#anemic!reader

[cei1ne]

—You suffer from anemia yet your boyfriends as supportive as ever, just in his own way

დ .•*”Summary: You suffer from anemia but you don’t let it stop you from becoming a hero, yet, your boyfriend’s a stubborn mess and forced you to rest.

༺ღ༒Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Anemic!Reader

☆࿐ཽ༵Tags: High school; Relationship; UA; GN!Reader

＊*•̩̩͙Warnings: Cursing?; Anemia; Overprotective boyfriend

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‧͙⁺˚*･A/N: Someone requested this but it was anonymous and my tumblr was bugging lately! It just got deleted but I still had lots of fun writing this and I hope you’ll have just as much fun reading this! And I didn’t know if they meant headcanons or Scenario so I just did both!

Headcanons: Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Anemic!Reader

1. Worry Masked by Irritation: Bakugou would constantly mask his concern for your condition by pretending to be annoyed. He’d grumble about you being “too weak” but would secretly go above and beyond to ensure you’re healthy.

2. Diet Control Freak: He’d take control of your meals, researching iron-rich foods and sneaking them into your diet. If you tried to resist, he’d shove a plate at you with a snarky remark like, “Eat this before I lose it.”

3. Hyper Awareness: Bakugou would become hyper-aware of your signs of fatigue or dizziness. If you so much as swayed while standing, he’d immediately drag you to sit down.

4. Loud Protector: If anyone dared to tease or question you about your condition, he’d explode (figuratively and maybe literally). “You got something to say?! Say it to me!”

5. Gentle in Private: Though Bakugou is explosive in public, in private, he’d show softer affection. He’d tuck blankets around you, carry you to bed if you overexerted yourself, and grumble softly, “Don’t push yourself, idiot.”

6. Hates Seeing You Weak: Seeing you too tired to get up genuinely unnerves him. He’d pace, bark orders, and eventually sit by your side, silently holding your hand.

7. Acts of Service: Bakugou would do small things like fetching water, helping you stand, or taking on your chores. Of course, he’d act like it’s no big deal. “You’re lucky I’m not a total asshole, huh?”

8. Research Master: He’d secretly learn about anemia from every available resource and even consult Recovery Girl or doctors. He wouldn’t tell you about it, though; he’d just start doing things that showed he knew what he was talking about.

9. Training Adjustment: He’d modify training sessions for you, subtly encouraging you to take breaks without making you feel weak. He might even offer to spar lightly to “keep you on your toes.”

10. Blunt Reassurance: If you ever felt self-conscious about your condition, Bakugou would bluntly shut you down. “You’re not weak. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

Rest is for the Weak (But Not for You)

The morning started like any other. The dorms buzzed with activity as Class 1-A prepared for the day ahead. You had been one of the first to wake, though not because you were particularly eager. A familiar heaviness sat on your chest, and your limbs felt as though they were weighed down by lead.

It was nothing new. This was your normal.

“Y/N, you doing okay?” Mina’s cheerful voice rang out as she caught sight of you rubbing your temples. “You look kinda pale.”

You gave her a small smile, brushing it off. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.”

“You sure? I can grab you something from the cafeteria real quick if you need it!”

“Thanks, Mina, but I’m good,” you said firmly, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

She hesitated but eventually nodded, skipping off to join the others. As you gathered your things and headed toward the training grounds, you could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on you.

Turning your head, you locked eyes with Bakugou.

He didn’t say anything, but his narrowed eyes and furrowed brow made it clear he’d heard the exchange. You pretended not to notice and hurried to catch up with the others, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue.

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The training session was supposed to be routine—a series of combat drills designed to test reflexes and stamina. You had been paired with Midoriya for a sparring match, something that usually wouldn’t faze you.

But today, every movement felt sluggish. Your punches lacked their usual strength, and your dodges were just a fraction too slow. Midoriya, ever the observant one, noticed almost immediately.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” he asked, concern etched into his face as he blocked one of your weak punches.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, dodging to the side as he retaliated.

But the dizziness was getting worse. Your vision blurred at the edges, and the sound of your own heartbeat roared in your ears.

“Y/N—”

“Stop holding back!” you snapped, cutting him off.

Midoriya flinched but complied, though his hits were clearly pulled. You hated it—hated the pity in his eyes, the way he seemed afraid to fight you properly. You wanted to prove you could keep up, that you weren’t a liability.

And then your knees buckled.

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“Oi! What the hell are you doing, Deku?!”

Bakugou’s voice rang out across the gym, loud enough to make everyone pause. You barely registered the sound of his boots stomping across the floor before he was standing between you and Midoriya, his crimson eyes blazing.

“I-It wasn’t his fault—” you started, but Bakugou cut you off with a sharp glare.

“Shut it, dumbass,” he growled before turning back to Midoriya. “What the hell were you thinking, letting them push themselves like that?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to respond but quickly decided against it, his expression shifting to one of resignation.

“And you,” Bakugou snarled, rounding on you. “What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve hurt yourself!”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, trying to push past him.

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. He grabbed your arm—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to stop you in your tracks.

“You’re not fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re done. Sit down before you pass out.”

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Bakugou practically dragged you to the edge of the gym, ignoring your protests as he deposited you on a bench. The other students watched from a distance, their whispered conversations filling the air.

“Bakugou, you’re overreacting,” you muttered, crossing your arms as he crouched in front of you.

“Overreacting, my ass,” he shot back, his tone sharp. “You’re pale as shit, and you can’t even stand up straight. Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

You glared at him, but the dizziness made it hard to keep your head up. Bakugou noticed immediately and let out an irritated sigh.

“Tch. Stay here,” he ordered before stomping off.

When he returned a few minutes later, he was carrying a water bottle and a protein bar. He shoved them at you without a word, his scowl deepening when you hesitated.

“Eat. Drink. Now,” he barked.

“Bakugou, I don’t need—”

“Don’t argue with me, dumbass!” he snapped, his voice louder than necessary. “Just do it!”

You flinched but complied, taking small sips of water and nibbling on the protein bar.

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When the session ended, Bakugou didn’t give you a choice about walking back to the dorms together. He hovered close, his sharp eyes scanning you for any signs of weakness.

“You didn’t have to walk me back,” you muttered, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

“Shut up. You’re lucky I didn’t carry your ass,” he shot back.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. But as you reached the dorms, Bakugou’s voice softened.

“You need to take care of yourself, Y/N,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

You glanced at him, surprised by the shift in his demeanor. “I do take care of myself.”

