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[vettelsvee]

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE | Sebastian Vettel

High School History Teacher!Sebastian Vettel x Primary School Teacher!Reader ↳ Teacher AU ⋆ Part of CLASSROOM GOSSIPS

SUMMARY: Seb is stressed because his students did pretty bad in their latest History exam, but he gets more stressed and grumpy when Y/N, the cutest Primary School teacher according to Seb, arrives to the teacher's lounge to "annoy" him, but the truth is that there's more than that ↳ BASED ON THIS POST I MADE THE OTHER DAY!

WORD COUNT: 3099

WARNINGS: LOTS OF GRUMPY (Seb) X SUNSHINE (Reader), some bad words, cursing, nothing else but wait till the end because I assure you you're gonna love it!

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VEE'S NOTES: I ABSOLUTELY adored writing this, and I hope you like it as much as I do! This goes all the way up to the top of my fave fics written by me. Also, a toast to you because you liked all this Teacher!Seb thing a lot 🥹 I'd love to read your opinions on this, so feel free to leave me a comment, an anon message or reblogging since it helps us creators a lot. Thank you so much for reading, and hope you like it! <3 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

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“How can you say that World War II ended with the fall of the Berlin Wall? My God...”

“It makes no sense at all, but if you ask whoever told you that, they’ll give you a convincing enough answer to make you pass their exam.”

Sebastian lifted his head, even though he didn't need to in order to know who was speaking.

Y/N Y/L/N, the second-grade teacher who is the pure representation of the sunshine itself. Your smile, always revealing your teeth, and your energy, isn’t exactly contagious to him, and even sometimes that'd be enough to make someone want to throw up.

You were standing in front of him, holding an absurd amount of papers. Seb couldn't avoid looking at you. No matter how much you might irritate him at times, he found you more than fascinating. He admired you in every single aspect and, somehow, that made him pretty angry with himself. You took the opportunity to silently show him some drawings of bees. Bees. Happy bees. Sad bees. Damn it, there were even bees wearing party hats and surrounded by confetti, and other baking and having coffee.

Sebastian said nothing. Instead, he ignored you and continued grading exams, but you didn't take it personally since you know how stressed he had to be with his class.

It didn't take long before a series of increasingly loud bangs started to get on his nerves.

When he looked up again, he saw you struggling with the printer, which seemed to have decided not to work.

“Why is it that every time I come here, this stupid, useless piece of junk decides to stop working?” you huffed, nearly shouting. “It’s like… like it’s out to get me!”

“Maybe it’s because you make too many copies every week,” Vettel replies.

“I have to give my students a quality education, Seb. And a quality education includes, among other things, making as many copies as I need to teach the contents properly!”

“And does your quality education include printing an entire colony of bees?”

You shrugged, offering no further explanation. Instead, you grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it until it was next to Sebastian. To his utter surprise, you sat down beside him, placing your absurdly thick stack of papers on top of the ungraded exams.

If you didn’t leave in the next few seconds, Seb swore he'd have a heart attack.

“My kids need all of this, Seb,” you said again, showing him those ridiculous drawings once more. “They’re learning about pollination, and what better way than by coloring little bees and then putting them all over the classroom to represent how they work?”

“I’m currently questioning whether I’m a complete failure as a teacher so, to be completely honest with you, the last thing I need right now is you showing me this... nonsense.”

You scoffed, knowing he didn’t mean it. He was just too stressed. His students failing with embarrassingly low grades didn’t mean his skills as a teacher were declining, but it did mean he’d have an army of parents breathing down his neck, demanding explanations for why their children’s performance was so poor.

“Stop saying things like that!” You smacked his shoulder, and his patience wore even thinner when he noticed a red pen mark on the exam he was grading. One that, knowing all too well his students and their thoughts, they’d probably say looked like a penis.

“You’re not a failure. Teenagers are just… idiots.”

“Is that your opinion as a professional in the education field?2

“Of course!” you shouted, waving your hands dramatically. “Why do you think I teach Primary school? Little kids are way cuter, and they think I’m a genius just because I can spell difficult words without getting any help.”

Seb tried not to, but a small smile started creeping onto his face. He quickly bit his lower lip and shifted in his seat, attempting to maintain his composure even though sitting next to you made him more nervous and, especially, more entertained, than he would have liked to admit.

“Look at you! I made you smile!”

“If I admit that you're almost funny, will you leave me alone?”

“Let me think about it… No.”

Sebastian didn’t even get a chance to answer before you suddenly jumped out of your chair and rushed toward the printer again.

“I just remembered why I came here! Oh my god, why do I have to be sooooooo forgetful?”

“I suppose that’s to make my life more miserable,” the German replied, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s just a bonus, Seb,” you turned to him, still smiling. “So, yeah, this printer isn’t working because… Well, I don’t know why. But I really need to make these copies, so I guess I’ll have to go back to the Primary school teachers' lounge…”

Sebastian stared at you, unsure of what to say.

Was he misunderstanding things because of stress, or he understood that you had actually walked all the way to the High School section, which was not anywhere near the Primary one, just to make copies, despite having a perfectly good printer in your own area?

“Did you come all the way from the Primary section to the High School one just for… some photocopies?”

“Yes!” you nodded enthusiastically.

“You're perfectly aware that there's a much better printer over there, right?”

“Well, that’s debatable if you consider…”

“Y/N, cut the bullshit.”

You pressed your lips together, unsure of how to tell him that your free period, and your desire to see him, was the real reason you had come all this way, even if it had earned you a few questioning looks and whispered comments from some of your colleagues in the upper grades.

“Well… Maybe I also decided to come here to see you,” you admitted.

Vettel had no idea how to reply to that. He tried to think of something friendly and lighthearted, but his stress seemed to take over before he could filter his words.

“I'm this close to kicking you out, Y/N.”

You only laughed, placing a dramatic hand over your chest and letting out a fake gasp. Seb loved when you acted like this, but right now, he hated it more than ever.

“Oh, please, you wouldn’t dare. I’m your favorite person out of all the people in this school.”

“Funny, because right now you happen to be exactly the opposite,” he muttered.

“You didn’t mean that. I know you didn’t.”

Seb shook his head and buried himself back in grading exams. Of course, he hadn’t meant it. No one was perfect, but somehow, you came pretty damn close without even trying.

“Stop making that weird face, or you’re going to get wrinkles ahead of time,” you teased. By now, you had sat back down beside him and were carefully cutting out flower-shaped drawings with impressive precision.

“You are insufferable, Y/N, really,” Vettel shot back as he meticulously corrected a student's answer about the causes of World War II.

“And yet, you still haven’t told me to shut up.”

Seb frowned. He wanted to do it. He should do it. But he couldn’t. You were too kind to him for him to snap at you… just like what was happening now.

He cursed himself mentally and swore that, from now on, he would grade exams at home to avoid this kind of altercation. Though, deep down, he also knew he would do it because, maybe, it would give him a little more time to spend with you.

Suddenly, you moved closer to him, too close, and took his chin. Your eyes locked, and for a few seconds, neither of you could say anything, let alone voice everything running through your minds about each other.

“You need a break, Seb.”

Your hand instinctively moved to his cheek, caressing it with a kind of affection that neither of you expected. He swallowed hard, trying to stay calm, but his heart only pounded faster and faster, and he couldn’t see it as anything other than a betrayal of his feelings for you.

“Why do you always have to be a threat to me, Y/N?”

You simply smiled before leaving a kiss on his cheek and standing up.

“You can keep pretending all you want, but you know you love it,” you said, grabbing your things and heading toward the door, though not before turning back to him.

Sebastian knew exactly what you meant by doing that. He let out a deep sigh and carefully gathered all the exams, placing them in his briefcase along with his pencil case and phone.

“If I go with you wherever you’re going, do you promise to shut up?”

“Nop, there’s no way I’m doing that,” you replied cheerfully, taking his arm the moment he was beside you and dragging him out of the teachers’ lounge with no real destination in mind.

The German was beyond exhausted. He felt his head throbbing more than usual, which he knew was a sign of an oncoming migraine. He felt drained, frustrated, and more plagued by imposter syndrome than ever. It wasn’t the first time he’d had bad results on an exam, but it was the first time they had been this awful.

He decided not to dwell on it and did his best to push his intrusive thoughts aside, focusing instead on the woman beside him.

You couldn’t stop talking. First, you told him about how your kids, as you called your second-grade students, had made Christmas cards for you and even brought you a gift after the holidays. Then, you talked about how, today, your favorite student (because, according to you, yes, teachers had favorites) had dropped a piece of her sandwich on the floor, and you had to give her your own breakfast but it was worth it since she was more than happy to be having Ms. Y/L/N handmade cheesecake.

Now, you had launched into an explanation of the biodiversity project you were preparing for your students, focusing specifically on the importance of bees in the ecosystem. You even showed him some pictures of what you had been working on at home because you wanted it to turn out so well that you couldn’t just work on it during school hours.

“So…” you said after finishing your explanation. “What do you think about my project so far?”

Sebastian kept walking, trying to process the flood of information you had just given him in such a short time. While some of the pictures looked like pure chaos, something completely opposite to him, the embodiment of perfection, he had to admit that it was good. Really good, actually.

“Well… it looked fun,” he admitted.

“Are you serious!?” you squealed, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

He gave you a shy smile.

“Yes, of course, I mean it.”

“Oh, look at him! Grumpy Seb handing out compliments so easily!” you shouted again, now bouncing on your feet, earning a few disapproving looks from the teachers passing by. “This calls for me to get you a coffee!”

“Y/N, I don’t feel like having coffee. I already had one this morning, and I don’t think it’s the best idea, considering how nervous I—”

“That’s nonsense!” you interrupted, marching toward the Primary school section. “You’re going to have coffee with me, no matter what, and you’re going to thank me because I’m convinced my coffee is way better than that vending machine garbage you drink daily.”

“I’ll thank you the day not a single one of my students fails one of my exams,” he told you.

