hi question do u write for mha if so what characters slurrpeprp
also! thinking about husband dottore who loves you so dearly who makes the other fatui members jealous because he fucks you sooo good and they could never :(
i’m sowwy i’ve never seen mha :( i hope this makes up for it sweet dolly mwah
dottore’s sweet little wife is well known among the harbingers. it’s often that she’s seen walking about the palace with him and accompanying him on whatever excursion he’s attending next, decked out in classy coats and refined jewelry that speak of both adoration and ownership.
scaramouche seethes in utter jealousy every time your moans ring throughout the labs. it’s like the doctor enjoys getting him worked up before a procedure - scaramouche is just left strapped to a table and waiting while his ‘caretaker’ handles his so called ‘loose ends’ before getting to work. every pitch of your voice and cry of il dottore’s name make scaramouche’s stomach twist in jealousy, so much that it’s covered in white by the time the doctor actually makes it down to the exam table <3
arlechinno thinks it is beyond crude to have you beneath the desk while she’s simply trying to keep il dottore up to date on recent events, though her fist clenches behind her back almost as tight as her teeth. the idea of your sweet tongue pressed against her clit under her own desk almost made her panties soaked where she stood - if arlechinno really strained to listen past dottore’s arrogant voice, she could hear your choked gargles around his thick cock. how lucky he was to have such an obedient little wife on her knees for so long. heaven forbid the doctor ever leave her needy for a moment too long.
capitano can’t help but steal glances at you from under his mask every time he makes his way down to the labs for his medication. he’s as gentlemanly and polite as they come, always regarding you with the pleasantries of a soldier - but the heat in his voice always carried a palpable sense of lust. dottore most definitely noted it, but maybe he just liked seeing you squirm around the undeniable mass that was the first harbinger. the doctor never corrected his single superior, knowing that at the end of the day it was him who made you come undone. capitano never seemed to cross that line, either, his desire never daring to bridge past the low rumble in his larger than life chest.
signora sneers whenever she sees you dangling off of dottore’s arm, dark red lip curling in disgust. how could such a vile creature like the doctor claim such a sweet lamb like you? it was like watching a wolf shred carnage upon grass every time he dragged you onto his lap in the middle of a meeting. how infuriating it was to watch him flaunt you so unashamedly, and how humiliating it was that she wanted to watch it happen. she wanted to find out what about il dottore was so special and why you would choose him over her - was it his deft fingers that peeled you apart, or his sickeningly saccharine words that keep your head stuffed with lies? it was often signora had to remove herself from the room when it came to you two, unable to trust herself to keep her hands at her sides.
pantalone knew the doctor’s hold on you was too tight to even dream of undoing, but that wouldn’t stop him from being a sleaze. sure, his colleague would forever be the one to call you his and would forever have the right to undo you as he pleased, but in pantalone’s books? you were as good as his. all he needed was one lapse in judgement from the second harbinger. one expensive mistake, maybe an experiment gone wrong or a mission under his name that just happened to be sabotaged. all pantalone needed to brand his name on you was a debt, then you would realize how much of a husband you were missing.
bonus; tartaglia who all but begs to fuck you, day and night. unashamedly confident and cocky, the young harbinger basically threw himself at you any chance he could get, presence of the doctor be damned. why was it that every single one of his coworkers be so utterly debauched? were they all so dense as to not understand the devotion of a vow? one needless press from the eleventh was too much for dottore and he finally snapped. seems to be tartaglia is easily restrained when prompted, though the eleventh is much more unhappy with his situation when the doctor starts pounding you in front of him. his pleas from earlier turn desperate and even more annoying, but dottore can drown these ones out easier with your pretty moans to help!! <3
Hello hi I hope you have your good day I have another one it's really simple
It's a straw hat man x reader
I want the reader to be attached to a soft toy like really attached to it. And when they find out I just want to know their reaction oh and you can use other characters to like the red hair
Thank you love your work keep it up(◕ᴗ◕✿)
A Night's Friend 🌙 PT.1
ft. Luffy ( could be seen as platonic)
a/n : i probably usually would make this into multiple characters type fic, but honestly i wanted to make it into chapters , like pt1 luffy pt2 sanji etc.. :pp
op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི || ⋆·˚ ༘ ASK STATUS IN DESC
MONKEY D. LUFFY
The Sunny was alive with noise, and laughter, but you sat tucked by the railing, clutching your stuffed lion to your chest.
