I mostly write ship fics + x male / GN / ftm reader. I am not great at writing but, I aspire to write many x reader fics for my other neglected readers; I'm inspired by so many people becoming victims to c.ai, many times I've seen people say that reading x reader fics doesn't help them quit, as there aren't many male or gn readers. So, at least in the fandoms I'm in, I will try to add onto the neglected readers.
I hope you enjoy my fics, and maybe even leave a request,
Req status: Closed!!! [Sorry... will open them back up when I'm done with my reqs, March is a busy month for me!! （；´д｀）ゞ ]
I will not write:
Incest;
CNC;
Age play;
Female reader;
I will write:
Smut;
Fluff;
Angst;
FTM reader;
GN reader;
Male reader;
Ship reqs;
Top/bottom reader;
Ect.
Fandoms I write for:
House MD;
The Pitt;
COD;
Masterlist [Will do eventually,,,]
So I really think you're a Greta write and I wanted to request a Jack Abbot x male reader.
The reader is actually older than Jack and he's the surgeon that amputatd his leg. Like what if the reader starts working in the Pitt and he recognises Jack (maybe he just remembers all his patients) and maybe from then on they start to build a relationship.
The reader could check up on Jack and ask about his leg and any complications, and Jack notices that the reader isn't condescending or pitying Jack.
Just some sweet gay old men romance pls
Bye!!!
HELLOOO!!! Thank you thank you I think you're an awesome anon!
Jack certainly seems to be popular around my readers! [He deserves the love]
[Male reader] [Fluffy fluff] [omlom....old man loving old man] [MEDICAL INACURACIES!!] [Very likely I'll do a part two for this, it's very cute] [Not beta read] [When will I get myself a beta reader....never]
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"Alright, that's most of it—you'll be following Abbot; he's usually on night shift but Robby called in sick.", Whitaker smiled at you, you nodded.
Abbot...that name rang a bell; but it couldn't be, no...it would be funny, though, if it was him.
You walked towards the main counter and froze; your eyes catching on the very same Jack Abbot you met in your youth...or, well....at least; when you weren't that old.
He had the same face he did before; with the addition of a few wrinkles, more freckles, and his fierce silver fox look....you wanted to kiss his face all over.
.......
You're....you're still not over the crush, are you?
.......
You know, you'd think that with how many years passed it had died down, but...look at how kissable his cheeks look!!!!
You cleared your throat, he probably doesn't even remember you, mhm. He won't remember someone from an event that changed his life.....aha....hah....ha...
Jack was looking at the tablet, he glanced up at you for a second—
"Good morning, I'm doctor Jack Abbot; night shift attending, you'll be following me toda—.....", the words died in his mouth, looking up again and realizing it's you. His throat dried.
It was you, you've changed, a little bit; you looked more tired, had bad posture, and your breathing was a little wonky (Concerning.....if only he knew was because you were also in love with him).
"It's...you.", Jack mumbled; his voice a tad bit broken, it sounded as if bile was building up in his throat.
"Yeah....any, any issues with the leg? I hope you've been giving it breathing breaks—err, not that it's any of my business.", you smiled nervously, Jack nodded; mesmerized by the sound of your voice.
"You wanna grab a beer after your shift ends?...catch up, and all...", Jack asked, you nodded, "Beer sounds great, as long as your taste isn't bad...", you grinned—"Ah, not that I'm— insulting your taste.", Jack grinned at you; was it possible to miss someone you knew so little of? Jack wondered, maybe soulmates and fate were a thing.
i found another m/gn reader exclusive blog, yippie!
how about jack abbot comes home from a long shift and reader (35-40 ish y/o professor) takes care of him? takes off his leg, gives him a massage, cooks dinner/breakfast, cuddles, lets him vent, comforts him, things like that. (i dont care about the specifics as much)
basically a bunch of fluff (with some playful banter but its ok if not) where jack doesnt have to pretend to be all ok and he can trust someone (reader) to take care of him
id prefer if reader uses he or you pronouns please
also can i be :] anon?
thank youu!
..... Hi, :] !!! Pardon me for your req taking SO long to be completed; Tumblr deleted my fic TWICE!!!!! So I am now rewriting it again!!!! I am so sorry.... <(＿ ＿)> AWESOME request though!!
[Male reader] [35-40y/o reader] [Angst - comfort] [Tooth rotting fluff]
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You hummed an off-note tune to yourself, opening the door to you and Abbot's house, you put your shoes next to the door and placed the keys down on the counter.