“Bullshit,” he muttered. “If you did, I wouldn’t have to babysit you all the damn time.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the exhaustion caught up with you, and you leaned against the wall for support.

Bakugou was at your side in an instant, his hand on your arm as he steadied you.

“See? This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he grumbled. “You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”

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Once inside your room, Bakugou made himself at home, pulling a chair up beside your bed as you sat down.

“You’re not staying,” you said, giving him a tired look.

“Like hell I’m not,” he retorted, crossing his arms. “Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do something stupid.”

You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re an idiot,” he shot back, though there was no real heat behind his words.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the tension gradually fading as the weight of the day settled over you. Bakugou’s presence, as much as you hated to admit it, was comforting.

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The silence in your dorm room was a strange thing. Bakugou wasn’t one to enjoy stillness, yet here he was, sitting in your chair like he belonged there, arms crossed as he glared at the wall. The occasional sound of his foot tapping against the floor was the only thing breaking the quiet.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said finally, unable to take the tension anymore.

“Too bad,” he replied curtly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “You’re seriously overreacting. I just got a little dizzy.”

He turned his sharp gaze on you, the intensity in his crimson eyes making you freeze. “A little dizzy? You couldn’t even finish training without almost eating shit in front of everyone.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” you muttered, looking away.

“I’m not saying it to piss you off, dumbass,” he snapped, leaning forward slightly. “I’m saying it because you’re being reckless.”

You stared at him, surprised by the raw frustration in his voice. Katsuki Bakugou was never one to sugarcoat his words, but there was something different about the way he spoke to you now—like he was genuinely afraid for you.

“I just don’t want to hold anyone back,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugou’s expression softened for a moment, though his scowl quickly returned. “You’re not holding anyone back,” he said firmly. “You think I give a crap if you can’t keep up sometimes? You’re not weak, Y/N.”

The words caught you off guard. You’d always thought Bakugou saw weakness as unforgivable, that he’d look down on anyone who couldn’t match his relentless energy. Hearing him say otherwise left you speechless.

“Tch. Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbled, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “I’m just telling the truth. Now shut up and rest.”

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Despite Bakugou’s insistence that you stay in bed, word of your condition had spread among your classmates, and it wasn’t long before a few of them came knocking.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Mina burst into the room, her usual enthusiasm dampened by concern. She carried a small bag of snacks, which she set on your bedside table with a flourish.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” Bakugou interjected from his seat, his voice dripping with irritation. “Now get out.”

“Bakugou, be nice!” Kirishima appeared behind Mina, giving his friend a pointed look before turning to you. “We just wanted to check on you, Y/N. You scared us a little back there.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, guilt creeping into your tone. “I just… overdid it.”

“You think?” Bakugou muttered under his breath.

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, we’re glad you’re okay. Just take it easy, all right? And don’t let Bakugou boss you around too much.”

“Too late for that,” you joked, earning a glare from Bakugou.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Mina and Kirishima finally left, though not without a promise to check in on you again later. As soon as the door closed, Bakugou let out an irritated huff.

“They don’t know when to leave,” he grumbled.

“They’re just worried,” you said, leaning back against the pillows. “You don’t have to be so rude.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need a damn audience while I’m trying to take care of you,” he shot back.

You raised an eyebrow. “Trying to take care of me? Is that what this is?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing again.

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That night, long after Bakugou had begrudgingly left your room, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His words from earlier echoed in your mind.

“You’re not weak, Y/N.”

It was such a simple statement, yet it meant more to you than you could explain. For as long as you could remember, you’d been battling the fear that your anemia made you a burden. You hated the idea of being someone others had to take care of.

But Bakugou didn’t see you that way.

You weren’t sure when he’d started paying such close attention to you, but his protectiveness was undeniable. It was infuriating at times, but it also warmed your heart in a way you couldn’t ignore.

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When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the smell of food.

Groggily sitting up, you saw Bakugou standing by your desk, a tray of breakfast in his hands.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“What’s it look like?” he replied, setting the tray down on your lap. “You’re eating before training today.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You made this?”

“Don’t sound so shocked,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s just eggs and toast. Not like I cooked a five-star meal.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you picked up your fork. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, looking away. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

As you ate, you noticed how he lingered by the door, his usual impatience replaced by something softer.

“Are you gonna watch me the whole time?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he shot back.

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Over the next few weeks, Bakugou’s concern for you became an undeniable part of your routine. He started carrying snacks and water bottles with him during training, shoving them at you whenever he thought you looked tired. He adjusted his own training schedule to keep an eye on you, even if it meant sparring with someone else so he could watch from a distance.

And while he never outright said it, his actions spoke volumes.

One day, after a particularly exhausting training session, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the gym, your legs dangling over the side as you tried to catch your breath. Bakugou appeared beside you, handing you a cold water bottle without a word.

“Thanks,” you said, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip.

“Tch. Don’t mention it,” he muttered, sitting down next to you.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the gym fading into the background. It was moments like this that reminded you just how much Bakugou cared, even if he’d never admit it.

“You’re not weak, you know,” he said suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

You turned to look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone.

“Thanks, Katsuki,” you said quietly, using his first name for the first time in weeks.

He didn’t say anything, but the faint smile that tugged at his lips was enough.

[dipperscavern]

Okay now Cregan and Robb with anemic reader

cregan i think definitely has one of your ladies in waiting around you all the time, especially when he can’t be. to catch you if you faint, and because she’s very trained in what to do if you fall & how to prevent it too. you both share tasks instead of only you doing it & she reminds/helps you to not overexert yourself etc. cregans got the castle staff running like the navy when it comes to you and i’ll take absolutely no suggestions.

and robb i think gets nervous when you pass out no matter how many times you do it 😭 he doesn’t freak out or anything but he definitely talks to himself while you’re out of it. like you fall & he catches you & is like

“Oh— kay, love, know ‘m handsome, but—“ HAHA

[bengals-barnesbabe]

I Can Fix Her

~ joe finds a very concerning video on his fyp and goes into protective boyfriend mode when he finds out why ~

joe burrow x gf!reader

TW: period talk, passing out, reader's anemic, joey's very concerned

“Thank You TikTok” | Main Masterlist

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✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧ Next Fic <3

~ actually inspired by a tiktok lol, i also may be projecting...

[littlelovelunette]

vi x anemic reader passing out during sex?

Nurture (3)

Contains smut, strap,overstimulation (?), aftercare, implication of round two

Your body was folded as Vi held your thighs in place, strap drilling deep into your hole and hitting your cervix every now and then, "You look so incredibly pretty, my angel."