Luffy chasing sanji for the nth time , begging and crying for extra food, but came to a sudden halt when he spotted you. His grin widened, eyes locking onto the little plush in your arms.
“WHOA! What’s that?!”
You jumped. “huh? this? its just… something I’ve had for a while,” you mumbled, cheeks hot a bit embarrassed being called out from nowhere.
Instead of teasing, Luffy came closer to you, He leaned in close, studying the stuffed animal
“it kinda looks like sunny doesnt it?” he said with a wide, and awe filled smile.
You blinked, obviously caught off guard. “…Yeah. Yeah, he does..”
Without missing a beat, Luffy pulled his hat off, plopped it onto the plushies head before laughing
even though a bit unexpected but you ended up laughing too, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly. Your little lion somehow is part of the crew now. 🫶
It's totally understandable if you don't want to do it could you do shanks with a significant other who is above the knee amputee who hides it and he finds out after she snaps at him for making deprecating comments about himself missing his arm because when he does it, it makes her feel useless and bad about her missing her leg
im sorry if this is like weird or smt, idk hwo it is to be an amputee, but i tried my best at capturing what i tthink it would be like , hope u like itt <3
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AKAGAMI NO SHANKS
☥🦇 ݁fic desc: angst/hurt ,amputee reader , open ended ending(?)
⋆·˚ ༘warnings ; mentions of trauma, insecurities, emotional outbursts
Shanks always made losing an arm look easy.
He laughed about it like it was a minor inconvenience, a quirky anecdote in some long, boring tale. He waved his missing limb around like a joke, always followed by a roar of laughter from his crew. They loved him for it. They saw it as strength— like turning pain into humor.
But to you, it felt like a slap in the face.
You watched him from across the deck, that always present grin on his face, glass in hand, telling the story of the time he caught a cannonball midair "Well, sort of midair. With my face and, you know, one arm.” He laughed, and the others followed.
You bit down on the inside of your cheek.
You stood up without a word, stepping away from them , away from the laughter that made your skin crawl.
Later, late at night and most of the crew had passed out in hammocks or puddles of ale, Shanks found you at the edge of the deck, staring down at the ocean.
“There you are,” he said, his voice still warm, still smiling. “You disappeared on me.”
You didn’t look at him. “Yeah. I do that sometimes.”
He cocked his head to the side "You mad?”
You let out a bitter laugh. “What gave it away?”
He blinked, taken aback by your tone. “Hey, come on. What’s wrong?”
You turned to face him. “Do you ever shut up about your arm?”
That caught him off guard.
You stepped forward, “Do you ever think—just think—that maybe your jokes make other people feel like shit?”
“What?” he said, confused. “It’s my arm. I-”
“I’m missing a leg, Shanks!” you snapped, louder than you meant. “Above the damn knee. And you didn’t know because I hide it. Every day. Every night. I wrap it, I strap it, I walk on it until my skin bleeds because I can’t stand the look people give me when they know.”
His eyes widened. “Wait- what-?”
“I didn’t want anyone’s pity. Especially not yours,” you said through gritted teeth. “But when you sit there and make a joke about how useless you are, about how lucky people are to beat a one-armed swordsman , do you know what that does to me?”
He was silent.
“It makes me feel like im less than nothing,” you said, voice cracking. “Because if you, the strongest man I know, think you’re worthless with a missing limb. then what the hell am I supposed to think about myself?”
Shanks took a shaky step forward. “I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know-”
“Of course you didn’t. Because I’ve spent every second hiding it from you. From everyone. Because I was afraid this would happen. That you’d look at me differently. i hate people feeling bad for me. i dont need pity. ”
“I don’t,” he said quickly, his voice raw now. “I don’t see you differently . God, im sorry.”
You shook your head. “You say that now. But every time you laugh about yourself, your words hurts. Like I’m supposed to be okay. Like if I’m not laughing too, that means I’m weak.”
“I was never trying to make you feel that way,” he said, stepping closer. “I was laughing because—because if I don’t, I’ll drown in it. I hate this sometimes. I hate not being able to hold things with both hands. I hate the way people look at me when they think I’m not watching. But I didn’t think—God, I didn’t think I was hurting you.”