"Jack, I'm home, are you in the mood for takeou-", you stopped yourself once your eyes set on a miserable Abbot who was laying on the couch, exhausted. He didn't even take off his leg before passing out! You frowned, what horrors of the ER tormented your husband today?
You quietly prepared tea and got some Advil for you beautiful husband, when the tea was done brewing, you set the two on the coffee table.
You smiled softly at Jack once he started to stir, he groaned and sit up. "Sorry, 'had a fucking horrible shift", he said, with a painful smile, and with that tone he has that sounds like he's about to burst into a billion bubbles. Your heart almost shattered. Your poor husband sounded like he was barely clinging on.
"Oh, do you want to talk about it? I could just order takeout like usual if you're not up to it.", you smiled at him, kissing his forehead and tangling your hands in his shiny hair. You were abso-fucking-lutely obsessed with him, and vice versa.
Jack shook his head, "I....some pampering would be nice, if you feel like it...", Jack mumbled, with a small grin, you giggled and nodded.
"Need help with the leg?", Jack shook his head yes.
You removed his leg with ease, and carried the man to the bathroom, not out of necessity.....you just, really can't keep your hands off the poor man. [He's not complaining.]
Whilst you prepared his bath, you kissed his face all over, eventually you stopped once the bathtub filled and you turned the lever off, you then lit Jack's favorite candle.
Gently lowering Jack down to the warm water, you began to scrub his hair.
"I hope your day was better than mine", he said with a smile; you grinned.
"It was the usual...some high schoolers trying to buy beer with a fake ID, some protestants trying to recruit me, a grown ass college kid throwing milk all over the floor...poor janitor", you mumble.
Jack stared at you for a few seconds; bewildered; was he like that as a kid? He can't remember, surely not...if so, he prays to the God that he doesn't believe in to bless the adults that had to deal with him.
You barked out a laugh at Jack's face, you picked him up, wrapped a towel around him, and sat him on the edge of the bathtub. You turned the lever and turned the bathtub off;
You put one of Jack's hippy t-shirts he got for free and some pajama pants on him, you then carried him to the couch.
"How about some takeout, yeah?", you mumbled, putting a blanket over him.
"Some takeout would be nice....I, I think i'm ready to talk about today", you kissed his cheek and nodded.
"Thank you", you mumbled, hugging him; Jack's eyes got watery, he blinked it away. He knew you were thanking him for opening up more.
Hello Hello,, little update for people waiting for their requests ! ! ! They are NOT being ignored,,, It's likely they won't be finished in the month of March due to me currently being busy, but fear not, I will get to work on them ASAP when I'm not out of being-busy hell ! ! ! (❁´◡`❁)
Ironically, I am really able to recognize that Robby’s extreme reaction to Mohan is based on his own lack of dealing with his mental issues because my extreme reaction to it is based on my own lack of dealing with my mental issues.
Robby said out loud to Mohan and Al-Hashimi what he says to himself daily. His self-loathing has snowballed into loathing for anyone in the medical field experiencing mental health issues. He cannot give others grace because he cannot give himself grace. He also is frustrated because Mohan isn’t dealing with it the way he is (ie, panicking privately and ignoring obvious signs that something is wrong). So he snaps at her for that.
And that’s where I come in (because yall care about this deeply). I also have issues with anxiety and suicidal thoughts and I bottle that shit up hard. I’m also so deeply afraid of confrontation that I can’t even imagine speaking to another person that way, even if I’m thinking exactly what robby is saying (in this context, I wasn’t, but I have and it’s frustrating bc I know it’s wrong). So to me, Robby snapping at Mohan and saying such cruel things is a ridiculous reaction because I would not handle the same situation that way.
Anyway, we’re all hypocrites, including our favorite characters
The puppy ask was delicious, I love his neck... It needs to be covered in hickeys and bites...
Anyhow, I've found myself going back to the subtop reader x Robby ask and been thinking a lot about it.
So, if you're willing to do a part two I'd be very happy.
Reader who can't stop thinking about that magical night. He didn't catch Robby's number, and hasn't found him again despite visiting the bar in which they met very often.
He's tried everything: sex with others, masturbation, even a few BDSM clubs. But nothing matches what he felt that night.
Frustration builds. He hasn't been able to cum for month now, and the few times he has it's been very unsatisfying.
He's addicted, and he knows it.