You let a loud moan out as Vi hit that certain sweet spot in your pussy making you grab the sheets tightly with your hands. "Oh, gosh..."

"Mhm, are you close, angel?" Vi asked, her voice gentle despite the way she was fucking into you. You could only nod and gasp for air as the knot in your stomach tightened.

Crying out in pleasure, you came around the silicone toy but Vi didn't let that stop her constant pounding in your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back, sure the pleasure was a lot and amazing but suddenly your brain was starting to feel a little hazy, you were unsure whether it was due to the deficiency of iron in your blood or due to the extreme pleasure.

You couldn't hear her voice when your body went limp, all you could really feel was the pleasure dulling out in your pussy as your mouth fell agape.

And that was it, you passed out. Yet, again.

It certainly wasn't the first time you passed out but the fact that it happened while you both were having sex made it ten times worse. It's never happened when like this, but you guessed that you still should've taken it slow.

When you woke up, you were in bed with the duvet upto your chest, Vi sitting next to you with a glass of water and a gentle smile playing on her lips. She was used to your sudden unconsciousness by now.

She knew not to panic too much atleast. "Should've told me if you felt hazy." Vi said giving you the water. "Thanks..." You muttered and took it from her, taking a small sip.

"I just— I don't know what came over me. I couldn't even hear or speak." You said with a sigh putting the glass down on the bedside table and looking at Vi.

"It's okay, my love..." Vi wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in a hug, "Maybe folding you wasn't the bed idea, better keep an eye on your face then." She kissed the side of your head.

You giggled, "You try way too hard."

"I have to, you're my angel."

You blushed and Vi picked you up taking you to the dining table, whenever you passed out and then woke up Vi would give it a moment before she fed you.

Vi put you down on the kitchen counter so you could let your legs dangle off the edge.

She opened the cabinet and took out an apple, washing it and tossing it to you. You caught it with a grin, taking a bite out of it.

"What do you want me to make?" Vi asked as she leaned against the counter, head against your arm. "Hmmm..." You hummed as you thought.

"I wanna eat..." you encircled your legs around her waist and brought her closer, "You."

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My anemic ass is NOT surviving Baldurs Gaye 3 😭🤣🤣🤣🩸🩸🩸🩸🧛‍♂️🧛‍♂️

[stripedstarsblueflags]

Fanfiction is not an industry.

There are no publishing houses, professional editors, algorithms, distribution managers, talent agents, or, in almost all cases, profit.

Fanfiction is the result of hardworking creative individuals choosing to share their passions and imaginations with no tangible benefit to themselves.

Fanfiction is not, and never has been, an industry.

[cyber-night]

Fyodor needs help sometimes even if he doesn't want it. No smut today, sorry :(

Content Warnings: Self-neglect, degradation, humiliation, (Neither of which are particularly "sexy" it's more just Fyodor being put in his place through his own stupidity), this... isn't healthy for Anyone...

You sigh as you look at Fyodors pill bottle. You'd recently put a cap on it that had a timer telling when it had last been opened. You suspected that he hadn't been taking his meds. The timer showed that it had been over two days since Fyodor had taken his medication, and even then, he only took it because you brought it to him.

You head up to his computer room where you find him hunched over his keyboard, typing away at lines of code. "Hey Fedya?" He hums as if he hears you but isn't listening. You continue anyway. "You haven't taken your meds in a few days... how are you feeling?"

"Fine," He says without looking up from typing. "When's the last time you got up to eat or use the bathroom?" You ask worriedly. Fyodor sighs. "I do not need you babying me. I can care for myself, you know." He says flatly. "You haven't taken your meds in two days... I worry about you. When's is the last time you slept in a bed and not at your desk?" He stops typing and pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Not all of us get to sit around and do nothing you know some of us have actual work to do." This makes you pause irritation boiling under your skin. "Excuse me? I do plenty thank you very much. I'm the only one who does anything around here." You snap he has never been this expressly disrespectful to you. "You do nothing but annoy me and take me away from my work! I don't need your help! I realize you are too dumb to understand how important what I'm doing is, but you can at least have the decency to let me do it. As for what you do around here, you do nothing but take up space and money!" He snaps angrily you pause your eyes wide, all the times you've made sure he had water and tea as he worked, made sure he was eating, brought him food if he hadn't eaten yet, brought him his meds, all of that to him was simply an interruption? An irritation? Not to mention you took care of most of the chores, though he helped with a few such as the trash ...Fine then if that's how he saw it. "Very well, then I'll stop." You sat icily your eyes narrowed. "Since you will be fine without me helping, I'll leave you be." He seems pleased at that. "Good." Is all he says before he turns back to his monitors. You don't hesitate to turn and leave.

True to your words the next four? Maybe five days? You don't do anything for him. You knew when you two started dating, he needed something akin to a caretaker as he was oblivious to his own health, unable to feel hunger, thirst, or even exhaustion the way most do. It stemmed from his autism and you were willing to help him out of love for him. You never thought you'd have that affection thrown back at you in such a volatile way. You haven't seen him for a few days making no effort to seek him out.

You are sitting in the living room reading a book quietly when he stumbles in. He looks terrible. He hasn't showered in about two weeks at this point, hasn't had his meds in a week, and God knows when the last time he ate was. You only barely glance at him before returning to your book. You watch him lean against the counter as he makes his way to where his meds are stored. Once he get his hands on them, he looks at the caps timer, showing him its been almost a week since he's taken them. His hands shake as he struggles to open the pill bottle, the childproof cap, making it impossible for him when he's this weak. You watch him from over the edge of your book. He is genuinely struggling, but you can also tell he's putting on a bit of a show to garter pity from you to make you feel bad for leaving him to fend for himself. You don't give him any instead of going back to actually reading flipping the page. After quite a bit of time, he finally stumbles over to you and holds the bottle out to you. "Open this." He says gruffly. "You don't need my help. You should be fine." You say not looking up at him though you can see his hand trembling in your peripheral. Your words make him pause.

He tries to open the bottle again with no luck he stands there swaying slightly, his pride not letting him admit he was wrong or that he needs help. He tries to pull your book down, but he is too weak to succeed. You watch him sway again before he crumples at your feet, the pills bottle rolling away from him. You still don't look up from your book as you flip the page. If he wants anything from you, he needs to put his pride aside. He sits there, trembling at your feet for a few minutes before weakly whispering, "I'm sorry..." It's makes you laugh a little inside. "Pardon? I didn't hear what you said. Would you like to repeat that?" You ask without looking up from your book. "I'm sorry..." You nod. "Hmm, that's a start. What are you sorry for?" His eyes are unfocoused, and he's barely keeping himself upright. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"And?"

