glare at Shanks before turning his yellow eyes back on you.

You steeled your nerves before tilting your head to the side and blinking a few times, and forced out in the most chipper tone you could muster, “Hiya!”

Shank’s jaw dropped in borderline outrage, but Mihawk only lifted an eyebrow. Beckman gave an amused scoff as he ashed his cigarette. “Looks like you made a friend, Hawk-Eye.”

“That’s not fair,” said Shanks, pushing away from the castle wall and approaching. “I was being nice and—”

As he drew closer, you ruffled your feathers out again, shouting, “Danger! Danger!”

“I’m not the dangerous one, he is!” Shanks shouted back, gesturing at Mihawk.

“Yelling probably isn’t going to help, Cap,” Beckman pointed out, crossing his arms and smirking at the spectacle. Mihawk was still holding you at arm’s length as you continued shouting, his yellow eyes shifting between you and Shanks. He shifted his arm, holding you further away from the redhead, and you quieted down. Then, just as slowly, with the slightest spark of interest in his expression, he shifted you closer to Shanks again.

You immediately resumed shouting.

“I don’t think it likes you very much, Red Hair,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk at the dejected look that fell over Shanks’s face. Mihawk held you further away from him again, his grip loosened around your neck now, and you expelled a sigh, your feathers smoothing back down. You still remained tense, well aware that he could easily snap your neck in a moment’s notice if you made a single wrong move...but his amusement at Shanks’s disappointment was likely a good sign. If all you had to do was continue to insult him, then you were sure you could manage.

“Stupid bird,” Shanks complained, kicking at a piece of rubble and slumping back against the pile of stone next to Beckman, crossing his arms.

“I’m fairly certain there’s only one birdbrain in the immediate vicinity, Red Hair,” said Mihawk.

“Birdbrain!” you repeated, and his eyes shot back over to you as Beckman gave a snort of laughter. You tilted your head again. “Hiya!”

“...Hello,” he said dryly—and finally released you from his grasp without any notice, causing you to drop to the ground before you could so much as flutter your wings. You quickly hopped back up to your feet, ruffling your wings out a bit to shake the dirt off of them, and flew back over to the windowsill you had been perched in, turning your head around to preen your feathers while the three pirates watched you in bemusement.

“Strange creature,” Mihawk commented after a moment, turning and striding back over to the broken wall and taking a seat again.

“I don’t think they usually talk in wild,” said Beckman. “Probably came from a ship.”

You turned your head quickly at the word ship, squawking out, “Wind in your sails! Wind in your sails! Hard to port, boys!”

“Aaaagh!” Shanks groaned again, flopping his head back dramatically. “It’s not fair, I want it—”

“Birdbrain!”

“Oh, shut up,” he snapped, and it wasn’t entirely clear whether it was in response to your comment or Mihawk’s small chuckle of amusement.

“Well.” Beckman straightened out, stubbing out his cigarette on the crumbled stone behind him and flicking the butt away. “I think it’s pretty clear the locals don’t want us here, Captain.” Shanks tossed a glare at his first mate, but straightened out himself, arms still crossed over his chest, lips still pursed in a pout.

“Fine…” he sighed, his arms falling limp at his sides. He rolled his eyes over to Mihawk, quickly regaining his composure and giving his so-called ‘friend’ a debonair grin. “I look forward to our next little visit, Hawk-Eye.”

“That makes one of us,” Mihawk commented in his typical dry tone, laying his sword out across his lap again without so much as glancing up.

You watched from the corner of your vision as Shanks and Beckman disappeared into the shadow of the surrounding dense forest, relaxing only the slightest bit at their departure. You had managed to fool all three of them so far, and evidently made a good first impression on your target. That was good. That was progress. You turned your gaze back toward Mihawk slowly, swallowing, debating on your next move.

And froze when he lifted his head suddenly, looking directly at you as if he had sensed your gaze.

He then rolled his eyes and went back to detailing his sword.

“You’re free to leave any time,” he said.

You quickly perked up, letting out another excitable, “Hiya!” He let out a small growl of annoyance in response, grumbling something under his breath about that idiot Red-Hair, to which you responded, “Birdbrain.”

He let out another amused chuckle, before freezing and looking back up at you with a frown. “Stop that. Just—shoo.”

It seemed his annoyance stemmed more from his own reaction to you rather than toward your presence itself, from the fact that he was already interested in you and your presence seemed to threaten his solitary existence.

This could be a good thing, you decided. If nothing else, he was intrigued, and you knew you could work with that.