You looked at him, tired and shaking. “Well, you did.”
A long silence stretched between you. And then—
“I’m sorry.”
His voice cracked on the words. You’d never heard him sound like that. So small.
you chose to stay silent, you stopped paying him any attention, you just turned away and continued to stare at the stars. he didnt presist anymore.
imaging Rin itoshi 's slim fingers burried deep in you while everyone is eating in the comfort of the cafeteria, everyone blissfully unaware of whats happening below the table. his fingers going in and out at a fast pace, making you so dizzy you cant focus on what the others are saying. completely neglecting the food that had completely gone cold on the table in favour of what the dark haired boy beside you is doing.
praying that the loud boys across the table wont stop yelling and talking to eachother , or the whole cafeteria would hear the oh stoic faced rinnie making ur sweet little hole make wet and lewd sounds :((((
Nagi Seishiro has always loved you from the sidelines. quietly, patiently, sitting in silence as you gave your heart to someone else. But one rainy night, soft confessions whispered between moments, he proves what he’s always known deep down; you were never meant to be with anyone else. You belonged with him.
• Quiet Jealousy is a guarantee when dealing with someone like nagi, Nagi would never say it, but he hates seeing you with someone else.
•the type of person you can just sit with, and stay in a comfortable silence with
•He doesnt realize it , but His room is filled to the brim with subtle reminders of you. photos, gifts , and hair ties all accumulated from the years you guys have been friends
• the type of person who would enjoy playing with you indoors, while its raining heavily outside
• His texts are always Fast and short, he thinks its a waste of time to type long texts, in his opinion its better to keep it short and simple and to the point.
• He wont outright be protective of you , but he would always be there for you when you fall. he doesnt talk much, yet he holds you close as if hes trying to shield you from the very thing thats making you stressed
•Nagi's love language is QUALITY TIME
Nagi knew what heartbreak felt like now. It wasn’t loud or messy— it was quiet. Like watching someone you love laugh with someone else, over and over again, while you just sat on the sidelines.
You were always there. His best friend. The one who got his lazy side, who didn’t push him when he didn’t want to be pushed, but knew when to tug him forward . The one who brought snacks when he forgot to eat and watched him game for hours without complaining.
But you weren’t his.
Not when you were still dating that guy— the one who played the prince charming part so perfectly. Tall, charming, athletic, always dressed with high end designer . Nagi hated how he looked at you.
He’d overheard you crying once after a phone call with him. You didn’t know Nagi was in the next room and could hear your sobs, You tried to act like everything was fine the next day, but your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.
And still… you stayed with him.
Nagi didn’t get it.
why would you stay?
He didn’t get you.
It was raining the night you showed up at his door. No umbrella, soaked hoodie, red bloodshot eyesz
He opened the door and blinked, controller still in hand. “You look gross,” he said flatly.
You let out a shaky laugh. “Thanks, sei.”
“Get in before you freeze to death out there ,” he mumbled, stepping aside. You followed him in, dripping water on the floor.
He tossed you a towel. You caught it but didn’t move.
“He cheated,” you whispered.
Nagi didn’t say anything.
You looked up at him, eyes glassy “I always knew it in the back of my head. But i still stayed.. Iook at where that left me.”
Still, silence.
Then, quietly “You’re an idiot.”
You laughed, bitter and wet. “I should’ve been with someone who actually saw me. Someone who knows me.”
Nagi stared. His grip on the controller tightened. “You could’ve,” he said, barely above a whisper.
Your breath hitched.
He looked away. “I’ve been here the whole time.”
You stepped closer. “ what?”
He finally looked at you, eyes soft. “I always wanted it to be me.”
Silence. Heavy silence filled the room
Then, you moved slowly. you were standing right in front of him. You reached out, fingers brushing his hoodie sleeve.
“It was always you, Sei,” you said quietly. “I just didn’t let myself see it.”
He didn’t say anything— just gently tugged you forward until you were curled up beside him on the couch, wrapped in his hoodie, legs tangled, your face buried in his chest.
After being cut from Blue Lock, Nagi comes home quiet and distant, but you comfort him with gentle cuddles and soft reassurances— reminding him that, win or lose, he’s still your favorite .
Nagi Seishiro x !F Reader
a/n ' honestly this fic is totally just a fic to cope with nagis elimination istg
The apartment was quiet. a bit too quiet.
