Pretty Lady [ Mark Sloan X Reader ]

Pretty Lady [ Mark Sloan X Reader ]

Being the sister of a surgeon can really suck sometimes.

"C'mon Christina you promised that we would go do something today."

"Well I have work, and you shouldn't even be here. Go home so I can do my job."

Y/n pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're no fun."

"Yeah yeah. Just go home before you end up causing trouble."

Y/n shoved her hands in her pockets and went to exit the hospital. Except she ended up getting lost.

"Damn it." She muttered under her breath. "Maybe I should-"

She didn't get to finish that sentence because she bumped into someone and nearly fell on her ass. She was about to cuss this person out but the foul words evaporated in her mouth when she saw him.

He was so hot.

Eventually Y/n realized she was staring and turned her gaze to the floor.

"I'm uh sorry about bumping into you and um I well I.."

"Oh it's fine Miss.."

"Yang. Y/n Yang."

"Well Miss Yang, you were looking at me like I was a nice steak. So how about we go out to get drinks and you can look at more than just my face."

"That uh that sounds great."

They exchanged numbers and as Y/n was about to leave she remembered she was lost.

"Sir if you don't mind could you direct me to the front door. I was supposed to be on my way out but I got a little bit lost.."

"Oh yeah sure. I mean I have a few minutes to spare so I could walk you out."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I mean I'd love to spend a few more minutes with a pretty lady."

She blushed and gave him a smile.

"Well the pretty lady would love to spend some more time with the hot guy."

This made Mark smile.

They made it to their destination with chatter and big smiles.

"Well this is my stop.. I just realized I never asked you for your name."

" Dr. Mark Sloan."

"Well Doc, this is my stop."

"We're still on for drinks tonight?"

"Yes sir we are."

"I'll pick you up at 9."

"Sounds like a plan stan."

She winked and pointed at him with finger guns.

Just then Mark's pager went off.

"That's my cue to leave then."

"Alright go save some lives Doc."

And with that he dashed off and she left the hospital.

Both of them with a big smile on their face.

(Hi, this is the first thing I've written on tumblr and the first thing I've ever written for Grey's Anatomy. I'm sorry if Sloan and Yang seem kind OOC. I hope you all enjoyed :))

☆ THE PLAYHOUSE

# you can find all of my fics & drabbles here. some works contain dark content and sensitive themes. please read the tags before proceeding. all top!reader.

ONE PIECE

monkey d. luffy

eat you up: you find about your perverted captain's love for your huge size.

roronoa zoro

need you: a drunk, needy zoro seduces you into fucking him.

how to break a monster: cock so big it got his stomach bulgin'!

hungry work: you're hungry for him, in more ways than one.

vinsmoke sanji

i want more!: you eat the brattiness out of his sore pussy.

pervert! sanji (drabble): you catch him masturbating to your underwear.

portgas d. ace

make me feel good: he wants to make you feel good. you'll gladly return the favour.

trafalgar d. water law

burn, baby, burn: omega! law goes into heat after catching a whiff of your scent - it's up to you to satisfy him now.

let my fingers do the talking: fingering his pussy in public.

trickle: you wake up to your pregnant mate riding you.

dracule mihawk

distraction: he needs a distraction. you're happy to give him one.

the omega! series (mini thirsts)

omega! luffy omega! zoro omega! law: your needy, pathetic omega mates.

JUJUTSU KAISEN

gojo satoru

stranger! reader + afab! satoru series (drabbles): somnophilia exhibitionism

ryomen sukuna

with my hands around your throat: he'll never admit it, but he likes it when you make him beg for your cock.

THIRSTS / DRABBLES

cunnilingus sadomasochism monsterfucking

Would you please do a Mark Sloan x Grey!reader who is Meredith’s twin sister? When he first goes to Grey Sloan he is determined to get with her.

❛ 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Mark Sloan x Grey!sis!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Hoping you'll like it anon!

You had just left the locker room to finally go home, you were just waiting for Meredith. As you scrolled through the messages on your phone you sensed someone else's presence, and as soon as you looked up you found yourself in front of Mark Sloan. Well, that wasn't new, he was always wherever you were, he never left you alone for a moment. He flirted with you whenever he could, almost embarrassed you, but you got used to it by now.

"Hey, can I bring you home?" he approached with his usual smirk on his face.

"No thanks, I'm waiting for Mer" you went back to checking your messages.