Once he had turned his attention back to his sword, you hopped down from the edge of the window and to the dusty ground below, keeping your eyes trained on the pirate as you inched slowly closer, sidestepping against the edge of the castle wall.

Freezing in place when his eyes shot toward you again.

Inching a little further, a little closer when he lowered his gaze again.

Freezing yet again when he looked up. He frowned at you for a long moment, standing still as a statue, your gray plumage blending you right into the stone castle wall behind you. Several tense seconds passed before he heaved a sigh, leaning back the slightest bit. “You’re a persistent little pest, aren’t you?” he said, lifting an eyebrow...and then slowly, almost reluctantly, he raised his arm, holding it out toward you.

Progress.

You fluttered your wings, flying the short distance over and landing on his forearm near his wrist, wrapping your talons around carefully to keep your balance. He lifted an eyebrow at you as you perked up and let out another enthusiastic, “Hiya!”

“Yes, hello,” he said, almost dismissively.

“Hiya!”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he grumbled, shaking his head and running his free hand back through his hair. “What are you even doing here? Lost your old crew?” He gave a small scoff as you tilted your head. “What were they? Pirates? Marines?”

As if prompted, you immediately ruffled your feathers out around your neck, flapping your wings in agitation—”Danger! Danger! Dan—”

He jerked back the slightest bit at your reaction, and you snapped your beak shut at the sudden motion. He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, his expression more curious than annoyed. After a moment he spoke, almost carefully. “Pirates.”

He was testing you. You ruffled your wings a bit, and turned your head around, preening your feathers without showing the slightest sign of interest.

“...Marines—”

“Danger! Danger! Hard to port! Fire at will! Fire—”

“Alright, alright, enough,” he snapped, shaking his arm, wincing a little as you tightened your talons a bit. He heaved a sigh when you settled down. “I suppose it’s safe to assume you’re not particularly fond of...er, the bureaucracy.” He lifted an eyebrow as you loosened your talons, and inched sideways across his arm, your movements slow and cautious. “What are you doing?” You inched a bit further, keeping your eyes trained for any sign of him striking out—and you saw none.

A little closer, until you were nearly on his shoulder, deciding to push your luck to gauge his reaction.

You leaned your head back, and let out a dramatic, “Mmm-mwah! Pretty bird.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression deadpanning, blinking at you slowly.

“You’re worse than Red-Hair,” he said finally.

“Birdbrain!”

“Indeed he is,” he agreed—and then shook his head, shifting his shoulder toward you as if to shift you further away. “Why the hell am I talking to a bird—shoo already—”

You gave a startled squawk, shifting quickly back down the length of his arm, settling closer to his elbow and tilting your head to the side. His mouth fell into a frown, and he shook his arm a bit, in more an experimental manner than an aggressive one, testing your reaction again.

“Shoo,” he said once more, far less firmly.

You lifted one of your wings, ducking your head back behind it...and slowly lifting it to peak out at him, noting the small spark of interest in his gaze despite his best attempt to continue appearing annoyed.

“Pretty bird!” you exclaimed once more, a bit more quietly this time, before ducking your head back down behind your wing again.

He remained silent for some time, and you remained still, waiting for any sign of reaction from him. Finally he heaved out a long sigh, his posture relaxing again. You lifted your head to peak out over the top of your wing again as he looked at you with an irritated sort of resignation. “Yes, fine,” he said dryly. “Pretty bird.”

“Pretty bird!” You folded your wing back behind you, bobbing your head up and down a couple times, your own tension easing as he let out a quiet chuckle and shook his head. “Pretty, pretty girl,” you added, punctuating the statement with a low whistle.

“Oh, so you’re a lady, are you?” he said with a wry smirk. “I suppose I should apologize for my rudeness.” Despite his clear sarcasm, he gave another small chuckle, tentatively lifted his free hand toward you, and lightly brushed his index finger across the gray feathers at the side of your head. “You know, you’d likely have been far better off following that idiot Red Hair back to his ship.”

“Birdbrain!” you commented, tilting your head toward his hand as he gave a small snort of amusement.

“Yes, the birdbrain,” he agreed with another light chuckle, his wry smirk shifting toward a small, genuine smile. He went on stroking your feathers idly for a moment, shaking his head. “And what, precisely, am I supposed to do with you?”