The Primary school teachers' lounge was empty when you both walked in. You didn’t say much, just offered Seb a seat and told him to make himself at home while you headed to your locker. The German pulled out the stack of exams once again, ready to continue grading them, if you didn’t annoy him again. As he kept marking the papers, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. Not only were you making him a cup of coffee, but you also seemed to be decorating it. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, you were writing something on a piece of paper.

When you returned, you placed the mug in front of him. It had “Bee positive” written on it, and it was decorated, of course, with a little bee making a heart with its tiny hands. As if that wasn’t enough, you had somehow managed to create an impressive amount of cream, topped with a smiley face that looked like it had been made with cinnamon.

Then, as you took a seat beside him, you slid a note his way, the one he assumed you had been writing earlier.

“Even if you’re having a gray day, remember that you can always make the sun shine! Sincerely, your very own little Miss Sunshine,” followed by a heart and, unsurprisingly, a bunch of smiley faces.

He didn’t know what to say. His eyes, however, when they met yours, seemed to say everything.

“You know, maybe all you need is just a new approach.”

Your sudden change of topic, spoken as you took another bite of your chocolate cupcake, threw him off a little. But he preferred it over the uncomfortable silence you both knew was bound to settle in.

“I’ve already tried, Y/N.”

“Have you tried bribing them?”

Seb narrowed his eyes, impressed and clearly not convinced by what you had just suggested.

“I’m not going to bribe my students, Y/N.”

“Not even by making them work in teams and offering extra credit?” You widened your eyes in surprise. “Have you considered bringing cookies and handing them out? That works incredibly great as a positive reinforcement, trust me”

“I’m not giving my students cookies or anything else,” Seb stated firmly. “I don’t know what to do with them, and that’s what worries me the most. What if I start acting like, no offense, a Primary school teacher, when they’re only two years away from university?”

You shook your head. It annoyed you that Sebastian was so… rigid, so unwilling to change. But what annoyed you even more was that you couldn’t seem to find the right way to help him.

“If you help me with the biodiversity project and actively participate in it, I promise I’ll find a way to make sure all your kids pass the remaining exams this year,” you proposed.

“And what exactly does a primary school teacher know about teenagers and History?”

“First of all, stop being so grumpy with me… I’m just trying to help you!” You huffed, crossing your arms. He wasn’t expecting that answer, and honestly, neither were you. Sebastian straightened in his seat, a bit uncomfortable. “Second, I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeve, but I’m not sharing them until you agree with helping me with the project.”

“Y/N…”

“What is it? What you don’t like: bees, seven-year-olds, or me?"

“I don’t like bees that much, I love being around little kids, and I’m completely captivated by you.”

That was what Sebastian wanted to say. Instead, he stayed silent, absentmindedly playing with the coffee spoon while staring at the note you had written for him.

“You do realize how many exams I still have to grade, right?” was all he managed to reply.

“Seb, you need to relax. I’ve told you before, but I’ll keep saying it as many times as necessary until you actually listen to me.”

“I can’t relax,” Vettel muttered, furrowing his brows. “Do you have any idea how painful it is to read that…?”

You didn’t let him time to finish speaking. You approached him faster than you’d planned, took his face in your hands, and kissed him. At first, Seb was completely caught off guard, but then he placed his right hand on your neck, pulling you closer and making sure the contact between you didn’t break.

Sebastian wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner, while you were more than happy to finally have the courage to take the initiative, especially since it seemed like your work crush was responding with a lot of enthusiasm.

The lack of air forced you to pull away. You readjusted yourself in your seat and couldn’t help but laugh when you saw your lipstick smeared all over Seb’s mouth.

“Did you just…?” Seb tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Yes, and I don’t mind doing it again,” you kissed him once again, but this time it was shorter. “Sebastian Vettel, I need you to stop worrying about those fucking exams and take a break.”

Now, Sebastian couldn’t stop smiling, and that’s exactly when you knew you had won that battle.

“You’re so lucky you’re too cute and beautiful and you’re keeping me at my feet somehow, because I swear I wouldn’t stop talking and be annoying just for you to shut me up by kissing me.”

Your eyes lit up at his tease, and your mouth opened in surprise at what Seb had just confessed.

“Sorry, did you just call me cute and beautiful, and also say you want me to shut you up by kissing you?” you pressed him.

Seb didn’t know what to say. His cheeks started to turn red out of embarrassment.

“If I’d known this was going to happen between us, I should’ve asked you to work together waaaay sooner!” you shouted, jumping up in excitement and sitting on his lap. If he hadn’t grabbed you tightly around the waist and balanced the chair, you would’ve ended up on the floor. “Say it again, come on!”

“No way I’m repeating that, Y/N.”

“Please, Seb,” you pouted, then kissed him all over his face. “Just one more time, please…”

“No.”

“Please…”

“Y/N…”

“Seeeeeeebastian.”

“You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” Seb started, “but, somehow, you’re also my very own Little Miss Sunshine.”

You smiled brightly at his words, but you knew this wouldn’t be the end of things between you.

“I’m not your Little Miss Sunshine yet. At least, not officially,” you teased.

“Oh, really?”

You shook your head.

“I’ll be when you finally have the courage to ask me on a date,” you replied cheerfully, wrapping your hands around his neck and kissing him once more. “I’ve taken the first step and kissed you not once, but twice, so now it’s your turn. We’ve got to work as a team, Seb. Haven’t you learned that all these years working as a teacher?”

[wintersera]

forever mine || alpha!karina x omega!reader

notes: AGAIN sorry for the delay anon but here’s the request!! fun fact i wrote this while listening to the super mario galaxy ost 😭

cw: OMEGAVERSE, alpha karina, omega reader (obvs), maybe rina is a little possessive, use of toys, biting, scratching, g!p rina, creampie, breeding kink

wc 2.2k

your alpha girlfriend was so sweet and caring, the best alpha you could ever wish for. unlike other alphas, she was never too aggressive with you, rather, she was too careful with you- biologically she should’ve been treating you like you were her toy for breeding, but i guess not. nonetheless she was still a great alpha girlfriend.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

first of september- the first ever day since you’ve forgotten to buy your heat suppressants since you started dating jimin. your stomach drops as your pheromones begin to waft around your workplace filled with pure blooded alphas.

shit shit shit i’m dead, oh i’m screwed what do i do? ohhh god what do i do?

it was sorta stupid. yeah- an undercover omega in a job filled to the brim with hardworking alphas. you were doing a great job of convincing everyone that you were just a simple beta. that’s how you landed your job in the first place, but now because of this one stupid mistake, you were bound to lose your job.

“guys…” head manager, a very big alpha man in your words, spoke up. his head tilting and nostrils flaring as he’s looking around the office, confusion on his sharp features “…are you smelling that?” with the attention drawn on your floral scent, you begin to panic as the other alphas begin sniffing around too.

ough,, how do you get outta this situation fast “i think i’ll head out early guys. whoever has their heat is driving me insane it might trigger my rut” how bad of a lie was that. it didn’t matter anyways, dashing out the room with your blazer and bag in, hand rummaging around your trouser pockets as soon as you make it out of the building.

“jesus christ jimin pick up please, please” walking, no- sprinting to the direction of your apartment. you knew your heat was gonna hit you badly. you’ve been taking suppressants for years so having a full blown pheromone disaster for the first time in years was going to be crazy. people were looking at you like you were crazy, but you’d rather have many people look at you weird than have your scent imprinted on the damn streets.

“what’s up?” thank the lord, she answered her phone just in time.

fumbling for your keys trying to shove it into the door lock, you sigh with a heavy breath “uh,, um jimin i’m going into heat- i already feel funny” unlocking the door, you fling yourself into the apartment, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

“what do you mean going into heat? did you not,,, oh well shit okay give me a few minutes” hanging up the call.

not so much to your surprise, slick was coating your cunt like crazy. to the point where it started to go through your trousers and down your legs. the need you had for your girlfriend was so unbearable.

in a haze, you wobbled to your shared bedroom and grabbed one of her used shirts. her clothes smelt so good, the lingering scent dripping from her clothes was enough to make you keel over and plop onto the bed. you felt yourself getting slicker, your needy cunt needing your alpha to come over and fuck you silly was growing stronger each second she wasn’t in the room with you.

taking matters into your own hands because you couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of your heat coiling in your stomach was too much. your brain was giving into your biological urges and you needed to get off now or you’d suffer. grabbing a pile of jimin's clothes and making somewhat of a nest on the bed, you surround yourself with the scent of freshly ground coffee. quickly taking off every single piece of clothing, getting right back up to open the box of toys you kept just in case a moment like this ever happened- searching for anything, any toy, that could satisfy you while you wait for your alpha.

whereas jimin on the other hand was worried sick. throughout your two year relationship with her she’d never seen you in a proper heat. like yeah, the heat suppressants and scent blockers helped quite a lot so you were never heavily affected by the symptoms. of course omegas would usually never get this horrible desire to mate this early into their heat, but unfortunately for you, you did have this raging urge to mate so early.

you weren’t so very conscious, you were starting to feel groggy, a feverish high temperature when you touch your head began to appear. this heat was kicking you in the ass and you couldn’t take it anymore- taking the vibrator in your hands and placing it on the highest setting, your hands make there way all the way down to your throbbing clit “a-ah, hnnng jimin come quick…”

so so desperate for her, you pick up your phone hoping that she would answer your calls “please- please pick up jimin”

“i’m almost home baby, do you need something or…”

“just hurry up i’m begging you to come home pleaseee” and who was she to deny your request. stepping on the gas faster knowing that her precious little omega was in need of her alphas presence. she could here your desperation deep within your voice.

