#I'm a little bruised but mostly fine i think

[existennialmemes]

Me: [slips and falls]

My nervous system: MAYDAY MADAY WE ARE UNDER ATTACK Deploying Defensive Maneuver- Get Dizzy And Pass Out

Me: Really not seeing how this is helping

My Nervous System: IT'S NOT HELPING LAUNCHING PANIC ATTACK

[demonpiratehuntress]

The Straw Hats (+Ace) with you being injury prone

Featuring: Zoro x Reader, Luffy x Reader, Sanji x Reader, Usopp x Reader, Ace x Reader

Summary - you get hurt very easily. waking up with random bruises, tripping over your own feet, walking into walls, etc. and your boyfriend is extremely concerned.

Warnings - like one swear word

A/N: im super clumsy and VERY injury prone, so i thought this might be fun to write. writing this with ice on a bump on my head :))))

ZORO

Zoro tends to get murderous when he spots an injury or even the smallest cut on you. He is immediately ready to tear up whatever caused it, or slice the person responsible into ribbons. So you try to hide it as best you can, especially since you are especially clumsy and getting hurt is your biggest skill. Got a cut or bruise? You're wearing long pants and long-sleeved shirts. Bump on your head? Beanie or hat.

Sometimes, though, your body forgets you're trying to conceal your clumsiness and it will blatantly expose you, such as right now.

"OW! DAMN IT!"

You had been trying to sneak up on Zoro, who was laying out on deck - you guessed it - taking another nap. One of his eyes opened at the sudden cry, landing on your figure nearby. You were hopping around on one foot, clutching your knee with both hands, your expression pained. The swordsman sat up.

"How did you hurt your knee?"

Indeed, there was nothing around for you to hit your knee on - a precaution taken by Nami and Chopper, the only two who knew about your unfortunate tendency to get hurt.

"I...I kicked it."

"How did you-" Zoro was absolutely stunned. He was an idiot, but even he knew there's no way you could kick your own knee. It was physically impossible. He got up to come an inspect it.

"I'm fine!" You promised, setting your foot down - unfortunately for you, it twisted and took you down with it. "OW!"

Zoro's jaw dropped. It took a hot minute for him to react, too shocked to fully comprehend what had just happened. When he got over it he carefully lifted you up, taking you back to his hammock so he could take care of you. He had turned his back for a second before he heard a loud thud.

You groaned.

"HOW DID YOU FALL OFF THE HAMMOCK?!"

He was immediately rushing over to pick you up again, keeping you in his arms this time. He was so worried, the poor guy, eyes grazing over your body in concern. You didn't look physically hurt, but he could tell you were in pain. Mostly from the impacts of your falls. From then on, he's your personal bodyguard, having to physically move some things so you wouldn't knock against them, or move you so you wouldn't hit anything. As for the hammock...he always made sure to get on first so he could hold you and keep you from rolling off.

Good luck convincing him to ever let you walk anywhere - or do anything - alone again.

LUFFY

Luffy is a menace. Far from being concerned about you when you would trip or bump your head, this damn idiot has the nerve to burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.

"You're funny, (Name)!"

And he doesn't mean to hurt or upset you, it's just the way he is. He's seen you on the battlefield, mercilessly crushing whoever got in your way, so he doesn't think much of these little accidents. He thinks you're not hurt, that you're completely fine and doing it on purpose to - yes this is his reason - entertain him. After all, why else would such a ruthless fighter just flop and fall around for no reason?

"Luffy, I don't think she did that on purpose..." Usopp tried to tell the captain, who was trying to convince you to fall again.

You frowned, trying your best to not get upset with your dumbass boyfriend, and before you could stop yourself, your body already obliged. You turned and walked right into the mast - face smashing against the hard wood. You groaned and stumbled back, your nose hurting and eyes glossing over. You fell onto your butt, earning another round of obnoxious laughter from Luffy.

"DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND LAUGH!" Sanji knocked Luffy so hard on his head that the captain fell to the floor, hitting the deck face-first. Then the cook came to help you up.

"Thanks," you mumbled, feeling so embarrassed.

It was then that Luffy noticed your tears, and he sprung to his feet - completely unaffected by Sanji's attack. He came up to you and grabbed your arms, making you look at him.

"(Name), what's wrong?"

"I'm fine," you smiled, shaking off his concern. You made to walk away, but you once again turned and slammed into the mast.

"CAN WE MOVE THIS DAMN THING?!"

"But that's...that's always been there?" Usopp said-asked meekly.

You shot him a glare so withering that he screamed and cowered behind Luffy, who just laughed and wrapped his arms around you, extending them until he had you completely encased in a cocoon made by his arms.

"There, now you can't get hurt!"

SANJI

Sanji, like Zoro, tends to overreact when you get hurt. And by overreact, I mean he dropkicks everyone and everything that dared to cause you harm. So you try to hide your injuries from your overly concerned boyfriend, opting to cover them with layers. Sanji found this a bit odd, but otherwise didn't press. But slowly he started to notice things he hadn't before.

"My love, watch that-"

You bumped into the wall, sending your book crashing onto your face.

"-wall."

He rushed over to check if you were okay, laughing a little when you pulled the book away from your face to smile at him sheepishly.

"I'm fine."

Seconds after you said that disaster struck again, with you tripping over your own feet - with absolutely nothing being in the way - and falling over. Sanji's eyes widened and he quickly helped you back up.

"You are very clumsy, (Name)," he chuckled, not knowing that was exactly it.

"I am," you agreed, hiding your embarrassed blush behind your book.

Before he could say anything else, you took off and tried to quickly walk away before he could notice the growing bruise on your knee. That failed, as you hadn't taken three steps before you crashed into one of your oncoming crewmates, and fell backwards.

"Mosshead! Why did you push (Name)!" Sanji yelled, coming over looking ready to throw hands.

"As if I would do that!" The swordsman snapped back.

"Well she's on the floor isn't she?!"

"She bumped into me!"

"How dare you blame (Name) you big oaf!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

You quickly stood up and got in between them, averting the total destruction of the Going Merry.

"He's right, Sanji. I bumped into him. I told you I'm clumsy."

You didn't have to say more before you were suddenly scooped up into the cook's arms, hearts in his eyes with his next words.

"Well then I'll just carry you everywhere my love!"

USOPP

Generally speaking, Usopp is a lot more alert than most of the crew. So it's no surprise that he picked up on your clumsiness early on, but he didn't think it was anything to worry about since it was just small stuff. But the moment you walked in one day with a bag of ice on your head, unsuccessfully trying to conceal it under a hat, Usopp grew alarmed.

"(Name), is everything okay?" Your concerned boyfriend asked you, stopping you from lifting something up. "Your head-"

"Is fine," you finished with a smile, kissing his cheek. "But thanks babe."

You walked away before he could insist on you telling him what was going on. But unfortunately for you, your two left feet gave you away and you stumbled forward, dropping the box and then tumbling over it. Usopp cried out in alarm and ran to your side, helping you up.

"(Name)!" He fussed over you. "Okay that's it, what's going on?"

"Should have known I couldn't fool the brave Captain Usopp," you smiled, trying to divert his attention.

"Well, I-" He stopped laughing confidently when he realised what you were doing, "Hey! You can't do that! Tell me, I'm worried."

You sighed, "I'm just clumsy, that's all. And injury prone."

"That...explains a lot..."

You growled and smacked him, "Is that all you can say?!"

"S-sorry!" He apologised quickly, rubbing his head. He was about to take you to Chopper for nothing other than he was worried you were hurt internally, when you suddenly tripped and fell on top of him.

He groaned, "Clumsy is an understatement."

ACE

He notices right away. There was no way it was normal for someone to walk into a wall that they knew was there, or to trip on a flat surface, or bonk their head on a shelf that they knew was over their heads - multiple times. But somehow, you managed to do all of that and more, and poor Ace was sick with worry about your physical health.

"OW! FUCK!"

Ace's head shot up from the bed, "What happened?!"

"I hit my head again..."

"Same shelf?"

"...Same shelf."

He chuckled before getting up and going over to you, bringing you into his strong arms. He placed a kiss on your head, replacing your hand rubbing your sore spot with his hand.

Later on, you were trying to bring him something, when you stubbed your toe on the bedframe and tumbled onto the bed, startling the poor man out of his nap.

"(Name)!" He figured you must have tripped, but he was not prepared for your tears. "Where does it hurt?"

"My toe..." You pouted. "I hit my food on the bed."

He face-palmed. It takes a lot for Ace of all people to face-palm, so embarrassment creeped up on you. Before you could protest, he pulled you on top of him and made you lay on his chest.

"I swear, you're a walking safety hazard," he teased. "Looks like I can't let you leave the room now."

He meant it. And if you did leave, it was with him. He was just too worried about not being around when you hurt yourself, which was valid because he was always your source of comfort.

Later...

"What happened to your eye?"

"I...fell...out of the bed..."

"...."

You are on the verge of making Ace cry.

[cordeliawhohung]

You created a monster in me with underboss!Simon and now you must take responsibility.

Please feed my new addiction with relationship headcanons 😩😩😩. I love him and Shy!reader.

i've created so many monsters y'all gotta stop biting at my ankles or at least start paying rent or smth <3 also i'm still trying to work out a lot of the dynamics of the relationship between them so this is still a little bare boned but i hope you enjoy!

mafia!141 masterlist <3

warnings: mostly fluff :3 simon is a bit of a prick lol, fem!reader,

just in case anyone missed it, this is how underboss!Simon and shy!Reader meet <3

it takes a brutally long time for the two of you to start dating. a brutally long time.

and it isn't for lack of trying on Simon's end. he manages to get your number somehow (i hear Soap is very tech savvy...) and asks you out the week after the dinner at John's house, only for you to decline.

which is fine. he can take rejection. but this is... different. you're too kind when you say no. you're not saying it because you think you're too good for him, you're saying it because of something else, and Simon can tell the difference but can't exactly tell what it is.

it drives him nuts for a long time. you were supposed to be just another number in his phone for a booty call. he's used to getting pretty much anything he wants, after all, but even then it shouldn't have bugged him as much as it did. maybe it was because he liked the way you looked at him. not with disgust. not with some lustful intention. you were... soft. kind, even.

as for you? you think it's crazy how this 6'4", ripped, and kind guy showed interest in you. you, someone too anxious for her own good, someone who said no because it was less scary than committing to something. and you hate yourself for rejecting him.

so in an effort to stay close to him, you text him pretty often. you send him pictures of things you see or run into during your day. something funny at work, a cool rock you found in someone's garden, the spider that decided to make its home in your shower. and sweetheart, you have no idea what you're doing to the poor man ):

this goes on for a long while. just simon being a stupid man, not wanting to push your boundaries after you already rejected him, and you being too anxious to fix things and ask him yourself.

eventually, by some miracle (that i might write more about later because like i said BARE BONES) the two of you get together. and it's... interesting. simon isn't really used to dating. like properly. he's used to buttering a girl up, going back to her place for a quick fuck, and then only seeing her whenever either of them are too bored and horny to function. but with you it's nothing like that at all. there's no sex on the first date, not even a damn kiss, and he finds himself craving you more than ever because of it. wanting to be around you all the time, wanting to hear about your day.

man is fucking obsessed.

he treats you like a princess. he only ever really spent his money on stupid shit but now he can spend it on you! you never ask for anything, but god forbid if you express that anything, be it clothes or otherwise, looks cute because he will buy it for you, no matter how awkward you are at receiving gifts.

also! because he's so big and somewhat brutish, no one fucks with you when you're in public together. annoying kiosk clerks trying to aggressively sell you something? one look from him and they're gone. someone messed up your order but you're too anxious to ask them to fix it? he's advocating for you.

because of him, you find yourself growing less afraid and anxious of things. he teaches you how to be brave, and you teach him how to be soft. there's nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for you <3

oh also btw he's in the mafia. he might have forgotten to mention that... hope that doesn't freak you out or anything. don't worry about the blood on his shirt or the bruises on his face or the cuts on his arms or... oh god you look like you're going to cry. it's nothing, sweetheart! promise! stop trying to take him to the hospital!

also, some sorta unrelated comments: i think shy!reader is def a hostess at a restaurant. i feel like simon would hang out at the restaurant too just to be around you. he'd also slip you a tip, even though you tell him you make hourly and don't depend on tips.