"...And I was wrong."

"About?"

"I was wrong, I do need you..." You nod again as you flip the page. "Yes, you do, don't you." He waits for a moment before he continues "...Are you going to help me now?" You laugh finally closing your book. "And why would I do that? You've done the bare minimum." Fyodors eyes widen, "please..." He whispers weakly. "Please, what?" You ask with a smirk as you watch him sway on his knees. "Convince me." He takes a shakey breath. I'm looking like he might cry. "Please help me... I feel like I'm going to pass out, and I can't... I can't take care of myself right now." You tilt his head back so you can observe him better. "It's almost a pity I have to put you back together... I kind of like you like this. Weak and pathetic, not that you aren't weak and pathetic normally, but... it's just you look pretty when your half way from deaths doorstep." He whines a hint of fear in his eyes. Sure, he could kill you with a touch, but the idea that he is weak and pathetic normally makes him uncomfortable. "I really should make you work for my help... but I'm feeling... Generous. So instead, I'll only make you beg. Sit back on your knees and put your hands up to your chest like a dog. I want to see you beg like one. After all, I have to care for you like a pet."

Fyodor shudders but does it his body barely stable for very long as he holds his hands up in an imitation of paws he looks at you, embarrassment evident in his face. "Good enough, I guess." You sigh idly, he whimeprs, letting his body relax so he doesn't fall further to the floor he rests his forehead on your knee. "Please~" He whispers meakly. Finally, you move him onto the couch and lay him down with a sigh.

You go get his meds, water, and soup since you don't trust him to keep solid food down right now. You come back to him asleep, and you almost feel bad about having to wake him up, but you know you need to. He needs to eat and drink. You carefully nudge him awake and set about nursing your brilliant moron of a boyfriend back to health. You wake him up not as gently as you usually would. You shove the pills into his mouth, then yank his head back and force him to drink, double tapping his cheek once he swallows. "T-thank you... my love..." You help him eat the soup since his hands tremble. "You wouldn't be in this mess if you simply listened to me, you know." You sigh as you pet his hair the soup bowl finally empty "If you had just been a good boyfriend and accepted my care you would fine, but no you have to be a selfish stubborn brat." He looks up at you with glassy eyes. "I'm sorry... I'll try and be better..."

You shake your head and sigh, carrying him to lay down in bed. A shower will have to wait till tomorrow. "Sleep, you can make it up to me tomorrow, Fedya." He nods and nuzzles into you, clinging to you out of anxiety that you'll abandon him again. You kiss his forehead as he drifts off.

[lovelaughsimp]

"⁂ ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳᵉˢᵗ ♫︎"

Tags:

fluff, unhygienic lifestyle, cute fedya

Pairing:

Fyodor x reader

Summary:

Fyodor has been working on his plans for a long time, without any care about his self. So, you took it upon yourself to help him.

Fyodor has been busy on his plans, without any rest. The monitor getting all of his attention, away from the world in his own mind, worrying about his plans. Fyodor is a smart man, at least that is what everyone thinks of him. But you know otherwise. He's always so busy or engrossed in his work to take care about himself. Sometimes he even forgets to eat. Sometimes he's too busy to even sleep, you will have to force him to sleep. He acts like a stubborn child but he can't deny the wishes of his dear myshka, now can he?

You came into his room, with some breakfast in your hand, as he's so busy to eat, even forgetting that hunger exist. Sometimes you feel like you are babysitting a child. You sighed and went near him. Fyodor was looking patiently at his monitor, unknowingly chewing on the flesh near his nail of his thumb , he was chewing hardly enough that it seemed like it would bleed soon. You went near him and gently took his thumb out of his mouth, only if he would chew his food that much, you thought.

"Fedya, oh my God what are you doing?" You put the plate down on his desk and gently took his thumb in your hand, there is redness around the flesh he was biting. "Look at this! It is hurting isn't it? You were about to eat your whole damn thumb huh? Why can't you think about your well being." You sighed lecturing him. He never takes care of himself, hell he doesn't even clean his room, what is so important about his plans that he forgets about himself.

"Myshka, this is just a habit. I didn't notice I was doing so until you noticed it " Fyodor said wondering, why did it matter so much, he was just biting his thumb and it doesn't even hurt much, but here you are being yourself, always caring about small things. Not that he hate it, he finds it cute even. Someone who's the complete opposite of him. How did he get so lucky. But that's for him to think.

"Habit or not, you should be careful" you said softly, bringing the flesh he was biting near your lips and kissing it softly. Fyodor looked surprised, a blush made way to his face. How could something as simple as a kiss, not even a proper kiss could make him so vulnerable. Fyodor, world's most smartest genius could go down on his knees for you. Just hoping, he won't faint due to his anemia ( sorry for the joke, we love our anemic rat)

"Moya lyubov, what are you doing?" His voice strained, he looked at you. "Oh what am I doing? Tell me?" You teased him bringing the tip of his finger near your lips and kissing it, you kept on kissing all over his fingers and then pressed a kiss on his palm, looking at him sweetly. Fyodor cleared his throat, trying to adjust his expression, after all, he wouldn't want you to see him like this.

Fyodor brought his hand back, trying to focus on the monitor again. You pouted disappointed that you couldn't see his expression. Well only if you knew, he was trying really hard, not to let your presence affect him. Only if you knew that even though his attention was on his monitor, but his mind and heart was still at your sweet gesture.

You wanted to tease him and an idea clicked your mind, you took a chair and sat near him.

"Fyodor can i-"

"No." He said calmly.

You gasped shocked. "But I didn't even say anything."

"Well, I know what's going in that sly mind of yours, myshka and that's still a no." Fyodor said, still looking at the monitor typing away things, you have no idea about.

"But I just want to feed you." You slacked in your chair, acting sad, face slumped down as if you are denied of a treasure.

"My dear, you know I'm busy right now." He said calmly still working on his keyboard.

"And I'm a tree" you said annoyed, looking at him working, he looked so weak, your face become sad, you wanted him to take care of himself .

"Dearest, that doesn't make any sense" Fyodor looked down at the monitor, a slight smile on his face, it stayed there for a second and he went back to his normal self.

"Exactly! I thought we were talking about things that doesn't make sense." You said sarcastically, looking at his fingers, that stopped working on his monitor,oh this is my chance, you thought. "Fedya, I just want to feed you, pleasepleasepleaseplease" You requested him, he snorted, amused at you being adamant about him eating.