“don’t worry i’m about to park soon, just wait for me okay” jimin, knowing how she acted during your very suppressed heats, believed that she could never submit to her instincts since she has never done so when it came to you. that quickly changed as she opened the door, the scent of roses attacking her as she stepped inside. it was a thick scent, it stuck to everywhere and it didn't help that you couldn’t open the windows in time, now your walls were coated in this thick floral scent.

it took jimin a lot of willpower not to give into her urges right there. she felt her rut kicking in and it made her growl in discomfort. never feeling this way in a while, because she took rut suppressants since the two of you started dating, she started growing hazy much like you did. she was a pure blooded alpha which didn’t help either, the intensity of your heat did rounds on her and she had strongest urge to mark you up.

you could hear her footsteps grow louder and louder, her low growls could be heard with the door still shut. quite impressive. she didn’t even say anything when entering, taking off her work clothes only leaving just her boxers on, the line of her hard cock showing through made you whimper out loud. your slick was practically drooling out from your pussy.

in her eyes you were nothing more than a snack to be devoured. her red eyes peered down at you like you were some sort of prey, and you must admit that pure blooded alpha jimin was really arousing to watch. pheromones in the room were strong as hell, your thick sweet floral scent mixing with jimin’s freshly scented coffee smell made a delicious combination. the scent alone driving you two mad.

she went to sit on the bed, still peering at you meek little body. with hunter like eyes she stared you down and licked her lips, “sit up omega” obeying your alpha like the good little omega you are, you sit up from the nest of clothes.

she could hear little puffs of air pour out of your lips, stifling a chuckle as she watches you struggle to sit up straight and look at her straight in the eye. hooking you up with ease, jimin had your body pressed up against hers, sliding one of her hands in between your thighs opening them up with a strong grip “you look so needy for me” a second goes by and she’s shoving you back into the pillow.

“fuck” jimin whispered “how do you smell so good” nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “you smell so tempting, fuck, i can’t-“ she gave your thighs a firm squeeze, exhaling shakily “you need to take me right now, i can’t take it anymore. i need to feel your tight cunt around my cock” her voice low and coarse. in a flash she slipped her cock into your dripping heat, mewls threatening to escape your mouth.

if you weren’t too dazed and horny you would’ve been saying how you’ve waited for this exact moment. jimin didn’t spend anytime fucking around with foreplay, she went straight into pounding your slicked up hole with no mercy. everything she did set your body ablaze, her hands were touching every single inch on your body and it felt so fucking good.

like a ravenous animal she attacked your neck, licking, marking, biting your throat all whilst groaning. her animalistic mind wanting to show that you’re her omega and nobody else’s and by that she had to litter you with marks of any kind, purposely rubbing her scent to mark you as her omega.

every thrust made your back arch slightly off the bed, hitting all the spots you never knew could feel good because of how nice she usually fucked you. you felt how fast and precise her movement was, and it was heavenly.

as your back arched closer to hers, she shifted even more closer to you, practically pinning you onto the bed by hooking both of your legs above her broad shoulders. hitting even deeper then she previously did before, you felt the tip of her cock graze your cervix “mmfh, fuck, fuck- my baby feels so fucking good” saying all that while she’s harshly sinking her teeth into your shoulders.

“s’too much,, ah- jimin, g-good” her urges began to flare up, the only thing on her mind was to mark you up for good. like she was oh so desperate to keep you as hers.

pulling her cock out, in between breaths she instructs you “turn around. y/n turn over for me.. need to- need to fill you up“ taking your legs of her shoulders and flipping you over with ease, again with her predatory gaze, she stares right at your exposed ass in which tempted her to completely destroy you until you can’t stand anymore, leaving you in a state of vulnerability so that she can take care of you.

her alpha instincts were indeed controlling her every movement, the loving and caring alpha you knew was gone. all was left was a dominating alpha who wanted to fuck you till you were filled up with her cum, even if that means you’ll bear her pups.

returning back into your needy cunt, she moans even louder, louder than you’d ever heard. “omega- omega fuck, i’ll mark you. you’re mine, mine only. mine,,, shit you’re mine forever” relentlessly pushing your head into the pillows, her thrusts became frantic and desperate- her movement erratic and messy, it made you love her even more. her alpha side was making you wetter and wetter, bedsheets were covered with your slick.

your moans were insanely unholy. you were screaming and clawing onto whatever you could grab hold onto. her dick growing larger than before and that's when the both of you knew that she was about to knot into you. grabbing her arm for moral support, you dig your nails harshly into them leaving a few minor scars.

right now you looked so fucked out. you were crying, drooling everywhere all while you were screaming out her name. jimin took her time to place a generous amount of bites and hickeys all over your back too. you know… for extra measures of course.

“aah fuck, pleasepleaseplease alpha cum- cum in me” you sobbed out.

“bout to- gonna,, augh fuck cumming” one final harsh thrust into your cunt and her knot swelled as she spilled every ounce of cum into your hole. your cunt clamping down on her as well, essentially locking the two of you. whilst she knotted into you, she swiftly leaned to the back of your neck and inserted her teeth. it hurt a lot, the feeling of her sharp canines sent your nerves on fire, but only a second later and it felt almost orgasmic.

finally she had marked you, but now you were stuck like this for a while. her knot being large enough to just be stuck in this position. both of you were lowkey back into consciousness, the alpha side of her dying down a little bit and the subby omega side of you dissipating.

after a couple of minutes of basking in your orgasm, her knot went down eventually. it was just enough so that you could move slightly which inevitably caused her semen to seep out of your cunt.

“aaah~ can’t… believe.. i… marked.. you..” catching her breath through each word she managed to muster up “that means you’re mine.. forever, right?”

aww big dom alpha jimin was gone, but your cute puppy of a girlfriend was back. you turn around with her cock still in you and see her smiling right at you, her big puppy eyes beaming with glee.

“yeah.. forever”

[cultofdixon]

Relapsing back to old habits

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Youngest Dixon Sister!Reader • It’s been years since the world fell and Daryl thought you would tell him anything that bothered you. But here you were finding out your brother found your stash • ANGST/SFW • TW: Relapses / Marijuana / Scars / Injuries

Requested by: Anon

“Y/N?” Daryl called out when he entered the house after taking his morning watch. “I could use a hand with the snares around the gates”

Nothing. Which…was weird for his sister. But even then, she’s not the excited little girl that would come running at a full sprint to greet her brother anymore. She still would greet him with her presence minus the bone crushing hug.

To be honest with you, Daryl wished she didn’t grow up in the conditions that she did. Let alone grow up in an apocalypse. The end of the world changed everybody.

Daryl decided to make his way to her bedroom to see if she was in there. The Dixons stay with the Grimes given Carol moved to the Kingdom. The two help with the kids, ever since Rick’s disappearance.

It was a lot.

Whoever didn’t feel for Michonne, was just an asshole. Imagine finding out you’re pregnant while your husband explodes.

Then there’s Daryl, you’ve lost so much in this lifetime that the closest thing to a brother just is gone with zero remains…who knows what’s he’s battling internally.

The last thing he’d want is to lose his sister in all this mess. He wanted to spend time with her in that moment but not finding her was irritating him.

“Where is that girl” Daryl frowns knocking on her bedroom door only for no reply so he decides to open it.

He likes to remember when they used to live in a one bedroom apartment with Merle.

During arguments Y/N would storm off and close her door in Daryl’s face that it annoyed him to where he’d tell her “don’t make me remove this door”

But he never did. Hell, he added a lock to the door because of Merle’s high escapades getting more aggressive

Daryl checked around the room for any signs of her leaving but even if Y/N is an adult now and doesn’t need him to know where she’s at 24/7…it’s a security thing for her for him to know. Her calling card is leaving her lucky rabbit’s foot that he got her during their prison days on her night stand to tell him she’s still around. She doesn’t leave the community without it.

As he went to pick it up, he kicked something under her bed and while part of him shouldn’t check it. He decided to do so anyway.

To Daryl’s surprise…a rather unpleasant one

“Fuck…” Daryl frowns opening the box to find her stash. It was two boxes of smokes, a baggie with what he assumes to be weed, and the obvious lighter. I thought she quit he only started to feel worse.

The fuck you have there?!

U-Uhm. Weed?

Y/N. You didn’t get that from Merle did you?! His shit is always laced with something! Please fucking tell me—-

No! I didn’t! I got it from a friend…I wasn’t going to smoke it

For the love of whatever god out there. Don’t ever.

Daryl it’s not going to kill me…

“C’mon Dog, gotta grab my gear before Daryl comes” Her voice echoed the hall causing Daryl to freeze in his place knowing damn well he won’t be able to escape.

Dog nudged the door open with his snoot and stared directly at Daryl. He found a Mal pup in the woods and thought Y/N could use a companion when he was gone looking for Rick.

All the eldest Dixon could do was stare directly at Dog and wait for his sister to shortly come in to notice the staring contest. More importantly the box where she keeps her stash being open in Daryl’s lap.

They’re just cigarettes, bubs. You smoke them

Yeah, don’t mean by baby sister should

As much as I appreciate you being the father figure in my life over Merle. You gotta realize it’s the end of the world. Once the pack is gone, I won’t do it anymore.

You promise?

If it helps you sleep at night, Dar. I promise

Y/N was now the one staring blankly at Daryl as she shoves her hands in her coat pockets not uttering a word. But also not freaking out either. She didn’t want this to become an argument so she walked toward him taking the box from his hands and setting it on the nightstand. Next to be grabbed was her rabbit’s foot as she attaches it to her belt loop on her pants.

“My bow is downstairs, I gotta pack my bag. Mind waiting down there?” Y/N knew what his original intentions were, given Aaron was informed what he was doing and when he saw her walking the community he informed her of her brother’s whereabouts.

The eldest Dixon decided to listen and leave to meet her downstairs.

Soon the two were walking the woods tracking a deer, Y/N glances every once in a while toward Dog who happily trotted beside her in a sweater she made for him. Ignoring the worry filled silence coming from her brother. She seems to have to break the silence more nowadays.

“Any news? On Rick?”