"consider it my way of saying thanks for sitting us at the table with the best view."

the view is you, btw.

AHHH i'm sorry this was such a mess? i have so many jumbled thoughts but i'm glad i was able to get some of them out and i hope they were somewhat enjoyable al;kdjf i'll be working on a short drabble/oneshot for him over the weekend, so i'm hoping that'll make up for this <3

[tvhsleb3ww]

BLACKOUT! - OIKAWA TOORU

summary, both you and tooru woke up in the middle of the night due to a blackout

"GYAH!"

he squealed when he heard the sound of something falling on the floor. you clutched onto the back of his white t shirt. your heart rate increased as both of you and your husband walked further into the dark living room.

"walk faster, tooru!"

you groaned and smacked the back of his shoulder, making him grunt out an 'ow!' he pouts at you but you can't really see it due to how dark the apartment is at the moment.

"i'm trying! i can't see anything!"

he huffs out, stupid him he forgot his phone back in the bedroom. it was probably charging before this stupid black out happened. even if he did had his phone, it wouldn't be much help since the battery is dead.

a little while before...

when he moved to argentina for life, he knew he had to face a lot of things. mostly heat. though, he doesn't really mind a little bit of heat and sun exposure. he likes it, in fact. he likes how he looks hotter with tanned skin (self proclaimed).

but he didn't expect it to be this hot.

before he drifted to slumberland, his arms were wrapped around you, with your head on his chest. the proximity between you two was insane, but you both love it. he could've sworn he turned the AC on.

guess he was wrong when he woke up at exactly 3:45 AM with sweat forming on his forehead and all over his body at an insane amount. he furrows his eyebrows at the sudden heat, especially at night time. he fans himself with his white shirt that he practically wants to pry off right now.

he looks over to you to see you squirming in your sleep, changing sides every now and then. he could see that you were uncomfortable as well.

then, he figured that it was a blackout. he had that idea when he looked up to see the fan wasn't moving an inch as it should be. the AC had been turned off and the hallway lights that both of you usually leave on at night, is turned off.

he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. what a terrible time to be having a blackout.

soon, you woke up as well and sat up next to him. a yawn escapes your lips, as you bring a hand to rub your eye. he smiles at you. even in the dark, he manages to see your beautiful figure.

"morning, beautiful"

he said in a light tone, obviously teasing you. you hummed, your hair is a little messy.

"hm, why is it so hot?"

you asked and faced him. you can barely make out his face due to how dark it is. the only source of light you have is from the moonlight that shone through your balcony. though it was minimal.

"because of me possibly"

he jokes, to lighten up the mood. you rolled your eyes and smacked his bicep, making him chuckle.

"i'm being serious here, tooru"

he huffs and feigns offense.

"fine, i'm pretty sure it's a blackout. the power is out"

you hummed to his statement, fanning yourself with your hand.

"can't really sleep now with the temperature. what do we do?"

you asked to which he smirked.

"we could make out-"

"absolutely not"

you scoffed and he pouts, though it wasn't a bad idea, you don't think him bruising your lips with his own is appropriate to do in these moments.

"ugh, it's so hot. i wanna rip off my clothes right now"

"doesn't seem like a bad idea, you should try"

you don't need light to see that stupid flirty smirk and wink of his. you rolled your eyes at him.

"we're in a crisis and all you can think about is getting laid?"

he yawns as he nodded his head and leans against the bedframe.

"well, you're to blame for my thoughts"

you shook your head and before you can say anything to him, the sound of glass hitting the floor echoed throughout the apartment, making both your eyes widen.

he swears his heart rate increased and beated in an insane pace. his face starts to lose a little colour. oh god, he hates these kind of scary things.

the second that sound broke out, he clutches onto you for dear life. his arms wrapped tightly around your body as your cheeks squished against his chest.

"mmf- tooru! it's hot!"

"i can't let go! i'm scared!"

he squeaks and you huffed.

"it's probably nothing, calm down"

"oh yeah? i don't think 'nothing' can push off something until it breaks, darling"

you glared at him. seriously, it was amusing to see this buff and confident man getting all scared at what may possibly be something scary.

you were a little scared too, you weren't gonna lie.

"we should check it out"

"WHAT? are you insane!?"

you nodded to which he just whined at you. you pry off his hands off your body to get up from the bed, quickly searching for your phone.

"wait! you're not being serious, are you?"

he pouts when he sees you stood up next to the bed. you sighed when you couldn't find your phone.

"i am! i have to see what broke"

"and leave me here? alone!?"

he squeals when you scoffed at him and walk towards the door. he yelped and quickly escaped the bed to join you, his hand clutched on your arm.

"(y/n), baby, honey, as much as i love how crazy you can get and how hot you are when you do so, i don't think this is the right idea"

you huffed and grabbed his hand with your own.

"cmon, we'll go together, okay?"

"i'm too young to die! i wanna experience having kids, sending them off to college and beating that asshole ushiwaka-"

he rambles, as if he was going to die. you sighed. even at a time like this, he can be as dramatic as can be.

"it's nothing, i'm sure of that. i just need to see what broke and we'll get back in bed"

he pouts and gives up on changing your mind. as much as he wants nothing to do with this, he can't leave you alone. hell, he doesn't wanna be left alone.

which got you two in this position in the first place.

you clutched the back of his shirt, as both of you walked further into the living room.

"OW! i stepped on something sharp!"

he whined as he takes a step back to see the broken pieces. you sighed when you see the pieces of your favourite vase that your mother gifted.

"aww, i really love this one"

he hums and pats your back.

"at least we know what broke now. so, let's go back to bed, shall we?"

he says before grabbing your arm and leading you to the bedroom. before you could protest, a certain sound made you both freeze.

both of you let out a scream when something fuzzy ran through your legs. one of the screams being at the higher pitch, obviously tooru's.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?"

he yelped and hugged you tight.

"i don't know!"

then a small 'meow' echoed.

and right then, the hallway lights turned on and so did the fan and the AC. a small cat made it's way to your leg, purring as it rubs its head against your calf.

he blanked out as he sees you patting the cat. how did that get here?

"aw, turns out it was this guy"

"what the- how did it get here?"

he pouted when he sees you paid attention to the purring feline. he clears his throat loudly, to get your attention.

"probably went inside when i was closing the door and hid off somewhere. it's so cute though"

he scoffs.

"yeah well, i'm cuter anyways. cmon! let's get back to bed!"

he whined and tugs on your nightdress. you rolled your eyes at him before taking the cat outside.

"you owe me consoling kisses by the way for making me go through such a horrendous experience"

you snickered before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, making him smile.

"okay, you big baby"

[iamcalmdammit]

Sleepless night || [Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader]

note: this was supposed to be something completely different but then simon turned into a lovesick puppy somehow. what do you think?

Simon could only hear the sound of an explosion nearby and see the smoke from where he was, but Soap was close, he reported it was the same building you were in. His heart was racing, his thoughts wandering a little too far as he thought about the worst case scenario.

"Echo 3-7, come in," There was no response. "Echo 3-7, do you copy?" He forced himself to sound calm, but in reality he was everything but calm. He was losing his mind, getting into a thought spiral he was afraid he wouldn't be able to escape until you finally said something. "Y/N, please, say something," he tried again, this time sounding desperate.

"Lt., I have a visual on her, she seems to be okay," came Soap's voice through his earpiece.

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Positive. From here it seems like she's trying to use her radio."

Right, it must be it, it just doesn't work properly after you being so close to the explosion. Maybe you didn't even hear him calling out for you. "Must be the result of the blast," he noted eventually.

"Probably. I'm on my way there." Some time passed in silence which made him think Soap didn't feel like chatting this time around. But he was wrong as the sergeant broke the silence not a whole five minutes later. "So her real name is Y/N?"

After letting out a long sigh, Simon closed his eyes. "Yes," he replied, knowing well enough what was about to come.

"Why did she tell you?"

"She had her reasons."

"You two are close, aren't you?"

"Not anymore."

"I bet she has seen you without the mask," Soap said and it was clear through his voice that he was smiling to himself.

"She has."

"You were dating, weren't you?"

Okay, this was getting out of hand. "Don't push your luck, sergeant," Simon warned him.

"Okay, fine, I'll stop, sir."

"Thank you. What's your status?"

"Almost there. No sight of the attackers."

Good. At least you weren't in danger now. He could only hope you had no injuries of any kind, like a nasty internal bleeding you didn't notice due to the spike in your adrenaline level. He couldn't lose you, not now and not like this.

There were so many things he wanted to say after what had happened between you. He fucked up big time and it was by now crystal clear to him that you had to talk about your relationship. You had to fix it. He had to fix it.

"She's fine, Lt., only has a couple of bruises and cuts," Soap's voice came through the earpiece again. "Her radio is dead, we'll stay together from now on."

"Copy. I'll get the car and pick you up. Stay where you are."

"Understood."

The car ride back to the team's temporary base passed in complete silence. You didn't say a word, mostly focused on the city around you instead, while Soap was clearly torn between asking a bunch of questions from the two of you and keeping silent as it was none of his business. In the end he kept his eyes on your environment, making sure no one was following you.

You didn't talk to him. Aside from a short thanks back when you had gotten into the car in front of the building, you said absolutely nothing. He didn't mind as having a conversation in front of the others now would have been torture. It was hard to control his emotions and since you didn't want the rest of the team to find out about your history, it was best to keep quiet for now.

Late at night, around two or three in the morning, Simon woke up. He was staring at the ceiling for a while, thinking about you. Again. But this time he had enough. He couldn't wait any longer. So he quietly stood up and walked over to where you were sleeping.

"Hey, Y/N, wake up," he said, gently putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Why?" you asked groggily.

"Let's talk."

"Now? What time is it anyway?"

"Late, but it can't wait."

"All right."

The pair of you walked to a room far from the others and he quickly put his hands on your shoulders as he looked you in the eye. "You sure you're okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"I'm glad to hear that." Biting on his lower lip under the mask, he thought about how to proceed. It was a dangerous conversation that could go wrong any second. "After seeing the place explode I thought I'd lost you," Simon admitted after some thinking.

You let out a short laugh upon hearing this. "It's not that easy to get rid of me."

"That I know."

Silence fell between you and he could see you were struggling to figure out what to say. "Is this why you woke me up?" you asked in the end.

"No, I actually wanted to tell you something," he quickly replied before gulping. "I fucked up, I know that now."

"Took you long enough."

You were right, he couldn't argue with this statement. "Every time I saw you with Alex, knowing how much he knows about you--the real you," he began uncertainly but didn't finish the sentence just yet. After inhaling and exhaling, he eventually said, "It was too much and I definitely misread the situation."

"And?" you asked expectantly.

"You're just friends, more like siblings. I get it, I have no reason to be jealous."

"Thank you. What changed your mind?"

"Time," he said. "I thought a lot about what went wrong after we broke up. Also… Yeah, it probably helped that Alex came to talk to me about it. He told me how badly I hurt your feelings."

Letting out a groan, you put a hand on the back of your neck. "I'll have to talk to him about boundaries," you said quietly.

"He was just worried about you."

A few months ago he wouldn't have thought of protecting Alex, but here he was, trying to do it. He was important to you and Simon didn't want to stand between the two of you. He had to get over his stupid jealousy.

"You know, I was wondering if we could start again," he spoke up again. "I miss you. I never thought I would ever say something like this, but I can't sleep without you next to me. I can't eat, I can't breathe, I can't focus. I can't live like that."

"I know the feeling," you noted quietly. "You left me, Simon. You said things that really hurt me. I spent days blaming myself, that maybe you're right, that maybe I let him too close."