"You are so stubborn, milaya" He whispered and turned around, his body facing you.

"Are you saying that I'm just like you?" You teased, looking at him, taking the plate on your hand.

"Whatever does that mean, dearest." He said while looking at you, admiring you. How sweet you are. Sometimes, he wonder if he can also live a simple life like everyone else? Well, that's a thing in the future, right now you and his presence is all that matters.

"I mean, they say you turn like the person you spend most of your time with, that is why I'm turning stubborn just like you, Fedya." You laughed taking spoonful of food near his mouth. "Say ahh, kitten"

Fyodor chuckled . Him and kitten? Only you could treat the most dangerous terrorist like this. He was not complaining though. He opened his mouth, waiting for you to feed him.

You fed him food, mentally high-fiving yourself at your victory. There was a grain of rice on his lips, he was looking like a cute cat? Or maybe a rat? You giggled at him, finding this so funny and adorable at the same time.

Fyodor looked at you, about to finish chewing at his food. "What are you laughing at, Moya lyubov?" He questioned, squinting his eyes.

You stood up from your chair and pressed your thumb on his lips, cleaning his lips, looking at his eyes for some seconds, his eyes were so beautiful, they had a coldness to them but for you they always turned soft. After admiring his eyes for some seconds, your gaze wandered to his lips, and suddenly you kissed him. Fyodor widened his eyes, shocked at this predicament, a pinkish-red hue illuminating his pale skin. So cute.

You are really so unpredictable, your actions, your voice, everything about you is confusing to him. You made the most intelligent man, question his intelligence. It's like he's a fool in front of you, for you and he doesn't mind.

Note: I hope you smiled even if it's little, sending alot of happiness <3!

Anyways his reaction after you kissing him!

[tims-coffee-addiction]

Jason Todd × chubby anemic! Reader hc's

A/n: greetings & salutations, this is how Jason Todd would react to a chubby reader who is anemic & lacks so many vitamins since they eat super little out of fear For instance, the reader will eat an apple or a bowl of just lettuce for dinner and eat nothing else all day (yes, this is stupidly specific, and maybe ridiculously oc reader but ynow why not)

•Jason in my head has a type, and it's either a chubby reader or a strong reader. He just loves how squishy you are. You're like plushie he could hold forever

•Having irregular heart patterns and having to get u slowly so you don't pass out would make him really worried and force you to go to a licensed doctor.

•turns out you're anemic and lack so many vitamins that worries him, so he would force you to move in so you don't pass out when no one is around even though you now are on vitamins.

•Since he's super detail oriented, he would instantly recognize that you rarely eat.

•after he gets back to Gotham and was not able to eat regularly growing up plus after he was in the League Of Assassins. So he doesn't eat the healthiest since he never got the chance to. Literally it's cannon that he really only eats junk food

•so he doesn't eat the healthiest but knows what a healthy diet is and is now concerned about your diet

•So he brought it up one day while you were eating an apple,

"Hey, what are you thinking we should have for dinner?"

"I was planning on just eating this, I mean, I'm honestly stuffed already"

"You have only had an apple today. I call bs. You know you should eat three full meals, not just a snack a day."

"Oh please, an apple is totally a full meal, plus if my body is so hungry, it should just eat of all my stomach fat"

"1st off no, no, it's not, 2nd off it definitely has been eating off your fat, fat that your body needs"

•afterwards he will argue until he convinces you to eat 2 meals a day

•He will look up how to help your partner eat more and do everything to help.

•he would compliment you twice as much as he saw in some websites cassually mention the partner who needs to eat more might be insecure.

[deepspacespicy]

shockwave experimenting on human reader as a living source of energon send tweet

[literallyaxelthedennis]

while searching for more effective ways to ingest iron, i found out anemia is apparently a kink.

yay!!

[undertale-writing-times]

Envy and Pride with an severely anemic reader? (Hope your having a wonderful day <3)

For sure! Thank you for the ask <3

Thank you so much for waiting!

Envy: If you're ever too tired or weak to walk while they're both out somewhere, be prepared, because he WILL carry you around. He says that you deserve it as his princess, prince, or whatever you'd like for him to call you. He dislikes how cold you often are because it worries him, so he would carry around things that would help you warm up your hands! Mostly these warming pads. If you ever need help paying for your medications, he will pay for it happily. Honestly, if you ever need help paying for anything, tell him, and he'll totally get it for you! Anyway, he understands how sucky it is to have a sickness that you can't control, so he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better—at least a little bit. It's annoying sometimes because he made it so everyone will remind you to take your medications... I bet sometimes you would need the reminder, though lol.

Pride: He might not be able to help as much as Envy can, but he would still help you out whenever you guys are out and about and you suddenly can’t walk too much. If you want a piggyback ride, he would give it to you! He would love to do it; as a matter of fact… he likes carrying you around <3. He would often remind you to take your medications, even if you did take them, mostly because, since he doesn’t have blood, he doesn’t really understand what it means to be anemic… he just worries about you! All in all, he does whatever you ask him to do about it and will do it very happily because all he wants is for you to be happy and healthy. 

[slutforsilverfoxes]

The way in which I can LITERALLY insert myself into this 🥹 ugh @luveline this was perfect

Okay, I would love to see an Aaron Hotchner x anemic bombshell!reader (lmao) who gets randomly faint and Aaron freaks <3

“This is oh so difficult,” you say under your breath, a sing-song tone to your voice. You often talk in juxtapositions, unhappy words in silk, cheerful worrying. “This is… stressful.” 

“You don't look stressed,” Spencer says. 

You elbow at him affectionately. “Do I ever? Sweetheart, there's nothing ever so stressful as to wear it on your face. Now come here, you have a pen smudge on your cheek.” 

Hotch could pinch the back of your shirt to stop you, but Spencer holds out a hand to brace you away from him like a disgruntled younger sibling while you laugh and reach for him. 

“Cut it out,” Gideon says. 

“Yes, boss.” 

Hotch turns away from you both to hide his smile. The case is long (as always), difficult (as always), and getting more and more serious as days pass. There hasn't been much time to pause and take stock, and so your playfulness comes at a great time —you need moments of fun like this to stop the weight of the inevitable dragging you down hard.

Your playfulness is unfailing. “So,” you say, quieter now to avoid Gideon’s attention while you lean into Hotch's personal bubble, “what will you make me for dinner?” 

“The same thing I've made you for the last four days.” 