You were curled up on the couch with a blanket half-draped over your body, phone gripped in your hand, though you hadn’t checked the screen in a couple minutes. You knew he’d come back today. The news had already broken out ; Nagi Seishiro, eliminated from Blue Lock.
You knew him. He wont talk about it. he wouldn’t make a big deal of it. He’d just.
come home. as if nothing happend
The door clicked open.
You sat up immediately, blanket sliding off you and fell to the floor. “Sei?”
He walked in, hoodie on, hands in his pockets, his usual slow, nd lazy steps but his eyes didn’t meet yours. He kicked off his shoes, then stood there in the doorway for a moment, unmoving.
“…yo,” he said flatly.
Your heart cracked a little at how tired and drained he sounded
“You’re home,” you said, stepping forward and slowly wrapping your arms around him without hesitation.
He didn’t hug you back at first— not because he didn’t want to, but because that’s how Nagi was. he wasnt used to being comforted, But after a few seconds, you felt him lean into you, forehead resting lightly on your shoulder.
You held him tighter.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” you murmured into his hair. “Just let me hold you.”
“…kay,” he said.
You led him to the couch, pulling him down with you. He slouched immediately, head falling into your lap like it belonged there. You gently pushed his hoodie back and started running your fingers through his white hair.
“You’re not mad?” he asked after some moments of silence, voice barely above a whisper.
You blinked down at him. “Mad?”
“That I didn’t make it.”
Your heart softened again at his words. “Seishiro? No. Of course not.”
He was quiet again, eyes half-lidded, staring somewhere past you.
“I didn’t really care about it at first,” he said. “But then i really did started to care. I wanted to win. mm' wanted to be worth something.”
Your fingers slowed in his hair. “You already are. You always have been.”
He looked up at you then, his eyes was checking to see if you meant it.
You smiled, brushing his bangs from his forehead. “You’re enough, even when you’re not winning. Even when you think you’re not trying hard enough. Even when you just wanna lie around and game all day. I love all parts of you.”
Nagi let out a tiny breath, a sigh of relief, like he was finally letting go of something heavy.
“…You’re comfy,” he mumbled, nuzzling into your lap.
“You really are clingy huh?” you teased, but your hand never stopped moving through his hair.
“hmmm.”
You laughed, warm and quiet. “what ever am i going to do with you sei?”
He stayed there, wrapped up in your warmth, not wanting to say another word. The silence between you wasn’t awkward— it was calm, easy. Maybe that was all he needed.
He realized , maybe he didnt need to be the best, he still had you and that was a kind of victory no forms tournament could ever give him.
smau text type shit, mostly idiotic chaos scenarios you have to go through on the daily basis as a strawhat 😗😗😗😗, aimed to be platonic ok, but pretty sure can be chill lovers. 🤷♀️ ft: Luffy , Zoro , Sanji , Nami
there was more, like ussop robin ect but tumblr sucks and has a limit for mobile sooo yea
Kaiser was just supposed to be a summer fling ,it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. untill one day at 2 a.m., he whispered “I love you.”
It was reckless, and unforgettable.
totally a cruel summer you’d never regret.
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺ based of taylor swift's = "Cruel summer"
contrary to popular beliefs, i believe when kaiser finally settles down, i feel like he would totally be a bit less snotty and mean . but still expect him to be egotistical asf 🙄🙄
The type of guy who would keep his relationship a secret untill he knows you can takr the pressure! he just wants you to be comfortable:((
i feel like hes the type to only peck you on the lips, based of his upbringing and his personality i think he totally is insecure about how he expresses his love
He LOVES the thrill of stealing a kiss when no one’s looking, interlocked fingers behind a bench, or giving you a spesific look after scoring a goal.
with the way his training is, expect him sneaking into your room after curfew, still in his training gear
if he gets jealous? he would get quietly possessive snake an arm around your waist, lips by your ear, a soft “hey , you should look at me instead.”
michaels love language is GIFT GIVING and WORDS OF AFFIRMATION (he wont admit it lol)
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺ It all started during the summer tournament the one that had the whole world watching.
You weren’t supposed to get involved with anyone on the team. and DEFINITELY not him.
But somehow..