Shaking his head, he quickly stepped closer to put a hand on the side of your neck, caressing your jawline with his gloved thumb. "You need a friend you can talk to about the things you do on the field, I didn't get that back then, but I get it now," he explained with a smile you couldn't see now.

Smiling yourself, you reached out and took off his mask. "You're lucky you're cute," you told him.

"You think I'm cute?" You nodded. "Marry me," he blurted out.

"What?"

Yeah, what? But as he thought about it, it wasn't a joke or anything. "I'm serious," he told you. "Let's get married."

Shaking your head, you stood on your toes to kiss him gently. "We barely agreed to give our relationship another shot, I think it's too soon," you said with your hands on his chest.

"Come on, in our line of work we shouldn't wait with things like this. Let's celebrate that we found someone who can understand why we do what we do, someone who wouldn't judge the other for the things they do on the field," he tried.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" you asked with your head tilted to the side.

"For a couple of hours, I guess." You laughed and put his mask back on. "Hey, I know it's not that long, but I'm serious. Think about it. Please." Before you could say anything, you both turned to the door when you heard footsteps. "Not a word!" Simon warned him.

Soap opened his mouth, but in the end decided to put up his hands and go back to the others without saying anything.

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

comforting abby anderson after patrol!

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a/n: I love abby, and she needs love. she's a big baby. also, I will be writing more after New years due to Christmas and my birthday being so soon! enjoy! credit to @whore4abby 's bot on c.ai! used the intro to get some ideas! go show them some love!

warnings: not necessarily angst. but abby is sad and vulnerable and needs your support. petnames (baby, babe, baby girl, pretty girl) mostly used for abby bc i think she deserves to be called baby girl and pretty girl. not proofread.

words: 1k-ish

Abby returns from her patrol, her skin littered with a few new cuts and bruises. she walks into her room, taking off her jacket and placing her things down gently. she pulls the hair tie from the end of her braid and runs her calloused hands through her hair to loosen it, groaning in relief as she looks over at the bed.

"baby… you awake….?"

you're sleeping, or you were, until Abby's voice stirs you from your slumber. you shift in bed and roll over to face the muscled blonde where she stands in front of you. you grumble and open your eyes before speaking, "I was, Abs. but I'm awake now. how was the patrol?"

your eyes follow your tall lover as she takes her dirty brown boots off, even though she's already left a trail of dirt in your quarters. she sits them by the door and stands by the bed, looking down at you. you notice a cut under her plump lips, right above her chin. a small trail of blood running down her chin from the cut.

abby frowns at the cut, wiping the blood against her rough hand before she notices you frowning at it. her lips turn into a sheepish smile, "i’m fine. really. it only stings a little.”

she takes a step towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. it sinks under her weight. “just couldn’t let a rookie go out alone. that’s my job.” she gives you a playful smile for a split second to hide her real emotions, but it fades, and she looks away.

you sleepily tug Abby closer to you. "Let me see the cut, babygirl."

abby rolls her eyes, and nods after a breath of a second, leaning down toward you and letting you inspect it. “fine. just don’t be too long about it, okay? im fine” her tone has an edge to it, one it usually lacks around you, as if she doesn’t want to admit that she’s letting you baby her. but her cheeks burn bright red when she feels your soft hands caress her cheeks to angle her head and see the cut better.

you wipe some blood from the cut and move to get up and grab a small first aid kit you kept under your bed. "Come here, pretty girl."

abby’s entire face is flushed red at the words 'pretty girl', and she’s breathing just a bit fast now, as she shifts closer to you and waits for you to do your thing. her fists clenched tightly as her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. in this state she’s vulnerable and almost childlike….

you kiss Abby's cheek in hopes to calm the taller woman. you clean the cut and disinfect it then put the items away once you're done. you looks at Abby with a bright smile that fills her with a warm feeling, "All better, baby. are you hungry?"

abby’s gaze is lowered, hiding her blush. she looks like she wants to protest, but her stomach growls loudly. “yeah..i could go for a bite.”

in reality, this whole little routine, coming back to your quarters and having you take care of her after patrol, it’s starting to make her feel weird.. like shes not being strong and independent or doing the things people expect her to do. her stomach growls again.

“i mean…if you’re offering…”

"Babe... what's wrong?" you ask as you place your hands on your hips with a small frown. "Talk to me. you can talk to me, baby. you know that."

Abby sighs and shakes her head a little. “i just… people make such a big deal about all this… protecting me, caring for me. I know I do these things for others and I should expect the same in return.. but it all just feels so… soft. I don't know.. i never expected to feel weak like this and…”

her speech trails off as the corners of her mouth twitch into a slight pout, like she's not sure if she's upset or not.

you frown a bit more, but your expression softens as you sit next to Abby.

"Well... I don't think it makes you weak to be taken care of. you're allowed to be vulnerable. especially with me. we're lovers, Abby. I love you. and I want to care for you. I want to cook for you and wash your hair and rub your back before bed. I want to make you happy and as comfortable as you can be."

you offer your hand to Abby as if to ask to hold her hand. "You're still the toughest girl out there. even if you have someone take care of you at times, baby. I mean, you can lift me up like it's nothing." you joke a bit with a big smile to ease Abby, then you lean over to kiss the blonde's cheek.

Abby laughs a little and leans into the kiss, her expression relaxing as you speak to her. her cheeks are still a bit red, but the lightness of her smile can be seen. she reaches out for the hand, and squeezes it firmly.

"well… if you’re willing to put up with my grumpy moods and childishness… i guess i’ll accept the care…”

she leans closer and gives you a little kiss on the cheek, as a sign of thanks for putting up with her weird moods.

"Always. I mean you put up with me all the time. and I think we both know I'm a handful." you laugh then wrap Abby in a warm hug.

"Come here and let me kiss you, silly girl!"

Abby lets out a soft little groan at the hug, as if to pretend it hurt, and then leans up to press her lips against yours softly. her lips are chapped and slightly swollen from the harsh outdoor conditions, but they’re still very soft like usual.

"you are a handful, but somehow you’ve won me over… i don’t know how..” her voice is more of a teasing whisper as she leans into your embrace and wraps her arms around you tightly in a warm hug.

"I think I know how..." you tease back and move to kiss all across her face. "With my stellar kissing skills!"

Abby squeaks as she’s kissed all along her cheeks and forehead. her cheeks were already a bit red from simply being hugged, but now they were bright red and hot to the touch. she groans again and laughs. “that… that is very true… you’re a very good kisser.”

you laugh at Abby a bit, then jump up to pull Abby up from the bed along with you. "Come on. let's get you a snack."

a/n: I love her ur honor! feedback is always welcome!

[luna0713hunter]

I'm in love with your fics.

Do you have a Masterlist somewhere? 😎

Also, could I request something about Shanks x reader? Maybe a fight (with swords and everything) where Shanks save/protects reader and then full fluff at the aftermath? 💖 Shanks is my everything! 💕💕💕💕

Thank youuu!

Author's note : awww thank you! And yes!!!i just updates my master list!!its in my pinned message,and you can also search "masterlist"!! So understandable,Shanks is one of my favorites as well :))) i hope you like it!!enjoy~

Take my breath away

Shanks x reader

Warnings : none really, typical fighting and slight injuries,mention of Shank's lost arm,fluff fluff fluff,and ofc hurt/comfort ,pet names

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When your back hits the ground,hard,you wonder how things ended up like this.

It was a typical day;the morning starting out when Benn spotted the land,then all of you going to the market to restore food and drinks (mostly booz) and any weapons needed.

It was a typical,calm day. Until it wasn't.

You were so close to your ship when another crew of pirates attacked you.

That's how you ended up on the ground, groaning as the pirate you were fighting with kicks you in the ribs. The action has you letting out a small yell while trying to get up and fight back,but the next kick to you temple has your eyesight darkening as everything starts to blur.

You dont lose consciousness,but you're close to it. So when you hear a distant shout of your name you think you might be hallucinating. But the arm around your shoulders and almost rough shaking of your body feels very much real.

So you squeeze your eyes shut and let out another pained groan before opening them once again.

Everything is a little fuzzy at the edge,but you manage to finally keep your focus on your savior.

Red hair is the first thing that gets your attention.

"Shanks?"

You internally cringe at how horse your voice sounds.

"Yeah baby girl,its me," the arm around you tightens as Shanks pulls you closer to his chest, "can you keep those pretty eyes open for me, princess?"

Oh, you think,when did you close them?

"It hurts."

"i know, I'm sorry my love."

"I'm sleepy too."

"you can sleep all you want once the medic takes a good look at you." His lips press to your forehead so gently that you close your eyes again. Shanks taps your cheek with his finger and smiles softly when you meet his eyes with your glazed over ones, "dont sleep yet,Baby girl."

You whine and rub your face in his neck,making him chuckle slightly.

"but I'm tiredddd."

"tell you what," his voice is so calming that it eases the pang behind your eyes slightly, "if you manage to stay awake by the time the medic comes, I'll reward you with anything you want."

At the offer,you perk up and look at him with gleaming eyes.

"promise?"

"promise."

So you try your hardest to stay awake,and by the time the medic finishes checking on you and tells you that you can rest,you immediately fall asleep in Shank's arm.

✧

You wake up to fingers carding through your hair and caressing your bruised cheek.

The mere action of opening your eyes take lot of effort,but when you finally do it, you're met with your Captain's concerned gaze.

When Shanks notices your eyes on him,he immediately bends over you and rests his hand on your forehead.

"Angel,baby girl,can you hear me?"

You give him a slight nod and upon opening your mouth to speak,you burst into series of dry coughs. Shanks rushes to pour you a glass of water and after helping you sit up and rest your back against his chest,he helps you drink it.

When your throat is once again working,you rest your head on his shoulder tiredly and look around; you're in your shared room with Shanks,which immediately makes you relax further.

"how's everybody?"

"the guys are fine. You should worry about yourself. You were the most beat up of us all."

You groan and throw your head back, "this is so embarrassing," you mumble, "cant believe i was so careless."

"what're you talking about," Shanks takes hold of your chin and turns your head so he can look at you while raising his brows, "have you perhaps forgotten i came back from a fight single handed?"

You frown, "thats different!!you were fighting a giant sea monster!"

"its not different at all. Its a battle;and getting hurt is absolutely normal." His expression softens as his fingers trace your bandaged cheek, "not that it makes it any easier to see you like this." He gently presses his lips to your forehead and murmurs a soft apology.

"not your fault. Dont ever apologize" You caress his cheek and suddenly give him a devilish grin, "so,i was promised a reward if i recall correctly?"

Shanks chuckles and presses his lips to yours softly.

"anything you want."

And when you laugh and pull him down to kiss him breathless, he's sure he's going to regret promising you that.

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Helloooo, I’m not sure if you still do requests on One Piece characters or anything- but if you do I have a scenario in mind. I was wondering if you could do one specifically with Traflagar Law who has a S/O which gets injured and refuses his help. The S/O has a problem with accepting help and has trouble being vulnerable in front of others- only seeing it as weakness. This could also work for the other more colder One Piece characters…cause idk they just have a special place in my heart. (Though if you can’t that’s okay, but I thought I’d ask)

ALSO I read lots of your posts and absolutely love your scenarios and head-cannons, you literally portray all the characters so well and it’s amazing.

This is the cutest ask and thank you omg😭

I hope this is good🫶

And little trigger warning for descriptions of injury and blood at the beginning, I'll put a line so you know where to skip to if you don't want to read that bit.

I totally accidentally posted this so now I'm writing as it's up, forgive me😞 OKAY IT'S IN A FINISHED STATE I MAY ADD MORE AFTER I FORCE MY FRIEND TO READ OVER IT🕺🏻🕺🏻

I don't know if I'm happy with the length either i kinda feel it should be longer.

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The soft, shlick of a blade through flesh rings in your ears. The adrenaline rushing through your body swallows any pain in an instant, but you can feel the pressure as it drags into your side and you wince anyway.

But you can't stop.

If you stop he's going to get past, he's going to hurt the people you call a family and so you can't stop.