“Ah. Nothing, then.” You tip your head to one side. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Just feeling kinda weird. I really am hungry, handsome, and you aren't very gentlemanly in letting me starve.” You share a smile. You say everything so particularly, it only serves to endear you to him more and more. It's like… you're just sure of yourself, and in love with the world, and at least a little in love with him. Having you here with him makes the job easier. 

“You're hungry?” he asks, standing up. He expects no answer, nor for you to stand, but you clamber onto your feet quick as anything with wide eyes. 

“I was only–” You pause. 

Hotch can see the moment you lose sight of where you are, that far away gloss to your eyes, the rapid blinking that follows, and your hand thrown out to his too quickly. You grab at his arm roughly and he's crueller in his reaction, grabbing you under the arms with a startled, “Hey.” 

“Is she alright?” Spencer asks, his chair smacking the desk as he stands. 

Your lips pull down into a frown, eyes squeezed closed. He's startled —Hotch didn't even know you could frown outside of a joke. You're feeling that heavy, sudden wrongness that comes with being faint, he'd guess. 

He rides it out with you, holding you tight. After a few moments your eyes peel open, a spark of upset about you that quickly lends to sheepishness. “Oh, sorry,” you say softly. 

“Don't be.” 

You gather your bearings. Hotch moves his hands to a more amicable place on your arms, more to comfort than to hold, while Spencer stands and offers you his bottle of water. 

“She good?” Gideon asks Hotch. 

That perks you up. “I'm always good, sir,” you say, sending a smile at your boss from over your shoulder. “Just flirting with Agent Hotchner.” 

“Did you take your medication?” Hotch asks, cutting the fat of the conversation clean off. 

“Yeah, I never miss it.” 

He is admittedly more concerned about you than one coworker would be for another after a dizzy spell, but you aren't just a coworker. Hotch cups your cheek quickly in his hand to gauge your temperature and deduces from there that it isn't a sickness. 

“You weren't exaggerating about being starved,” he decides. Your iron pills do so much, and you have to do the rest. “Reid, what foods help with anaemia?” 

“Anything rich in iron. Red meat, pork, poultry, dark greens, especially spinach. All kinds of beans,” Spencer reels off. 

“Any of that sounds good to you?” Hotch asks, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. 

You meet his lowbrow with softer eyes, nodding your appreciation. Your lips part to answer him, but you're cut off. “Be quick about it,” Gideon says, glasses slipping down his nose as he turns back to his case file, “we have a lot to do.” 

Hotch buys you a burrito for the iron and a smoothie because you deserve it. You kiss his cheek, and apparently he deserves that for being ‘such a sweetheart’. He doesn't bother pretending he doesn't want it, or the second or third kiss that comes after.

[science-hoes]

Angel Kisses

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: graphic medical descriptions, needles

Description: Robby comes in on his day off with a minor injury, and the Reader ends up much closer to him than she had anticipated.

Michael Robinavitch Masterlist

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The Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center was rumored to be the 9th level of Hell. So when it was time for you to begin your schedule for trauma surgery, you prayed for a different hospital. Literally any other hospital.

But there you were, in the depths of the Pitt, working your fifth 12 hour shift of the rotation. Only 1pm, but you felt like someone had changed the clocks because there was no way that the day was only halfway done. You were reading a pediatric patient’s CBC results, getting ready to tell your senior attending for the day, Dr. Jack Abbott, that the child is anemic. But Dana’s voice distracted you:

“You can’t even stay away on your day off. Do you have a life besides the Pitt?” She said to someone out of your view.

“Trust me. This is a last resort.” You heard a man respond, the voice slightly familiar.

You turned around and saw Dr. Michael Robinavitch, the senior attending from your first four days of working here. He didn’t look too different out of his scrubs and navy hoodie that he wore at work. Black joggers and gray long sleeve athletic shirt that hugged his waist…really nicely.

“Last resort for what?” Dr. Frank Langdon called out from where he sat at his desk, charting his patient case.

“I fell of a ladder and tore up my back on the fence in my backyard.” Answered Dr. Robinav- Dr. Robby, you had to remind yourself. “I need stitches, but I can’t reach the cut.”

Langdon winced and leaned back in his chair. “Need me to stitch you up?” He asked.

Dr. Abbott walked up to the desk near Langdon and laughed. “No, he wants his friend to stitch him up. Right, Robby?” He joked, referring to himself.

Robby laughed and crossed his arms, biceps straining against the fabric of the athletic shirt. Damn. “Friend is a strong word. I don’t have friends.” He said with a smile.

Langdon scoffed. “We went fishing last weekend. What does that make me?” He asked.

“I prefer the term ‘coworker that I hang out with sometimes outside of work.’” Robby said, but you could see the teasing in the way his eyes crinkled.

Dana rolled her eyes. “You are all annoying me. Jack, go stitch him up so he can get out of here and rest.” She said before walking off to a patient room.

Robby shook his head. “No, no, just let a med student do it. Good learning opportunity.” He said.

“No med students today. Only interns.” Langdon mumbled as he continued typing on his computer.

Robby clasped his hands together and held them close to his chest. “Even better. I would love for my scar to be in a straight line.” He joked.

Abbott looked to you, who had been watching the group interact from a couple of desks over. Your face flushed slightly, realizing you probably look like an eavesdropper. He motioned with his head toward Robby. “Why don’t you take our patient to holding and fix him up? I’ll take the CBC results.” He said.

“Yes, sir.” You answered, almost a little too seriously. The Pitt was an intense environment, but these attendings did not have the same egos as the ones from your last several rotations.

Robby chuckled at your earnestness. “Hear that, Langdon? ‘Yes, sir.’ You should be taking notes.” He ordered facetiously, pointing his finger at the senior resident.

Langdon looked up from his desk as you began walking with Robby to the back of the Pitt where the holding rooms were. “You know, we tell all of our patients over 65 to be very careful when doing yard work.” He called out.

Robby shot him a bird without turning back around. You smiled at the banter, not used to the lax interactions between physicians of different ranks. Once you made it to the room, Robby sat on the bed, and you grabbed a standard suture kit.

“Is it on your back?” You asked, turned away from him.

“Yeah. I’d do it myself if I could reach it. I managed to cover it up though.” He said.

When you turned back around, his tight fitting shirt had been peeled off his upper body. Holy shit. In the last five days, you didn’t really give yourself time to fantasize about your attending. He was handsome for sure and charming when he wasn’t jumping down a resident’s throat (yet he still had the patience of a saint). His abdomen was well toned, and his chest was smooth. Not what you expected based off his hairy forearms and face.