If nothing else, it was comforting to know that his violent nature didn’t extend beyond humans. He was warming up to your presence far more quickly than you had anticipated he might, but your own knowledge was limited solely to the intelligence the Marines had gathered from his reign of terror and bloodshed across the vast expanse of the Grand Line. His interactions with Shanks suggested he certainly preferred a solitary existence, and that his initial dismissive attitude toward your presence may have been more for show than anything, for the very sake of keeping up his reputation.

Nothing about his present demeanor suggested any of that. The fondness in his eyes as he surveyed your own reactions was almost comforting in itself, almost familiar—you had seen the same look in you mother’s eyes when she cared for the birds at the aviary, felt the same fondness for the creatures when you helped look after them.

It took some effort for you to remind yourself that you were dealing with an incredibly dangerous pirate, dangerous enough that the World Government considered him a threat.

“Pretty bird!” you said again, cooing the words out, watching as he let out a huff of amusement.

“What a vain creature you are,” he commented, smoothing back the feathers at the top of your head. “Though I doubt you can survive on compliments alone. And if Beckman’s correct, you’re likely not suited to living in the wild...the humandrills don’t particularly take kindly to any new creature in their territory…” You only tilted your head in response as his words turned toward introspective mutterings, his mouth turning down into a thoughtful frown.

At length he let out a sigh, rolling his eyes and lying his head back for a moment. You tensed as he stood up, lifting his sword with one hand and resting it back across his shoulder, clearly making an effort to hold his opposite arm steady in front of him as you remained perched there, still frowning at you with an air of resignation.

“I suppose I have some reading to do if you aren’t going anywhere,” he said.

You could hardly believe your luck as he shook his arm out slightly, directing you to shift over to his shoulder. You followed the wordless instruction quickly, your talons grasping lightly at the fabric of his shirt to keep your balance as he stooped down to pick up his plumed hat. Rather than the obstacle that Garp and Bogard had assumed they would be, the brief presence of the Red Hair Pirates on the island had practically ensured your initial success at winning over the otherwise reclusive target of your mission.

If you managed to come out of this mission alive, you were going to be certain to rub that in both of their faces.

Minutes later you were perching in one of the high windows of the castle, watching as Mihawk drew his fingers across the rows upon rows of dusty books in the orange glow of the candlelight in the library, his head tilted and his sharp yellow eyes scanning across the titles etched into the spines of the innumerable tomes.

“Nothing about birds so far,” he said, mostly a quiet utterance to himself, but he still glanced toward your silhouette in the window as he spoke. “I do hope you don’t end up being more trouble than you’re worth, bird.”

You ruffled your feathers a bit, tucking your head down and nearly closing your eyes. He gave a small scoff at the sight of you relaxing, rolling his eyes before resuming his meticulous perusal of the books in the library.

“You’d best hope I find something if you don’t want to starve to death,” he commented. “I have no intention of going out of my way to accommodate you.”

“Pretty girl,” you responded, along with a brief series of kissing noises and a low whistle, and you would have been smirking yourself if you could have when he let out a quiet, amused chuckle in response to your commentary.

“Yes, yes, we’re all aware you’re a pretty girl,” he responded airily from behind a row of books.

Some time passed before he finally gave up, propping his sword against one of the many shelves and falling back into an armchair near the empty fireplace at the center of the room. You hesitated at your perch on the window for some time, watching him run a hand back through his dark hair in clear, stretching his arm out across an arm of the chair and strumming his fingers, his lips turned down in a thoughtful frown.

You finally decided to join him there, flapping your wings a few times to gain enough momentum to glide over and perch at the edge of one of the arms, tilting your head when he glanced over at you, waiting to see whether he would shoo you off or welcome your presence. He frowned at you for a long moment, before finally rolling his eyes and holding out his hand.

“Troublesome creature.” His tone was still light, almost affectionate, his mouth curving into a small smile as you crept from the edge of the chair to perch on his arm. “I suppose I do need to make port for supplies soon. It wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to learn a bit more about you, would it, pretty bird?”

“Pretty bird,” you responded, inching closer, settling yourself just above his elbow.

He brushed his knuckles against your feathers at the side of your head, giving a small chuckle as your eyelids drooped in response to his touch, before tucking his hand behind his neck and shifting back into the chair, his eyes slipping shut.

“Yes, pretty bird,” he repeated in a resigned sigh, his tone quiet and almost gentle.

Your eyes slowly drifted back open, watching him as he relaxed, your mind racing in spite of your own exhaustion. You hadn’t expected it to be this easy. Your target was supposed to be a terrifying, murderous sociopath with no regard or concern for any life apart from his own, an enigma that the Marines regarded as an unfeeling monster. Instead you found yourself staring up at a perfectly normal, albeit somewhat reclusive man, his mouth still curved into a small, fond smile in response to your presence. His smile lingered even as his breathing grew slower and deeper as he drifted off to sleep, just as your gaze lingered on his features.