He kissed you on the first night like he already knew you’d let him. Back pressed against the cold hotel elevator wall, his breath tasted like heat and pride. all he did was grin when you didn’t stop him.
“This’ll ruin us,” you had whispered to him.
“I already ruin everything, whats one more thing to ruin gonna do?” he said. and that was that.
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺ In public, you everything was normal. He barely looked your way,just enough to make your pulse spike high when he did.
One night, after scoring the winning goal,during celebrations , he pulled you into a stairwell before the cameras found him.
“Hey, You gonna congratulate me?” he asked, voice low, teasing.
“You want praise?”
He leaned in, smirking. “Nah, i'd settle for you.”
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺ It wasn’t supposed to last. He was all ego and you werent someone who was up to putting up with that . But somewhere between stolen glances and unspoken things, it started to feel like more.
One night, you found him alone in the hotel gym at 2 a.m, just sitting there. no music, no ball. Just pure silence.
the silence was suffocating.
“You okay?” you asked him gently.
He didn’t even look at you.he just spoke
“I can’t lose,” he said. “Not just the game. Everything.” head now resting in the palm of his hands, visibly vulnerable.
You crossed the room, and made your way to him. knelt in front of him, you took his hand from his head, gave it a light squeeze and said. “You’re allowed to want something more than winning, misha"
His eyes met yours. and for once, the gold in them didn’t gleam with arrogance.
“you're the something,”
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺ he never said I love you , not directly.
Instead, he kissed you like he tried proving it. he Held your hand like it was a secret he’d kill to protect. Told you to “stay” like it was the only word he believed in.
By the end of summer, you were both sunburned and exhausted and in too deep.
One night, lying beside him in a too-small bed in a too-fancy suite, he murmured to you
“I love you.”
It was almost too quiet to hear.
You stared at the ceiling, heart pumping, eyes too tired to react
Then he added, like it physically hurt to say it out loud, “Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”
You just turned to him, scaning his face for sincerity
honestly after i make this taylor swift masterlist, i will probably make a self-indulgent reverse-harem !manager reader x bluelock boys . LIKE CLASSIC HAIKYUU SMAU STYLE 😭😭😭 , so uh stay tuned fir that ig?? still debating if i should make it text styled or fic styled lol
You’d always thought falling in love would be like a rollercoaster of emotions. Screaming from rooftops and Loud declarations in the rain.But somehow with Isagi, it’s something softer.
It’s the way he always orders an extra drink at the café and says, “Dunno, thought you might want one,” (lets be fr he hadmemorized your favorite drinks from months ago.)
isagi who always walks beside you during late nights, his hoodie draped over your shoulders, even though he is shivering himself.
he is totally an act of service guy! he believes actions speak louder than words, so he always try to prove that he is the one who deserves ur full attention!
Hes the type of bf that makes you feel like you have been together for years,even though youve only been together for a couple of months
isagi is the definition of the act of noticing and a total clueless gentleman!
expect to always have to be there during his games tho, i bet he would sulk and blame you for his bad plays if you didnt show up ><
It’s when he leans into your touch without even thinking about it, forehead nudging into your palm like he’s always been yours.
“We could leave the Christmas lights up ’til January”
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺. You never took the Christmas lights down. They’re still wrapped around the curtain rod, even though it’s already March. its just that neither of you mentions them anymore, They just exist there now, warm and familiar.
“I like these lights,” he says suddenly
You smile, closing your eyes. “yea it really helps make the room more cozy”
Later on, you’re brushing your teeth when he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades. You can see him in the mirror messy hair, sweater falling off one shoulder.
“Can I go where you go?”
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺. "can i go, where you go?" he asks
You blink, toothbrush halfway to your mouth.
“I mean like, Next season after my match, When you go on your family trip I want to be there, With you. Can i ?”
You meet his gaze in the mirror. You don’t even have to think about it.
“of course you can my love, my family has been dying to meet you,” you say.
He smiles, and it’s the kind that sinks into your heart and stays there.
“I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want ’em all”
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺. Three summers have passed since you both met. This summer smells like sunscreen , icecream and late-night walks through the Tokyo streets. He drags you to a night market one evening, hood pulled low, hand tight in yours like he’s not ready to let go.
“Remember how awkward I was when we met?” he asks
“You still are,” you reply, laughing.