“Nah…was thinking of expandin’ my search. Go further up the river”

“Mm.” Y/N frowns turning away from her brother to check some damage done to a tree to see if it’s a walker or something else.

Daryl watches her carefully noticing her saddened expression after telling her plans about heading further away in the search for Rick. He only snapped out of it when they heard the snap of twigs and spotting the deer.

Before Daryl could even ready his crossbow, Y/N stopped him which he then noticed the two babies with the deer.

“You promised”

“So did you” Y/N frowns walking away to go further into the woods without disturbing the deer and in hopes of finding something else.

You said you’d stay this time

I am gonna stay. Michonne just had RJ and the community needs help.

Is that all?

What do you mean?

The end of the world took a lot from me too Daryl. The last thing I’d want is to lose you too

You won’t ever lose me, bug.

You don’t know that.

Y/N…what do you want me to do? To reassure yea that I’m not going anywhere.

Please just stay. Go out until nightfall, come home at the end of the day. Just so I know you’re alive and not…

Okay. I promise.

You better not be telling me what I want to hear.

Bug, I promise.

The arrow pierced right into the raccoon as the squeak it made only hurt Y/N. But meat is meat nowadays. As she went to retrieve her arrow and her catch, Daryl couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Why’d yea hide that stuff from me?”

“Because I’m an adult. I’m allowed to have some privacy with my belongings”

“Fine. But you said you stopped smoking. Hell—-You’ve got weed! Where the fuck do you come across that?!”

“That’s none of your damn business!” Y/N snapped at him as she felt the regret, she felt the pain she’s been internalizing—numbing. “I can handle myself, Daryl. I ain’t an addict like Merle. I ain’t gonna go crazy and tear myself apart just because of some marijuana and cigarettes”

“How can you be for certain?”

“Because my brother never coming home does the job” Y/N felt the tears come on as she quickly turned away to try and stop them. Daryl tried to rest his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away. “You ain’t the only one to lose Rick, but why does losing that man mean I have to suffer and never see the only blood I have left”

“Y/N…”

Y/N tensed to the sound of crunching as Daryl quickly readied his crossbow and shot at the sound. One of many squirrels they’d be getting out there. As he passed her to grab his catch, her tears fell.

“When we found the prison, you promised then you’d always be there for me.” Y/N formed fists to contain her anger and slow the tears. “Then Merle died and you were wrecked…so I took on a lot because I couldn’t process my feelings. He was a dirtbag. But he was my brother. It killed a part of me that I wanted an escape that wasn’t harming myself directly. I couldn’t find shit then so I suffered. Then you got kidnapped and I destroyed Carol’s house in Alexandria. I tore off the wallpaper, broke all the dining room chairs, threatened to kill Spencer and broke all the glassware…I thought I had lost you then and I couldn’t escape that old familiar feeling…then the day after Rick died, you left and I cried for days. I lost someone important to me permanently and temporary at the same time. He meant a lot to me too, Daryl. He saved me countless times and I will forever be in the Grimes’ debt. But why did you have to go back on your promise all the fucking time?” She pulled herself away storming off in a sense as Daryl quickly picked up his catch and followed her.

“Y/N—-I was—-“

“Nah. None of that “I was doing this for more than me” crap. Because Michonne would understand if you took breaks and shit. But you never did. Never even bothered to check on me when you did come home…”

“Y/N…”

“I was 15 when this shit started. Now I’m in my 20s and I want the whole fucking world to just burn because of how many times it’s burned me…” Y/N frowns, tripping on an outgrown tree root resulting in Dog quickly sniffing her and Daryl rushing to her side being pushed off of her at first. “Why did you leave me? You’re my big brother and you left me” she sobbed leaning into Daryl as he wrapped himself tightly around her feeling the tears wet his eyes.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to…I thought I owed him something. I do owe him my life and just…I’m sorry I stopped trying for yea. I should’ve done better”

Y/N simply continued to sob and latched onto her brother feeling him tighten his hold.

“Please don’t leave me anymore…take me with you or just stay longer”

A few hours passed since then and Y/N found herself on the porch steps with Dog laid by her feet while she took out one of her cigarettes and her lighter. She struggled a bit for the light and it felt like a sign when Daryl handed his zippo to her after stepping out for his own smoke.

“Supporting my bad habits?”

“Nah, joining” Daryl brought himself to sit beside her causing Dog to stir and bring himself to rest his head on his knee. As Daryl starts to pet the pup, Y/N lit her cigarette smoking it a bit before sharing with her brother. “So I have a proposal”

“You leaving again and trying to butter me up with something?”

“Nah. I want yea to come with me.” Daryl stated watching the confusion write itself on her face. “Two sets of eyes are better than one…and Dog”

“…if you have something of Rick, maybe Dog can pick up something” Y/N suggests taking her cigarette back. “We could make camp out there”

“Exactly. Even visit the other communities.” Daryl started, watching her light up slightly and give him a more curious look. “See Carol and Zeke”

Her smile that he’s missed for so long returned from something as simple as seeing old friends. But she was also happy to have her brother back…

[danikamariewrites]

can i please request a dark azriel x dark reader where she is a serial killer and he is one aswell. Reader is a huge fan of azriels work, so much so that she recreates his murders. It gets his attention bc he’s like

” huh? didn’t I already so this last week? ”

but it’s reader and she’ll do whatever it takes for him to notice her. Her stomach flips when she hears there is a new murder from her friends. She is so inlove with his style and grace. Her eyes sparkle and her heart beats fast when she witnesses his crimescenes. The style, the execution, the precision, the flaunt. She has to have him. She doesn’t care what it takes, he’ll love her no matter what. Neither one of them knows the identity of eachother, they just know eachother as fellow killers. Azriel knows someone is recreating his kills when he is asked to investigate another scene he already did. He comes up with a plan to catch whoever it is and to kill them before it raisea anymore questions. He finally catches reader after laying a trap, he takes of her mask and is shocked to see madjas righthand healer. No wonder he could never figure out who was murdering people. Reader covered up her tracks in a scientific way. She pulls his mask of too and they just stare at eachother.

”…”

”…”

"well this is new."

" out of all people, i'd never assume it was you."

" i’ll take that as a compliment azriel"

" you do that sweetheart. do you wanna team up instead? I was going to kill you actually, but i'm so happy it's you."

” god i’ve waited so long for this moment, the fact that it’s you makes it all so much better. And we’re together now. Idc what you say az, i’m not letting you go that easily, i don’t care if i have to lock you up. You belong to me now.”

” I could say the same for you, i’ve finally found someone to share my life with. Id you think i’m seriously letting you leave me then you’re insane. ”

😍 and they say romance is dead

The Killer

Azriel x reader

A/n: this is perfect anon I hope you like it 😊

Warnings: murder, death, slightly nsfw at the end

Azriel was sick of this copy-cat killer. He was going crazy over these murders. It didn’t seem like they were going to stop any time soon either.

He was going to catch the male responsible. These were Azriel’s murders, done in a precise and personal manner. And he’d be damned if this kept going on.

They always struck precisely a week after Azriel did. And Az knew exactly where this killer was going to strike tonight.

—

You crept through the shadows up to the warehouse side entrance. Pulling down your mask, making sure the ends of your long hair were concealed, you quietly pushed the metal door open.

On silent feet you made your way to the guard station. You were hoping that tonight was the night Azriel

You knew how he killed. What his MO is. You’ve studied the bodies he’s cut up and maimed with Madja. Being a healer gave you a steady hand making it easy to recreate the murders. Though you it was hard to capture his graceful slashes, you tried your best.You prayed that it was enough to get his attention.

You knew the details would drive him wild. That he couldn’t resist not knowing who was behind this. You were always at the crime scenes after the body was discovered. Azriel would be there too and you could feel the pride coming off him. You could see how pleased he was with his work.

When it came to your crime scenes however, you could feel his frustration and confusion. When you turned your back on the Shadow Singer and General you’d smirk to yourself. Knowing Azriel was one step closer to being yours.

Approaching the guard station you crouch and poke your head around the corner. To your shock and surprise the guard was already bound and gagged on a chair in the middle of the room. He was struggling against the tight binds. The male spotted you and stopped. Looking at you with wet pleading eyes.

Tilting your head you stand, cautiously walking over to him. “Curious. Who got to you already?” Stopping a few feet away you sense movement behind you. Looking over your shoulder you swear the shadows move.

Just as you had hoped, Azriel stepped out of the shadows. He’s just so dark and dreamy. His tall frame towered over you as he strode over to you, his large wings flaring slightly to intimidate you.

You didn’t cower from him. You stood tall facing him. Azriel gripped the back of your neck pulling you almost flush to his chest.

You didn’t say a word as he ripped your mask from your face to reveal your devilish smirk, a wicked glint in your eyes at the look of realization in Azriel’s eyes. “I’m-I…I didn’t know you had it in you sweetheart.” A smirk slowly spreading across his lips. “Hi Azzy.”

“We’re you doing this for my attention?” His voice was deep and dripping with male pride. “Took you long enough.” You pushed closer to Azriel so you were chest to chest. Your arms wrapping around his neck. The Shadowsinger complied, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Before I knew it was you I was going to kill you and this male. But now I wanna see you in action.” Your smile widened and Azriel dropped his head to your neck, nipping and licking at your pulse point making your heart beat faster.

Azriel lifts his face to your pointed ear, his heavy breath tickling your skin. “What do you say we team up from now on, hmm?” You swear you died and went to heaven in that moment. “Yes, gods yes.” You pulled his face to yours for a kiss. You bite his lower lip with a small giggle.

“You’re mine sweetheart. I’m never gunna let you go. There’s no running from me, we’re going to have forever together.” You pulled him into for a real kiss this time. Heated and full of the pent up love you have for him. It was desperate. You grabbed at each other practically crawling into his skin.

Azriel pulled away, turning you so your back is against his chest, holding your jaw gently. You both stare at the guard who’s now panicking again. “Let’s take care of him. Then, I’m going to take you home and take my time with you sweetheart.”