His frame is hulking, freakishly tall and looming over you. The level of brute force he's exerting has your heart stuttering in fear, the staccato rhythm making you feel light headed. Though that could be the blood that's dripping from your side.

You hit his sternum, hard, and feel a crack. He stumbles, dazed, your fist comes up to head height and your aim is killer as it slams into the side of the man's head.

He's out cold.

The sigh of relief that exits your body almost overshadows the sudden pain resonating throughout your torso. Without an oncoming threat, you're able to take the time to lift your shirt and look at the damage. It's mostly mottled bruising but just under your lowest left rib is a long but shallow cut. Not life threatening in any way but still inconvenient.

It hurts to breathe and you're not sure if your rib bones are fully intact either, not with the way he was hitting.

The adrenaline is fading quickly, you needed to get him inside.

He'd crumpled into a very ungraceful pile when you knocked him out and it's difficult to tie him securely. But you do. And then you take a deep breath and haul him up over your shoulders in a botched fireman's lift.

Your captain would want to find out who decided it would be a good idea to send someone after the heart pirates.

Your captain would...

The last thing you think about before you hit the deck face first is him.

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He's silent as he works.

It's almost unnerving actually, how quiet he can be when he wants to.

"Law-"

The look he shoots you is so intense that you physically shrink back, mouth closing as you drop your gaze to the floor.

He lets out a heavy sigh as he finishes disinfecting the last of his tools before he turns to you.

"What is wrong with you."

He's angry, you can feel it radiating off him, it digs into the soft underbelly of your emotions and you bristle at his words.

"I was just doing my job" Your tone is sharp but he doesn't flinch.

"Your job does not involved getting killed you idiot."

"Well I didn't get killed so it's not that big of a deal"

He looks like he's about to blow a gasket, the vein in his forehead pulsing with the renewed blood flow.

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal?"

You have the distinct feeling that you might've fucked up a little. That still doesn't stop you from digging a deeper hole to be buried in.

"I'm fine just let me deal with my own problems"

His eye actually twitches but you keep talking.

"It's barely a scratch, I don't need help- especially not yours."

The thunderous anger on his face is now accompanied by hurt, but his voice is soft when he says,

"Let me help you"

"I just said I don't need help"

"I don't think that you know what you need"

That stings. To know he doesn't trust your judgement after everything you've been through. There's a pressure at the back of your throat now and it's so uncomfortable, you need to leave.

But as you go to move, Law is much quicker as he grabs you by your upper arm, pulling you into his space.

"Where are you going"

You don't look at him.

He sighs before his other arm comes around your waist and he lifts, walking across the room to set you down onto a table.

"Why don't you understand that I care about you"

The emotion in his voice unsettles you, makes your chest feel tight and you really don't want to deal with this.

He's gentle as he gets to work on your injuries, easily cleaning and stitching up your side before moving to bind your ribs.

"I need you to remove your shirt"

Your hands are shaking, he hasn't really seen the full extent and you're sure he's not going to respond well. It's hard to get the buttons of your shirt undone so when a second pair of hands come up, you don't push them away. But him being closer means you hear the exact moment he realises how bad it is, his inhale is sharp and he says something in a language you don't know.

"Why didn't you call for backup?"

You take a while to respond, trying to squash down any emotion in your voice,

"I didn't need it"

"Did you want it?"

The question makes you squirm with discomfort, your eyes water.

"It doesn't matter because I didn't need it"

He sighs again. That's all you seem to be making him do today.

And then his arms are coming up around you, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and closer to him. One of his hands rests on your back and the other pushes your head into the crook of his shoulder, allowing you a semblance of privacy in such an intimate moment.

"You need to understand that not letting us help you is counterintuitive to being part of a crew"

The statement makes you flinch and you try to push away from him but that fight took a lot of your strength. His grip tightens anyways.

"Do you think I find it easy to be vulnerable?"

"...No"

"Do you think I would want you to die?"

You don't respond this time, chest heaving as you tremble.

"It's not easy to see you like this. You are not a human shield."

"I know" Your voice is quiet and thick with tears but he seems to relax slightly at your agreement.

The hand on your back is moving in gentle shapes, but his grip is still firm, as if he's trying to affirm that you're here and alive.

"I can't have a crew member that doesn't trust anyone"

You tense.

"I can't have a partner that won't be vulnerable with me"

Guilt and dread roll through your stomach. Surely he doesn't mean-

"I can't trust that you won't die because you feel can't rely on others so you're benched until we work through it"

Oh. You actually feel a bit relieved, you thought he was going in a much different direction. You lean back out of his hold so you can look at his face through wet eyes.

His expression is soft but he looks tired and the guilt rears it's head again.

"I'm sorry"

Somehow his expression gets even softer,

"I know"

He kisses you then. It's grounding, brings you back to a semblance of calm and you almost wonder why you were so apprehensive in the first place. He's gentle and warm and you feel slightly self conscious that your lips might be puffy from crying but you don't pull away.

It's reverent, like he worships you.

You think you could learn to let him take care of you.

You think you would let him do anything.

If it feels like this.

[ronearoundblindly]

Kissing, lighting and sleepy sex for Hideout Steve and Reader?

I am not prepared. My feels...they shall be too deep and endless. I shall try anyway.

From this dirty ask game for this AU series where Nomad Steve lets motel-employee!Reader soothe his touch-starved body. Lawd, halp me, this is about to get crunk in a tooth-rotting, put-some-pillows-beneath-you you're-gonna-faint type o' way. [y'all can't tell I drank during the eclipse today, right? I'm subtle? Cool.] MINORS DNI.

K - Kissing

ACK My heart! Or rather, there is something deeply adoring for Steve when you kiss his chest, over his heart. It makes him feel just that much more like a person who lives in this world, who belongs in this world, who will return one day to this world...

His hands are also a big one--no, not just actually big hands, but important to show love to because he uses them for such violence. Each kiss is like a little touch of forgiveness for what he's done or had to do with those hands. He appreciates the trust it takes, too, to kiss his palms, when he could easily stop you breathing (sorry, that sounds dark, but Nomad was in a dark place, okay, bad things occur to him now).

Steve loves to kiss your stomach, and it might be somewhat taboo to say, but he has a touch of that crawl-back-home-for-safety comfort thing going on when he presses close and holds your center to him. It's not a mommy kink or roleplay, per se; he relishes the connectedness of being one and curling up against you is the only non-sexual way he knows how to achieve that--like in Chapter 3 when he falls asleep in that position.

As far as leaving marks though? Steve can emphatically say 'hell no,' not on purpose. Pain is a bit, meh, weird for him because he heals so quickly. He might not even notice if you did bite or bruise him. He certainly wouldn't see it in the morning. He does not in any way associate marks with love or affection since he only ever saw them on himself after fights or on women (including his Ma) after being abused.

That is not love to Steve.

It's control, it's dominance, it's inequality, and he fucking hates it.

L - Lighting

Steve entirely defers to you on whether there are actual lights on or off. He likes to use his senses to explore and enjoy you, so without light is fine. He's just here for you.

Steve does, however,--no spoilers for Chapter 5--like ambiance such as candles or something dim and colorful. He thinks you'd look unbelievably perfect beside a sparkling Christmas Tree. He hopes to celebrate (all holidays and birthdays and everything) openly with you some day. The sooner the better.

(Except, no audience for him making love to you under those twinkling lights, please. He's staunchly opposed to that sort of thing.)

S - Sleepy Sex

So, again, no spoilers for Chapter 5, but once Steve gets comfortable with oral sex he is comfortable with oral sex, if you catch my drift.

If he wakes up first, he's on you in some way, arms and legs draped over you, kissing any place he can get to, man-handling you just enough to start something he 100% will finish. He's just...uh god, so attentive.

With the super senses and being a fugitive though, it's not often that you can wake up before him, truly, which limits or completely removes the ability to surprise him with a blowjob, but he will dreamily let you roam wherever your mouth and hands take you. As long as there's lots of contact. As much as possible really. Like lay your arms across his thighs and abs while playing with him. Maybe put your body over one of his legs and ride his foot if you need to. He must feel attached in some way. Cold, distant, or separated does not do it for him.

Here's my absolute, I-will-die, favorite thing about Hideout Steve though: when he's tired/fatigued/worn out/sleepy, he gets louder.

Much. Much. Louder, babes.

No cursing, mostly, but all the moans and groans and whining are totally dialed up. And I don't know about y'all, but I can't really think of anything fucking sexier than Nomad Steve screaming that he's gonna come.

🥵

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Here lies Ro in a puddle. She made up a man she wants and will never have.

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[maxislvt]

Satisfaction

Summary: Wanda really likes to take care of you. Even when you whine, pout, and insist on escaping her grasp. She knows how to put you back in your place.

Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, coercion, subspace technically, soft!dom!milf!wanda, sub! reader, no gendered terms

Author's note: First fic of the year!!! Go Me!!! Also, this is related to the milf Wanda Christmas fic but it's mostly because I'm obsessed with that dynamic so you don't have to read that to enjoy this!

Wanda never expected to enter the new year dating her next-door neighbor, but she was happy to say it. Spending Christmas and New Year's Eve with you was wonderful. You looked cute playing with the twins and the camera she bought you. You were already perfect and now you were perfectly hers. Everything was unbelievably great. Then, reality came along and tried bursting her bubble. 

At a staggering 5:30 in the morning, Wanda's peaceful sleep was disturbed by a bearing alarm that she certainly didn't set. 

"Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my Dragula"

The alarm was so loud that it had practically thrown Wanda out of sleep, but you merely stirred awake. Despite the hangover you should've had, you quickly hopped out of bed. Wanda was just a little bit faster than you. She pulled you back down to bed without thought and wrapped her arms around you. "And what has my favorite photographer in the whole wide world up so early?"  A few kisses to your cheek and forehead was all it took for you to lay back down. "I'll make breakfast later. Let's just get a few more hours, okay? 

Wanda's raspy voice and affection almost pulled you back into the land of dreams, but you were on a schedule. "I'm sorry, I promise to be on the first schedule for the new year. I can't be late." Rejecting Wanda had always made you upset, but it hurt more now that she was your girlfriend. It took all your self-control to free yourself from Wanda's addictive warmth. You were shocked when the only protest you received was a disapproving groan and a soft pout. "I won't be gone that long, I promise! Just a 3-hour shift and I'll be back home before you know it." Getting ready was deceptively easy. Wanda had brought some of your things to her house earlier in the week. Though it embarrassed you to admit, leaving Wanda's house just to be less than a mile away was torture. Everything was quiet 

Then, she attacked. Wanda walked up behind you just as you put your shirt on. Her hands slipped underneath the fabric. Before you could whine, she began attacking your neck with kisses. Smoldering hot teeth had no mercy on your soft skin. One kiss after another until it began to bruise. "I think someone still owes me a couple hundred in kisses," She whispered seductively before nibbling on your earlobe. Her arms wrapped around your body and pulled you back flush against her chest. "Come on, just stay home. Please?" 

You nearly collapsed on the floor. "Ah, don't do that! I don't have anything to cover them up with!" That information only served to invigorate Wanda. All your joints had turned to jelly, but your girlfriend didn't give up her torture. "It's just a few hours," You mumbled. A gasp escaped your lips as Wanda's finger broke the barrier of your underwear.  "Why are you making it so hard to leave," You asked with a heavy whine. Of course, you received no answer as Wanda's hand went straight for the wetness between your legs. Her slender fingers ran up and down your slit. "Fine, fine! I'll stay.

Wanda rewarded your compliance with another kiss. A real one this time. Her tongue invaded your mouth without a second thought. She easily dominated you with her experience and explored it without concern. She'd suck all the disobedience out of you if she could. "Why are you making it so hard for me to take care of you, hm? It's so much easier to give in and let yourself be my precious little baby." Before you could protest, she dragged you back to the bed to continue her assault on your senses. "I'll even call in for you, give me your phone." 