His solution is to go sit outside Robby's house (can't remember if it was an apartment or not, but if it was just put him by the main door, not Robby's personal) and wait for Robby to come home.
Once he does he's immediately up and begging him for just a little more, to please let him into his bed again, almost full on sobbing...
What happens next is up to you, I trust you Sir Maggot👀
-🪸
Hiii!!! Hi! Hi! Hiiii!!! Welcome back... honestly, a bit in love with this request, man,,very good, I am nervous of delivering badly （´∇｀''）
[Male reader] -> [Part one]
You don't recall how long it's been since you met that man, Robby—but holy fuck, you were going to go insane.
You had tried every single equation, masturbation, clubs, bdsm clubs, fuck—porn! Sex! Everything. Nothing. Nada. No release.
It's gotten so bad to the point you're always frustrated now, lashing out at other people, even being a little tiny bit snappy to the costumers at your job.
So, you've taken to going to the bar weekly....okay, well. You used to go only on fridays because that's the day you met that handsome man, but, you mayyy practically live there now.
You groaned, burying your head on the bar's counter; the bartender hummed, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Hey—aren't you that young man Michael left the bar with a while ago?....Any reason you're going to my bar daily now? You order the cheapest whiskey I have, I doubt it tastes that good.", the aged bartender spoke, he had a beard filled with grey strands, similar to his hair, he's been nice to you, considering you keep going to his bar and trying to stay after hours...daily. Too bad you don't know a Michael.
"Uh...no, I don't know a Michael, sorry.", you muttered, taking a sip of your whiskey and wincing that the taste.
The bartender grunted, shaking his head, "Robby, or however he introduced himself to you.", your eyes widened.
"Robby...Robby..you, you know him? Can—Can I—I....uh, do you have a way I can talk to him again? I...I completely forgot to get his phone number...", you mumbled sheepishly, the bartender might have laughed at your face, for a few minutes.
"Sure. He doesn't pick up new partners often—and he doesn't smile a lot, but you seemed to make the poor man happy, I'll give you his phone number", your eyes light up at his words, you nodded frantically, getting the note the man passed you, paying for your horrible whiskey, chugging it, and rushing back home.
You entered your apartment, locking the door and tossing the keys to the counter. You lay down on your bed, grabbing your phone, writing Robby's contact, and staring at it for a few minutes.
"Hi, It's the guy you slept with a while ago, I had a great night but forgot to ask for your phone number, but the bartender in the bar where we met seemed to know you and he gave me your phone number. Could we spend a night together, I mean, hanging out, if, uh, you're up to it, of course. I completely understand if it was just a one-time thing."
You winced, was it a horrible rushed out message? Yes. Did you spend almost twenty minutes re-typing and erasing trying to make it perfect? Also yes.
You swallow up all your internal fears and hit send.
Nothing.
Hit on delivered.
Okay, you DID just send it, and maybe even if he never responds that's still better than being rejected, right? You wish so.
Ten minutes, and counting.
You hear a ding, you quickly grab your phone and see that your beloved man wrote—
.......
"👍"
Okay you're roughly about the same age but after such a heated exchange—such raw feelings, you'd except more than a thumbs up. It's still very cute, even if it made you grind your teeth a little.
"...When are you free?"
"Tomorrow."
You sigh at his dryness, surely he doesn't mean it, but he is not at the age to be texting like someone's grandpa, you're about the same age. He did send you his address after that though, which has butterflies forming in your stomach.
The next day you're outside of his apartment, mostly the whole day. You might have dozed off from not being able to sleep all night from the excitement and nervousness, you also weren't only waiting so long because you were so desperate for Robby, you just, forgot to ask him what time to come.
And that is how Robby—or Michael, comes home after a long shift, scrubs still on, just wanting to prepare himself before his date comes over, just to find out his date is asleep on his porch.
He hopes the noisy grandma on his floor didn't see you, he does not want to explain that.
"...Hey? You okay?", Robby crouches down to you, wincing, you don't wake up so he places a hand on your shoulder, you jerk awake and see the beautiful man you have been deprived of crouched down to you.
"Robby...I, uh. Hi, sorry—you didn't tell me what time to come over so I just...assumed.", you responded sheepishly.
Robby sighed, shaking his head, his hand now rubbing your shoulder—you remembered that from him, he was so touchy, you don't know if it was just with you but it was one of the many traits he had that made you shiver, in a good way.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. I was caught up all day with work.", Robby groaned, standing up and offering you his hand.