You moaned, grinding your ass against his cock. “Yes Az. I’m yours forever and your mine. You’re never ever going to get rid of me.” Your nails dig in hard to his arms, attempting to leave the first of many marks on him.

Azriel lets go of you landing a smack on your ass. “Go ahead sweetheart, you can go first.”

[fanfics4all]

Golden Soul: Part 2

Request: Yes / No Part 2 to your Golden Soul series with Toni topaz please where reader leaves riverdale but comes back same time as Archie and Toni and him reunite and they see how much other has changed? Anon

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Toni Topaz x Brother!Reader 

Word count: 728

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

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Coming back to Riverdale after a year in New York felt… strange. The streets still looked the same, the buildings still had that old, worn-down charm, and the Whyte Wyrm was still standing- barely. But there was something different in the air, something heavier. Maybe it was the fact that I’d spent the last year in a city that never slept, where life moved fast and people didn’t stop to stare. Maybe it was just me that had changed. 

I adjusted my bag on my shoulder as I walked toward my old house, taking in the familiar streets of the Northside, where the Serpents now lived. The Serpents weren’t what they used to be. After Hiram Lodge took over as mayor, things only got worse. The town had been shifting for years, but now, it felt like a ghost of what it used to be. Before I could knock, the front door swung open. 

“Little T!” Toni pulled me into a hug so tight I almost dropped my bag. I laughed, hugging her back just as tightly. 

“Hey TT.” 

She pulled back, looking me over. “Damn, look at you! You got taller.” 

I smirked. “Or maybe you got shorter.” 

She scoffed, punching my arm. “Shut up, college boy.” 

I stepped inside, and the familiar scent of leather and Toni’s hair dye filled the air. It felt good to be home, even if everything around me had changed. 

“God, I missed you.” Toni said, flopping onto the couch. “Tell me everything. How’s New York? Are you surviving? Are the people as mean as they say?” 

I chuckled, setting my bag down. “New York’s insane. Loud, busy, and expensive as hell. But I love it. School’s tough, but I’m handling it.” 

Toni grinned. “Of course you are. I always knew you’d kill it out there.” 

I hesitated before adding. “It’s weird, though. Being back here, it feels… smaller.” 

Toni nodded, her expression shifting. “Yeah, Riverdale’s not the same, Y/N. Ever since Hiram became mayor, the Serpents have been barely holding on. He’s been buying out everything. Southside High is gone, Pop’s almost got shut down, and he’s got his hands in everyone’s pockets.” 

I clenched my jaw. “That bastard’s still screwing over the town?” 

“Worse than ever.” She sighed. “But enough about that. I wanna hear more about you. Any new friends? A girlfriend, maybe?” 

I rolled my eyes. “No, no girlfriend, but I made some good friends. One of them wants me to intern at this office with him next year.” 

Her eyes lit up. “No way! That’s huge!” 

Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. 

Toni got up, smirking. “Speaking of people who missed you.” She swung the door open, revealing none other than Archie Andrews. 

He grinned, stepping inside. “Well, if it isn’t Y/N Topaz. Look at you, man. You’re all grown up.” 

I laughed, shaking his hand before pulling him into a quick hug. “Archie, good to see you, dude.” 

“You too. Toni told me you were coming back for a visit. How’s New York treating you?” 

“It’s crazy, but I love it.” I said. “How’s Riverdale? Besides, you know… the Lodge infestation.” 

Archie sighed. “Man, it’s a mess. Hiram’s got his hands in everything. He’s even messing with the Community Center now, trying to push us out.” 

I clenched my fists. “He won’t stop until he owns the whole town, will he?” 

“Nope.” Toni said, popping the p. 

Archie ran a hand through his hair. “It’s good to have you back, though. Even if it’s just for a bit.” 

I smiled, looking between the two of them. “Yeah, it’s good to be back.” 

Even if Riverdale had changed, even if Hiram Lodge was still making life hell for everyone, some things stayed the same. Toni was still my sister, and Archie was still one of the most loyal guys I knew. No matter how much time passed, this town would always be a part of me. But I wasn’t the same kid who left a year ago. I wasn’t the naïve little brother who needed protecting. I was different now. Stronger. And if Hiram thought he could keep tearing this town apart without consequences, maybe it was time someone reminded him that Riverdale still had people willing to fight back. Learning Law would come in handy for this town. 

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[missuswalker]

omg your fic i get it with kit is so sweet istg *-*

can I please request a part 2 to it, where kit tries to get y/n out attempting a escape for the both of them together? tysm, i loved this story <3

𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐭. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: kit can’t watch the woman he loves suffer - he has to get her out - pt 1

♰ warnings: nothing, just fluff!! he deserves it (kind of messy/rushed, though, i don’t why i couldn’t figure out how to write this 💀) and as usual not proofread

♰ notes: tytyty anon!! appreciate the love, i hope u enjoy 🫶🏼 kind of made it less stressful + more lovey because that mad needs it

“y/n.”

whispers of your name echoed in your head, pulling you from a darkness you couldn’t seem to escape. emptiness, pure silence only interrupted by the whispers.

“y/n. y/n, wake up, honey.”

sitting up with a gasp, your eyes fly open, panicked at the feeling of hands on your shoulders. upon taking a moment to look around, you’re calmed by kit’s face being the one hovering over yours. except, then, you’re confused. “kit? how’d you get in here?” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself at the bite of the cold air.

“look,” he answers, holding up a ring of keys. he offers you a hand, pulling you out of bed. “kit walker, where the hell did you get those,” you laugh, your eyes lighting up at the realization of what was about to happen. you were getting out of here! “don’t worry about that, get dressed, put some shoes on, we gotta go.”

you felt frazzled, nervous and excited all at the same time. you pull on your coat, the raggedy fabric not doing much to block out the cold. sliding into your shoes, you take kits arm, rushing quietly through the dark halls. there was stirring in a room nearby, leading the two of you to run.

you manage to make it all the way to the back door, kit flipping through the keys. “maybe we shouldn’t. we don’t have any money, where are we even supposed to go!” you begin, shushed by kit. “baby, don’t even worry about it. i know where to get some money, and as soon as we do, well get far, far away from here,” he says, his voice hushed and half-distracted as he pushes a key into the lock.

after managing to get everything undone, the door is open. “oh, god, kit,” you whisper, looking up at the dark sky. the moment was overwhelming, terrifying, but so freeing. kit is the first to step outside, dropping the keys into the overgrown grass. you follow, looking behind yourself. “we’re gonna run, okay? we’re gonna run, and we’re not gonna stop, i promise you that we’ll be okay. alright?” kit kisses your knuckles, looking up at you with those big eyes.

as soon as you nod, he’s pulling you with him. you run and run for what felt like hours, and then you’re approaching a house, a house in the middle of nowhere. “kit, where…” you begin, trailing off as soon as you started. “hey, trust me, okay? trust me,” he says back, walking up the porch steps. of course you trusted him. you just weren’t sure about whoever lived here.

kit knocks on the door, and only a few minutes later, a light turns on from inside the house. the white door swings open, revealing a young man. “well, i’ll be damned,” the mystery man whispers, reaching out to grab kit. you’re quick to step forward, halting when you see kit hug the man. “thomas, hey,” kit breathes, patting his back. “kit walker. christ, i thought i’d never see you again,” thomas laughs joyously, pulling back.

kit smiles, giving you a wink. “you know that box i gave you a while back? you still have it?” kit asks, thomas nodding immediately. “of course, yeah, it’s in the closet right here,” he confirms, walking off to the side, waving for kit to come inside. kit places his hand on the small of your back, allowing you to walk ahead of him. thomas smiles awkwardly at you, turning back to kit, handing him a cardboard box taped up and wrapped in rubber bands.

“i want you to take the truck,” thomas says, dropping car keys on top of the box as well. “oh, thomas, no, we’ll be fine,” kit denies, shaking his head. “no, i’m serious, i don’t need it. i only use it to pick up chicks. get out of here, man.” kit is hesitant to accept it, but he nods, putting a hand on thomas’s shoulder. “for the record, i never believed all that bullshit for even a second. you’re too kind. i’m so sorry this happened to you kit,” thomas frowns. kit looks at you, shrugging.

“we gotta head out,” kit says, bringing in thomas for another hug. “i’ll catch up with you soon, i promise,” he adds, his hand returning to your back pushing you out the door. thomas gives kit a goodbye, nodding at you, and you’re off again, hopping into the teal truck. “check that box f’me, sweetheart,” kit says, searching in the clove box for something to cut the tape. upon finding nothing but napkins, he hands you the car key. splitting the tape, you hand the key back to him, and he starts the truck up, pulling out of the dirt driveway.

inside the box was a wad of cash, a couple of tshirts, and a pocket knife. kit had a couple of these in random places in case of an emergency, which proved to be incredible helpful. kit peeks inside nodding. “if i remember right, that’s enough for us to get by until i can get a job. lets get way out of here,” kit sighs, driving out onto the road.

“you sure we’ll be alright, kit?”

“i’m sure, baby. get some sleep.”

♰

“hey, wake up!”

you wake with a start, little hands shaking you gently.

“momma, i can’t sleep.”

you look down at your daughter, rosie, kit sleeping soundly next to you. you give her a sweet smile, pulling her into you and your husband’s shared bed. “i can see that,” you whisper, pushing her brown curls away from her face. “can i sleep with you,” she asks, loud as can be. you nod, doing your best to make space for her. “try to be quiet, okay? daddy’s sleeping, listen,” you grin, kit’s snores bringing rosie into a fit of quiet giggles.

her laugh made you laugh, and soon, kit’s snoring stopped, the light snores replaced by loud, dramatic snores. rosie’s giggles return, kit turning around swiftly and wrapping his arms around her, bring her to his chest. “you laughin’ at me? huh?” kit teases, drawing a squeal out of her as he tickles her little arms. you laugh as well, shaking your head at the late night antics.