Wanda was all over you. Her neatly painted nails left heavier streaks of red. Sparkles and cotton filled your head and you thought you were floating. No one had ever made you feel that way before. It was like magic. Your body would only do what Wanda wanted it to. Even if you were embarrassed and wanted to argue you could call in yourself, you reached over to the nightstand and gave it to her anyways. 

"Thank you, sweetheart," She cooed and rubbed your thighs. Wanda called your boss. When the line clicked, her voice changed completely. "Hi, I hope it isn't any trouble to you but I'm Wanda, Y/N's girlfriend. You see, they haven't been feeling well and I was hoping they could have the day off," The tone she spoke in was a lot more professional compared to the sultry tone she used to drag you back to bed. "It's fine if not, I just don't want to risk someone else getting sick too."

"Oh, no it's perfectly fine! I'm glad someone called me, Y/N will work themselves to death if you don't watch them. Just say we canceled for the day!" 

The sound of your boss's voice immediately broke the trance and you were overcome with guilt. While your coworkers spent hours putting together documents and planning for the months ahead, you'd be swaddled up and pampered like a baby. That wasn't right. "No, W-" Wanda's fingers slipped into your open mouth and your lips closed around them instinctively. For a moment, they just sat there. Heavy on your tongue and stiff as a board. Then, Wanda began to move them in and out of your mouth. It was embarrassing, but your body seemed to love it. 

"Oh, thank you so much! I'll make sure they're in tip-top shape for their next shift!" Wanda nodded and hummed in agreement a few more times before hanging up. She pulled her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and smiled down at you. "Now, are you gonna play nice or do you need some more convincing ?" Her hands moved to pull down your pants and tossed them to the side. She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek when you nodded. "Good, now let's get you into some comfortable clothes." 

"Thank you," You whispered, unsure what else to say. Your brain would constantly switch back and forth between embarrassment and confusion. Why was Wanda talking to you like that? Was she trying to tease you with the finger thing? Is it okay to be wet after all of that? It didn't matter what the answers to your questions were, you wanted more. Pride be damned. Wanda made you feel good. 

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Wanda hadn't planned on teasing you so much. She just wanted to keep you taken care of and healthy. It wasn't her fault you'd suddenly become so compliant and mushy. You were just too cute. Walking around the house in nothing but your underwear and her baggy shirt, Wanda couldn't help but claim you. Getting you worked up was so easy. All she had to do was hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, then you'd be putty in her hands. 

That didn't mean she'd make it easy for you. If anything, putting you in such a headspace made it infinitely harder. All night you found yourself squirming and even full-on grinding against her trying to relieve the ache between your legs. Yet, it didn't matter to Wanda how obvious your need was. She wanted you to use your words. 

"Is everything okay? You've been awfully whiny, sweetheart. " Wanda bit back a smile hearing you whine as you rolled over into her lap. "I'm sorry, I don't know what 'hnng' means." She placed her book down on the nightstand and held your hips in place. "I don't know what your huffing means either," She teased. Instead of answering your obvious pleas, she simply raised her eyebrows when you guided her hand to space between her legs. "Awe, do you want me to rub your belly?" She asked in that sickeningly sweet tone she'd been using all day. Wanda kissed your face as she scratched your stomach.

You whined out in frustration but accepted the affection nonetheless. It wasn't fair. All you had to do was say a few words but your brain simply refused to. Your tongue set heavy in your mouth as you continued to whine. Grinding against her was impossible too. Only Wanda could satisfy and she'd happily do it if just asked. After several minutes of dumbly attempting to grind against her lap and whining, you finally spoke. "Touch me, please?" 

Part of Wanda, one much crueler and sadistic, considered pushing you further. Just to see how desperate she could get you. She decided to play nice. "Awe, baby, why didn't you just ask? I would've helped you hours ago." Her hand slipped underneath your boxers and toyed with your clit. Slow, tight circles sent shivers up your spine and caused more wetness to leak out. "Oh, you're such a messy thing but mo- I promise to help clean you up when we're done." 

Had you been lucid, you would've caught Wanda's slip-up. You were just too needy to notice. All you could focus on was the burning heat in your stomach begging to come out. You clung to your girlfriend and grinded against her hand. "M-more," You stuttered out. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head once Wanda finally thrust one of her fingers into you. You weren't a virgin, but no one had ever gone as deep as Wanda did. Just two of her fingers had reduced you to nothing but a pile of whimpers and moans. 

The small whimpers that came from your mouth were addictive. "That's it, I'm here to make it better. Just let it out." Wanda didn't miss the way your moans seemed needier as she praised you. Her fingers curled against your g spot and she hummed. "You're just the cutest little thing, aren't you?" She spread her fingers apart and enjoyed the way your walls fluttered around them. "One day, I'm going to fill you up with my cock and you're gonna look adorable!"

An image popped into your head. One of you bent over on the bed and fucked senseless by the thick red dildo you weren't supposed to see the first time you did. The thought alone sent you crashing into an orgasm. Your walls spasmed around your girlfriend's fingers until a sticky white substance leaked out of your center. Wanda's fingers continued to pound into you until you could no longer ride out your orgasm. Once you had finally come down from your high, you rolled off of Wanda and plopped down onto the bed. 

For a moment, there was calm silence. You attempted to regain your breath as Wanda lovingly played with your hair. You leaned into her touch and let her hold you until you could finally speak again. 

"I…I, uh, want to take a bath…together, please." 

Wanda kissed your cheek and smiled fondly. "I'll get the water ready. Just relax for a bit." 

[likedovesinthewindd]

how hobie would react if the reader got hurt🙏🏽 like deep wounds yk

cw: mentions of death (no one dies), deep injuries, blood wounds, hospitalization etc, r is a spider-person.

"Jess, you really should talk to Miguel about the food they make here. I know it's not this place's main purpose, but I'm pretty sure this chicken's gonna kill me before an anomaly does," you say, poking your fork into the dull plate of food being served to you, the first real meal you've had in a while.

"I'm glad to see your humor's still intact," Jess laughed and you gave her a smile. "You scared us out there," Pav interjected and you sighed, humming in agreement. Everyone else seem to agree with his statement as well, silently nodding along. "I know," you said, "I was really scared, as far as I can remember at least."

The conversation was quite brief and a little awkward; mostly consisting of everyone making sure you're okay and bringing you up to speed. Soon enough everyone had to leave to give you some time to rest. Everyone said their goodbyes and greetings before silently making their way outside. "Hobie?" you aksed just before he made it out the door. He turned at the sound of your voice, eyebrows raised in anticipation of what you were about to say.

"Are you alright? You're so quiet," you said softly, trying to get comfortable in the stuffy hospital bed, but to no avail. "Are you?" he asked, deflecting your question. "No," you said honestly, "but I'll be fine." You gave him your most convincing smile, looking down at your legs, covered by the blanket. "On the bright side, you'll be able to sign my cast. Maybe I'll ask everyone to sign it for me, like a yearbook," you added with a laugh, rubbing at your casted leg, wiggling your toes underneath the blanket for good measure.

"Glad you think this is funny," he muttered and you furrowed your brows. "I don't think this is funny, but what's the point of sulking around about how I could've died when I'm alive?" you snapped. You weren't angry at him, you were angry at the situation. It felt like having to walk on eggshells around everyone, and it felt like they was blaming you for what happened.

For a brief moment Hobie is taken back to that exact moment, when he thought you were going to die. How he held your limp body in his hands after having to pull you from beneath what seemed like thousands of pounds of rubble. He remembered all the blood that came from various wounds, some deep and gory and others he couldn't even see.

He remembered vividly how scared he was. It stayed with him because he didn't end up in situations like that often. He wasn't someone who was scared often, but in that moment he was certain he'd never experience anything as terrifying as that; as holding onto your weak body, hearing you tell him how it hurt before going limp in his arms.

"I'll be fine, bee," you said breaking him from his deep thought. "Thought I lost you," he said softly, and you sighed. "I know," you replied, "but I'm okay. It's gonna take more than that to get rid of me." He looked over at you, at the various scratches and bruises littered across your face, and the bandages and dressing that seemed to cover the entirety of your body. You have him a soft smile, wordlessly gesturing for him to come closer.

He made his way to you, quietly reclaiming his spot next to your bed. A warm kiss to the top of your head, and you felt that you really will be fine.

[koolades-world]

Behind the Scenes

All it took was the watchful eye of your best man.

“How was yer day?” Mammon took your bag from you as the two of you began the walk home from RAD together.

“Uneventful mostly, but not bad. The fact that you were there during Seductive Speechcraft today was more than enough to turn my day around.” You turn and smile at him.

“What’d ya mean?” He glanced over at you.

"Just a bad day. Having you at my side make it better." You try to deflect.

"What happened?" He reached out to grab your hand, which you took.

"A couple things." You avoid his gaze.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Mammon stopped you in your tracks by standing in front of you. He looks right into your eyes, and holds your chin in his hands.

“You’re so caring Mams, but I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” You place a hand on his arm, trying to continue walking. He stops you, holding you close.

"Ya've been havin' bad days for a while now. What's the root? Ya can't hide this from me." You sigh, realize the jig is up.

"There's been this demon at RAD who's been picking on me. Today he stole my Potions homework, shouldered me into my locker, and almost drowned me in the bathroom. Thankfully the professor let me off since I never forget my work at home, but next time I might not be so lucky." You admit.

"He what? Forget the whole homework thing, I'll kill the bastard. Who did this to you? You gotta tell me about this stuff. Where does it hurt? Tell me the truth." Silently, you lift one of your sleeves to reveal the bruise you got from being slammed into the locker and pull down the collar of your uniform reveal the outline of fingers on the back of your neck. You wince at the memory. “What were ya planning to do? Suffer in silence? Mc, I don’t tell ya enough that I love ya.” He cupped your face in his hands, speaking to you gently.

“Usually when this happens, I just use a spell to cover it since I'm not good enough at healing magic yet. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you and I’m sorry for worrying you, but he…” You trail off, glancing around. “I don’t think I should even be telling you this.” Mammon looks at you, then around the both of you as well.

“Ya know damn well ya can tell me anythin’. Fuck him. If ya want, ya can wait until we get home.” Mammon knew whoever this demon was wouldn’t dare to both you while he was around.

“I want to wait until we get home.” You said. That was the only thing you had been sure about that entire conversation. Mammon, instead of letting you walk, opted to carry you, insisting it was for your own good. You couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia, that he was somehow listening and that you said too much.

One you both arrived home, Mammon sat you down in the living room and called over everyone that was home. In a matter of minutes, Levi, Satan, and Asmo were gathered around you, concerned at how oddly serious Mammon had approached them. While you sat silently, Mammon explained. You could see the rage blossoming on Satan’s face, and the horror on Levi and Asmo’s.

“Sweetie, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Asmo cuddled you in a similar way that Mammon did when he found out.

“I was afraid…” You search their faces for their reactions.

“What did he say to you?” Asmo asked.

“He told me he would hurt my family if I told anyone. Not you guys, my human family. I haven’t seen them in so long and I didn’t want anything to happen to them. I really miss them. He said it would be fun to…” You couldn’t continue. A silent tear makes its way down your face. Mammon wiped it away.

“You don’t have to continue.” Asmo pulled you in closer to him.

“What’s his name?” Satan speaks up for the first time. His face was a little red and his eye has begun to tick, but looked eerily calm otherwise. To the untrained eye, it may have looked like he was calming down, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

“Please don’t hurt him.” You begged them.

“Why?” Levi, who had also been silent, nervously asked.

“He must have a reason for acting the way he has been. He probably has a family, and friends. I don’t think he deserves to be hurt, just maybe talked to.” Asmo gripped you hand tighter at your words and swept some hair out of your face.

“We’ll see what we can do, honey.” Asmo exchanged glances with his brothers. “How about this? We take you to Purgatory Hall to spend time with whoever’s there right now while we go talk to Lucifer, Belphie, and Beel.” He asked you.

“Can’t it wait? What if he’s listening?” You pleaded.