"And if I bring in a restaurant?" when he wants he gets so stubborn.

"I'm not really hungry"

"Then... a little walk?" you sighed smiling. In fact, if he would have continued like this you would have given in.

But why not, I mean he's hot, and je's also an excellent company...

"Hey, come on" Meredith came out of the locker room. Just in time.

"Bye doctor Sloan" you greeted him taking Meredith by the arm to drag her away from there before she wasted any more time with Cristina.

"Finally" you sighed rolling your eyes.

"How's it going with your...?"

"Shut up, he's my nothing" you shut her up as you walked towards the car. She looked so amused selling you like that.

"You know, he used to flirt with me too" Meredith said as you got into the car.

"Really? And...?"

"Well, I think I'd have accepted if Derek hadn't punched him straight in the face before he even finished to talking with me" she laughed at the memory. You laughed with her.

"When did all this happen?" you asked curiously.

"It was before you came here, you should have been there"

"Oh yes. But maybe it's been better like this, cause now you and Derek are good together" you said thinking about it.

"Yeah, maybe... so you can have him all for you"

"Shut up!" oh you know she'll annoy you for a long time.

Before she could start to say any more you turned on the radio hoping to find a decent song, then stared out the window for a while.

"Hey" you got Meredith's attention.

"What?"

"Why did Derek punch him?" you asked confused since you were aware that those two were best friends.

"Well... he slept with his wife, Addison..."

"Wait, what?? Why didn't I know it?!"

"It's happened a long time ago, nobody talks about it anymore" your sister said. You would never have imagined this.

Well, you knew that making mistakes was human, things had now been resolved, but he had always remained the same that he knew what he wanted.

Without even realizing it, you had already arrived home, you got out of the car and as soon as you entered, you both threw yourself on the sofa, exhausted.

The next morning you arrived at the hospital together, and as soon as you had got ready and divided, punctually like every morning, you were greeted by Mark who brought you a coffee.

"Good morning Y/n"

"Good morning" you just took the coffee and drank it right away. It was all you needed.

"You know, you're prettier with loose hair" the fact that he noticed it caused you a little smile, usually you always kept them tied in a ponytail, you hated them.

"Thank you" he said goodbye one last time before leaving to go to a patient.

"Doctor Sloan!" he spun around as soon as he heard your voice calling him.

"Yeah?" he came back to you.

"I, ok, well, you... you're a very good perdon..." his attention increased. "And you're also really handsome, but... I don't know if-"

"No no no, don't finish that phrase, please" you stopped to listen to him, you had no other choice. "You can't say that you don't know if it con work if we didn't even tried. You're beautiful, you're smart, and I really like you, I exactly know what I want, and I won't stop. So if you'll say yes I'll do everything to make you happy and make it work" those words made you feel a weird sensation... he had managed to hit you. No one had ever told you these things. Now you didn't even know what to answer.

"Then Y/n... can I bring you out this time, please?" you laughed at the way he asked you.

"I'd love to" you smiled at him as your gazes met for a moment, until his pager rang.

"See you later baby"

"I can't wait" you watched him walk away.

A pleasant date with a man completely crazy about you awaited you tonight.

Another crazy idea because I love toxic men, ghost and reader get into an argument and reader throws something at him so he shoves her into a wall. And then the next morning when things still havnt cooled off yet, ghost catches a glimpse of her back while she is getting in the shower and sees BRUISES ALL UP HER BACK and then he is like immediately sorry and tries to comfort her and apologize but reader is still shaken up because she never thought Simon would lay a land on her

you know what this made me sad and this makes me think of a ghost who is so angry, so detached from being simon riley that he still brings ghost home. can't separate it from himself, couldn't even bring himself to try. this is a ghost who has not reflected, not healed. so all he does is keep hurting things. this is the toxic ghost you asked for? this is the toxic ghost you'll get <3

(warning: dv themes and toxic/abusive relationships + a lot of references to the ghost comics. ghost is not a good man, fem!reader)

you're not even sure who started it at this point. it was probably you, as it usually is. when ghost comes home, he barely gives you the time of day. tells you "i love you" but it always feels like he doesn't mean it. can't look you in the eyes when he says it anyways. you think you've forgotten his touch.

your voice is raw and it hurts to tell him that "for the last fucking time, simon! all i'm asking is for you to just..."