He had been far kinder to you than the vast majority of your supposed comrades even had.

He could have easily snapped your neck the moment he first touched you...but he hadn’t.

Once more you shifted up his arm, perching yourself on his shoulder, and just to test his reaction, you nuzzled against his neck.

He lifted a hand in his sleep to absently swat at the disturbance, his expression twitching toward irritation for a moment—and then softening as his hand settled lightly into your feathers, his fingertips brushing across your wings before his arm fell across his lap, still fast asleep.

Little as you liked it, you were quickly becoming as interested in finding out more about him as he seemed to be interested in learning about you.

You liked it even less that you already felt comfortable enough to let your own eyes drift shut, the sound of his own slow breathing lulling you toward sleep.

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[descendantsramblings]

Hades accidentally Hurting gn! Reader with his fire while the two argue (ur decision if They are dating or not of if reader is another vk or a prince)

Hurt/Comfort but the one hurting and comforting them is the same person. Also, I finally figured out how I wanted this while listening to Chappell Roan, so please ignore (or enjoy I guess) the references to "Casual".

Play With Fire

Hades X Garden Fairy! Reader

Pronouns used: they/them/theirs

Summary: Their mother always told them not to play with fire, now they're unfortunate enough to learn the consequences.

Warnings: arguing, Hades burns the reader (by accident), swearing, mentions of burn blisters +them popping, suggestive comments with the intent of making someone mad, they're toxic in this little spill I won't lie to you, crying, Hades calls the reader Baby, Possessive Hades (I was feeling sillyyyyyy, idk)

Word Count: 1.7K

    “If you play with fire, don’t get shocked when you get burned.” Their mother’s words ring clear in their head as their eyes land on their boyfriend. If they should even be calling him that, right now they weren’t entirely sure. I mean, really what did they think they were doing? Dating a villain, as if they could fit into his world - or he’d ever truly want them in it. As if the underworld was any place for a garden type, as if the God of it could actually love someone like them. The dark and stone was no place for a rose to grow, it seemed like they were realizing that now.  It was such a silly thought, to imagine that he felt the same way. By Persphone the fae was a downright fool. They could see that now, in his stoic face and relaxed posture. As if nothing mattered, as if they didn’t matter. Like they weren’t in the middle of a screaming match, one the fairy was sure that his friends could hear all the way back at the black lagoon. What a great way to help their image with the villainous group. Not that their boyfriend seemed to want his friends to like them. “So what are we? Are we casual, is that what this is? Because if we’re casual I know of a friend of yours who would love to keep me entertained,” their words are dripping venom, face contorted in a fiery anger that they hated to feel rolling off of them. He scoffs, pushing himself off the tree he was leaning on as his eyes roll, “Don’t act like that, you can’t threaten me into getting the response you want. I don’t bend to petty manipulation, I’m a god.” 

   “Who said it was a threat? Obviously you don’t see me as someone you want in your world, I’ve clearly been wrongfully calling you my boyfriend. So maybe I should be taking other people’s offers. Lord knows that Hook’s been giving me a great offer since he and I met.” His eyes narrow, stepping closer to them, “I never said that, you’re twisting my words, (Y/n).” “You may as well have.” They weren’t fully sure how they ended up at this point, normally Hades was all over them, whispering things in their ear that could make a sailor blush. And they were just as needy, perched on his lap or tucked under his arm, laughing at him to avoid showing how his words really affected them.Tangled together, truly adoring and intertwined. But today seemed to spark something new, as if the black lagoon had possessed them to be their worst. Or maybe they already were their worst, and they just finally realized they brought out the other’s worst potential. (Y/n) couldn’t be quite sure themself. 

   Uliana hadn’t meant to trigger this, surely she hadn’t. The question was easy enough, she just wanted to know if the fairy was considered one of them. If they could finally claim the fae as a villain, to stop saying they weren’t part of the crew when royals gossiped about it. (Y/n) had been running around with the VKs for months now, probably pulling as many pranks as Morgie, by all accounts they had made their way into the circle. They had the trust of Maleficent, the adoration of Morgie. Hook had lightened up on his flirting, now barely teasing them in a clearly playful way. Nothing but friendly adoration dotting the once sinful lines. And Uliana herself had treated them like one of hers, even inviting them to sleepovers and offering to do their hair for them. So it only felt wrong when Hades firmly told Uliana that (Y/n) was in no way one of them. That they weren’t going to be one of them. The god making it clear that he didn’t want them to be considered part of their friend group. And to the fairy, it was a sudden act of betrayal. They felt like part of the circle, his friends treated them like they were part of the group. And Hades didn’t want that? What, so they would be easier to leave? Less strings to cut when he got bored of them? Perhaps they were wrong to think of themself as someone the god couldn’t lose. Flowers were probably expendable to a god made of flames. 