“I can assure you if he is out there and dares to act on his threats, I will see to it personally.” Satan’s tick was stronger and more noticeable.

“Anyways, I trust Sol with my life! If there’s anyone I would let look after you, it’s him.” Asmo told you.

“Ok, if you’re really sure. I trust you. Thanks guys. Can I have a hug?” You rose from your stop to be swarmed by the four demons around you. They took care to not hurt you more. You felt safe in the middle of them.

All of them personally went with you to drop you off at Purgatory Hall. Simeon answered the door, and as soon as he took in the scene, his usual smile faded and called for Solomon. Mammon explained the situation, to which they promptly agreed to help. As Asmo transferred you to Simeon, you heard Solomon asking them to save him a piece. It send a sharp shiver down your spine. As soon as the door shut, their facades dropped.

“They never told us his name. Even if it means I have to check every student at RAD, I will. After all, there can only be so many who meet his description.” Asmo chuckled. Satan was still doing his best to hold in his explosive rage until they were far enough from Purgatory Hall.

“Levi, take Satan somewhere to decompress for a while. We’ll reconvene here once we find the others.” Mammon took out his DDD and began making the calls he needed. Asmo also took out his DDD to check as many Devilgram accounts as he could to see if anyone looked particularly guilty.

As soon as Lucifer found out, he practically flew out of the place to meet up with his brothers. It was easy to see the similarities between him and Satan at this point. Belphie and Beel weren’t far behind. It was rare to see them both so agitated. The three of them quickly went in to see you, to see for themselves that you were ok, and to ask for the name of who has been bothering you. After much coaxing, they finally got it. Lucifer made Simeon promise to heal you, and with that, they vanished again. You didn’t know what to think, and hoped they would adhere to their promise.

Once they found him, they didn’t know what to do first. Question him or get straight to what they were there for: to make him pay for what he did. Each of them had their own idea, that they would never dare tell you. While you were safe and sound at Purgatory Hall, the brothers were having the time of their lives. It was a side of them they would never let you see; the side of them that truly reveled in misery and pain.

That demon vanished.

About a week and a half later, he reappeared a changed demon. He apologized for everything he did and remained out of your way from then on. He seemed physically fine, but was a different demon altogether. He was much nicer, and quieter. His friends avoided you like the plague, afraid of something you didn't understand. In fact, after that, everyone treated you like gold if they didn't already. You weren't stupid. You knew the brothers did something but nobody dared tell you. It was a little uncanny as everyone outside your household was pretending nothing had happened in the first place.

But the brothers were kinder, if possible. They kept bringing you small trinkets and gifts, like flowers and anything they thought you would like. They checked up on you more frequently and took you out more frequently. They always made sure you had everything you wanted even if you didn't ask for it. They even arranged for you to see your family in the human world with one accompanying you, although you suspected the others were watching from a distance. It was still chilling to think about what they did to that demon to make them stop so suddenly upon their return, or where they even went, but you settled on never knowing what they did. You just took their gestures at face value and appreciated them for it.

The brothers were glad you were recovering from everything. Anything you refused to tell them, they got out of the perpetrator. Simeon was an amazing healer, and even Lucifer wasn't sure how he brought him back together, mentally and physically. You could never find out.

errrr i don't really like this </3 the concept was more fun but I can't scrap it after how much i put into it

i kinda wanted it more ominous with less words but i think I need more writing practice for that lol

[psychwxrdd]

Hey girly! Could you please do one where you are jjs little sister and you lift your arms to reach for something or smth like that and JJ sees the bruises on your stomach from your dad but JJ didn’t know that he was hitting you as well?

hey my love, sure i do!! i love your requests it always gives me inspiration 😭 i'll do all of them!

you know where to find me, and i know where to look

summary: jj will always be there for you.

warnings: mentions of abusive father, violence

You were about to grab a snack in the kitchen, when JJ showed up with John B.

"How y'a doin? John B's gotta pee, we're not staying"

John B stared at him with a blank expression and went running towards the bathroom. JJ was smirking.

"I'm fine. Y'all want something to eat?"

"Share some pringles with us" He stood his hand, but when you were about to give it to him, you remembered you weren't wearing long sleeves. So you frozed a bit, using your left arm instead.

"What was that?" He giggled. You lowered your eyes.

"My right arm is aching, i'm trying not to make any effort" You lied terribly, but if you were lucky, JJ had smoke weed enough in that morning to let it pass.

"Yeah?" He furrowed one eyebrow. "Let me see it" You sighed.

"Take the pringles"

"Y/n, c'mmon, show me your arm. Are you depressed?"

"No!" You said in a exasperated tone.

"Then just show me, there's nothing to hide"

You couldn't bring yourself to stare at him. It was embarassing, you felt horrible, ashamed. You knew you could cry at any moment if you kept the conversation going.

"Whats goin' on?" He asked in a softer tone.

"You know how dad is"

JJ couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe his ears. He surely knew his dad was a coward, but this was something else. You were so much younger and weaker, of course you wouldn't stand for yourself.

"No fucking way..." he came closer to you, grabbing your arm softly. His heart sank when he saw the terrible bruises in your skin. "Y/n..."

He hugged you, before you could say anything. Needless to say that tears immediately fell from your eyes.

"That fucking piece of shit. God i can't believe it"

"It's ok Jay"

"It's not. You shouldn't think that this is ok, never, he's not allowed to treat you like an animal just because he's our dad"

"He does it to you as well, he's just like this"

"I can face him, can fucking kill him if i need to. You never done anything to deserve this, kid."

He looked at you with a concerned, but angry, look. He obviously wasn't mad at you, but he was mas at his father and the fact you didn't told this. At himself for not knowing this.

"Is everything ok?" John B asked, worried as he realized you were crying.

"She'll come with us, can't let her stay here" JJ replied. John B stared at you in disbelief.

"You fine sweetie?"

"I'll be, eventually"

You hang out with them the whole evening, completely forgetting about anything that happened with your father. JJ, John B and Pope always making you laugh, and Kie and Sarah were like older sisters you never had. They were a true family to you, and mostly, JJ was the best brother you could ever ask for. He was a troubled boy, but also had the purest, biggest heart you ever known in a person. No golden in Outer Banks could compare to his soul.

He wasn't one to show affection often through words, but he had his own ways to show you he would always be there for you, no matter what. It was you two against the world.

[rogueshadow1124]

When you get hurt...

Jujutsu kaisen boys x reader

Satoru Gojo

The alley was a symphony of dripping pipes and the distant wail of a siren. Y/N, leaning against a cold brick wall, was a discordant note, her usual calm facade shattered. Her breath came in ragged gasps, a dull throb echoing through her head. The blood staining her hand was a stark reminder of the fight she’d just endured.

The fight hadn’t been complicated, not really. It was just another mission, another set of rogue curses to subdue. But rogue curses were unpredictable, and this one, a grotesque amalgamation of shadow and bone, had been particularly tenacious. It had caught her off guard, its bony claws raking across her arm.

She would have to get this cleaned up. But right now, all she wanted was to be anywhere but here, away from the stench of decay and the gnawing feeling of vulnerability.

Then, a familiar presence cut through the darkness.

'Y/N?'

The voice, sharp and full of concern, was Gojo's. He was standing at the entrance of the alley, his bright blue eyes scanning the shadows. He hadn't been there when the fight began, but she hadn't expected him to be. He was notoriously late, especially when it came to her missions. He believed - with a smugness that grated on her nerves - that she could handle anything.

He was right, mostly. But not always.

'Hey,' she managed, forcing a weak smile. 'Just a scratch.'

Gojo’s face softened, his arrogance momentarily forgotten. He stepped closer, his gaze lingering on the blood staining her hand.

'It doesn't look like a scratch, Y/N,' he said, his voice laced with disapproval. 'And you know better than to downplay injuries.'

'It's fine,' she insisted, trying to keep her voice steady. 'Really, I'm okay.'

Gojo didn't seem convinced. He reached out, his hand hovering over her arm. 'Let me see.'

Y/N flinched, a small, involuntary reaction. It irritated her, this weakness, this vulnerability.

'Why?' she asked, her tone sharp. 'What good will it do? It's just a scratch, Gojo. I'm not going to bleed to death on you.'

Gojo didn't respond. Instead, he gently pried her hand away from her side, his touch surprisingly gentle. He examined her wound, his brow furrowing in concentration.

'It's deeper than you think,' he murmured, his fingers pressing lightly against the cut.

'It's nothing,' she protested again, her voice strained. 'Just a little scrape.'

But Gojo wasn't listening. He was already reaching into his coat, his fingers working deftly as he pulled out a small, silver vial.

'This should help,' he said, his voice quiet and serious. 'It's a healing serum. It'll stop the bleeding and promote rapid healing.'

Y/N watched him work, her annoyance simmering. She didn't need this. She could handle it herself. But Gojo, with his infuriatingly confident air, wasn't one to let her handle things alone.

He gently dabbed the serum onto the wound, the cool liquid easing the burning sensation. She could feel her heart rate slowing, the tension in her shoulders easing.

'You're a pain,' she muttered, her voice softer than she intended.

He looked up, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. 'I know,' he replied, his voice a low rumble. 'But you wouldn't have it any other way.'

Y/N couldn't help but smile, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. He was right, of course. He was a pain, a stubborn, infuriating pain. But he was also the only person who made her feel truly safe, truly seen.

'Maybe not,' she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. 'Maybe not.'

He smiled back, a soft, tender smile that lit up his face. 'I'll be here when you're ready to go.'

As Gojo led her out of the alley, Y/N allowed herself to lean against him, his warmth a comforting presence against her bruised side. She was tired, but for the first time since the fight started, she felt safe. And that, she knew, was all thanks to Gojo, the pain in the ass who always knew just what to do.

Suguru Geto

The cool air nipped at Y/N's exposed skin as she leaned against the weathered oak tree, its branches reaching like skeletal fingers towards the fading twilight. A half-finished sketch lay abandoned on the grass beside her, its vibrant colors now dulled by the encroaching darkness. A pang of frustration shot through her, mirroring the throbbing pain in her ankle. She’d been so engrossed in capturing the play of light on the leaves, she hadn't noticed the uneven ground.

The fall had been a clumsy, unceremonious tumble, ending with a sickening crack that had sent a wave of fear washing over her. Now, the ankle felt hot and swollen, and the fear had morphed into a dull ache of helplessness.

As the first stars began to peek through the deepening blue, Y/N’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Geto, her boyfriend. “Hey, where are you? I’m on my way back from the library, want to grab some takeout?”

For a moment, Y/N hesitated. She didn't want to worry him, but the pain in her ankle was becoming unbearable. She typed back a quick message, “Stuck at the park, ankle is twisted. Can you come?”

The reply was almost instant. “On my way.”

A wave of relief washed over Y/N. Not only because of the promise of help, but because of the way Geto always seemed to know exactly what she needed, even before she did. She loved his calm presence, his quiet strength, and the way he always seemed to see through her fragile facade.

The sound of a car door slamming cut through the silence, and Y/N saw Geto’s familiar silhouette emerge from the darkness. He walked towards her, his face a canvas of concern.

'What happened?' He knelt down beside her, his voice gentle. He examined her ankle, his touch light and reassuring.

'Tripped on a root,' she mumbled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Geto frowned. 'You should be more careful,' he said, his voice firm but laced with affection. 'What are we going to do about this?'

Y/N shrugged, feeling a wave of self-pity wash over her. Just then, a familiar warmth settled on her shoulders. Geto had wrapped his jacket around her, its warmth a welcome contrast to the cool night air.

'I'm going to call for an ambulance,' Geto said, his eyes meeting hers. 'Don't worry, you will be okay.'

Y/N nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Geto’s calm reassurance was a soothing balm to her anxieties.

As the ambulance sirens approached, their piercing wail cutting through the night, Y/N felt a tug of worry. She was sure Geto would be annoyed, having to wait with her at the hospital.

But his expression remained composed, his hand gently squeezing hers as they waited for the paramedics. His calm demeanor was contagious, and Y/N found herself relaxing into his presence.