"just what, huh?!" he rakes a hand through his hair in frustration. he doesn't know why he's this frustrated. doesn't think it's at you. has no choice but to direct it at you.

he has wounds still needing to scar over. you know of this. one of the first he decided to work on it with, thought it might help him get back to how it was when he was happier. when he didn't have all these ugly scars. when he still had his family. when he was still simon.

but you keep calling him that name. that stupid name, because that's who you're begging for. begging for him to show through that mask of his.

"you just... hurt me! i feel like you never even want to be here anymore, simon. i keep trying with you but you always push me away!" you're yelling again but he barely hears it.

"s'cause you're so fuckin' annoyin'," he mutterrs under his breath. that statement makes you pause. you grit your teeth as you stare at him through angry tears. it's the first time you've been quiet all night. he still doesn't give you another glance, just sitting on the couch and staring at his hands.

he knows you're trying to help him and love him like you want to. he knows that you do love him and that it's dwindling with every passing day at his own fault. the way you're so adamant on staying and helping him like he did with his mom and his brother. he's just not used to someone doing it back for him. 'sides, he's got nobody left now.

still has nightmares where he hurts women, especially the ones he cares about. and he's living it right now. for the first time, he looks up at you and takes in your hurt expression. he pities you. and he laughs.

it makes the hairs on your arms and neck stand up, raising your hackles and baring your teeth. you grab a random item from the shelf and swing it at him with all your might in hopes it'll crack him and he'll go back to being the simon you first met. maybe you could fall in love with him again. and it seems to snap him out of his stupor but it sends him into a frenzy.

his military reflexes, combined with something that strikes pure fear into you, make him surge forward and grab you by the collar. he pushes you against the shelves and gets into your face. the way you're pinned against the shelves has a level digging into your neck, another just below your shoulder blades, and your lower back. it hurts, maybe a little more than the way he looks at you. just barely. like he can't stand the sight of you. and you know the person in there is not your simon. that's ghost.

your ears are ringing and your survival instincts are going through the roof. you're not even sure what he's saying to you as he shouts and spits in your face. then he just looks down at you shaking like a leaf and realizes that all the fight in you has been beaten out of you. it sends the ghost to the back of his mind once he realizes there's nothing to fight against anymore. he finally gets to take you in. admires the brave face you put on even though you look like shit.

and he just walks away.

can't bring himself to say anything to you. knows none of it is going to help. doesn't have the decency to offer you the bed and make you sleep in the same room he attacked you in. he'll come up with a way to talk to you in the morning. he doesn't sleep anyways and he doesn't expect you to either.

in the morning, he finds you asleep in the kitchen instead. you couldn't bear to be in the living room after the echos of your shouting still bounced off the walls into your ears. so you are laying on the dinner table, arms folded, and a blanket and slipped off you and onto the floor. he grabs the thin blanket from the floor and that's when he sees them. your hair doesn't well conceal the bruises on your neck. his eyes trail over to the place where your shirt rides up and shows some light bruising on your back. he knows if he lifts it any higher than it might be an array of different shades of blues and purples.

"simon?" you rasp out and slowly lift your head. it's not in a sleepy way and more of a cautious way. similar to how he rises when he gets up from those night terrors, believing the skeletons to be back in his room with him.

"s'me," he says quietly. "should go shower." and he retracts from you since you're awake now. no sense in putting the blanket on and making you still sleep in an uncomfortable place. it's his way of trying to say sorry. like he's shuffling around it awkwardly. he knows if he does try to comfort you then it'd be ingenuine.

sensing this, you nod and get up to shuffle away to the bathroom. you stand in the doorway and try to come up with something to say, perhaps ease the tension. no matter how rattled up you were, how much you didn't want to believe that he raised his hands against you and berated you so easily... you wanted to hold onto that tiny sliver of hope for him and pray you could fix him.

"i still love you." you weakly put out. ghost just stares back at you and processes the words. he isn't sure how to respond to that, unsure of what answer he has at the ready. would he even mean it or would he be saying something to appease you?

"i don't think i'm good for you, luv." he tries to talk you down as if you're a scared child. he thinks in a way you are. but you still manage to impress him with the way you are so insistent on proving him wrong.

"can't we... can't we try, simon?"

it's something in the way he stares at you when you say it. sends you into a new realization that you'd been missing. for who knows how long. maybe weeks? months? since he first met you?

you'd thought with the way he was readily showing you his wounds and scars that you might have been close. how he so badly wanted to settle down after his brother did and even tried a go at it since his nephew prodded.

you thought that maybe you were his first love. but the way he looks at you with such sadness... confirms to the both of you that you won't be his last.