    “I said I didn’t want people seeing you as one of us. That doesn’t mean you get to go hop into bed with Hook,” his hair is aflame now, the fairy-or perhaps the thought of the pirate on his partner- finally getting to him. At least now they were both mad, it made it easier to fight if they were both treating it like one. “Why not, obviously you don’t want people knowing I’m yours. Why not let them think I’m up for grabs?” Their eyes narrow, shoulders squaring back as if to buck up to the god. “I never said that,” the boy’s hands fly out to either side of him, electric blue flames raining out in a bright burst from his fingertips. “You’re mine, do you fucking hear me?” He stalks closer to them, eyes a fiery fury that makes their stomach jump. If it wasn’t directed at them, (Y/n) would without a doubt find his current behavior mind-numbingly hot.  “I never said that I didn’t want people to know you’re mine. Trust me I make sure you’re marked as mine in everyone’s mind. I said I didn’t want them thinking you belonged to my friends. Don’t act like you don’t know you’re better than that.” He grabs their arm, despite his rage, the grip is gentle enough. If fire hadn’t just erupted from him like he was a human roman candle, it wouldn’t hurt. However, with his hair still aflame and that rage still flickering in his eyes, the touch burns. Flames that neither of them had noticed still dancing on his fingertips, tiny nips of electric blue. They were put out the second that they hit flesh, dying from the lack of oxygen that the close proximity put them through. But the damage was already done, the fairy ripping their arm away from him so fast that the already forming burn blisters rip themselves open. 

    The sound that (Y/n) lets out is somewhere between a hiss and a whimper, throwing themself away from Hades. Eyes glassy and terrified, looking at him as if he was a threat. A hand draws up to cover the burst bubbles of flesh, squawking out in pain as they touch the raw white meat that’s left there. Hands falling limp beside them as they back away from him. Like prey that’s just been struck as a predator. Exactly how their mother had seen the two from the moment the fairy brought him into their life. Big, wet eyes stare up at him, anger completely gone, just betrayal and fear dancing through irises that normally glittered with adoration. Hades felt sick. 

   “Baby,” he steps forward, pausing when his lover takes another step back. “Hey, I didn’t mean to, I,” he finds himself wordless, staring at the person he loved most, eyes flickering from their face to the raw blisters on their arm. They weren’t deep, not too big either, as long as they took care of it, the burns would heal. “Hey, I would never hurt you on purpose. Baby, you’ve got to believe me.” It wasn’t the first time that Hades had accidentally burned someone, Morgie had an interesting scar down the side of his left ankle from flames bursting from the god’s fingertips as he yelled at a pro tourney game. He knew that he had the proper stuff to treat it, if only the fae would let him get close to them. “I didn’t know. I thought I put the flames in my hands out. I am so sorry.” The fairy looks him over, looking down at the five raw spots of skin on their arm from his eyes. They knew he didn’t want to hurt them, of course they did. 

   Just like he hadn’t meant to hurt them when he said they weren’t part of the group. Fluttering to conclusions with that one. “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re better than that.” He didn’t want people seeing them as a villain, still a hero in the wicked god’s mind. Would they still be after this? Or would the way they screamed at him, all insecure and fired up, make him decide they weren’t worth fighting for? The fairy finds tears pooling in their eyes, vision blurring as they stare at their lover. The fear no longer aimed at him, now turning to the idea of losing him. “I’m,” they take a breath, a soft sob dripping from their mouth, “I’m so sorry.” 