'It's okay,' he said, his voice soft. 'You're safe now.'

His words were simple, yet they held a profound weight. In that moment, surrounded by the flashing lights and the rising anxiety, Y/N felt a profound sense of security. It was not just the physical safety, but the emotional support, the unspoken promise of his presence, that truly calmed her.

As the paramedics arrived, Geto remained by her side, his cool hand on hers, a silent anchor in the chaos. He spoke with the paramedics, arranging transportation and making sure her needs were met.

As they wheeled her toward the ambulance, Y/N felt a surge of gratitude. Not only for the physical aid, but for the unwavering support that Geto offered. He never judged her for her shyness, her tendency to overthink, or her occasional bouts of self-doubt. He simply loved her, flaws and all.

The ambulance doors hissed shut, separating Y/N from Geto, but his presence remained with her. He would be there waiting, she knew it, his calm strength a comforting beacon in the storm. And as the ambulance sped towards the hospital, Y/N knew that she was not just healing a broken ankle, but rediscovering the strength of a love that never wavered, a love that shone brighter than any star in the night sky.

Toji Fushiguro

The alleyway reeked of stale garbage and despair. A sliver of moonlight, barely penetrating the grimy brick walls, cast long, distorted shadows that danced around Y/N, sprawled on the cold asphalt. Her arm throbbed, a dull ache that intensified with each shallow breath. The world swam around her, a blurry mess of hazy outlines and disjointed sounds.

As the darkness pulled her under, a familiar voice pierced through the fog.

“Y/N?”

The voice was close, laced with an edge of icy concern. It was Toji. Though his name was a whisper, it held the weight of a mountain, the kind he could effortlessly topple with his bare hands.

She tried to focus, a blurry image of his tall, imposing figure looming over her. He was always looming, a constant presence that bordered on suffocating at times, but right now, his presence was a lifeline.

“Toji,” she rasped, her voice hoarse. This was the first time she was relieved to see him. In her mind, he was a cold, calculating figure, the kind who would never hesitate to use his strength, never wavering in his pursuit of power. But right now, her vulnerability stripped him of his usual detached demeanor.

He knelt beside her, his face illuminated by the pale moonlight, revealing a rare vulnerability in his usually stoic features.

“Who did this?” His voice was a low growl, filled with an unyielding anger that sent shivers down her spine.

“It doesn’t matter,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ll be fine.”

Toji scoffed, his eyes hard and unforgiving. “You’re bleeding. That’s not fine.”

He reached for her arm, his touch a jarring contrast to the gentle warmth he was radiating. He looked at the gash, a deep, jagged cut that had begun to bleed again, his face hardening.

“You should have called me,” he said, his voice laced with a reprimand that felt less like a scolding and more like a protective growl.

“It was nothing,” she murmured, trying to brush away his hand.

“You have the strength of a sparrow, Y/N,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper that held a surprising tenderness. “Don’t try to be strong when you’re not.”

He ignored her protest and checked her pulse, his fingers surprisingly gentle. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to his icy demeanor. It sent a wave of comfort washing over her, a feeling she had never expected from him.

His eyes were fixed on her, studying her face. Even under the dim light, his gaze felt like a laser beam, piercing through her defenses.

“You’re lucky I found you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “This alleyway is full of shadows. Not all of them are friendly.”

For the first time, Y/N saw a flicker of fear in his eyes, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that quickly vanished, leaving behind the cold, calculating mask he always wore.

“Toji,” she said, her voice weak, “I’m alright. It’s just a scratch.”

He let out a sigh, the sound a sharp contrast to the usual stoic silence he maintained. He carefully lifted her into his arms, her body slumping against his chest, his strong arms holding her close.

His presence was a comforting weight, a solid foundation against the world threatening to pull her under. She leaned into him, finding solace in his strong embrace. He carried her out of the alley, his steps sure and swift, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

As he walked, Y/N realized that beneath his cold exterior, Toji was a protector. He was a force of nature, a storm that could be as destructive as it was protective.

He wasn’t a man of words, but his actions spoke volumes. He had found her, her clingy nature and incessant need for his presence was something he normally loathed, now he was her anchor. He was the calm in the storm, the unwavering presence she needed, even if he didn't know it. And in that moment, Y/N knew she had found more than just a lover in Toji. She had found her safe haven, a fortress in a world full of shadows.

Ryomen Sukuna

In the hushed stillness of the apartment, Y/N hunched over the kitchen sink, tears mingling with the crimson water that flowed from the cut on her hand. The mundane task of slicing vegetables had gone awry, leaving her with a sharp reminder of her own clumsiness.

Sukuna, her enigmatic boyfriend, had been out on one of his cryptic errands when the accident occurred. Y/N's keen analytical mind, usually so precise in its calculations, had failed her in that moment. The realization brought a pang of bitterness to her lips.

As she struggled to bandage her wound with trembling hands, the sound of the apartment door opening reached her ears. She froze, her body stiffening in anticipation. Sukuna's presence was like a storm, unpredictable and unsettling.

He found her in the kitchen, a picture of vulnerability and despair. His gaze, normally piercing and analytical, softened slightly as he took in her injured hand.

'What happened?' he inquired, his voice devoid of emotion.

Y/N hesitated, unwilling to admit her clumsiness. 'An accident,' she muttered.

Sukuna approached cautiously, his long fingers brushing against hers. A strange sensation coursed through her, a mixture of apprehension and a perverse longing.

'You're hurt,' he observed, his voice a low murmur.

Y/N nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

Without a word, Sukuna took her hand in his and led her to the bathroom. He gently washed away the blood and applied a bandage with expert precision. Y/N winced as he tightened the gauze, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

As he tended to her wound, Sukuna's usual aloofness seemed to melt away. His hands were steady, his movements gentle. A strange kind of intimacy blossomed between them, a connection born out of pain and vulnerability.

'Does it still hurt?' Sukuna asked, his voice soft.

Y/N shook her head. 'Not as much.'

Sukuna lingered by her side, his gaze holding hers. In that moment, Y/N saw a flicker of something unexpected in his cold red eyes—concern, perhaps, or even a hint of tenderness.

Slowly, Sukuna leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. It was a brief, almost hesitant gesture, but it sent a surge of warmth through Y/N's being.

'Come,' Sukuna said, offering her his hand. 'Let's get you some rest.'

Y/N took his hand, letting him guide her to their bedroom. As she lay down beside him, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. The coldness and distance that had once defined their relationship had been replaced by a fragile undercurrent of something more profound.

In the darkness of their shared bed, Y/N drifted off to sleep, the memories of her pain gradually receding into the depths of her mind. When she awoke, Sukuna was gone, leaving behind a note that simply read: 'I'll be back.'

Y/N stared at the note, a mixture of longing and trepidation swirling within her. She knew that Sukuna was an enigma, a being of contradictions and complexities. But in that single act of kindness, he had shown her a side she had never seen before—a side that hinted at the possibility of a future filled with something more than just analytical calculations and sadistic pleasures. As the sun rose over the city, casting its warm glow into the apartment, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if she was ready to explore the depths of Sukuna's inscrutable heart.

Megumi Fushiguro

The rain hammered against the pavement, each drop a tiny fist against the city’s concrete skin. Y/N cursed under her breath, pulling her thin jacket tighter around her. She’d forgotten her umbrella, and now her hair was plastered to her forehead, her mascara running down her cheeks like black tears. She had to get to the library, she was meeting Megumi there.

She’d been so absorbed in her thoughts, her mind racing with the latest research for her paper, that she hadn’t noticed the puddle. Her ankle twisted, a sharp jolt of pain shooting up her leg. Y/N gasped, crumpling to the ground, her face contorted in pain.

The rain seemed to echo her agony, the world blurring around her. She tried to get up, but her foot refused to cooperate. A sob escaped her lips, muffled by the wind. Panic started to rise in her chest. She was late, Megumi would be worried.

A shadow fell over her. Y/N looked up, her vision swimming. It was Megumi. He was kneeling beside her, his face unreadable. His usual stoicism seemed even more pronounced, his normally calm eyes a storm of worry. She blinked, trying to make sense of the scene.

'Megumi,' she choked out, her voice raspy. 'My ankle...'

He didn't say anything, just reached out and carefully inspected her ankle. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a contrast to his normally guarded persona. Y/N winced as he probed the area, her pain echoing in his silence.

'I can't feel it,' she whispered, her voice cracking. 'Did I break it?'

He finally spoke, his voice low and measured. 'I don't know. We need to get you to a hospital.'

He didn't hesitate, lifting her easily into his arms. Y/N felt a rush of warmth despite the cold rain. He held her close, his warmth radiating through his jacket. She buried her face in his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart a grounding force against the swirling chaos in her mind.

He navigated the busy streets with practiced ease, his long strides making quick work of the distance. Despite the pain, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of calm emanating from him. His stoicism, usually a wall between them, felt like a shield protecting her from the world.

The hospital seemed to materialize out of the rain-slicked street. He carried her inside, his strong arms unwavering, and Y/N noticed the way he held her tight, almost possessive, as if afraid of losing her.

They were ushered into a waiting room, the fluorescent lights harsh and cold. Megumi settled her on a chair, his hand hovering over hers. Y/N watched his face, searching for any flicker of emotion. He never did anything without a purpose, and she couldn't decipher what was going on behind his impassive facade.

'They'll see you soon,' he said, more to himself than to her. His voice was strained, a hint of concern leaking through his usual calm.

Y/N squeezed his hand, trying to convey the gratitude she couldn't put into words. She could feel the tension in his hand, a reflection of her own anxiety.

The doctor arrived, a whirlwind of questions and hurried examinations. A sprain, they determined, not a fracture. Relief washed over Y/N, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of guilt. She had disrupted his schedule, worried him.

As the doctor instructed her on how to care for her injury, Y/N saw Megumi watching her, his gaze intense. He never left her side, his presence a constant, silent reassurance.

He helped her into the car, his hand supporting her weight as she hobbled. He drove her home, his silence no longer an icy wall, but a comforting presence. He settled her on the couch, procured a blanket, and offered her a glass of water, tasks he performed with a quiet efficiency that spoke of his concern. He didn't need to say anything, his actions spoke volumes.

Silence fell between them, a comfortable silence that held a shared understanding. Y/N watched him, his usually impassive face softened with a concern she had never seen before. They were silent, but the unspoken words filled the space between them. He cared, deeply. And in that simple truth, Y/N found solace.

The storm outside quieted, the rain replaced by a gentle drizzle. Y/N, enveloped in Megumi's silent concern, felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket warming her legs. She knew, despite his stoic exterior, she had found someone who truly cared. And that realization, more than anything, eased her pain.

Choso Kamo

The rain hammered against the windowpane, mimicking the frantic beat of Y/N's heart. She stood, legs trembling, staring at the stark white ceiling. Her ankle, twisted at an unnatural angle, throbbed with a dull ache that threatened to consume her.

Y/N, with her perpetual air of chaotic energy, had been notorious for her clumsiness. Even in the safety of her own apartment, she’d managed to trip over a stray book, the impact sending a jolt through her ankle. Now, she was stuck, a victim of her own chaotic nature.

She thought of calling her best friend, but the ringing of her phone was a sound she couldn't face. Instead, her thoughts turned to her boyfriend, Chōso, who was currently out late running a few errands.

Chōso was a calming presence in Y/N's life, a quiet observer who preferred to watch the world unfold rather than actively participate. He was the opposite of her, a quiet stillness in the chaotic storm that was Y/N. Even now, a part of her wanted to isolate herself, to push away the pain with her internal world of books and movies, but the anxiety gnawing at her insides forced her to reach out.

She pulled out her phone, the screen illuminating her tear-streaked face. She typed a message, deleted it, then typed another. Her thumbs danced over the keys, hesitant, afraid.

Finally, she sent a simple, 'I'm hurt. Come home.'

The minutes stretched into an eternity. Every second felt like a year, the ticking of the clock a mocking reminder of her helplessness. The phone remained silent, and the gnawing anxiety grew into a monster, devouring her from within.