HOW TO BREAK A MONSTER — TOP MALE READER X ZORO

synopsis. you've heard people say that roronoa zoro is an unlovable monster. someone whose heart cannot be touched. maybe that is so—but maybe there is another way to feel the bloody pounding of his heart. if you cannot reach him through his chest, then you'll just have to find a better way. wc. 0.8k

tags. sub! zoro, dom! reader. belly bulge, tummy pushing, feminization, tit-slapping, womb-fucking (metaphorical), gagging on fingers.

“Can you feel me in there?” 

There’s a dome-shaped outline of your cock shifting inside him, making the muscles jut out from his abdomen. 

Zoro shudders, barely able to form words. Nods a yes, maybe. It’s hard to tell. 

“Words, baby.” 

Spreading one hand wide over him, you move to palm the soft pouch beneath his navel, kneading into the fat there. Lightly pressing onto the bulge, letting him feel you. 

He tips his head back to let out a breathy moan. “Hah. Full—’s too full.” It doesn’t sound like a complaint to you. A plea, maybe, but not a complaint. 

You hum, satisfied, leaning back to lazily fuck into him. One inch out, one inch in. Lube and cum squelch, caking to form a creamy ring around the base of your cock. 

“You can take more. Can’t you, Zoro?” It isn’t much of a taunt, but one thing about Zoro is that he hates to lose. 

Denial is on the tip of his tongue. It would be so easy to submit to you, to forfeit. You would pull out and suck him off, or maybe finger him to completion. Those are also fun, he supposes—everything with you is fun, really. But giving up a challenge directed at him? Now that isn’t fun. 

So he tells you, more smugly than he feels, “Yeah. Keep going.” 

It would be easier to pretend if you weren’t currently trying to carve yourself into his womb. 

“That’s my good boy,” you murmur, cupping the side of his face. A thumb pushes between his lips, and he parts them eagerly, letting you press the pad of it against the back of his tongue. He doesn’t choke, has a negligible gag reflex. Grins up at you the best he can with your fingers in his mouth, showing you his sharp teeth. 

You push your cock deeper inside and the bulge grows larger in turn, making his belly almost round. Each time he thinks yeah, this is it, you push a little more inside, take up a little more space. It isn’t until he’s slobbering and panting with your fingers gagging him, fisting at the sheets above his shoulders, that you stop. 

Taking your wet fingers out, you smear the saliva over his face, and he gives a shuddering whine. You trail a hand down to fondle his tits, the plump flesh spilling out from between your fingers, buds swollen from being roughly played with earlier. 

“It’s a shame we can’t make these bigger, like down here.” You punctuate your sentence with an angled roll of your hips, the fat head of your cock poking out from his tummy. “What a sight that’d be, mm. You’d look like a woman.” 

Oh, well. They were already plenty. 

“Shut up,” he seethes breathlessly. “You talk too much.” 

Despite his words, you watch in amusement as pre-cum dribbles down the length of his hard cock, arousal heavy in the way it curves and flushes. At least his body’s being honest. The poor thing looks as though it were begging for release, twitching uselessly on his stomach. You want to flick it, fuck a finger into the slit, make him cry with overstimulation. 

“I don’t appreciate your attitude.” 

Without warning, you slap his tit, hard, branding it with a red handprint, and his glare locks into you in silent defiance. There’s a glint in his eye that tells you this is what he’s been looking for. 

“Why,” he drawls with a smirk, “am I too much for you to handle?” 

You smile. It was almost pitiful. 

“You’re asking the right question. Unfortunately, to the wrong person.” 

Pressing both of your hands into his belly, you thrust your hips against him, forcing him to take you deeper into his womb despite the heavy strain from above. Zoro sobs out, shivering as he’s completely impaled on your cock, huge girth making it fit even if it should be impossible. 

His nails dig into your forearms, and you spare him a glance. 

The sight makes your heart flutter.  

If sex was a person, you think, this would be it. There are tears dotting at his lashes, and a line of drool runs down the side of his face. He’s too fucked-out to use his own words, only shaking his head and mindlessly mouthing “more”. You take the opportunity to gag him with your fingers but he only sucks them obediently, unable to think. 

So this is what it feels like to take a monster apart. masterlist!