"Doctor Michael Robinavitch—oh, that's why the bartender called you Michael...", you hummed, commenting mostly for yourself, Robby nodded.
"Most people in my job call me Robby, I'm used to it.", he smiled at you, you felt your face getting hotter, he was too cute to resist, not that you'd ever attempt of that.
Robby led you into his apartment, you awkwardly sat on the couch, it was comfortable. His house wasn't very decorated, some plants here and there, which seemed to not be watered enough, and basic essentials.
"Do you want a beer?", Robby asked, you said yes and he sat down next to you, two cans of beers in his hands.
You cracked the beer open, mumbling a cheers, and taking a sip, you stared at your lap, and placed the beer on his coffee table.
"Robby, I'm sorry..I—I don't know if I'm going too fast or anything but, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I seriously think i'm addicted to you, to your whines, the way you held me...everything. I just, please, please give me a chance.", you mumbled, you didn't even realize you got on your knees and buried your face on his lap; due to the new position you also didn't see the absolutely red-in-the-face Robby. "I think i'm in love..", you mumbled against his lap.
Robby took in a big breath, "I...also am in love with you.", Robby smiled, still very much red, he lifted your chin up.
"Please let me inside your bed again.", you mumbled, eyes teary, Robby got even more flustered, especially because of your mini hard-on
Robby, red in the face, pulls you up into his lap and kisses you passionately, you hummed, starting to grind down his lap, you grabbed his neck, tilting it and exploring his mouth with your tongue.
Robby pulled apart, breathing heavily, you stood up, practically dragging him to his bedroom and pinning him down to his bed, you hastily removed his shirt and kissed down his stomach.
I am once more back because my thoughts are plagued with something I cannot find a fic for :')
Sooooooo
Younger (maybe 35yo) male x Robinavitch
I dunno what I want, except for puppy play. Not to the extremes (mask, tail, ears), but softer (petting, pup/puppy as petnames, and using whining/growling/huffing as main communication, as well as lots of biting and mouthing/kissing...). Not a 24/7 dynamic, but rather during a session/when cuddling.
Either smut or spicy fluff, I just need something.
If possible, could you use he/him when referring to reader (so it's technically a character) instead of you/yours? :0
No Y/N or M/N as per usual. Thank you!!!!
/🪸
Heeeeellllooo!!! Welcome back, 🪸!
I hope it's not a bother for my recent answers to be . . . answered incredibly late, my adhd has been making it harder to actually START writing,,, god I am so sorry anon. (ᵕ,,¬﹏¬,,)
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Robby groaned, tiredly entering his shared house; it wasn't much, but it was home. Cozy decorations and well-taken care of plants [These decorations were...admittedly added by his partner, but he is very proud of his shared abode.]
Robby cleared his throat, taking off his shoes and putting them away, last time he didn't do that he got scolded. He sighed and threw his keys somewhere—probably landed on the counter, he'll put it away later.
Robby sighed, mumbling for his darling, eventually he found him cuddled in their shared bed; the cuddled up man let out a whine, this led to Robby smiling.
"Pupppyyyy?", Robby mumbled, the other man let out a soft "Mmmhh...", leaving a kiss on Robby's cheek, he started leaving more kisses; which increasingly became more passionate, the kisses trailed down to Robby's neck.
Michael huffed, hastily taking his shirt off; he growled happily when his partner gripped his chest and started biting his mushy shoulders.
The man whined, fidgeting with Robby's buckle; he waited until Robby nodded in response and hastily removed Robby's pants—which was pretty hard to do...considering the pair was laying down. Eventually, both of them are naked.
Robby hummed, gripping his partner's jaw with one hand and gripping the back of their head with another, he urged his mouth open; filled with neediness and possessiveness; his mouth kept exploring the others mouth, the exchange was all raw, devoted.
His partner panted and whined as Robby lowered his head and started covering him in hickeys and bite marks, all in places he knew wouldn't be covered—biting like a bookworm with it's books. Robby whined; he grabbed his partner's penis and aligned it up with his; the other man breathed out and buried his head on Robby's shoulder.
i was wondering if you could write a part two to the attached house fic. maybe have the reader and house foster and adopt the kid. you don’t have to write this, but much appreciated if you do 😘🫶
Jumpscare . . . Forgot about that fic, one of my more embarrassing ones? Of course, I will do a part 2, as you asked for it, dear anon! ദ്ദി≽(◝ ⩊ ◜マ≼
[Male reader] [Supposedly reader is a yearner and has a forbidden romance with House?] [I don't like that fic very much . . .]