"hey im not that bad anymore!" he retaliated against your words
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺. One night, while lying down tangled in the thin silk sheets of ur bed. he asks, “Do you think we’ll get married?”
You hum sleepily against his chest. “Are you asking?”
“Not yet,” he murmurs. “But one day.”
You lift your head just enough to meet his eyes. “And when that day comes, i’ll say yes.”
And that was all he needed to hear.
“All’s well that ends well to end up with you”
𖦹✦⁺◟⁎⁺. you’re dancing barefoot in the kitchen. No music. Just the sound of your breath and the city outside the window. His hand is on your back, your fingers interlocked with eachother and resting at the back of his neck, and everything was still. everything was safe.
He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “All’s well that ends well… to end up with you.”
You close your eyes and enjoy the moment you both are in.
Because loving Yoichi Isagi never felt like falling for you.
summary : You dyed your hair just like him. but it wasn’t just for style, but it was a statement,A show of support for him during his matches. 🫶
a/n : i started rlly liking bllk, and i noticed the lack of bllk fics on tumblr. So here i am contributing to u hungry hoes 🤑🤑
ft: Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku
ITOSHI SAE
before his match in Spain, Sae was walking off the pitch, towel draped around his neck to dey off the sweat he got during his warm ups before the big match, when his eyes flicked to the edge of the stands and he stopped in his tracks when he noticed that you came.
There you were. Hair dyed a rich rose-pink, styled subtly like his. Not overdone. Just enough to know ur trying to copy his hair.
He blinked once. Then twice. The usual unreadable expression he wore cracked even if its just barely at the edges.
You waved at him. “Sae! d'ya Like it? Figured I’d match the MVP.” He approached you , with his hands in his pockets, voice calm as ever. “That’s…really flashy...”
You tilted your head. “so your saying that you hate it?”
“…No,” he said after a pause, almost too quietly. “I don’t hate it.
There was a faint twitch in the corner of his mouth , somewhat halfway to a smile.
“It suits you,” he added, eyes lingering for a second too long. “it might be hard not to notice you. So… maybe its a bit of a distraction.”
And with that, he walked off.
“stand at the front in this match. I’ll play better if i can see that you’re there.”
MICHAEL KAISER
You weren’t even in his line of sight yet when he noticed the shimmer of platinum blonde that fades to an electric blue under the stadium lights . Obviously his signature colors. His eyes narrowed, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
He walked over to you confidently
“Nice hair,” he said, his voice low, smooth and with a cocky tone. “Took you long enough to see who's the best”
You raised a brow. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just really liked the color.”
He smirks at you “You don’t wear it like a fan. You wear it like someone who belongs next to me. i like that you can pull it off ”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you.
Kaiser leaned in slightly, the tone in his voice dropping.
“Everyone’s looking at you My dear, Let them see that you 're mine.”
OLIVER AIKU
You leaned against the barrier near the field, freshly dyed navy-blue hair with the underside of your hair bring a neon green just like his. The second Aiku caught sight of it, he whistled low under his breath.
Jogging over at a casual pace, he tossed his warm-up jacket over his shoulder and gave you that lazy grin he wore like a trademark.
“Damn,” he said, eyes scanning your hair with amused approval. “Didn’t think anyone could pull off my color better than me.”
You smirked. “Maybe I just wear it better.”
He chuckled. “Cocky. I like it.”
He leaned one arm against the railing, tilting his head slightly to get closer to you. “did ya dye it for me?”
You shrugged, playing it cool. “Depends. are ya planning on playing like someone worth rooting for?”
Aiku laughed, low and smooth. “sheesh feisty one, Alright then, I see how it is.”
Before leaving to go prep for the match ,he winked at you then kissed the back of your soft hand before saying,
"ykow what? keep it like that for the next game. i like seeing someone in the stands looking that damn good just to support me.”
ok this actually might be a bit biased towards aiku, I MEAN I LOVE HIM SM. how can i not 😩😩 , anw you r welcomed to send me more reqs for bllk <3 !