    Once again, the god steps towards his fairy, hands out gently as if to prove his flames are out. His hair has dulled back down, no longer lit and cracking as he approaches. Hades has the faintest smell of smoke to him as he wraps an arm around his lover, pulling them into his chest. “Why are you apologizing? I’m not the one who got hurt.” They tilt their head up, as if to look at him but their eyes are squinted closed. “You weren’t trying to hurt me, but I was trying to hurt you. God that stuff I said about Hook, I’m not even into guys with dark hair.” The laugh that comes from his lips could probably be labeled more as a scoff, Hades ruffling his lovers hair before pressing a kiss to it, “See, this is why you can’t be a villain. A real villain wouldn’t have owned up to that. And between you and me, even if you liked guys with dark hair, Hook would never hold a candle to me.” They hum, snuggling further into him as he inspects their arm. “I need to go get this cleaned up, Baby. You popped them when you jerked away, you’ll catch an infection if we don’t go disinfect this.” They nod, not wanting to let go as he turns them, leading the fae towards the school. They could handle being burned, they were sure of that.

[mtc-4life]

｡ﾟ･MTC gifts their S/O on Valentine's Day – Headcanons･ ｡ﾟ

✩ Warning: slightly suggestive content.

☆ Author’s notes: For this post I'm using the western idea of Valentine's Day, not the japanese one. I'm also assuming S/O and each of the boys have been in a relationship for a while. Enjoy!

Samatoki Aohitsugi:

• He is edgy and cute in his gift choice: some cool sunglasses and a bouquet of pink roses.

• Sunglasses to make you match with him and hold up to the title of “Yokohama’s power couple”; pink roses to remind you of all his love and admiration for you.

• And of course, you loved to see these two sides of him in your special gift!

• Samatoki was all blushy when exchanging gifts. He was trying hard not to kiss your entire face before it was appropriate ♥

• You got him a Hawaiian shirt (since he wears those every single day) and a tiny heart-shaped box of chocolates.

• Samatoki felt so happy about it that he immediately wanted to change his shirt to try on the new one. It fit him perfectly.

• Needless to say you felt flustered to see him showing his bare chest so unexpectedly ~ (//ω//)

• After seeing himself in the mirror, Samatoki turned round and embraced you, shyly whispering in your ear:

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

(Jyuto and Rio under the cut)

Jyuto Iruma:

• You guys are an expensive couple, and your gifts to each other certainly show it.

• Jyuto got you a gold bracelet and a pair of silver rings that you would both wear to represent your relationship from now on.

• You got him a fancy watch since he loves wearing them everywhere.

• You guys couldn’t help but laugh at the fact both gifts came from the same store, their logo present in the packaging.

• “I suppose we share the same taste for elegance, darling” – Jyuto said with a smirk.

• He took you to his apartment to spend the rest of the day together. When you got there, something was very different from last time.

• His bedroom was decorated with red rose petals and warm candles.

• You stood still, surprised at what he had prepared. Jyuto walked towards you, hugging you from behind:

“I thought we might as well have this type of fun, dear”, he said slowly after kissing your neck.

• You knew what he was up to ;)

Rio Mason Busujima:

• For Valentine’s Day, you both decided to go camping. The best quality time required some nature around. That’s the sort of activity that united you as a couple.

• Once your tents were set up, it was time for exchanging gifts.

• Rio gave you a puppy! You have mentioned before you were considering adopting one, and since you both love animals, the puppy was a way of symbolizing the relationship.

• The puppy slept peacefully as you stroked its soft fur and thanked your boyfriend with a kiss ♥

• You got a cookbook and a hiking kit for Rio. With a new cookbook to encourage his hobby, you expected he would start making some normal recipes for you as well (it was hard to deal with his usual ingredients lol).

• The hiking kit was a way of showing how much you enjoyed the adventurous lifestyle you led together.

• Rio loved your well thought choices, and you both agreed to go hiking the next day.

• Walking around the forest was your relaxing afternoon activity when camping, so of course you two went for it. But this time, a small companion made little details exciting: the puppy wanted to sniff at everything he could find.

• You and Rio couldn’t help but laugh at how cute the tiny dog was!

• At night, laying near the fire, Rio held you close with his strong arms and kissed your forehead, whispering sweet words as he looked inside your eyes:

“Love you, my Valentine.”

[eve-lullabye]

Hypnosis Mic Masterlist

Buster Bros!!!

Mad Trigger Crew

Fling Posse

Matenro

Bad Ass Temple

Dotsuitare Hompo

[nyuusayuri]

Heart of the Pirate King (ongoing)

Ateez Kim Hongjoong x Reader [SMUT]

Warnings: Mention of guns, slight violence and maybe swear words

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: The Encounter

"Ah-ah, don't move," he murmured, the cool steel of his pistol pressed against my forehead. "Unless, of course, you want me to pull the trigger."