Short fic!!! Apologies!!! I am busy with things (´。＿。｀)
There is a bit of a tinyyy time skip, House and reader are fostering the kid to see how she responds to living with the pair,,, if all goes well; they might adopt the child permanently.
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"Hey sweetheart", House mumbled groggily, in his sarcastic tone he seems to always hold. He leaned his head against yours, which you responded to by kissing his cheek.
"Good morning, my love...", you mumbled, cooking some scrambled eggs and bacon for your new little bird and House.
"Mmmm, is the little one awake?", you whispered, House hummed; he left for a few seconds, which you then started to hear the comforting little clink of his cane, you turned around to see House entering the kitchen once more, now with little Grace holding his hand.
"Papa!!! Ehehehe!!", she giggled as you lifted her in your arms, turning off the stove and serving their plates; she gripped softly onto your chest.
"A-Am I papa now?...ah...that's nice.", you mumbled, much to House's amusement.
"Mhm!", little Grace responded, the joy on her face made you smile; you'd never thought of yourself adopting a child, but with Gregory House and little Grace in your arms . . . you think you'll do a good job.
"....Can you put down your gameboy and set the table, dear?...", you grumbled, House sighed and started setting the table; while Grace stole House's gameboy and scrambled onto the couch.
hii!! ok so i was lowk thinking abt a fic idea but only if ur comfy writing it ofc
basically, i was thinking amab top reader with robert chase but its kinda a love/hate thing. like yk how chase is canonically into bdsm, nothing EXTREME but yk rough hate sex maybe between the two?? such a freak for this man💔
also if possible no y/n l/n stuff- "you" would be better !! TAHNK YOUU
HELLO!!! YES I CAN DO THAT!!! I apologize for the INCREDIBLY late request, I've been struggling with a writer's block and have been massively procrastinating this request. Woopsie. While I am NOT the best at hate sex I will try my best for you!! ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )
[Much apologies for the late response . . . I am usually faster with fics,,, I had just started to procrastinate many of my duties . . . I will try to not let this happen again. Very sorry for the late response.]
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[Male reader] [Top reader] [Hate sex . . . as stated above!] [Not beta read ! ! ! ]
[I have not written smut, or written a fic at all, in a while; it might not be the same quality as before,,, but I believe I will get better in a while]
The team had been arguing about the patient's diagnoses for about... well, a long time.
The arguing was mostly, as in, completely, between you and Chase.
Chase argued that there were no signs of hematomas in the actual spinal code itself;
You, on the other hand,
Argued otherwise.
The team always dislikes when you two argue, it is...not pleasurable.
Not civilized.
At all.
It's been, what? Two hours since the team left you two to argue it out.
"If you don't shut up right now I'm going to-", Chase stated, getting interrupted by you halfway.
"Do what? We both know you're bluffing.", you grumbled out, slowly backing him up towards a wall, Chase's eyes quickly scrambled towards yours; filled with hatred, yet a submission of sorts.
You scowled, clashing your teeth with his in a brutal kiss; all tongue and teeth, it was a battle for dominance, yet, Chase is notably losing, as always.
Your hands hastily moved to unbuckle his pants; mumbling something about a quickie, to Robert's annoyance.
You picked up Chase, causing him to begrudgingly rest his legs against your hips and his hands to hold your shoulders.
You hummed, messily slipping your dick out of it's restraints, while Chase started leaving hickeys on your neck;
"It can't be that hard to slip it in.", Chase grumbled;
"......."
"You little—", Chase cut you off, complaining to make it quick.
"It is not my fault you have a tight fucking asshole.", you responded back, in the same annoyed tone he used [Minus his.... Australian accent. God. You hated his accent.]
You were about to complain again- only when you finally got the push right; his tightness enveloping your dick felt...quite amazing.
"Mh- Oh, fuck...", you mumbled, gripping his hips tighter and furrowing your eyebrows as Chase left hot, wet bites on your neck.
You groaned, quickly pumping in and out of his asshole, rough and quick. At this rate, you weren't going to last very long [Much to Chase's approval, he does have work to do.]
"Could you be any faster-", Chase scoffed, his voice a harsh whisper; almost as clockwork, you came inside him. Chase let out a loud moan, which you quickly covered with an annoyed yet post-orgasm face; Chase whined and came after you.
You both grumbled under your breath, hastily dressing back up as you heard footsteps, likely House's, become louder.