You must have been staring too much because Robby’s shoulders hunched, as if trying to subtly cover his exposed body. “Let me just take a look at the cut.” You said, trying to come back to earth. You moved to the edge of the bed and removed the bandage that he had placed himself.

You could see the blood that had leaked through the dressing, but you were not prepared to see the extent of the cut stretch across the majority of his upper back. “Oh, shit.” You swore.

Robby chuckled. “That’s not a comforting thing to hear from your doctor.” He said, shifting uncomfortably as the cold air of the hospital struck the wound.

You shook your head in a panic. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t say that to a normal patient.” You covered for yourself.

Robby shook his head. “No, no. Listen. You’re taking everything a little too seriously. Just relax. Roll with the punches. That’s the only way you’ll survive down here.” He explained.

You nodded, taking in a stiff breath anyway. You disposed of the bandaging and picked up the lidocaine syringe. “Okay. I’m about to start injecting lidocaine around the cut. You’ll feel the burning more than the needle.” You said. You placed one gloved hand on his back, giving yourself a guide while you held the syringe in the other.

“90 degrees or 45?” He asked, making you freeze in place.

You paused for a moment, almost afraid to say your answer in fear of being incorrect. “90.” You answered.

“Why?”

At this point, the needle was hovering just an inch above your first injection site. “Recent studies show that patients report less pain with a 90 degree angle.” You said, confident in your sources.

Robby smiled, but you didn’t see it. “Very good.” Was all he said.

You injected the first round of lidocaine, and he hissed at the burning around the open wound. You kept moving around the cut, injecting small doses. “You’re doing great, Dr. Robby.” You praised, just as you would with any patient.

“Fuck, I say that to patients all the time. No wonder it makes no difference.” He grumbled.

You smiled slightly and injected the final dose. “All done.”

Robby let out a heavy breath, hanging his head as the skin slowly numbed where you worked. You began to open the suture kit and sort out its contents on the metal tray near the bed.

“What stitch?” He asked.

You grabbed some gauze and antiseptic from the drawer in the room before returning to his side. You cleaned the skin around the wound where the blood had dribbled down his back in a mix with sweat from working outside.

“Running stitch. The cut is long but not at risk of tension.” You answered. Robby nodded in approval. You carefully started on your first stitch, delicately inserting the curved needle into his skin. “So, you were on a ladder?” You asked.

Robby huffed in slight irritation. “Yeah. Trimming some branches that were reaching over the fence into the neighbors’ yard. I misstepped on the way down and lost my balance.” He explained.

You grimaced. “That sucks.” You said matter of factly.

“Yeah. Maybe Langdon is right. I’m getting too old for that kind of stuff.” He said with a chuckle.

Your hands carefully moved as they continued to sew. “You don’t look old.” You said.

Robby smiled to himself, not expecting you to respond at all. “You think so?”

“Yeah.” You said, glad he couldn’t see your involuntary blush. As you continued to stitch, you noticed all of the spots and marks that dusted his back and shoulders. “I like your freckles.” You noted.

Robby’s mind halted. It was a compliment he had never received. Your words went straight to his chest, and for the first time in a very long time, he felt flustered.

“My freckles?” He repeated.

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah. You got ‘em on your face too?” You asked.

Robby turned his head, not to present his face, but because he was still surprised and wanted to see if you were being genuine. And there they were. A light scattering of freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose.

“Yep. They’re precious.” You said after inspecting and returning back to your stitching. Robby’s face flushed, and you could especially see it in his ears as you worked. “You know, my mom used to tell me that freckles were angel kisses. Every time I got a new one, I thought an angel had kissed me. I went an embarrassingly long time into junior high before realizing it was just a tall tale.” You explained.

Robby smiled at the charming story, feeling an unusual feeling of comfort. “My grandmother used to say the same thing.” He said.

You grinned. “Looks like the angels couldn’t get enough of you then.” You teased.

Robby chuckled and ran a nervous hand across the back of his neck, careful not to pull against the skin as you worked. “How’s it looking back there?” He asked, trying to continue conversation.

“I need to run about five more stitches. Then you’ll be on your way.” You said.

He nodded and folded his hands in his lap. “Are you working tomorrow?” He asked.

You thought for a second, honestly not sure. “I don’t think so. My first off day since I started.” You replied. “Are you?”

“No. Seven on, seven off.” He said.

You pulled at the last suture and cut the remaining thread. “All right, Dr. Robby. You’re all cleaned up.” You announced.

“Great.” Robby hopped off the bed and stood up straight, popping a few kinks in his back from being hunched over. He towered above you, losing the intimacy that you temporarily had. “Take a picture and show me.” He said.

You pulled off your gloves slowly, unsure of how to respond. “Of the stitches?” You asked, afraid that he was going to grill you for sloppy suturing.

“Yeah, just to see the damage.” He responded.

You pulled your phone out and stood behind him. Fuck, even his back looked good. You snapped a picture and zoomed in to show him your work. Definitely saving that for later. “Does it look okay?” You asked timidly.

Robby nodded, impressed. “Actually yeah. Don’t think I could’ve done it better myself.” He complimented.

You laughed in relief. “Oh, good. I still need more practice on different suture patterns. I’m just lucky you were a simple case.” You said.

Robby looked down to you, letting his eyes linger as he watched you put your phone away. “If you aren’t busy tomorrow, maybe I can give you a masterclass. All ER docs have to know every suture.” He offered.

You looked up to him, suddenly very aware that he was still shirtless in front of you. You smirked and crossed your arms. “Sure. But only if you teach me just like this.” You said, looking him up and down. “You know, because you’ll need to let those stitches breathe.”

Robby grinned. “Wow. That was pretty smooth.” He admired.

You shrugged. “Just rolling with the punches.” You responded, repeating his quote from earlier. “Give me a call tomorrow.”

And you left. Robby stood there, smiling to himself. He pulled his shirt on and walked out to the desk hub. Langdon was still charting, but caught the attending before he snuck out. “What’s that goofy smile for?” He asked, even though he knew the answer.

Robby shrugged, hands in his pockets, unable to shake the smile off his face. “I don’t know.” He said before walking away to leave.

Abbott leaned against a desk near Langdon. “His ears are red.” He noted. “That motherfucker is in love.”

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A/N: I thought this fic would be a little less fluffy and more spicy but I just can’t help it. Plus I love Noah Wyle’s barely there freckles. I feel like this isn’t my best work because I had severe writers block. Hope it’s good enough for yall tho 💕

[lewisvinga]

sleepy girl chronicles | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; in which half of lando.jpg’s posts is just his sleepy girlfriend ( in the most random places )

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive comment, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! wasn’t sure if this was meant to be smau or written so i just did smau :)

masterlist !