Hongjoong's amusement was palpable as he observed my futile attempt to slip away and rally my people — an effort made all the more audacious in the face of him and his gang. If only I'd remembered that he was as observant as he was cunning; nothing ever seemed to escape his sharp gaze. The gun trained on me was a constant reminder that any misstep could lead to my demise.

"So, care to enlighten me about your little escapade?"

His voice dripped with mockery, a chuckle escaping as he buried me in his intense scrutiny. My reply was nothing more than a low snarl, teeth gritted in defiance. "As if you don't already know, Pirate," I spat, sarcasm swirling around the air between us.

The glint in his eyes only grew as my retort registered, and his lips curled into a smirk. He held me at gunpoint, and yet I sensed a flicker of intrigue dancing behind his playful demeanor. With a scoff, he remarked, "Oh, you've certainly got guts, I'll give you that."

I turned my attention to the crew behind him. His irritation simmered just beneath the surface as he lifted his pistol, reaching out to grasp my chin. "Look at me. Don't look away," he commanded, each word coated with a palpable threat, his gaze penetrating as he bore into my very soul.

Biting back my fury, I felt an overwhelming urge to headbutt him—a response he seemed to relish as he edged closer, clearly enjoying my internal struggle. His smirk widened at my subtle movements, the delightful tension between us growing thicker like fog on a dreary morning, and he leaned in closer, hovering just out of reach.

"Trying to hide your anger so badly, huh?" he teased, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

"You have no idea," I whispered back, my tension building. "You attacked my home. Should I be happy about that?" The sarcasm dripped from my lips, raising the corners of his mouth in amusement.

He edged nearer, the warmth of his presence radiating against my skin. "No, you have every right to be angry, sweetheart," he replied, his tone almost mocking. "But let's not pretend you're not enjoying this little predicament of yours. I can see it in your eyes."

Appalled, I slapped his hand away, my fury bubbling over. "What? Why should I?! You're scum, just like all the other pirates before you!" A whistle of delight escaped him, his enjoyment clear as he chuckled at my defiance. The laughter morphed into something darker as he fixed me with a sharp stare.

"Oh, a feisty one, aren't you? But don't act like I'm the scum here. You know nothing about me or my crew, sweetheart." He caught my chin again, a tad too tight this time, pulling me within inches of his face. "But keep up that attitude—it's kinda cute." His grin was charming, wicked, and all too compelling.

"As if I would ever listen to you," I shot back, keeping my gaze locked onto his while gripping his wrist. His chuckle was low and satisfied, an insatiable glimmer of amusement lighting his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to listen, sweetheart. I'm merely curious about how long you'll sustain this little act. You're adorable when you're mad, did you know that?"

His face drew closer, and I placed my hands on his chest in a futile attempt to distance myself. "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" I cried, struggling to twist free of his grip, my heart racing in protest.

His crew erupted in laughter, reveling in our clash, as one of his arms snaked around my waist, anchoring me where he wanted me — pressed flush against him. "Oh, sweetheart, don't struggle too much; you'll wear yourself out," he teased, leaning down so that his breath warmed my ear. "Besides, I like having you this close to me."

With a surge of resolve, I finally broke free and glared at him, my anger boiling over. "What the hell are you trying to do here? Do you think I'm just one of your dolls who'll come running at your beck and call?"

He merely scoffed at my outburst, a satisfied grin etched across his face. "I was merely testing how fiery your temper is. Look at you; you've not disappointed." He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "And no, I don't think you're one of my dolls as you so bluntly put it. You're much more unique."

"What do you even know about me? Nothing! Now let my people go and get the hell out of here!" I demanded, holding his gaze with a challenge.

"Ah, I know more than you think, sweetheart," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I'll admit, I haven't learned your name yet, which strikes me as a shame." He winked at me, and I frowned in disbelief.

"And as for your people? They're safe, for now. I can promise you that."

I let out a laugh tinged with skepticism. "Why should I trust the word of a pirate? And why do you want to know my name? Once you leave here, I doubt you'll ever give me a second thought."

He chuckled, "Oh sweetheart, you have every reason to doubt me. I am, after all, a pirate. But I assure you, I mean no harm to you or your people." Then, without warning, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. Tilting his head down, he leaned in close, murmuring, "I want to know your name because you intrigue me. You're a feisty one, and I can't help but be drawn to you."

His words caught me off-guard, and I blinked in surprise, searching his eyes before looking away, deep in thought. After a moment, I returned my gaze to him. "Y/N," I said quietly.

His smile softened at the sound of my name. "Y/N," he repeated, savoring it like a fine wine, enjoying how it rolled off his tongue. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he murmured, the devious smirk creeping back to his lips.