Just when her hope began to dwindle, she heard the soft click of the lock turning. Chōso entered, his expression a mask of calm concern. His eyes scanned the room, landing on Y/N, slumped against the couch. He moved towards her, a silent wave of reassurance.

'What happened?' he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Y/N choked back a sob, her emotions threatening to spill over. 'I... I tripped and fell.'

Chōso knelt before her, his touch featherlight as he examined her ankle. The swelling was already visible, bruising blooming beneath the skin. He carefully moved her leg, her yelps of pain echoing through the empty apartment.

'It's definitely sprained,' he announced, his tone devoid of panic.

Y/N, her eyes tearing up, looked at him. “I’m so stupid,” she whispered, the words laced with self-reproach.

“Don’t be silly,” Chōso said, his voice firm yet soothing. “Accidents happen.”

He helped her onto the couch, gently propping her feet up. He then disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a damp cloth and a bottle of painkillers. He moved with a calm efficiency that grounded her, pulling her back from the swirling abyss of panic.

The rest of the evening passed in a comfortable silence. Chōso meticulously cleaned and iced her ankle, his touch a calming presence. He sat beside her, his presence a quiet comfort, as she recounted the details of her fall. He listened patiently, his eyes holding a gentle understanding.

As the night deepened, Y/N felt the wave of fatigue wash over her. The painkillers had dulled the throbbing pain, leaving only a dull ache. She snuggled closer to Chōso, her need for closeness intensified by the vulnerability she felt.

Chōso's arm encircled her, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her emotions. He didn't say much, but his touch conveyed a sense of safety, a silent promise of support.

The rain had stopped, leaving behind a cool, fresh air. Despite the pain, Y/N felt a surge of gratitude. She was hurt, yes, but she had Chō. His calm presence, his quiet strength, was a balm on her anxieties, a comforting presence in a world that often felt chaotic and overwhelming.

Chōso was a quiet island in the tempestuous sea of her life, a haven where she could find solace even in the midst of pain. His presence, like a warm blanket wrapped around her, held her securely, reminding her that even when she stumbled, she wasn't alone.

[justmanu]

Purple Hearts | Monkey D. Luffy

Summary: Since you've joined the Strawhats crew, you've had a lot of fun and good time. But your capitain is someone who is a little clumsy. And, sometimes, that clumisiness affects you in ways he can't even imagine.

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x Reader.

Warnings: It's a little angst to fluff, but mostly angst. But with fluff. And cursing, ig.

A/n: OMG. I had this idea when I was remembering the funny moments between Luffy and Zoro, and I imagined it. It was one of the best scenarios I've ever imagined. Really loved this one. I'm thinking about doing hcs for the Vinsmoke brothers, would you guys want that? They've rented a triplex on my head and I can't stand it.

Words: 1,540 words.

It was another normal day on the Sunny. Sanji was in the kitchen, preparing drinks and snacks for you, Nami and Robin; Usopp and Franky were drawing new machines and inventions to improve things on the ship; Brook and Chopper were playing cards; Zoro was in the crow's nest doing his daily strength training and Luffy was fishing. All seemed to be going normal, but, of course, things on this ship never stay peaceful for too long.

"I got a big one! Usopp! Chopper! Help me out here!", your captain yells and starts pulling his rod at full force. Usopp and Chopper go and start helping him pull it, and then the fish is out of the water. To help him, Luffy used his devil fruit abilities. You were just walking to the kitchen to ask Sanji about your drink when you felt it. The arm Luffy had stretched came at full speed at your back, throwing you against the wooden ship wall.

The wall you hit on was part of the kitchen, so Sanji had a good fright when he heard the really loud thump on the wall. Everyone outside stopped gasped and stopped everything they were doing. This time, there was no way you didn't get hurt. You've been the main target of Luffy's "stretch back on's" for quite some time now. You've only shown how they affected you to Chopper because he was the doctor and insisted on looking at your wounds. You were always covered in deep purple bruises all over your body.

You begged Chopper not to tell anyone, especially your captain, about them. You didn't want the rest of the crew to be worried about your every step because Luffy might hit you. But this time, there was no way to hide it. You hit face-first. You were going to have a huge black eye for a long time. And, come on! That hurt like a bitch! Time seemed to stop for the Strawhats, all of them worried about the hit you just got. But Luffy couldn't have been more oblivious to the harm he's just caused.

When Sanji came out of the kitchen to see what was happening, his eyes widened at you; sprawled out on the floor. Even Zoro got out of the crow's nest to see what was happening. He heard the bang from up there. "Y/n-swan! What happened?!", Sanji asked, running to help you up. Zoro came running as well, worried and curious as to why you were on the floor. You couldn't stand it anymore. You hadn't said a word, trying your best not to cry in front of the whole crew. "I'm okay.", you said, voice a little high pitched. Was all you could manage to say before running to your room, tears already running down your face.

"Hey! Usopp! Chopper! I asked you guys for help, not to stay there looking at the wind!", Luffy said, a little bit annoyed that his friends were not helping him. That's when Nami lost it. "Luffy, are you fucking serious right now? You didn't see what you just did to Y/n?", she screamed at the boy. Luffy was a little taken aback by the shouting. "What do you mean? Y/n is perfectly fine! She's right the-", he pointed to where you were a few minutes ago, resting. He was confused. Where were you? "Luffy, when you stretched your arm to get that fish, while it was stratching back, it hit Y/n with full force and she hit the ship wall at full, too. You hurt her really bad this time.", Robin explained to him the situation.

"Hold the horses, I hurt her?", Luffy asked, not believing what his ears. "Yes, Luffy. You've been hurting her for quite some time now, actually. She asked me to keep this a secret from you all, but I see no point in hiding it now. She is covered in black bruises all over her body.", Chopper said, hoping it would make things a little clearer. "That's why she's been wearing long sleeves and pants? I thought she was sick because there was no way she was feeling cold in these hot days we're going through.", Usopp said.

Luffy hasn't said anything. He was feeling the worst person on the planet. He's been hurting you over and over and didn't even notice! How could he? He was supposed to protect you. Not harm you. He started walking towards his cabin, head low and totally silent. "Are you alright, captain?", Zoro asked. "Yeah, just need to think about the things I've done. I need to think of a way to redeem myself.", Luffy said and walked away. Nami started walking to your room. She needed to make sure you were okay.

When she arrived, she heard you crying from outside the door. She opened and couldn't believe her eyes. She heard Chopper say you were covered in black bruises, but she didn't think it was like this. How were you even standing? "N-Nami! What are you doing here?", you asked, trying to cover your body. "Don't need to hide it anymore. Chopper told us everything, but I didn't know they were this bad!", she said, worried. You couldn't believe it. Chopper told them?! That little reindeer was gonna pay you back.

You and Nami talked the whole afternoon, and you decided you shouldn't be ashamed of the bruises. So, instead of going to dinner in the long sleeves and pants you were used to, you went with a tank top and shorts. When you arrived at dinner, all the Strawhats were shocked at the amount of bruises you had, but didn't dare say a word, and you were thankful for it. You were feeling better not having to hide them anymore. Dinner rolled around pretty light, everyone laughing and having a good time. But something was missing. Where was your captain?

"Hey, guys. Where's Luffy?", you asked, really worried. He never skipped any meal. But as soon as the words left your mouth, the kitchen door swung open to reveal a blood and bruise covered Luffy. "I'm right here." he said, entering the kitchen in most calm of ways. "What happened to you?!", you yelled, worried. That's when he turned to you and saw your bruises. The guilt was eating him alive. He's done all those bruises on you. How dare he? How dare he be so stupid? So distractive. He dropped to his knees in front of you. Turning to look at you, tears in his black eyes. "Please, forgive me. I never, ever intended to hurt you. You are one of the few people I care about most in the world. I can't believe I've done this to you and not noticed! God, I feel so stupid!", he said, gripping his hair as if trying to rip it off.

You couldn't believe your eyes. How did he get this beaten up? "Me and the stupid marimo did it. He asked us to go at him with everything we got, and he didn't dodge one hit.", Sanji said, you didn't realise you said your thoughts outloud. "He said the only way he could redeem himself for what he did to you. If he suffered all the pain he made you feel.", Zoro said, completing Sanji's speech. You were feeling your eyes get filled with tears and a chuckle scaped you. "Stupid, wreckless captain. Of course I forgive you.", you said, gripping his chin for him to look at you. Luffy looked up and searched for your eyes to see if he could find any doubt. He didn't.

He smiled up at you and hugged you tight, you giving him the same treatment. He got up and started spining around with you in his arms. He was so happy right now. When he stopped spinning, he looked in your eyes. You had feelings for your captain way before this all happened, but never told them to anyone. Not even Nami. So when you sealed your lips on a sweet kiss, you were terrified of what was going to happen. But feelings were already all over the place. What harm could it cause adding one more?

The crew went dead silent and focused closely on what would happen next. Luffy looked at you, astonished. It passed a few seconds, and you thought you ruined everything. But then Luffy opened that usual wide grin of his, letting that laugh of his and kissed you again, spinning you around one more time. The Strawhats started shouting, happy for their captain and their crewmate. "Yohoho, I never expected that y/n would have hidden feelings for our dear captain!", Brook commented happy.

All the joy quieted down a bit, and everyone started eating the delicious dinner Sanji had prepared. Luffy sat beside you, not letting go of your hand for one second. You were going to figure out what you and Luffy were, but for now, you were happy to be more than just a friend. "Okay, now that everyone has solved their problems. Can you please stop hurting yourselves? I'm tired of taking care of beaten up crewmates.", Chopper said, making everyone burst out laughing.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Warnings: descriptions of injury, implied past violence (no specifics)

You could hear the muffled, rhythmic staccato of gunshots in the distance. It was coming from outside, somewhere across the complex. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the cold metal of the bars of your cell, straining your hearing, your breath in your throat. What was happening? Was it your family? You prayed that it was... You knew they'd do everything they could to get to you, but a terrified thought burst in the front of your mind, obscuring hope. What if it was another group... a worse group? What if you'd be found only to be passed on to a even worse situation? This one was bad enough.

It was almost enough to stop your heart. Your whole body ached from the day before, bruises scattered over your skin like constellations.

You were barreling down this thought pattern like a runaway train when there was suddenly an explosive sound from the end of the room. You cowered and pressed your hands over your ears, temporarily deafened by a high-pitched ringing. You coughed as smoke and dust coated your throat and tongue. Your eyes were still squeezed shut.

The ringing slowly retreated and you became aware of another sound—a voice. You blinked in the shifting smoke and saw that the door to the room had been blown entirely off its hinges and was laying a substantial distance away on the floor.

"Hey! Doll? Look at me!"

Your eyes refocused and you realized Negan was standing at the door of your cell, coated in a heavy layer of plaster dust.

"There you are," he said with that signature smile.

"N—Negan? What the fuck?" You got unsteadily to your feet and rushed to the door. He had a small ring of keys in his hand.

His smile faded as you came closer, his eyes registering the deep purple bruises on your skin. His brow drew down heavily over his eyes. "Shit... these fuckers beat the hell out of you," he said.

"I'm fine," you asserted hurriedly. "Just get me the hell out of here."

"Why else do you think I'm here?" Negan began trying all the keys in the lock and finally found the one that released you. You stepped out, your legs feeling a little wobbly and weak. You glanced at the door laying flat on the floor again.

"Jesus..." you muttered. "You practically blew the building apart."

Negan chuckled. "Well, you know me... I can't resist a good dramatic entrance." His eyes were flickering over your face. "You don't know how fuckin' glad I am to see you in one piece. At least, mostly. I was worried that these assholes—"

You avoided his eyes and Negan felt a sharp pain in the middle of his chest. "Let's just get out of here," you said.

"You got it, doll." Negan sensed more than he let on, and was determined that you would be okay, even if you weren't right then.

Prompt: "You know me—I can't resist a good dramatic entrance."