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liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and others !

lando.jpg: the most normal places y/n has been found sleeping in

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: LANDO NORRRIS??

yourusername: FUCK YOUUU😭😭

landonorris: you already did last night how do u think i got the last picture ??

georgerussell63: ENOUGHHHHHHH

yourusername: omg i don’t sleep that often do i??

landonorris: well….

username: LANDOS REPLY???😭😭

username: she’s so real 4 that tho🚶‍♀️

username: the eye mask and teddy bear she’s js like me fr

lilymhe: my sweet angel gorgeous bby taking naps👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: wanna be my pillow 😼

lilymhe: is the sky blue? YES

landonorris: don’t take MY pillow away from me, back off lily 🤺🤺

alex_albon: back off from my gf🤺🤺

username: oh to sleep on an lv pillow w an lv blanket 😞

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liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1, and others !

lando.jpg: the sleepy girl chronicles pt. ( i lost track ); y/n falling asleep on max’s couch and less than an hour later is found in his guest room w jimmy, also fell asleep at dinner ??

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: i am just a girl😞😞

landonorris: a sleepy one

yourusername: jimmy💓

landonorris: no, lando 💓

yourusername: no way ur jealous of a cat lando

landonorris: why is he hogging MY woman😒

username: LMAOAOSKAKS

username: stoppp the cat pic is adorable

maxverstappen1: so that’s where jimmy went that night….

yourusername: he’s a sweet boy😞😞💞

landonorris: i don’t have claws and i don’t bite im sweeter

yourusername: LANDOANSKSS

username: anemic girlies rise ✊

username: the picture of her sleeping at a restaurant sends meee😭😭

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liked by landonorris, lilymhe, and others !

yourusername: sleepy girl chronicles but it’s lando being grumpy i had to wake him up before qualifying + lando getting caught trying to take a nap after making fun of me for napping😁😁😁

tagged; landonorris

landonorris: sue me 🙄 you make naps look comfy especially on the plane🫤

yourusername: then stop making fun of me😞

landonorris: not my fault u sleep at any chance you get no matter where 😔

landonorris: ‘lately i feel like this’ u feel like that all the time now c’mere

yourusername: OMWWWWW

username: why does he look so grumpy i😭😭

username: it’s tough being a sleepy girl in this wrld 😞😞😞

username: the last pic 😭 i just know he laughed so hard at being caught that he teared up🤣

lilymhe: but ur the best sleepy girl

yourusername: ur the best girl

landonorris: too bad she’s going to nap on me rn

alex_albon: ??!!2@;928:&

username: sleepy girl chronicles goes on!!!

[buckyseternaldoll]

needy baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been needy for days, and seeing you stepped out of the shower—fresh and glowing—makes him beg for more

Disclaimer: 18+ (mdni!), suggestive content, begging kink, clothed arousal (m), dom/sub dynamics (f dom lean), post-shower teasing, heavy sexual tension, desperate emotional tone, implied smut

Word Count: 643

Author's Note: It's been way too long since my last post, and i’m currently dying with a high fever + feeling all kinds of weak and anemic from heavy period loss 🫩 but the Bucky thoughts were filling my head continuously and I legit can’t even word them properly at the moment 😵‍💫 please forgive any mistakes, I'm heavily medicated and floating through dimensions ✨

You barely made it three steps out of the bathroom before he was on you.

Still towel-drying your hair, fresh from the warm shower, you caught him standing there just past the doorway—like he’d been waiting.

Bare chest rising with shallow breaths. Stubble unshaven. Eyes completely blown.

And that tent in his briefs? So shamelessly hard it nearly made you laugh.

“Jesus,” you muttered under your breath, grinning as you ran the towel from your hair down to your damp neck. “You okay, James?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared—like a man starving.

Then he stepped forward. Slow. Measured. Like he didn’t trust himself to move too fast.

You tilted your head, playful. “You’ve been like this all morning…”

His voice cracked before it even came out. “I can’t help it, baby.”

His hands slid to your waist. Warm and cold at the same time, firm, trembling a little. He leaned in, buried his face into the crook of your neck, and inhaled deep—like he was trying to breathe you in.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin. “You smell so good. You always do.”

You let the towel fall from your hand, forgotten. It hit the floor with a soft thud.

“Please,” he said, lips brushing damp skin as his grip on you tightened. “Please let me have you.”

You bit your lip, heart thudding, leaning just slightly into him. Just enough to tempt. Not enough to give in.

“You’re really begging?” you teased softly.

His vibranium fingers flexed on your hips. His cock twitched where it pressed against your belly—straining and hot behind thin briefs.

“I’ve been begging for days,” he groaned. “You know that.”

You lifted a hand, cradled his jaw, gently guiding his face to yours. His pupils were blown wide. Cheeks flushed. His expression wrecked with need.

“I love when you’re like this,” you whispered, dragging your thumb over his stubble-rough cheek. “So needy for me.”

His grip on you grew tighter. “I am needy for you. Fuck, you don’t even know—”

He swallowed, voice lowering again, nearly trembling.

“I wake up hard every goddamn morning just thinking about you,” he rasped. “You walk around this house in those little shorts, teasing me without even trying. And now you—”

His eyes dragged down your body, to where the towel hung loosely across your chest—barely clinging, already slipping—droplets sliding slowly down your collarbone.

“—you come out of the shower looking like this?”

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. You just watched him unravel.

“I wanna be inside you so bad,” he said, desperate and quiet, his hands traveling slowly from your waist to your hips. “I miss the way you moan. The way your pussy clenches around me. The way you say my name when I’m deep inside, like I’m the only thing you need.”

Your breath caught.

God, he was coming undone.

“I’ll be good,” he promised, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you. Just—please, baby. I need to fuck you. I need it.”

Your fingers slid through his hair, pulling him close enough to feel your breath ghost across his lips. “Need to?” you murmured.

“Yes,” he breathed, mouth grazing yours. His hands trembled on your waist. “I need it. I need you.”

You moved one hand behind your back and tugged at the towel. It slipped down your sides and pooled at your feet.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as his gaze dropped. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes devouring the sight of your bare skin. He let out the softest, broken sound—somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.

And then—finally—you slid your arms around his neck.

“Take me to bed, Bucky.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t waste a second.

He just lifted you in one smooth, urgent motion—holding you against him like you were everything. Like he’d fall apart if he didn’t.