"Now, release the others and get out of here," I commanded, my voice firm despite the tremor of uncertainty within me.

An amused scoff escaped him, but he turned to his crew, nodding his command. Moments later, my people were untied, and relief washed over me as they gathered at a safe distance. He turned back, a playful glint in his eye. "As promised, they're safe. My crew won't harm them, I give you my word. But are you truly sure you want me to leave, sweetheart? I was just beginning to enjoy our little conversation."

It was undeniable that there was something magnetic about him — undeniably handsome, perhaps the most attractive man I'd ever encountered — but he was still Kim Hongjoong, King of the Pirates, and trust was not a luxury I could afford.

"Why would I want you to stay?" I raised an eyebrow, wary of the predator before me.

Noting my tension, he leaned into his game, trying to provoke me further. "You've been eyeing me up, haven't you? Admiring the view, perhaps?" He began to circle me, his gaze appraising as he moved. "Let's be honest; you enjoy this little game as much as I do. Otherwise, you'd have walked away by now."

I could only gawk at his audacity, shaking my head. "You mean like this?" I took a few determined steps back from him.

His laughter echoed, buoyed by my defiance. "I do admire your spirit. It's quite charming," he mused.

Determined to reclaim my distance, I stepped away, but he swiftly closed the gap, grasping my waist and spinning me around so that my back met his chest. In an instant, my breath hitched, and I felt his lips near my ear. "But I'm afraid I can't let you leave that easily, sweetheart."

My heart raced as warmth flooded my cheeks, a sensation I fought to conceal by avoiding his gaze. I refused to let him see my flustered state, determined not to grant him any semblance of victory. But the question lingered in the air: why was I reacting this way?

He chuckled softly, clearly enthralled by the effect he'd had on me, savoring every moment. His smirk deepened as he sensed my heart racing, yet he refrained from mentioning it, opting instead to push my buttons further. "Oh, there are countless reasons. Perhaps I simply enjoy having you this close to me. Or maybe I'm not quite ready to release my hold on your delightful spirit."

Driven by a sudden surge of defiance, I seized his arm, twisting it with deft precision until I had him turned around, my grip pressing his arm firmly against his back, rendering him unable to escape. "I think you're listening to me now," I whispered fiercely into his ear. "You may have a handsome face, but I have no intention of entangling myself with a pirate who recently laid hands on my father!"

He let out a huff of surprise at the rapid role reversal, but beneath the annoyance blossomed an undeniable smirk as he admired my strength and audacity. "Ooh, feisty and strong. I like that," he admitted, his amusement evident in the lilt of his voice. "But you know, sweetheart, I had my reasons for confronting your father. It wasn't personal, I swear."

"Oh, but this feels rather personal," I countered, a playful smile dancing on my lips as I landed a swift kick to his leg, sending him tumbling to his knees before me. With his back still turned and my grip unyielding, I leaned closer, my voice a sultry whisper. "I prefer you on your knees, Captain." There was a hint of mischief in my tone as I reveled in his irritation before slipping away into the chaos of the city.

Wincing against the dull throb in his leg, he cursed softly, astonished that I'd toppled him so effortlessly. The world around us seemed to fade as he remained kneeling, still processing the shock of my boldness. As I whispered taunts into his ear, his annoyance simmered, ignited by the warmth of my breath against his skin tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

"You little minx," he muttered, delight dancing in his eyes as a slow smirk crept back onto his lips. "You've chosen to play a dangerous game, sweetheart. Just know this—I'll be coming for you."

[guiraguira]

The Hypmic boys and if they believe in ghosts

This one was fun, it should have included more categories, because the interaction of the boys with paranormal things is quite broad 😂

💜 Believe in ghosts and spirits, they are not very afraid of them but they don't want to meet one: Ichiro - Hifumi - Rosho- (Saburo)

❤️Yes, he is afraid of ghosts and spirits, on more than one occasion they slept with the light on or ran away from unknown noises: Dice - Ramuda - Doppo - Jyushi - (Jiro)

💜 They don't believe in spirits or ghosts but they respect those who do, for them these phenomena have logical explanations: Samatoki - Jakurai - Hitoya (he was possessed but he just keeps denying it)

💜 They don't believe in anything, but they take advantage of those who do believe by playing practical jokes on them without any kind of remorse. Jyuto - Sasara - Rei

❤️ Spirits and ghosts are afraid of them: Gentaro - Rio - Kuko (this guy works by exorcising them 😂)