“you think this is funny, mommy? get her, rosie,” kit says, your daughter wiggling out of kits arms to jump on you instead. “okay, okay, it’s late, let’s calm down. rosemary, lay down,” you chuckle. your daughter whines, giving kit a pout. “aw,” she huffs, kit wrapping his arms back around rosie. “mommy is very tired,” you sigh, though your smile never wavers. “mommy’s right. it’s late, and the faster we go to sleep, the faster we can wake up and play tomorrow,” kit says, kissing the top of her head.

of course, being the daddy’s girl she is, rosie settles, shutting her eyes. “goodnight momma,” rosie says, reaching for your hand. “goodnight, sweetheart. i love you,” you whisper. “what, no goodnight for me?” kit teases, quirking a brow. “night, daddy,” rosie giggles, turning around in his arms. “night, honey, i love you so much,” kit smiles, kissing her head again. kit mouths, “love you,” to you, shutting his eyes.

it was safe to say you loved him too.

this was kind of caca but it’s okay i just suck at part twos

give me more requests pretty please i’ll kiss you if you do 😘😘

[sorcerous-caress]

Don't worry I'm definitely not rushing!! There's so much content and I'm still learning- stuff like wizards and warlocks scare me since they seem so complicated so I've been using Karlach and Lazael since they seem more straight forward for now. Astarion is definitely my favorite playstyle though- I've always loved Ninjas so being able to do 2 bonus actions is...*so* nice! Yeah- I can't say I'm surprised at the fixation 😅

Admittedly, I do absolutely adore him and am looking forward to writing for him; already have a fic in progress in fact- but I've seen a very similar thing happen to another character where he's either made entirely negative and insane or entirely positive and has to be "protected" when it's really a mix of both. Some parts of fandom I think are just like that 😅 Glad I found here and other more indie blogs who focus on npcs and niches though too so I get a wider variety!!

I'm so weak to being patronized and being talked to all condescending like and I just imagine this mean, bully male drow just targeting this crybaby Human in camp. They try to act all tough, but the drow just knows they're being a brat so he'll put them in their place. He's so damn *mean*- and he only gets worse when they run to their camp mates for help, or to hide. He steals your diary, telling you to "come get it" in a note he leaves them and they have no choice but to reluctantly leave their camp mates tent to go into the forest. It's dark- and even with their weapons, the Human's hypervigilant- but they still get taken off guard. Pulled back against a tree by their fragile little throat. Reading their most personal thoughts to blackmail them- ugh. Their crush in camp- how desperate they are, maybe even their secret kinks and desires? Gods, I'm so weak.

Oh God- or imagine a Human who's *scared* of the dark? Or a Drow who makes them scared of the dark by constantly frightening them during it? The predator/prey dynamic? *Please*. Also, self-indulgent(like all this *isn't* lmao-) because I'm sick atm and can't take large pills but Drow watching a Human work themself up to taking the medicine and just- taking it himself and then kissing them to force it in their mouth, not breaking it till they swallow, purple fingers dragging down their throat to make them shiver and raise thier shoulders. You've ruined me author. I can't do this. 😭 When I transfer my side blog to my new main blog I may have to write something for this dynamic because of you. So glad I could make your day a little brighter like you do ours lovely! Thank you for all that you do, as always! Sorry this is so long- the writer inspiration hit out of nowhere lol ❤️ -S

Fuck yeah ninja Astarion, let's fucking go!

That sounds wonderful anon, feel free to share your fic whenever you're finished <3 I'm sure it will be amazing.

And god yes, you get it, the whole human kink thing. Especially how condcending the elves would be with it, fuck especially the drows who already think they're above other elves.

Like maybe the other species keep their restraints a bit while in the party with the human, as much as their mind runs wild, they attempt to show some decorum and dignity. Only act like the perverts they are when the human isn't watching.

But once the male drow joins them? He's picking on the pathetic little human on his first day. Pulling and picking at your clothes, asking if humans really just walk around wearing slutty clothes all day?

He probably gets off on tormenting you, reminding you how he's hundreds of years older than you so you should shush your pretty little mouth and let him do what he wants, afterall aren't you humans so obsessed with showing respect for age? Then show him the respect he deserves whenever he pulls you on his lap, out of the blue and without a care to whoever is watching.

It's like second nature to him how casually he demeans your entire being, everything you ever hoped to achieved he probably has already, every place you wanted to see or travel to he has already seen, most historical events you read about he has lived through himself.

So in every way, he tells you that he clearly better than you. So don't go whining whenever he steals your diary and taunts you with all of your embarrassing secrets, or whenever he takes something precious from you and make you beg for him to give it back.

He teaches you some words in drow elvish, excepts they're completely not what he told you they meant. Watching you confidently call yourself his personal slut when you thought you were saying something else. Refuses to give you his name, makes you use all of these titles that are so humiliating to yell outloud midbattle, but he won't help you if you don't use them so poor you.

[meragel]

“꒰ঌ Me? I'm just a dragonfly demon. Damned to Pride long ago for slaughtering my enemies on the battlefields of the Roman Empire. My sin is wrath and the people here call me Meragel. Or Meg, for short. I work for whoever makes the best offer, I'm a mercenary by trade. Buy me a good time, and I'll take care of your problems. ໒꒱”

ʚɞ @meragel: indie, selective undercover angel OC RP account for the Hellaverse, nsfw content, muns have to be 18+ to RP with me, minors DNI

more infos about the muse here

ʚɞ writer: V, age 30+, hobby artist, chaotic, Aries

ʚɞ rules:

꒰ঌ selective

꒰ঌ any explicit writing only with consent & under a read more

꒰ঌ no pressure on reply speed

꒰ঌ various trigger & content warnings that come with the character will be tagged as TW: [trigger name], if you have specific triggers that you need to be tagged please message me

꒰ঌ if you want to RP don’t send me vague anons but please just reach out to me directly via the messenger

꒰ঌ I’m not a big fan of reblogging answered asks, just tag me in a new post instead and we can reblog the thread from there

꒰ঌ don’t god mode my muse aka don’t write as if you have control over what Meg does or how he does it, this does not mean you can’t do stuff to him or write your muse’s interpretation of his actions but leave his reacting to me, ok?

꒰ঌ I’m not against preestablished relationships but building a connection will still take time, this goes hand in hand with the no-god-modding rule

꒰ঌ if you have an issue with a reply of mine / if I broke one of your rules unknowingly I would appreciate it if you’d just tell me directly

꒰ঌ I like to answer anons but I don’t RP with them as if they were muses unless I know who sent them and/or it’s a crack thing

꒰ঌ I have no mains/exclusives which means I’m open to RP with duplicates of muses, however, the nature of the relationship with individual muses strongly depends on character development / events that already took place in threads

[kingdom0fcards]

its that time of the day okay dont judge me for loving a TWINK

noah LOVES having his hair pulled

like his dom is like fucking him from behind and if they pull his hair mf will cum right then and there like he just enjoys it so much

pull his hair against you and wrap a hand around his neck and press just slightly and his knees go weak because he just cant handle it

i think he enjoys overstimulation too

like just keep on touching his dick after he came and he starts SOBBING like actual CRYING and he looks SO PRETTY. add a little eyeliner and mf looks beautiful like i can't fucking stop thinking about his tear stained flushed face as he just sobs and tells you to stop without actually meaning it because it just feels so good -🍄

Oh for fuckin sure bro oh my god

Especially when he had long hair you could just grip it right and pull him against you. I think he would like it when you pulled all his hair into a ponytail and yank it back y'know

Bonus points if you choked him during that too

His knees definitely have buckled once during that and he almost fell but didn't bc you had such a tight grip on him. Like he loves that shit

Should I bring up how high his singing voice is bc I'm gonna

Like there's no way his moans aren't somewhat high like cmon have you heard never know like that man whimpers. Like his moans are mostly high half the time he's fuckin, especially if whoever is fuckin him knows all the right things to do to him

Oh overstimulation, my best friend when I don't know what else to do in a fic

He loves that shit like if you touch him even a little bit after he came he's gonna tear up. If he came before you and you're still fucking him he loves it, but turns into a sobbing mess. If you push his head into a pillow and fuck him deeper he'll b shaking and sobbing desperately.

Most the time when he says stop he doesn't mean it (safe words are important yall) so you'll be fuckin touching him until he cums again if he even has it in him

"let's see how many times you can cum for me, pretty boy"

He's already crying and he loves it. He likes it when he cries because he gets more praise depending on the situation, SO he was the one that had the idea to put on eyeliner before you fuck him.

You make sure you can see his face everytime he starts crying, you'll even switch positions quickly just to see tears and makeup running down his pretty red cheeks.

He's like, "please I can't take it" even though he definitely can take it.

He's like twitching and trying to come down from his first high when he cums again because you just keep going and overstimulating him. You make damn sure that he came at least twice before you stop.

There was one time where he came like four times before he used the safe word bc it was starting to hurt more than feel good, aftercare was extra sweet that day.