COMFORT. COMFORT!!!! COMFORT!!! SIMON COMFORTS YOU!!! COMFORT!!!
Hi !! I am back. Partially? I got sleepy. And....busy! But now I can write. Horray! [Happy holidays to those who celebrate,,,☃️]
[Male reader] <- Ftm reader
[Reader does not have top surgery]
[Bittersweet fluff,,,some angst,,,]
TW; Gender dysphoria comfort <(＿ ＿)>
[It's December,,,I'm aware many people get seasonal depression this time of the year...and there's not enough Ghost x ftm!reader around!!!]
Simon noticed, he always did.
Usually, by this hour, you'd be in the kitchen, making yourself some coffee—and some tea for Simon.
You were still in bed.
Not only that; you were curled and huddled up into a shell with the blankets, clutching a stuffed animal Simon had gifted you.
He didn't mention it, not wanting to make it worse; Simon went to make you your coffee just the way you liked it—and tea for him, of course.
When the coffee finished boiling, Simon brought it to your shared bed and put it down; he then quickly went to warm up a bath for you.
"Simon...come back to bed...", you mumbled, Simon sighed and walked back to you; he picked you up slightly and adjusted your position on the bed, making you sit up.
"Drink your coffee, lovie, I'm preparing a bath for you.", Simon mumbled, kissing your cheek; your bottom lip trembled a little, Simon frowned a bit, you always got emotional when he cared for you.
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Simon carefully bathed you; making sure not to touch the area surrounding / near your chest.
He carefully scratched and washed your hair, you sighed; leaning into his touch.
"I feel like shit...", you mumbled.
"I thought so.", Simon responded;
"I have groceries to pick up in an hour, Si", you stared at the wall blanky; before Simon could respond, you added, "You've already done so much for me, I....I wouldn't want to be a bother."
"Nonsense. I'll pick up some takeout for us on the way, aye?", you quietly nodded, and let him keep scrubbing your hair.
I am back... And feeling a little angsty, so pardon me if this is horrible and cringe.
Reader who's never been allowed to express or regulate emotions. As a result he is emotionally unavailable (I think is the word) and turns angry and aggressive every time he's vulnerable or feels threatened.
He's in a relationship with Nikolai (MW reboot) and they get in a small discussion because Nikolai did something as small as interrupt whilst reader is doing his "empty the dishwasher routine" for example (just something stupid). Nik tries to understand what went wrong, but reader feels threatened and turns very mean, ends up saying things he don't mean.
Nik is sad but understanding and it ends with loving fluff :(
I'm just gonna leave this here like a cat leaving a dead mouse at the door... Same thing with reader as before, rather using he or you than Y/N or M/N :D
-🪸
Helloooo 🪸! ! ! . November 14,,, ah. I apologize for the wait, I was busy with real-life things,,,, I hope my writing skills haven't deteriorated,,, apologies,,, <(＿ ＿)>
While I am not the best at writing Nik,,, I would love to fulfill your request, dear 🪸,,, as always,, not beta read ≧ ﹏ ≦
[Also,, your request is not horrible and cringe ! ! ! I quite like this idea,,,]
Nikolai hummed, pausing the song he was listening to in his headphones; he grinned, leaning against the counter. You were emptying the dishwasher; a quiet, idle routine that you did most evenings. It was a meditation, of sorts, being able to turn off your mind. The action was necessary for you, though, Nik had just ruined it.
"Is nice evening, do you want to watch movie?", Nik mumbled, wrapping his arms around your back, he pressed a kiss to your neck; you didn't understand why this sweet action and innocent question had upset you so much; you tensed up and ignored his question and actions.
"Did I do something?", Nikolai questioned, letting go of you and stepping back; he raised his eyebrow and gave you a concerned look.
".....just. Fuck off, you always make things worse.", you mumbled, stuttering a second in your routine, you wanted to apologize, you really did, but the word didn't come out;
Nikolai froze, giving you a hurt look but quietly walking away.
Your words had haunted you the entire day, repeating like a mantra, a mockery. You don't know how you survived the day, but now; here you were, standing in your shared bedroom with an upset Nik sitting on the edge of his side on the bed.
You quietly sat down next to him, looking away. You sat in silence for a few minutes, and then, the words, "I'm sorry", left your mouth. "I...I didn't mean that, I love you—I do, I just—", you sighed.
Nikolai gently rested his hand on top of yours, "I understand, we'll sort it out in morning, if you want.", your mouth felt dry, but you nodded.
Nik kissed your cheek, and lay down the bed, you followed short, pressing your cheek against his chest.
"...I...can we watch the movie you wanted to see?..", you mumbled, Nikolai nodded; his eyes were still sad, but he knew you wanted to apologize.
"I love you", you whispered softly.
Hiii! Sick right now and i really need a robby x reader (male, gn or transmasc, your pick) on which robby takes care of his feverish partner, please?
Helloooo!!! I am flattered you came to me for this,, yes you may have Robby taking care of you!!! I hope your sickness goes away soon,,
As soon as Robby entered your shared apartment, he knew something was wrong.
Usually by this hour, you'd be watching some show on the television, or reading, or———anything.
Robby hummed, taking off his shoes and moving further into the house; he entered the bedroom.
"Michael?...", you grumbled, voice affected by the snot stuck in your nose, your eyes were watery and squinted; face feverish,
"Oh, fuck...are you alright, dear?", Robby questioned, grabbing your chin, he always did go into doctor-mode whenever you felt off. "I think...I have a cold", you grumbled, Robby sighed and nodded, glad that it wasn't anything too bad. He left the room and soon came back with an ice pack, some tea, and a weighted blanket.
Robby placed the cup of tea on the nightstand, then he placed the ice pack on your forehead and draped the blanket over you. Robby tiredly took off his scrubs, changing into some pajamas and tucking himself into bed with you.
He kissed your cheek, you shuffled to cuddle your lovely husband. "Thank...you", you mumbled, pressing your cheek against his chest, "You're welcome", Robby's voice was soothing to you.
You were glad, and fortunate to have such a sweet man caring for you during your sick state.
"I'll warm up a bath for you and make you some breakfast in the morning, hm?", you nodded against Robby's chest, "get some rest, dear", Robby whispered; soon, you dozed off.
I am sick.
So,,, sick!reader fluff with your soldiers taking care of you (❁´◡`❁)
Horrible quality. My mind is a mush; I have nothing to do so I will write garbage on tumblr . com.
[Gn!reader] [Pure fluff] [Makarov's implies a bit of angst]
John Price
Price would make sure to cuddle you and envelop you in warmness
He doesn't care if he'll get sick too, your pillow? Scratch that, it's replaced by Price's soft stomach
Dad!price instincts come in and he's there hand-feeding you breakfast,
He won't pressure you to eat it completely as your appetite can go away when you're sick, but he WILL force you to eat a few bites
He becomes a cuddly bear, his soldiers can handle the paperwork by themselves!!!
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Simon's not very affectionate, but he will take care of you
Forehead kisses and head ruffles are the most you'll get
Makes sure you take care of yourself in his Simon-like ways,,,
Warming up the bath for you, scrubbing your hair, and making sure you know he's there to take care of you,,,in his own way!
Like a cat,,,he will not cuddle you to sleep, but he'll be a comfortable, warm presence next to you [That takes up all the damn space in the bed.]
He'll also do your piling paperwork for you <3
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish
Your breakfast he made for you? Bacon, eggs, and a buttery toast
He claims you need good protein to get better!!!
Many,,,many, MANY kisses all over, soooo many little smooches
You have a headache? BOOM. ice mask over your forehead
Can't sleep? He'll re-arrange the bed and turn it into the most comfortable haven
Soap would ABSOLUTELY make soothing dishes his great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother passed down into the family
More kisses. Everywhere.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
He gets sad you're sick
Very verryy cuddly
So cuddly, in fact, he himself gets sick
Price then has to come in and take care of his silly son and his silly son's partner
Gaz does get giddy when you giggle at him getting sick with you
You switch wardrobes with Gaz,,,wearing some of his shirts and him wearing some of your clothes <3
You two turn into entangled sick, runny-nosed mushes of limbs Price has to mouth-feed
Garry 'Roach' Sanderson
You got sick cuddling HIM
You take warm baths together and just. order takeout until one of you gets better
His nose gets really red and so do his cheeks [You call him your little roodolph aww]
You get cuddly and melt into his arms
the task force then teases you two with photos of the two of you being practically dead while cuddling
The two of you later suffer with 5000 piles of paperwork from your time sick
Extra ! ! !
Valeria Garza
Her soldier that got you sick? Dead. [Wait- Valeria that wasn't even him]
She puts a 50-year-old ointment on you that she claims will make you feel better
Some arroz con gandules,,,a prayer,,,,a candle lit by the nightstand
Your stomach? Stuffed.
She lets you borrow her warm poncho and you instantly feel 500 times better
Kisses on your cheek and brow
She makes you take 100 cold medicines and much vitamin c and d so you feel better
Anyone gets near your 50-mile radius? Dead.
Vladimir Makarov
Calls you stupid for getting sick
Makes you hot cocoa so you feel better
Calls you stupid. Again. [But he kisses you and wraps you in a cocoon of blankets]
His treatment is mixed, you get a slap to the cheek, a kiss to your brow, and a warm bath
Many insults and soft words are spoken to you
Phillip Graves
Makes you some Texas tater tots
Forces you to watch cowboy movies with him since you're too sick to say no
Cuddles you
His Shadows? They can manage on their own. [He disappears from his soldiers for a week and then comes back like nothing]
More ol' yeehaw Texan meals!!!
If you deny his treatment he might lasso you, might
König
Okay he IS the biggest cuddle giant
Your bones? Crushed.
Your sickness? Gone.
Complaints? Zero.
His weight is so comfortable on you that it somehow cures your sickness
It also makes you very cozy
Crusher x the crushed
You kiss his cheeks in return for his help
Kate Laswell [polyamory implied,,,I am not leaving her wife out!!]
Laswell's wife makes you tea to soothe your throat
Cuddle pile.
You nap on Laswell's wife while Laswell makes breakfast
Your face? Smothered with kisses
Laswell puts her scarf on you and it makes your brain fuzzy
40 y/o AMAB reader who's a virgin. Has never done anything except make out and masturbated, que him meeting and falling for Robby. When they tumble into bed reader awkwardly has to explain it. Ends with overstimulated and whiny subtop reader with mean dombot Robby :(
No use of [Y/N] or [M/N] please, rather "he" or "you" if possible!!!
Also, can I be 🪸 anon? :3
FIC REQ TIME YAY!!! HELLO!!! I get so happy the few times I get requests hiiii I see youuu :"D And yes!!! You can be 🪸 anon!!! hello 🪸 anon!!!
So sorry for the wait!! I am bed-ridden with a fever,,,apologies for bad-quality writing,,,I am very out of it,,,but I did not want to make you wait longer,,, ≧ ﹏ ≦
It was supposed to just be one drink after a long day at your 9-5.
But oh, you couldn't control yourself when such a cute, sweet, and hot man sat next to you in the bar.
He had a beers of the burgh hoodie, reading glasses way too small for him, and wrinkles that became more prominent each time you brought out a smile and a laugh from him.
Some drinks, some flirting, some passionate kissing in his car, then you ended up in your apartment, with the man almost falling multiple times trying to rush you to your bedroom.
The bearded man nudged you to sit on the edge of the bed, kissing you passionately; you froze for a second, pulling back,
"I...err, wait...stop,", you mumbled, awkwardly nudging the man back; he froze, heated eyes softening, "Am I going too fast?", he mumbled,
"Ah...no, no. I just—", you sighed, "I know I'm old, but...I've never, had....sex, I've just...masturbated, here and there...and, some making out.", you looked away, embarrassed and a growing anxiety bubbling your stomach, scared that the precious man would leave early.
"Mmm...", the man hummed, he leaned down to your ear and whispered, "I'll make sure you don't regret it", he smiled at you, gently taking off your layers.
".....name's Robby, just in case you want to moan out my name later", Robby mumbled teasingly, your ears tinted a bit pink at that, you fidgeted with the sheets; not sure what to do now that the two of you were naked.
You weren't sure how it escalated so fast, a few drinks, meeting a sweet man, making out with said man, and now you were inside said man?
Robby groaned, tightening the grip of his thighs on your hips; he relished the way you kept moaning and mumbling incoherent words,
"please, please..please please please, Robby..ah-...too tight, warm..s' warm..", you mumbled, pleading for mercy as the man milked you dry for...the third or second time; you were spent.
"You can do another one, c'mon...you can give me another one", you whimpered as Robby kept hold of you tight; you were scratching his back, sloppily pushing in an out of his asshole, "too..much...ca-..can't!", you whined, eyes getting teary, you pleaded and pleaded, though, Robby could tell you craved more, but he was being a big meanie!!!
You moaned as you came once more, filling Robby completely; finally, he let go of you, causing you to melt into the bed as he cleaned you up and pressed a kiss to your temple.