But I read your work and it's really sweet. So may I please request a Luffy x fem reader. It's complicated but here it goes can I please get an older version of luffy where he fights a devil fruit user and the Enemies power is to send somebody back in time. And the older version of luffy meets his old self and tells his old self that he is married to the reader and constantly flirts with her. Of course you don't have to do this and apology if I bother you
hi there! i actually really LOVED this request! and i really
LUFFYS ADVENTURE THROUGH TIME ⏳
ft' !Future Luffy x !F reader
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summary : A peaceful day on the Sunny was abruptly disturbed when future Luffy appears, revealing he’s married to you in his timeline. Jealous and determined, present Luffy vows to win your heart again in his time
The Thousand Sunny sailed through calm waters, the peace of the day only interrupted by Luffy’s occasional outbursts of boredom. You stood by the railing, enjoying the breeze, when the captain himself flopped down dramatically beside you.
“im bored,” Luffy whined to you, tossing a piece of meat in the air and catching it with his mouth.
“Then do something ” you replied, glancing at ussop who is trying to pull a piece of his fabric stuck in the deck of the ship. “maybe you could help ussop or-”
Before you could finish, a loud, strange crackling sound filled the air.
The Sunny rocked violently as a bright flash lit up the deck. smoke and debris filling the air, causing everyone to cough and brace themselves for whats about to come. But when the light faded, you blinked and gasped.
Standing where the light had been was… another Luffy?
But this one was older, scars across his chest and a slightly taller, leaner build, slight suble growing on his chin. and his iconic straw hat hung on his back, yet his wide grin was just as goofy as the Luffy you knew.
“Oh man,” the older Luffy groaned, scratching his head. “Where am I now?” He looked around, his gaze landing on you. His grin widened. “Whoa! Y/N, you look alot younger!”
Your brow furrowed. “Wait, what?”
Present Luffy was already on his feet, glaring at the noticably older version of him. “Oi! Who are you?! And why are you talking to Y/N like that?!”
The older Luffy grinned even wider. “Woah! I’m you! From the future!”
Present Luffy blinked. “Huh?! How’s that even possible?”
“not sure but some weirdo with a devil fruit power zapped me here!” Future Luffy explained, flailing his arms dramatically. “I was fighting this guy and super strong, by the way. and bam! Next thing I know, I’m back on the Sunny! But… wait…” He squinted while looking at his surroundings. “Oh, this is the past Sunny! Cool! franky hasnt modified it much yet huh? shishishi ”
Present Luffy frowned. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” you snickered at your luffys obvious distaste.
Future Luffy ignored him and turned to you, his grin softer but still playful. “Y/N, it’s so weird seeing you like this again. In the future, we’re-”
“Don’t say it!” Present Luffy yelled, cutting him off.
Future Luffy tilted his head innocently. “Why not? It’s true! In the future, we’re married!”
You froze, your eyes widening. “WHATTTT? MARRIED?!!!!!"
Present Luffy practically exploded. “Married?! No way! That’s impossible!”
Future Luffy nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! You make me sandwiches, patch me up when I get hurt, and- oh! You even give me extra meat sometimes! You’re totaly the best wife ever!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he looked. “Sounds like future me has a lot of patience.”
Present Luffy stomped his foot. “Stop making stuff up! She’s my crewmate!”
Future Luffy looked at him, then back at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, yeah. I forgot how jealous I used to get. Cute.”
“I am not jealous!” Present Luffy yelled, his face almost red, you werent sure if it was from being angered or flustered at his comment.
“Uh-huh.” Future Luffy crossed his arms, his grin turning smug. “You better step up your game, though. She’s gonna like me more. Right, Y/N?”
You smirked, leaning back against the railing. “Guess that depends on him, doesn’t it?”
Present Luffy froze, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to his future self with a competitive gaze. “I’ll make sure she likes me way more! Don’t you worry about it!”
For the rest of the day, Future Luffy kept up his goofy antics, teasing his younger self and throwing compliments your way. Present Luffy stayed glued to your side, fuming every time his older self made you laugh.
When the time came for Future Luffy to return to his timeline, the same bright light began crackling around him. “Guess that Devil Fruit guy’s power is wearing off,” he said with a grin.
He gave you a wave, his voice cheerful. “Bye, Y/N! See you in the future! Don’t make it too hard on this guy, alright?”
With a flash, he was gone, leaving Present Luffy grumbling under his breath.
“I don’t like him,” he muttered.
You chuckled, nudging his shoulder. “But hey , He’s you, remember?”
“Yeah, but I’m better,” Luffy said firmly. He looked at you, his expression softening. “And I’ll make sure you like me in this timeline too.”