Also aftercare is important do that shit! Noah definitely likes aftercare and shit so he can just lean against you while you help him calm down and stuff. If course you continue to praise him,

"you did such a good job, baby. I'm so proud of you, you're such a good boy"

He's melting he loves it so much, if he had a tail it would be wagging fr

Anyway I went off track just a lil bit at the end, ty mushie anon I always love ur hcs they're everything

[growling]

could you perchance elaborate on npd squirrelstar because i think i see the vision

ohhhhh absolutely anon, and as I don't get many asks about warriors: hi :3

Honestly it kinda started out as a pure vibes thing, like I just thought "hmmmm which cats to hit with The NPD Beam.. squirrelstar hhholy shiit i think i just had a vision. i didn't see anything in the vision but I had a visionnn" and it stuck. Mostly headcanon stuff, maybe some slight au territory (but wc canon is already flimsy as it is anyway, so really, it didn't change much from the originals) but the longer I though about it the more it just kinda fits in lol, especially with her torment gauntlet storyline but not entirely because of it, either -

(I do not know how coherent this'll be, or if I even say everything I wanted to, as I am. so sleepy rn) Honestly the first thing I thought after initially coming up with it is. her relationships with Brambleclaw and Ashfur gsfdsghsd. It's very common to just believe that the abuser must be The Narcissist (or that just, all people with npd are automatically predestined to be abusers no matter what) while it's actually way more often that people with npd are more likely to stay in those relationships, or get abused because *shocker* mentally ill people actually way more likely to be treated as subhuman by society and the like. And I've already saw one or two people just proclaim that Brambleclaw is a narcissist because um, *checks notes* he's controlling of his wife and extra sensitive of (oftentimes valid) criticisms of his leadership or something idk man which. uhhhhh. no can we not please + shut up forever + now I'm gonna do the opposite nobody can stop me (also happened with rainflower. and clear sky. and sol. but mostly rainflower. lord help me)

(on a sillier note though....... nothing much to say about Ashfur as of now but after his Squilf/Ashf breakup if he was a human he'd become a self-proclaimed tiktok Dark Empath)

And lastly the headcanon stuff, which I completely made up while stirring the muffin batter but they might or might not have canon basis too, I don't know, I'm not gonna look for it and I don't really care either;

Does the right thing not because it's "what you're supposed to do or whatever idk I have no idea how any of you define it anymore", but because it makes her feel good. And even if by the end of the day she doesn't get any praise or reward for it, even if she gets shunned for it, what matters to her is that she did the Good Thing and therefore she is Good and that's what matters, and everybody else is so stupid for not seeing it. Really, why does it always have to be her that actually bothers with helping people nowadays. She's got a so much better grade at Good Person than like 99% of her Clan, StarClan bless

Leafpool was always consistently her equal person, she deserves the world and maybe even more than she does because she's just that great, it's her an Leafy against the world <3 we're eating soft tacos later <3 hold on Squirrelflight's Hope just called and- oh god, oh fuck

neither low nor high empathy but a secret third thing: really fucking weird ever changing empathy that also varies on whoever it is for some unexplainable reason. Based off what I have and how do I even explain this in simple, not-10-paragraph-post length....... just trust me on this. What I'll say rn is that she tends to personally care about nearly exclusively towards people relevant to her, or those she considers "interesting" regardless if she actually likes them.

always sets her goals either incredibly high (because naturally she's gonna achieve this exactly as she imagined and wait what do you mean-), or very low (so that she can do the woohoo!!! whenever she succeeds)

she splashes water everywhere when drinking she spills it so much she puts all her paws in that damn stream then puts them all over the kids and now they're all wet they all shake it off directly at Brambleclaw

> gets criticized once > fucking dies

I'll add onto this if I have time maybe, and don't completely forget about this whole post

[yandere-daze]

❄️OH MY GOSH IF THEY CONTROL TOUR MISSIONS….damn whoever gave me repidigit missions are not forgiven. (it’s probably trickstar. rebellion stars end on a repidigit.)

OH and if they can somehow manipulate our phones settings to hear our voice while we play the game oh man i’m starting to feel sorry for them hdjsjksjs

if the player is the type of person who says the most random things during the game (like me) the characters would hear things like “omg leoooooo i love you so much i hope you fall on your face you’re so cute <33” THEY’D GET SO CONFUSED and whenever the player didn’t get the five star they want the characters would have to hear things like “I HATE YOU NATSUME WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE BEEN RITSU”

or maybe some random humming (or screaming) of the song’s lyrics maybe occasional singing normally. i think leo especially would be really happy about it since he wrote all of knights’ songs and his beloved player is singing them oh my god he’s getting so much inspiration

or maybe if you remember their voice lines from the being on your homescreen or party for so long you started saying their lines with them! some of them would probably get so happy they cry.

I IMAGINE TSUKASA BEING HIGHKEY SAD WHEN WE MOCK HIS “ENSEMBLE STRAWS” IM SORRY TSUKASA

yes i do all of the above

sdnakjndl if you think the repidigit missions in en are bad then be happy that you´ve never had to play the jp tour events before. Honestly while playing the en version of the first tour event I was actually pleasantly surprised because I thought that it was way more comfortable with it´s goals than the jp version. What I did with those missions was to look how many notes the song has beforehand and then play normally until I hit a high combo with a repidigit ( I didn´t even know this was a word before plaything the tour event djnsldan) and then drop the combo. Then I just continued playing normally until the end of the song and it would work because the game only counts the highest combo you achieved while playing

In jp we instead had to have the score end with a certain number at the end of the life. Thise where the ones I usually really struggled with. What you would do there is play on easy and play normally through almost the entire song until there´s like only 10 notes left. Then you pray that the score ends in the desired number in those last few notes. If it does you stop playing immediately and hope you´ll still pass the live. It was really annoying and sometimes I would have to try this with every single songs in the day because it just wouldn´t work out. So glad they replaced those missions in the en version!

gn reader

tw yandere, spying through the mic

Honestly, no matter how weird or stranger whatever you say ends up being, they wouldn´t really mind. They tried so hard to hack into your microphone so just being able to hear your voice after all this time is already a blessing! Even better if you´re saying their name! It sounds so wonderful, coming from you!

They will probably be a bit confused if you make such random statements but most of them are just zoning in on the fact that you said you love them <3

And then there´s people like Mika who are like “ they called me cute and want me to fall on my face? What if I fall down on purpose just for them? Are they going to call me cute again???” and he just does whatever you ask of him in an effort to please you

And yes, the gacha pain is real, I feel you, anon! I tend to be quiet while scouting but internally I´m screaming when I get a different character. I´m pretty sure I´ve talked about this somewhere before so I´m keeping this a bit shorter but of course they would be really sad too when you say you hate them! They tried so hard to come home to you so you would hopefully put them on your team and use them, but their plan seems to have backfired!

Before hacking into your mic, the characters were kind of aware if they had the honor of being one of your favorite characters or not simply from if you pulled on their banners or not. So they might have feared that you didn´t like them all that much but it hurts so much more to have the confirmation and hear you outright say it

So there are some positives and negatives to this new development. Obviously another positive is when they can hear you singing along to their songs. They feel so proud and love hearing your singing voice too! They wish they could duet with you! But just hearing your praise is already sweet enough ^^

And you´re right that Leo especially would be happy about it because he composes all the songs for Knights so you enjoying them enough to sing them makes him super excited! All his hard work paid off if you´re liking his songs! He will mention this to absolutely every person he meets snfskbf Also gets a new burst of inspiration as soon as he hears you sing. You´re his muse after all!

Nooooo not ensemble straws 😭 I get it anon, I truly do. Gotta be an oof moment for Tsukasa though sjbdldb

[kittluzbills]

Can you do a one shot inspired by The Bomb by Florence and the Machine?

Hi anon! I hope you like this. You didn’t say about who so i just used harry since that was the only person i had written for when you requested this

 It's very angsty but that is my specialty. Sad girls rise up! Sorry if this strays from the song a little. My mind was all over the place because the song confused me a little.

Based off of : The Bomb by Florence and The Machine ANDDD Lead Me On by Nate Poshkus!!!

The Bomb// h.s.

Everyone was right. I knew being with Harry would be no easy feat, but I didn’t expect it to hurt me this bad. I was never gonna be her. I was never gonna be his love, his forever, none of that. 

Unavailability was his entire brand. A touring popstar who could have whoever he wanted, I should’ve known that it wasn’t me. I’ve blown apart my life for him.

I had woken up to a flood of text messages from my best friend Anna. One stuck out to me the most.

“don’t open twitter.” she wrote.

It was ominous, but I trusted her. I’ve never been a good listener, so naturally I opened it and went right to my trending bar.

“Popstar Harry Styles spotted with Ex Lover Olivia Wilde! Sparking Dating rumors!”

I froze. I was surprised, but at the same time I wasn’t. I was never special, I wasn’t too blind for that. But God, he could at least fake it for a little longer. 

This could’ve been the best thing that’s ever happened to us, until he decided not to do it. I was free to love him but he didn’t want me. I sat my phone down and thought about all the time Harry had spent making me feel like I meant something to him. All of the surprise candle lit dinners, last minute vacations, little love letters left in the bathroom before he went to the studio.

I mean, we were never ‘dating’, but he damn near acted like we were. Strangers to friends, friends to lovers, lovers to strangers but who’s fucking surprised. 

I wanted to call him so bad.I knew if he saw me like this he would come back, tell me he didn’t want her, and I would fall for it.

I forced myself out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. As I was brushing my teeth I heard my phone buzz. I ignored it but then it happened again, and again, and again.

“harry- 3 missed calls”

“harry: i swear i wouldn’t do this to you, you know that.”

I didn’t have a reason to respond. I knew I would get nothing out of it and he would just find another excuse to make his way over to my apartment, and into my bed, and head, and heart.

It wasn’t cheating, we didn’t belong to eachother. But God, I didn’t deserve to be lied to and used like that. I would have never done this to him and he knows that

A couple minutes went by of me staring at my phone, his texts. I wanted this to all be wrong so badly. Just a daydream, a big joke.

“lose my number.” is all I said in response.

I decided to not waste my day, so I hopped in the shower. Once I got out, I checked my phone again. Of course he had more to say.

“harry: please let me talk to you, it was all real y/n, all of my feelings for you”

“i don’t believe anything you say anymore. you were never mine and i shoudl’ve ran the moment i realized that.” i wrote.

He wass trying to reel me back in. What we had was so beautiful but I should have known it was fake. I was never enough, he was never over her.

I sat my phone down on my night stand as I crawled back into bed. I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. Maybe I should give him a chance to explain himself. Maybe it was for publicity for his new album. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I woke up a few hours later after crying myself to sleep over the situation. I feel peace approaching, or maybe it was Harry, because about two seconds after that unfamiliar feeling, I got another text from the boy I missed so much.

“harry: can’t stop thinkin ab ya, just need one chance to explain it all, that’s it my love,”

I responded with “you know where to find me.” It was up to him whether he wanted to right his wrongs.

“harry: coming.”

I was gonna let him speak his peace but I kmew for sure there was know way we were going to recover from this. But I needed to be fair because again, all of my information was from twitter. 

I’m playing devil's advocate for a boy who wouldn’t do the same, a boy who got off to leading me on.

I was pulled out of my conflicting thoughts by a final buzz from my phone.

“harry: here”

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Sorry this was extra short omg, I like it though. My bf actually helped me write it a lil :) we love a supportive bf.

Anywayssss

Hope you like it, you guys mean the world to me i can’t say thank you enough for the love on mu joe and other harry oneshots.

Would yall want me to make a post just introducing something about me? If not yall can say no lol.

Part 2?????

Send requests here!

-all the love, kitt.

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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NSFW idea for yandere rekka! I remember you saying in the HC's of yandere rekka that she uses fly bots to keep watch, what if the reader took one and recorded themselves masturbating and moaning her name. I would love to have this be a story please.

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Yandere!Rekka watching Reader

TW; Reader uses they/them pronouns but is AFAB, Smut🔞, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Yandere, stalking (though Reader knows they're being stalked, but they're into it), fingering, toy use, size difference

Notes; Anon as soon as I saw this ask I almost died because my god, my lesbian ass can't 🥵

2nd note; God this took forever to post cause my Tumblr was acting up

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Rekka likes to believe that Y/n doesn't know her true intentions with them and always keeps watch on them by using her fly bots when they leave work, she wants to keep tabs on them at all times for their sake since they're much more weaker then she is - right now she's in her office watching on her tablet as Y/n walk down the street to your home listening to music though your headphones. Rekka fond of their relaxed state as they hum along to their music until the bot's lens is suddenly blackened out as the sound of it falling out of the sky, then onto the ground listening as someone picks up the bot and stuffs it into a bag.

"Damn it, Rekka gotta do something."

Before she could even get up from her seat she hears the muffling sounds of a door and a voice talking to themselves, deciding to wait for the moment to see whoever took the bot so that way she can identify and crush whoever took her way of watching her darling. The sounds of the bot being pulled out of the bag and being tinkered with as Rekka patiently waits for the right moment, several minutes went by hearing shuffling and shifting until something wipes across the lens blurring the image of the individual.

"Here we go."

Hearing the sweet voice of her darling as the lens as they wipe off the black substance first showing their face before they placed the bot down on their bed, Rekka's jaw drops as she sees Y/n standing in front of the cam dressed in a two piece crotchless lingerie.

"I know you're watching this right now Rekka and I know you've been stalking me through the flying bots for the past couple of weeks."

She swallows the large lump in her throat feeling the heat rise from her cheeks as she loosens her tie, watching as Y/n gets onto their bed as they place the cam near the bedposts sitting on their knees placing a red velvet box next to them

"And honestly it's too bad that you couldn't just come and stalk me yourself."

Watching as they slide their hand between thighs while the other plays with their own chest listening to their breath hitch as she undo her belts and slides her hand into her pants, spreading their legs as they play with their clit hearing them call her name under their breath. Sliding their fingers into their pussy as their wetness drips down their thighs chanting Rekka's name like a prayer, feeling herself coming to her end until they pull their fingers out - Rekka whining at her own lose of an orgasm. Rummaging through the red box as they pulled out a bottle of lube and a 10 inch red dildo. Applying lube to the large toy paying very close attention to the tip as Rekka slides her pants all the way down now, watching as they hover over the large object before slowly sinking onto it hearing them loudly moan.

"Fuck, Rekka! Wish you were here right now."

Slowly they sink down more on the toy stopping off halfway then slides off with only the tip still inside.

"And I know you want to be here, too."

Rekka's fingers quicken as Y/n s fastens her pace watching the cock disappear into them riding it like she was there, listening to them beg and pleads to themselves their hips moving faster as it goes deeper into them - suddenly they bury their face onto the bed blocking her view as their hands disappears under them hearing the sloppy sounds of their pussy playing with themselves again. Hearing them curse under their breath watching them slowly rise up with one hand still playing with themselves. Rekka's breath stopped for a moment and the view that she sees is like nothing she has seen before - the toy is now fully inside of them and creating a small but noticeable bulge in their stomach, their face contorted in pleasure and pain drool dripping down from the corners of their month. They move their hips slowly and carefully letting the colorful cock slide out of them then back in, Rekka now close to her end once again as Y/n starts to speed up their pace until their screaming in euphoria and her name all over again. Moaning out in pure ecstasy as they soak their sheets as Rekka soaks her chair watching as they fall over backwards onto their pillows, the dildo slips out of them covered in their cum as Y/n huffs and wipes off their brow before sitting right up staring into the lens. Grabbing something off screen for a minute for it to be a pen and notebook writing something down before showing a address, apartment number and a heart in the corner.

"I'll be waiting, Rekka."

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Unspoken Melody

Request: Yes / No Heyy I have a request for Luke Alvez with a karaoke bar. Like the reader and Luke are into each other but they don't know, but the Team knows, and on a evening off, the Team goes to sing karaoke. And the reader is normally a bit shy but slays the Karaoke and Luke is impressed. Thank you so much! Anon

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Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 886

Warnings: Nothing I think!

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Luke’s POV*

Our team didn’t get many nights off, so when we did, we made them count. Tonight, Garcia had wrangled everyone into a karaoke bar and somehow, no one had managed to escape. Not even Y/N. 

I sat at the table sipping my beer, my eyes flickering to her every few seconds. It wasn’t intentional… okay, maybe it was, but she was just so damn cute when she laughed. The dim bar lights caught in her eyes, making them sparkle. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. 

“God, just ask her out already.” JJ muttered under her breath, nudging me with her elbow I nearly choked on my drink. 

“What?” Tara smirked from across the table. 

“Oh, come on, Alvez. The longing looks, the stolen glances, you’re about as subtle as a freight train.”

“I don’t-” 

“Uh-huh.” Emily cut in. 

“And let’s not forget how Y/N is just as bad.” I frowned, but before I could argue, Reid leaned in. 

“She always sits next to you when we go out, and laughs at your jokes, even the bad ones.” 

“Alright, alright…” I huffed, shifting in my seat. 

“Can we drop it?” The team exchanged knowing glances but let him suffer in silence. For now. 

The night went on, and a few members had already embarrassed themselves on stage- Rossi’s Sinatra impression was surprisingly good, while Garcia and JJ’s duet of Wannabe by the Spice Girls was more enthusiastic than in tune. 

Then the host called her name.

I sat up straighter, my mouth slightly open as I watched her. 

“Damn…” Tara murmured. 

“She’s been hiding that from us?”

“Look at Luke.” Garcia giggled. Emily nudged me again. 

“Still gonna just pretend you’re just friends?” But I barely heard them. 

When her eyes met mine, a slow, knowing smirk played on her lips. My stomach flipped. By the time she finished, the entire bar cheered and I was still trying to get his heartbeat back to normal. She sauntered back to the table, still buzzing with adrenaline. 

“Well?” She asked, plopping into her seat next to me. I turned to her, still in awe. 

“That was…” I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips. 

“...incredible.” Her cheeks warmed. 

“Thanks.” My gaze lingered on her and for once, I didn’t overthink it. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” Her smile only widened. 

“Only if you promise to sing next.” I groaned, but the way she was looking at me? Yeah, I’d sing any song if it meant getting more moments like this with her. 

*Y/N’s POV*

“You’re really gonna make me sing?” I grinned, sipping my drink. 

“A deal’s a deal!” 

“C’mon, Alvez.” Emily teased, smirking over the rim of her glass. 

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint Y/N, would you?” He shot her a half-hearted glare, but when he turned back to me, my expression was expectant, playful, hopeful. With a resigned sigh, he stood, sending one last you’ll pay for this look my way before heading to the stage. 

“What’s he gonna sing?” JJ mused. Rossi chuckled. 

“Something safe, I’d bet.” But then the familiar slow strums of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You started playing. And my breath caught. 

“Oh!” Penelope whispered, practically vibrating. 

“Oh my God!” I stared at Luke as he took the mic, his usual confidence returning the second he started singing. His voice was deep, smooth, a little rough around the edges but still incredibly warm. He was good. 

But it wasn’t just his voice. It was the way his dark eyes locked onto mine. How every word felt like it was meant just for me. 

“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright…” My face burned. Was he… was he doing this on purpose? The team caught on immediately. Emily smirked knowingly. 

“Oh, that’s not a safe choice. That’s a statement.” Tara sipped her drink. 

“Bold.” Penelope clutched JJ’s arm. 

“We are watching a rom-com in real time!” I hardly heard them. My whole world had narrowed to Luke. His voice, the slight smirk playing at his lips when he saw my reaction. And when he hit the final note, the entire bar cheered, but I was too busy trying to slow my racing heart. Luke made his way back to the table, sliding into the seat beside me like nothing had happened. 

“There. Happy now?” I stared at him, still stunned. 

“You…” I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. 

“That was unfair!” He grinned.

“What do you mean?” 

“You know what I mean!” His smile turned softer, more genuine. He leaned in slightly, his voice just low enough for only me to hear. 

“Maybe I do.” My heart skipped a beat. The warmth in his eyes, the way his fingers brushed against mine on the table, it felt like a shift. Like a moment we’ve both been waiting for. And judging by the way the team was not being subtle about watching us, they knew too. Penelope sighed dreamily. 

“So, when’s the wedding?” Luke groaned, but I just laughed, nudging his shoulder. 

“Guess we’re not as subtle as we thought, huh?” He shook his head, chuckling. 

“Not even a little.” But when he took my hand under the table, lacing his fingers with mine, I decided maybe I didn’t need to be.

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor