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a-twistedheartslonging · 30 days

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Sniff and Bite

Soft Yan, Scent kink, Biting, No sex but he's a little handsy and gets a boner

“Eh, Kitten? Think ya could help me with that box over there?”

Looking up from the book they were glancing at the cover off, they looked to the hyena who was currently tossing more of Leona’s dirty clothes into a hamper.

“Mmm? Yeah, sure thing Ruggie Senpai.”

“Just Ruggie.”

They paused, a soft laugh leaving them that had the beastmen flick his ears and look the side shyly.

“Yes, Ruggie.” They said, teasing in their tone.

Sitting up from the messy bed they made their way over to the box, full and random nick-nacks and rarely worm accessories that Ruggie had set aside.

They eyed it for a moment, trying to think of the best way to get the heavy box up while a certain hyena stared intently at their back.

With a hint of dramatic flair, they pushed up the sleeves of their baggy uniform shirt and crouched down to seal the top properly before digging their fingers into the edges of the bottom. They pulled it up into the air and caught it with a huff, muscles flexing, before heading to Leona’s closest.

Blueish-gray eyes dilate as they watch the human work.

Gazing from their back to their sweaty neck, his addam’s apple bobbed down with a swallow. The dorm was stiflingly hot and that long sleeve they were wearing wasn't helping at all. He couldn't help but salivate at the scent of their sweat.

Fuck, why they gotta smell so good?

His heart thundered in his chest as blood rushed downward, where he really didn't want it going. For months he had felt the need to watch them, to keep them close, to do...something. It brought out his baser instincts, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just nature telling him what he needed.

It is annoying, frustrating, and all-around inconvenient. Especially with all he already has on his plate, but maybe this could be something good, a reward even.

He deserves to finally have something nice after all.

With a slight stretch, they were finally able to get the heavy box onto the shelf. Backing out of the closet space they closed its door before letting out a yelp as Ruggie suddenly pressed into their back, trapping them against the closet door.

"Ruggie! Wha-" they started, cut off as calloused hands trailed up their bare arms. They felt his hot breath against their cheek and shivered at the feeling, tensing as he took a deep inhale. A hand slid to their neck, and gave a gentle squeeze, before moving to the front of their shirt and pulling down, buttons popping free as shoulders were exposed.

"Ru..ah...Ruggie..." they whimpered softly. The heat of his breath on their ear made them shudder as Ruggie pressed his face into the crook of their sweat-slicked neck.

"You smell so soft en' sweet..." he murmured, and they laughed awkwardly.

"Uh...thanks?"

A possessive growl rumbled in his throat as he ground against them, and they felt something hard press into their backside. Flustered, they tried to turn their head but stopped when Ruggie spoke again, voice a deep purr.

“Hey…”

They paused.

“Uhm…yes…?”

"Just.. .just a few licks and a bite. That would be okay, yeah?"

His voice had dipped into a purring lull, they couldn't help but flush and feel butterflies at his tone. His voice was also…slurred. They were a bit muddled about what he was asking.

Confused, they stammered "Wh-what do you mean?" before letting out a soft moan as sharp fangs dragged against their neck, followed by his hot tongue.

"Don't move..." he warned.

“Wh-” That's when they felt it. Letting out a squeal they felt sharp teeth sink into the tender flesh between their neck and shoulder.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #yandere #soft yan #twisted wonderland ruggie #suggestive #slight n/sfw #ruggie/reader

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digitalsnail · 4 months

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happy new years from the animal realm! 🐉🐎🐐

#touhou #touhou project #yachie kicchou #saki kurokoma #yuuma toutetsu #reimu hakurei #momoyo himemushi #slight hc that the three leaders all have yakuza tats #but yachie's is on her thigh since her back is. Occupied #sfw #clem art

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snailasleep · 4 months

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furry combat 😨 (art from last year that i still really like)

also if you have suggestions for a madcom character as an animal feel free to drop an ask and i can try and draw it! i had a lot of fun with these lmfao and wanna try practicing drawing animals again

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pahtoosh · 1 year

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too much

[image ID: a gif of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan sitting next to each other and cocking their heads to the side. made by tumblr user weird-mumbling. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~6700 words (my longest one yet!)

warnings: slight angst. baby is overstimulated and has a meltdown. steve calls you sweetheart. bucky calls you babydoll. written on my phone.

a/n: i honestly had a really bad night. i was so overwhelmed and tired. it was five am and i couldn’t sleep bc it was so hot, so i started writing this. it was incredibly therapeutic for me and i hope it helps some of you too🤍

pairing: daddy!stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point.

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Tony was throwing a party to celebrate the team’s latest successful mission. Being the man that he is, he didn’t exactly need an excuse to throw a party, but he’d been on an “extravaganza cleanse” as he liked to call it. His last bash was nearly three months ago, so he’d surely be going all-out with this latest one. A couple weeks ago, the idea of a party excited you.

But these last few days have been terrible.

You kept running into problems left and right. Some of them weren’t a big deal on their own, but all together and combined with the stress of a party and the possibility of having to meet new people—maybe lots of new people—you’d had enough.

It was the day of the party. You’d been a little quiet all morning and afternoon, trying to conserve your energy. Steve and Bucky asked you if there was anything you needed to talk about, but you couldn’t find the words so you just shook your head.

They shared a worried look out of your glance while you continued forcefully stabbing fruits onto your fork from your afternoon snack.

It was now an hour before the party and your daddies decided to tidy up the place before leaving so your little family could come back to a clean home. Normally, you’d be alongside them cleaning too but they let you stay in your room because you were having a rough day.

The noises from cleaning brought you to your breaking point. As your mind raced, the sounds of the vacuum cleaner and Steve’s record player taunted you. It was as if you were being pulled in all directions with no end in sight.

A more focused baby might have put on their noise canceling headphones, but you were too overwhelmed to do anything more than lie in bed, eyes closed, with your palms pressed to your ears. You missed the sound of the vacuum cleaner turning off and your door opening. A gentle tap on your foot had you startled.

Eyes now wide open, you stared at Bucky with your hands still covering your ears. He took note of your distress and tried speaking as gently as possible.

“Hey, babydoll. Was the vacuum cleaner too loud for you?”

You nodded.

“Aw, Baba’s sorry about that. Dada and I are getting ready for the party now, do you wanna join us? Everyone’s so excited to see you.”

You were conflicted. On one hand, you really really didn’t want to even leave your bed right now. On the other, your daddies had been looking forward to this party and you didn’t want to disappoint them.

As you stared at Bucky, ears still covered and brow now furrowed, Steve walked in holding one of your new t-shirts on a hanger.

“I got someone’s new lucky dino shirt,” he said in a sing-song voice. He halted at the doorway, sensing the tension. The extra set of eyes on you and reminder that the party was happening now was the last straw.

You lost it. You burst into tears, flipping over and sobbing into your pillow. You pressed your hands even harder against your ears and kicked your feet on the bed.

“TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!” you wailed.

You yelled until you couldn’t anymore. Your bed shook from the force of your movements.

Steve and Bucky watched, heartbroken as sobs racked your body. Steve set down the shirt and stood next to Bucky who was still sitting at the foot of the bed. They held each other’s hand, unsure of what to do at the moment. Normally, they’d be calming you down with a hug or a pat on the back but it seemed like touching you right now would only add to your overstimulation.

It was only minutes before your meltdown came to a stop, but it felt like you’d been screaming forever. Your cries died down, leaving you hiccuping into your pillow.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called out. “You don’t have to go to the party, it’s okay. We’ll all stay home tonight.”

You shook your head, still facing the pillow.

“No? You wanna go to the party?”

You shook your head again. “Daddies go. I stay.” Your words were muffled by the pillow but the punctual nature of your speech and your daddies’ super hearing allowed them to hear the message.

“Babydoll, we can’t leave you here alone,” Bucky started.

You kicked your legs again. “Go! Go go go!”

Bucky took a breath. He didn’t want to upset you anymore, but you were crossing boundaries. “Hey, that’s no way to talk to your Baba. You can’t stay home alone, you know this. Now, please be the big kid we know you are and tell us what’s wrong.”

You sniffled. Baba was right. You couldn’t stop or control the meltdown, but it was time to make things right now that you’d calmed down slightly. You flipped over slowly, hands now only partially covering your ears.

“S-sorry Baba. Sorry Dada,” you hiccuped. “I don’ wanna go. Is too much.” A tear rolled down your cheek and Steve instinctively wiped it away. You didn’t flinch: you were on the come down.

“We forgive you, baby. Now, we can’t let you stay home by yourself but how about a compromise? You can stay in your room and close the door. Baba and I will be in our room, quiet as a mouse,” Steve offered.

“You can take all the alone time you need. And if you need anything you can come to me and Dada or write us a note,” Bucky continued.

You gave the idea some thought. Some quiet alone time would’ve been helpful an hour or two ago. Now, you were tired and just wanted some love from your daddies. A little quiet together time sounded nicer than quiet alone time.

You shook your head. “Don’ wanna be alone nanymore. Can we watch cartoons? Just us and calm? And we cuddle?”

Your daddies cooed. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you wanna come here and give your daddies a hug?”

You nodded and got up to crawl to them. The three of you were squeezed onto your little bed, but you’d never been so comfortable. The pressure from your daddies’ strong arms and the group hug were very calming.

“May we kiss you, babydoll?”

“Yes. One at a time please.”

“Such a respectful baby we have,” Steve said, kissing your forehead.

Bucky agreed and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The three of you migrated to the living room and you picked Arthur as the show for tonight. Steve prepared a plate with some of your safe foods in case you wanted a little snack before dinner. Bucky sat on the couch next to you, leaving you some space but you snuggled into his side, wanting the weight of his arm and the slight chill of the vibranium to help ground you.

Steve walked to the living room from the kitchen and set the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. “Am I allowed to join this cuddle session?” he asked.

You made grabby hands toward him, directing him to your left side. Your Dada placed his arm on the back of the couch so he could be closer to his two favorite people. He let you play with his other hand, twiddling around with his fingers while you watched the show.

Today might’ve had a rough start, but you ended up right where you belong.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

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#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #slight angst #overwhelmed!little!reader #overstimulated!little!reader #meltdown #cuddles #daddy!stucky #cg!stucky #sfw regression #agere fic #too much #too-much #toosh writes

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 1 year

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Okay okay so, Claude repeatedly keeps on failing to obey orders no matter how hard he tries while Sebastian is able to pull everything off flawlessly every time. Claude gets angry and jealous and becomes really gung ho about pleasing you. Sebastian is getting groceries? Claude is making a full feast for 100 that you absolutely do not need and is absolutely a waste of food. Sebastian did the dishes? Claude rewaxed all of the floors by hand just to say he did it by hand. Claude is sending you 100 I love you texts because he worried you didn't get the other 50. Reader naturally gets kind of pissed and weirded out by Claude's pushyness and scolds Claude. Claude breaks down sobbing.

I hope you enjoyed Claude torment hour.

Oof hghgv I LOVE THIS!! It’s so in character!!!

Sebastian + Claude (polycule, unhealthy relationship elements (not intentionally), fluff, validation/comfort, slight trust issues,)

Sebastian was always perfect, you never needed to worry with him, he’d always figure things out on his own and did everything you want him to without you asking. He was a perfect butler and an amazing boyfriend.

Claude on the other hand, he was completely different, and you love him for that, its just…agitating how clingy he’s gotten recent, especially when Sebastian is around. You had figured that he was past the jealous faze, but apparently he’s not…

You appreciated the gestures, he had good intentions, it just got out of hand. Claude has been especially erratic and quick to panic anytime you give Sebastian even a second of attention.

You give Sebastian a kiss? Claude practically shoved him out of the way to give you a more passionate kiss, too bad for him you had to shove him away since you needed to breathe. He’d looked like a kicked puppy the second you denied him ANY attention, you’d think he’s taking it personally…

You decided to confront him one on one, he’s more open about his feelings when it’s just you two. Sebastian had been polite enough to leave the room and give you two some privacy talk, in the bedroom, since it’s one of the few rooms that has a lock. You sat at the edge of your bed, Claude standing motionless in front of you. You sat in awkward silence with Claude for a bit, you knew why he was here, he knew why why he was here.

You weren’t sure how to delicately answer so you go with your first instinct. “Claude, why have you been acting so weird? You know there’s no need for this. So, what is wrong? This is just so childish for you to be competing for my attention.” Claude remained silent, just staring at you.

He sighed and remained motionless while speaking. “I am just making myself useful, I don’t see the issue with it.” You glared at him, he’s still giving you a blank look, though you can see the corners of his lips quivering.

“‘I don’t see the issue with it’? Are you kidding me?” You groan, looking away from Claude. “Claude. You practically hound me, I am barely getting time enough space to breathe, but YOU DON’T SEE AN ISSUE?”

Claude visibly winced at your tone, you regret it, but he is ignoring your words unless you put venom behind them…

Before you can apologize Claude collapses to his knees in front of you, taking you by surprise. His head is in your lap in an instant, he’s hiding his face against your thigh and trembling. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s crying.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Master, I just want to prove myself to you! Sebastian always knows what to do but I…don’t…” He trails off, voice muffled against your leg. “I’m not as good as him…I’m sorry-I just want you to love me the way you love him…”

To say you’re surprised by this outcome was an understatement. You can feel dampness against your leg, you know he’s crying now, his breathing is so shaky….

You slip down off the bed, sitting next to him and wrapping your arms around him. “Hey, come on, please listen, I love you, ok?” You waited till he nodded to continue. “Everything is fine, you’re not in trouble, I’m just agitated, ok? I’m not upset, I don’t love you any less than Sebastian, if you feel less loved, just tell me, ok?”

Claude didn’t respond. “Claude, you can ask for my attention, that’s what Sebastian does.” You give Claude a soft kiss, holding him there until he calmed done a bit. “It’s completely fine to ask for attention, ok?”

You let Claude rest his head against your chest, one of your hands moving from his back to gently stroke his hair. “But-I don’t want to be needy…” With a kiss to the top of his head, you pull him into your bed.

“You’re not being needy, there’s nothing wrong with asking. So please, just tell me if you want attention, ok?” You gently squeeze him to reassure him. “I love you, I don’t want you to feel like i don’t love you as much as Sebastian. I just figured you didn’t like the affection, you always seem so indifferent over it.”

Claude makes a sound of acknowledgment, calming down enough to speak to you. “I…I will ask next time.” You reward him with a soft kiss, letting him rest against you for a little while longer.

After a few minutes, or maybe hours you couldn’t tell, you heard a creak from the window to your right. You look over to see Sebastian crouched in the windowsill, eyeing you and Claude. You huff in fein annoyance with him.

“Sebastian, how long have you been listening?” You watch him step out of the window, quietly walking towards you. He gestured to Claude, waiting a moment. “He’s sleeping. Don’t wake him.”

Sebastian nods. “Alright.” He steps close to you sitting down beside you. “I’m going to be…less ‘clingy’ around him for a bit.” He whispered to you. “I’ll apologize to him when he wakes up.”

You hum in response. “I can cuddle you both,” You pull Sebastian towards you, he shows no resistance. Sebastian rested his head on your shoulder. “You two are more like big puppies than demons.” Sebastian gives a offended look before quietly chuckling.

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tickly-giggles · 10 months

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Watch Your Back (My Hero Academia)

A/N: This is a sequel to Feather Ticklish, so I highly recommend reading that before this :D Also, this does get kinda angsty at the end, but I promise it's a fun read and there's no warnings aside from the mention of cigarettes :>

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're still not together yet

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Dabi

Word Count: 3,093

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.

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Weeks had gone by like normal with no signs of hostility from Dabi aside from his usual snarky attitude. He didn’t want to admit it, but Hawks was on edge, and only grew more so as time dragged on.

“Watch your back, birdie.”

He shivered at the unpleasant memory. Hawks may have only tickled him, but Dabi was a villain. Did he really expect him to solve this amicably?

"I'd be lucky if all he did was burn me,"

he muttered to himself as he sifted through a cardboard box he had found behind the bar counter of the hideout.

He had joined the League to gather intel, so that was what he was going to do. Or, at least, it's what he tried to do. He couldn't get what Dabi said out of his mind, and the fact that he never made any move or gave any indication of revenge only worried him further.

With a frustrated grunt, he shook the thoughts out of his head and continued to search through the box. There wasn't much worth noting. It was mostly filled with junk, aside from some polaroids. Hawks couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

The League of Villains looked like anything but. One photo depicted Toga and Twice holding hands and dancing together. Another had what looked to be Shigaraki shoving at the camera. Judging by each villain's personalities so far, Hawks figured Toga was the one to take the picture.

The last polaroid showed all of them. The camera must have been set on a timer, because they were all positioned together in a group.

Toga and Twice looked happy as can be, Toga sticking her tongue out and winking with Twice ruffling her hair and giving the camera a thumbs up.

Mr. Compress did his best to look formal with a bow and a tip of his hat, but it was easy to tell he definitely didn't mind the camera.

Spinner was the opposite. He tried to look like he wasn't interested by turning away from the camera, but his overall demeanor was that of childlike excitement.

Shigaraki did not prefer to be on camera, and it was obvious in his reluctant pose. He had one hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching at his cheek absentmindedly while he stared off to the side.

Then there was Dabi, apathetic as usual. He stared into the camera, thumbs stuffed in his pants pockets, and his face void of emotion. Hawks furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher what Dabi was thinking at the time of the photo.

"The hell are you doing?"

Hawks squawked and fumbled the polaroids, haphazardly shoving them back into the box. He whipped around to see Dabi standing there, eying him curiously. He leaned to the left to peer at what Hawks was looking at.

"Where'd you find that?" he asked, his tone indiscernible.

"I- uh- I- it.."

Hawks swallowed and collected his thoughts,

"It was behind the bar. I was just curious."

A moment of awkward tension passed before he handed the box to Dabi,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."

"Yes you did,"

Dabi smirked as he took the box from him,

"You wouldn't have gone through it otherwise."

“Ah,”

Hawks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle,

“Ya got me. Um, what’re you doin’ up so late, anyway?”

“I could ask you the same question, birdie.”

Dabi set the box on the counter and stared intensely into the hero’s eyes. Hawks stared back, not daring to blink.

“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” he breathed.

“So, naturally, your first thought was to come here,”

The hot headed villain took a step toward Hawks,

"Why dont'cha tell me why you're really here?"

The number two hero didn’t back down. If there was anything he learned from being a pro for so long, it was to never show fear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed his heart rate as he tried to think of an answer.

When he couldn’t think of any substantial excuse, he simply shrugged and laughed airily,

“I was curious about everyone’s lives. We hang out a lot, but it’s mostly for meetings and all. I wanna get to know everyone a little better.”

“And what better way to do that than snooping through our stuff~?”

Hawks’ relaxed smile faltered at Dabi’s tone. He watched him as he got ever closer, practically pinning him up against the bar. The air in the room felt quite warm all of a sudden, and there was a tightness in Hawks’ chest that he couldn’t relieve. He wanted to avert his gaze, but he knew doing that would practically be admitting defeat. Instead, he continued to stare into Dabi’s harsh, ice blue eyes.

“Well?” Dabi breathed,

“Are you gonna be honest with me, or am I gonna have to- GAHAH!”

The pro hero watched Dabi clutch his midriff and stumble backward. He didn’t really mean to squeeze his side, it was just the first thing that came to mind! He was trapped, he had no other choice. It was a survival instinct.

Suddenly, Dabi's intense glare pierced through Hawks, and he quickly realized that he was probably better off dead.

Hawks’ fight or flight response kicked in. Being as quick as he was, he was relying on his skills to get out of the hideout faster than Dabi could blink. Sadly, that didn’t end up being the case. Dabi tackled him as soon as he made to run, and the hero grunted as he fell face first into the floor. The villain grinned and sat on Hawks’ lower back. After a small struggle, he was able to pin his wings underneath his feet, effectively rendering him immobile.

“Guh! L-Lemme up!” Hawks growled, squirming fruitlessly.

“I warned you, feather brain. I can’t believe you had the balls to do that again,”

Dabi chuckled coldly,

“I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.”

Hawks desperately tried to flap his wings, but to no avail. He foolishly tried turning his head around to at least see Dabi, but was met with nothing but pain in his neck.

“So what’re you gonna do?”

He snapped at the villain,

“Kill me?”

“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I? Not doing such a good job at that right now,”

Dabi’s tone was pondering as he scanned the hero beneath him,

“I wonder…”

Silence filled the room, and the tightness in Hawks’ chest returned. What was Dabi going to do to him? Fully expecting the worst, he clenched his fists and readied his body for whatever amount of pain he was about to endure.

And then…

“GAAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTHEFUHUHUCK!”

Dabi cackled at the reaction. He skittered and scribbled his fingers along Hawks’ back, greedily drinking in the desperation of his victim’s thrashing.

“What’sa matter, birdie? Your back a little sensitive~?”

“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!”

“What’s it look like, you moron?"

Hawks wriggled and squirmed helplessly, the tickles feeling even more intense because he couldn’t arch or turn his back away from them. He was completely trapped, entirely at the mercy of a member of the League of Villains. Even his wings were unable to flap properly due to Dabi putting most of his weight on them, not to mention the odd angle he was at. Being so vulnerable only increased Hawks’ sensitivity, and his face erupted in red.

“OKAHAHA- HAHAHAHA!! OKAY YOHOHOU GOT YOUR REHEHEHEVENGE! Y-YOHOHOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOW! GAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi smirked at the mess of a hero beneath him. His thumbs and forefingers nipped at his shoulder blades with intense accuracy while the rest of his fingers scribbled along the sides of them,

“I’m just gettin’ started. You tortured me, so I’m gonna get you back twice as bad. You shouldn’t have messed with me, Hawks.”

“STAHAHAHAHAP! I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

Dabi jolted and he grumbled as he dug into the hero’s back with even more force, relishing the delightful shriek he ripped out of him,

“Just shut up and take it, bird brain.”

Hawks slammed his fist against the floor in ticklish frustration. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. He didn’t get much attention, if any, when he was a kid. The pro heroes dedicated their lives to work and keeping the public safe; there was rarely time to kick back and relax with each other.

He remembered poking at Endeavor once or twice, but he never showed any desire to get him back. Jeanist tended to lean on the serious side, but he had a playful bone in his body. If Hawks tried to mess with him, there was a chance he would fight back. Mirko was probably the only pro he could mess with and expect revenge from, but he never had the chance to try.

It tickled so bad. The way Dabi’s fingers vibrated against every inch of Hawks’ back, especially around his shoulder blades where he elicited the most extreme reactions, was torture. His touch was so precise, it was like he knew just what to do to drive him crazy. There was no chance to get used to any one feeling either, considering the villain would switch up his tactics every few seconds. Whether it be the amount of pressure he used, the way he moved his fingers, or the spot he tickled, every new moment provided a fresh combination to drive Hawks completely insane.

And yet, despite the fact that the number two hero had tears of mirth streaming down his bright red face, and his throat felt slightly sore from his screaming laughter, he would be lying if he said this wasn’t the least bit fun. To completely give up mercy and laugh like there was nothing to worry about was an experience Hawks never realized he needed.

“I can’t believe your back is this sensitive,”

Dabi chuckled after a while,

“Kinda makes me wonder about these pretty little wings of yours~.”

“N-NAHAHAHAHA!! C’MOHOHOHOHON, DAHAHAHAHABI! ENOHOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Begging already? Pathetic, especially for someone who once called himself a hero.”

The tickling ceased and Hawks gasped for air, falling limp on the floor. The villain smirked down at him. The way his disheveled hair fell over his gorgeous face, the tear streaks that marked his flushed cheeks, the residual giggles that bubbled past his bright smile. Dabi’s chest tightened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat.

“A-Ahahare you… dohone?” Hawks asked past breathless giggles.

Dabi’s smirk returned and he chuckled evilly,

“I told you I was just getting started,”

He ran his fingers through the feathery fluff on Hawks’ wings,

“I really am curious about these~.”

Hawks jolted and his wings twitched violently, practically bucking Dabi off of him. The villain laughed in amazement and quickly regained his balance.

“Hohoholy shit! I think I found the jackpot~.”

“D-Dahahabi,” the hero laughed nervously, his wings already tingling,

“Ihihi’ve had enough, plehehease.”

“Can’t take what you dish out, huh? Too bad, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll stop when I’m ready to,”

Dabi positioned his hands on his victim’s wings, causing them to twitch again,

“Until then, you’ll lay there and take it like a good little bird.”

The shriek that escaped from Hawks was ear-piercing. He bucked and thrashed violently as Dabi dug his fingers into his wings. The villain took note of how much more of a reaction he got closer to the hero’s back. Hawks’ hysterical laughter suddenly went silent. He slammed his fists and kicked his feet against the floor, his face was engulfed in cherry red, and he couldn’t tell his tears from his sweat at this point. Words couldn’t describe just how bad it tickled. The way Dabi mercilessly dug into his feathers drove him ballistic. It was torturous, his nerves were electrified, every single movement of the villain’s fingers sent a violent jolt of ticklish agony through Hawks’ entire body.

Why did he love this feeling so much?

Hawks wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed before Dabi finally decided to have mercy. His wings were burning with residual tingles, his feathers were all ruffled from the constant tickling, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The villain chuckled and stood off of the hero, giving him a moment to recover.

“God, you’re so sensitive. If only I had known this little secret sooner. But, now that I do, I’m never letting you live it down.”

After a few moments of residual giggles, heavy breathing, and slight coughing, Hawks shakily stood up. He used the bar counter as leverage, but stumbled and almost fell back onto the floor. He grunted when he made contact with Dabi, who had moved forward to catch him. With a hum, he absentmindedly nuzzled against the villain’s chest, then finally stood on his own. Dabi decided to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks from the gesture.

The number two hero chuckled fondly and leaned up against the counter,

“Thahat was uhh… something. You are awful.”

“Not my fault you’re so sensitive~.”

“Can you not say it?”

Dabi frowned,

“Say what?”

“Tickle.”

The villain jolted and looked away bashfully, eyes narrowed in embarrassment,

“I don’t like saying it.”

“Why? Does it fluster you~?”

“No!” Dabi shot a glare at the hero,

“It’s just a stupid word. I hate using it, so I don’t.”

Hawks simply shrugged in response, then caught the box out of the corner of his eye. It was seated on the counter, right where Dabi had left it. He turned around and plucked one of the polaroids out of it, examining it once again. It was the group photo of the League. Dabi approached him and ripped the polaroid from his hands.

“Hey! I was lookin’ at that,” he pouted at the hot head.

“Ya shouldn’t look through other people’s stuff, bird brain,”

Dabi punctuated his sentence with a flick to Hawks’ forehead,

“Besides, what’s in here that’s so important to you?”

The winged hero grumbled and rubbed the area, then gave Dabi a small smile,

“These photos. They’re really cute,”

He chuckled and poked Dabi’s cheek,

“Would it kill ya to smile once in a while, though?”

“Yes,” Dabi replied bluntly, smacking Hawks’ hand away.

Hawks grinned and sighed fondly.

Silence fell over them for a few moments. Dabi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one in between his teeth, and his index finger suddenly burst into a small, blue flame. He carefully lit the cigarette, then offered the pack to Hawks.

He chuckled and shook his head,

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”

Dabi shrugged and stuffed the pack back into his pocket, extinguished the flame on his finger, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and wistfully breathed the smoke out.

The aura in the room was peaceful, almost like the two of them were genuine friends. A pang of guilt tugged at Hawks' heart, but he ignored it and turned to Dabi, who was staring at the polaroid. His expression was calm.

The hero smiled, feeling melancholy, and decided to break the silence,

“So, why are you up so late?”

Dabi remained so still that Hawks almost thought he didn’t hear him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was interrupted by the villain letting out a low, mirthless chuckle.

“I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”

Silence reigned once more, and he took another puff of his cigarette before he continued,

“Ya ever hear of ‘the butterfly effect’, Hawks?”

The question was so sudden, Hawks gave the villain a puzzled look. After a second, he responded,

“Ah, a butterfly flaps its wings in Rio and causes a tornado in Chicago, right?”

“Correct. Though, I guess in your case, you flap your wings in Japan and cause a ripple in some other part of the world.”

“Where’s this coming from?” the hero asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

Dabi huffed sharply, and his grip on the polaroid tightened,

“Ya ever wonder where you’d be had you made one choice a bit differently?”

“I… dont–”

“Heh, never mind. That was a dumb question.”

Hawks frowned, but otherwise didn’t respond to Dabi’s sudden drop of the subject. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t regret becoming a villain. Granted, the winged hero had no idea what Dabi’s motivation was aside from the main goal of the League. Hero society was corrupt, he knew that was an idea they were passionate about, but…

"I'm not one for sentimental talks,"

Dabi chuckled suddenly, putting the cigarette up to his lips,

"So don't take much of what I say to heart,”

he inhaled deeply, then crushed the finished cigarette against the counter while exhaling the smoke through his nose. He flicked it across the room, then turned to look at Hawks, who had a look of befuddlement on his face.

“Do you… regret the choices you’ve made?” Hawks asked carefully.

Dabi stared at him for a moment, emotionless, before he grinned wickedly and blew the remainder of the smoke in his face,

“Do you?”

Hawks scrunched his nose and coughed, whisking away the smoke with a disgusted grunt. He then watched Dabi as he made his way out of the room, but was surprised when he turned to address the hero a final time,

“We’re even now, got that? Don’t even think of trying that shit with me again.”

With that, he disappeared deeper into the hideout. Hawks couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He shook his head and casually left the building, taking into the air with a swift flap of his wings. He cringed when the air hit his feathers, they still felt a bit sensitive.

As he flew back to his own home, he thought about the conversation he and Dabi just had. He didn’t know what to make of most of it. How did they go from tickling to a serious discussion about fate and paths in their own lives?

…Did he regret his own choices?

Hawks sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head. He was a hero, Dabi was a villain, and there was no way to change that. Even if there were moments where Dabi felt like a genuine human being, even if he felt like he was actually bonding with him, he couldn’t allow that to cloud his judgment. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end.

His chest felt tight again.

#mha hawks #mha dabi #dabi #hawks #dabihawks #mha tickle #mha tickle fic #bnha tickle #bnha tickle fic #dabihawks mha #sfw tickling community #dabihawks tickle #ler!dabi #lee!hawks #wing tickles #slight angst

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yanderememes · 2 years

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I have the impression that if Abbacchio took his darling’s virginity, he would think of their stolen purity as his own personal lucky charm of sorts. One that can’t be taken away and that belongs to him and him only.

Abbacchio definitely takes pride in knowing that he'll be darling's first and last. His heart will swell with happiness even if he doesn't show it. Maybe a slight smirk but don't expect him to jump up and down.

I imagine he'll think about it constantly. When he's reading the local newspaper, listening to music, or just drinking coffee, the whole idea and experience will flood his memories and he'll reminiscence. Taking away darling's chastity is only the beginning of stealing darling's heart~

#ask #anonymous #jojo abbacchio #jojo abbachio #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #slight not sfw #yandere #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo golden wind #jojo part 5 #yandere abbacchio

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thestressedskittles · 2 months

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My Little Cherry (Kakyoin x Reader, Smut)

Hngh yes anon! I apologize for making you wait for this! Also, as a side note, I'm pretty sure my ask box ate someone's request because it's saying I have more asks than are showing...

Request: ok ok so i got an ideeea...I need a smut with kakyoin catching s/o touching herself but cannot manage to make herself cum so kakyoin helps her..?

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut (under the cut MINORS DNI), gn!reader(no pronouns used but reader has breasts and pussy), masturbation (reader), oral (reader receiving)

A/N: This takes place just after Stardust, a few years after, and both you and Kakyoin are in University (something about Kakyoin and Jotaro being college students is such an appetizing thought ≖‿≖).

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With a loud, frustrated groan rumbling from your throat, you shove away your textbooks and flop back down to the bed. Today had felt off the moment you had woken up. It was hard to focus in class and on lectures, and even harder to concentrate on assignments that were due by the end of the week. They weren't hard necessarily, but you just couldn't muster up the willpower or focus to push through the oppressing haze that plagued your mind today.

Staring at the ceiling, you let your mind run with too many thoughts to keep track of. You could call Jotaro and Kakyoin, and see if they're free to hang out? You could afford the day off and you know that seeing your red-headed boyfriend would greatly improve your mood. Maybe you could even convince him of some other activities that involved just you and him. Alone. The idea gets quickly tossed out the window when you remember the major assignments that both of them had. Jotaro seems to have really buckled down when it comes to school. And as much as Kakyoin adored you, and never left you unsatisfied, his schoolwork was important to him and it would be a lost cause to try and shift his attention away from it.

With a deep sigh, your lips pull into a small smile. Just thinking about Kakyoin lifted your mood some. You remember seeing him for the first time upon joining the little ragtag group: he was respectful but somewhat distant. The more time you spent with him throughout the journey, the more found comfort in one another. What started as small talk and quick, blunt conversations turned into something more meaningful and fulfilling. The impromptu friendship had turned into something much more by the end of the journey. From there, you remember your first kiss, shared with him after reuniting from Dio's defeat. Your smile grows wider as you recall your first date, and the many that came afterwards before your mind lands on your first time with him.

Your mind fills with many replays of that night, most notably, the way Kakyoin had laid you down on the bed gently and made love to you. You remember his lips trailing up your neck, laying soft kisses along the way to his body pressing against yours, and the way you both shared a heated kiss, cut short with a simultaneous gasp when he finally pushed himself inside your plush walls. Unconsciously, your hands started to trail over your body, smoothing over the dips and curves, just how Kakyoin would do if he were here right now. Maybe this is what you need to relax.

With the redhead fresh in your mind, you continue to tease yourself as your mind conjures very lewd ideas of what you and Kakyoin do when you're alone. A hand slides to your breast from over your shirt, gently grasping the flesh and letting your other hand trail south. You let out a soft moan as you slowly press your hand down your shorts, grazing over the soft materials of your panties, already feeling a slight wet spot. You take it slow, letting your hand massage your breast while the other slowly teases you, your mind running wild with the memories of the nights you and Kakyoin shared, so vivid and fresh in your mind that you could almost hear his voice in your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

Feeling yourself clench just a little bit as you rub your little nub, your breath hitches and you finally pull your shorts down, tossing them off to the side. Biting your lip to muffle any noises, you slowly run your hands along your body, feeling the dips and curves, imagining Kakyoin's bigger ones were running along your body, gently squeezing. Letting your legs fall open slowly, you make your way to your pussy, teasing yourself. Before long, you can't seem to take your own teasing touches and you take off your shorts and panties, finally rubbing circles and drawing shapes, spreading your wetness all around, your sensitivity causing your hips to wiggle. Keeping one hand occupied on your pussy, you bring your free hand up to your breast again, eager to squeeze and massage your breast.

"Mm, Kakyoin..." You trail off. You tease your nipple through your shirt and clench around nothing. Your mind continues to fuel the fire that begins to burn in your core. You abandon your breast in favor of reaching down to spread your lips open, revealing your inner pink to the warm air. Sliding a finger down some more, you quickly coat the appendage and slide it in with a choked-off whimper. You wiggle your finger around before pulling it out and sliding it in. Your head tilts back and you groan softly into the quiet room. "More, I need more," you whimper out to the 'imaginary' Kakyoin. He loves to tease you, even when you beg so pretty for him. He just can't help but keep you on the edge. You tease a second finger before sliding it in. You take your two fingers like a champ, wasting no time in finding a satisfying pace, your hips beginning to meet your rhythm. "F-fuck, baby, feels so good," you moan out. Feeling a little extra needy, you begin to pick up the pace a bit, eager to feel the rush of an orgasm take away the stresses of today. Your mind replays your alone time with Kakyoin like a movie.

A whimper escapes your throat as the vivid imagery in your head keeps you on edge, seemingly not enough no matter how deeply you lean into them. Taking a deep breath, you push the slight build of frustration that's bubbling up inside of you down and take things a bit slower once more, choosing to tease yourself some more. You massage your breast and pinch your nipples, focusing more on the thought of Kakyoin's hands, how slim his fingers are and just how deep they can go, how they can reach right up to your sensitive spots that have you rolling your hips along to his movements.

"Kakyoin... please..." You whine out as your two digits buried inside of your plush walls try to sink in all the way, just barely grazing your innermost heat but they just don't feel the same. Even rolling your hips isn't enough to get your fingers deep enough. You decide to focus on his voice as well, how deep it gets when he's in the mood, full of lust and adoration.

"You look so beautiful, darling."

"I love how you look when I bring you to the edge over and over again..."

"Why don't you spread your legs for me, hm? Show me where you need me most, love."

Your eyes shoot open as a familiar voice rings louder than the one in your head. Your eyes lock with darkened lavender ones as Kakyoin stands under the doorway, a smirk on his lips. You feel more heat rising to your face at being caught in such a compromising position, even if it's by your lover. He wastes no time in walking over to you and climbing onto the bed.

"Do you need some help, love?" Kakyoin chuckles softly, his hands coming up to rub your legs and gently squeeze your thighs.

"Please..." You almost whimper out, pulling out your two fingers and before you can wipe them off, Kakyoin catches your wrist and brings his mouth over your two digits, humming as he swirls his slick and devious tongue over them and savors your taste. You don't know if you could blush any harder, but another rush of heat fills you up again and your walls pulse around nothing. You moan when Kakyoin slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth, laving his tongue as he pulls them away, making your insides clench. "You taste so good, I hope you know that." He flashes you a smile and doesn't give you a chance to react as he dives straight for your glistening pussy. You gasp but it's quickly choked off by a loud moan as the redhead's lethal tongue swipes your clit and slit and begins to swirl.

Your thighs close around his head and he doesn't bother to pry them back open, loving the feeling of your plush thighs around his head. Instead, he wraps his forearms around them, squeezing your thighs roughly, hard enough to let you know there will be bruises later on, not that you care. The tip of his tongue dips just ever-so-slightly into your entrance before pulling away, applying suction to your clit and making your eyes roll back.

"Mm, K-Kakyoin, please!" You practically squeal as your hands go straight for his hair, threading through before gently grabbing onto a fistful and pulling him into your throbbing core, rolling and bucking your hips into his mouth and eager tongue. "F-fuck that feels good!"

You continue to moan and roll your hips as Kakyoin brings you closer and closer to the edge with ease. Knowing how he likes to be a tease, you make sure to hold onto him, keeping his mouth directly on your pussy as you feel the buildup becoming stronger and stronger before the swirling of his tongue, and a well-timed suck to your throbbing clit, cause a final snap and your walls pulse, coating Kakyoin's mouth and chin with your sweet release.

The whimpers and moans you make are sending Kakyoin up the wall as he groans against your core, letting you ride out your orgasm on his tongue and helping you through it, feeling his cock twitch as your plush thighs clamp and jitter around his head. He feels your hand loosen in his hair and your thighs slowly release his head from their pillowy prison. He pulls away from your core with a teasing, kitten-ish lick and sits on his knees, grinning at you, seeing you sprawled out and a blissed expression on your face as your glossy eyes meet his. This is definitely what you need to relax.

He leans down again and kisses his way up slowly until he's hovering over you and his smile widens as he comes face to face with you. He wipes your slick off his face and leans down to kiss your neck and jaw. "Are you still with me?" He asks teasingly, making goosebumps rise along your skin. You suck in a shaky breath.

You hum and gently tug his hair and your lips meet in a sensual kiss. He lowers himself onto you and you can feel his poking erection through his pants, feeling it throb. "Need some help with that?" You pull away with a coy smile, making Kakyoin hum pleasantly as he begins to nip at your neck, eager to leave some marks.

"Perhaps..." He trails off lightly, teasingly. One of his hands reaches for your wrist and begins to run it down his body before you cup the appendage and Kakyion flashes you a look of arousal and adoration, a swirling mix in his lavender eyes.

"It's all yours, my little cherry."

#jjba #jjba smut #jjba part 3 #stardust crusaders #kakyoin x y/n #kakyoin x you #kakyoin smut #gender neutral reader #kitwrites #n/sfw #minors do not interact #minors dni #slight hair-pulling

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saturnalee · 4 months

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i want to hold someone and make them feel so safe and happy. very cozy and warm under the blankets, holding them however they want me to, throwing in some squeezes and teases every once and a while,, the works

#tickle thoughts #sfw tickle #tickle fluff #soft tickles #tickle scenarios #in a slight ler mood?#can you tell that doesn’t happen often #not as detailed as my usual posts #saturnalee

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k-4-ni · 9 months

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‼️Poll winner #2 ‼️

summary: your lieutenant is aggressively nurturing you back to health.

[ Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader ] SFW

"What were you thinking?" Simon hissed, his voice scrambled and muffled from behind the midst layer of his mask, Nonetheless, you could still sense that tinge of irritation as if he wanted to knock some sense into you with his fist.

His gloved hands toiled to bandage the wound on your arm, leaving a slim trail of goose bumps on your skin, you hated it, loathed the way he made you feel, you weren't supposed to feel anything around your lieutenant, yet again... Who can't?

"Are you some kind of suicidal? Throwing yourself in front of the bullet like that.." He kept his lingering gaze on your expression as if piercing through your soul, his eyes roamed your features, the way your lips tightened into a small frown, the way your cheeks flushed with a deep red hue out of humiliation.

You dared not to look up, an overwhelming sensation of embarrassment and regret filling your thoughts, how could you jump in front of a bullet like that? Were you really that desperate to save a life?

"I'm sorry, sir... Didn't want any of my comrades getting shot."

You murmured, a tight scowl curling your lips as you lowered your gaze, fixating it on the ground instead and the way your boots glisten against the light, hoping to ignore and bottle up the small voice at the back of your head.

You slightly winced, flinching at his harsh comment and his aggressive fingers, you could feel the heat and anger radiating off of him, his words bitter and harsh.

With a low, irritated sigh, Ghost peeled off his gloved hands from her bandage to gaze her down with those dark, brooding eyes of his. He yearned to say something better but it was as if he fought to restrain himself for an unknown reason. Rather, he leaned back, taking a knee on the ground next to her, eyes still latched on her.

"What were you doing over there?" the lieutenant questioned with an inkling of nuisance and sincerity in his voice.

His voice rang through your ears, you kicked your feet together, nails digging into the leather of the medical cot.

Where you going to tell him? Did he deserve to know? Sure, he's your lieutenant but he sure wasn't your therapist, Save yourself the embarrassment and stay quiet, he probably doesn't even care.

"I—Im afraid I cant tell you..."

You choked out, Your eyes fluttering ever so slightly as you felt a lump of nerves forming in your throat, Denying your lieutenants orders? Rookie mistake.

The lieutenant narrowed his dark blue eyes, his head cocked to the side as he studied her. His gloved hand lifted to his chin as his lips curled into a frown, a hoarse groan erupting from his throat.

"Soldier, are you refusing my orders?" the lieutenant questioned, the tone in his voice stirring slightly.

In that moment, that skin-crawling moment, things seemed to slow. It felt as if this moment dragged on while Ghost shelved for your response.

"N-No, sir, of course not!"

Your eyes grew wide with uneasiness, your lip quake as you shook your head.

"I-Its just—... It's the captain's orders... He told me not to tell anyone what happened before I got shot."

An amused, low chuckle was heard spewing from Ghost. Practically in a way, it even sounded…flirtatious..? Perhaps that was just your imagination. Regardless of what it was, it still caused all sorts of emotions to flare across your body.

"Well, captain isn't here so what happened, soldier." Ghost repeated, a slight edge to his voice as he spoke.

Shit.shit.shit.shit.shit

"Sir... I'm afraid I can't— it's captain's orders he would penalize me if he found out."

You peered up at him with virtually pleading eyes, eyes flickering with disquiet as your pupil swallowed your iris, your eyes glinting with an uneasy shimmer.

Please don't ask, please don't ask, please don't ask.

Ghost's gloved hand reached out and held her chin, tilting her head up to face him. His gloved thumb rubbed against her jawline. The lieutenant's features were mostly covered but from this position, she was able to see more of his face. From her position, she saw the euphoric side of his face.

He came off to stare into her eyes in silence, his thumb still looming over her chin, his bleak eyes taking in her appearance.

"What happened." He said, practically a command than a question.

You hung back, a long moment, a long moment lingered with silence between us, your ears rang as your breath hitched in your throat, was this real? You were probably just hallucinating.

Your eyes softened, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips curled into a tight frown, your fingers dug into the leather material of the medical cot, a thick lump forming in your throat as you swallowed harshly.

This was really happening, your lips parted slightly and your cheeks burnt with a tingling sensation.

"He—... He scolded me about some skills I lacked in, at that moment I felt—... Like I wasn't enough so I just wanted to prove him wrong."

Fuck. Now that you blurted it out it does sound quite... Reckless.

Ghost took notice as you shared your side of the story. Your lieutenant was quiet for a beat, his eyes flickering around her, watching over her face, her eyes, her lips. His gloved hand slid down from her chin, to the bed. He placed his hand on her thigh, gripping it firmly.

"So you ran ahead of your commander, into enemy fire, to prove yourself?" he questioned, his manner of voice implying scepticism as he spoke.

Your eyes flickered between his hand, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers firmly grasped your thigh, your ears perked up as you lifted your gaze into his hollow eyes.

His eyes were piercing into your soul, almost intoxicating nevertheless a sense of danger flushed over you, your body telling you to run yet your throbbing pulse was telling you to stay.

"I-I didn't know what else to do... It— it seemed like the perfect opportunity to prove him wrong."

He leaned forward, his gloved hand lifting to cup her jaw. He gazed down at her, his eyes seeming to pierce into her core as he spoke. The lieutenant's expression was stern, his eyes ostensibly taking in every segment across her face.

"You should never try to prove yourself by running into danger. Not in this line of work," Ghost let out, with the edge of pest in his tone varying to concern.

"I-Isnt that what I signed up for, sir?"

Your lips parted once more and your chest tightened, your breath coming in erratic and broken, you thickly swallowed down the butterflies that threatened to twist and churn your guts, as if they were clawing their way up to your throat.

The lieutenant sighed and leaned back into his seat. "You did sign up for it, yes but that doesn't mean you run into danger just to prove yourself," he said, the frown on his face softening as he spoke.

The lieutenant reached out and his gloved hand caressed her cheek, "You proved how stubborn you are, soldier, but next time..."

His eyes flickered down to his hand placed on her cheek. "Next time, remember that you're putting yourself, your life, not a mission — your life at risk."

You were dazed, just a simple touch from his hand sent your knees weak and your mind blank, you mindlessly nodded to his words, your fingers clenching by your sides.

The lump in your throat would not stop developing, your eyebrows raised ever so slightly as you nodded once more, your eyes still peering up at him as you batted your lashes.

Your lips parted, your chest trembling with each struggled breath.

"O—Okay... Y-Yes sir..."

Ghost stayed silent for a moment. His thumb brushed against her upper lip, feeling her soft lips. His eyes seemed to go blank for a moment, the lieutenant's mind going into overdrive. In the moment, he wanted to kiss her. His lips parted, the urge to do it slowly grew, causing all sorts of emotions to swell inside his body. And yet....he couldn't.

Something... unexpected happened to the lieutenant. His gaze flicked down again to her lips... Her soft, inviting... lips. He almost forgot he was supposed to be lecturing her. With the soldier underneath him, her body beneath his arm, he was close... very close to just... losing control.

Ghost's gloaming eyes took in her appearance once more, his looks flicking up to hers. His gloved hand slid back down to her thigh, holding on. Ghost took a deep breath and leaned forward, his lips mere inches away from hers.

The lieutenant cleared his throat, his eyes snapping back to reality. He placed both his hands on his knees.

"We better head back," he said with a slight shake of his head.

What the fuck.

#ghost #tumblr #new writers on tumblr #scenario #writer #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #Cod #modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #video games #Sfw #Slight tension #tension #sfw little post

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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I miss your writing😂 I need me some weems, now idk if you’ll consider writing age regression ? Bc I have another idea if you do.

So r is depressed bc they ran out of medication and forgot to refill it since they’ve become ill (me rn it’s horrid and messing with my head) no one’s seen or heard from r and weems has to do a welfare check. Here she finds a depressed and very sick reader. She knows of readers bad back ground (they are a shifter and was found hanging onto life after being abused in a facility like hydra for shifters) so when r becomes all clingy and very child like it confessed weems. R is so touch starved it’s insane, but with weems rn she’s like a child wanting and craving the affection just needing to be held. So naturally weems does that and that’s how she discovers the fever r has and that r ran out of her meds so weems nurses her better. Oh! Could also add r isn’t sleeping bc of nightmares due to their background?

Sorry for the long request and I’m not even sure it makes sense. I need my Damn pills lmao.

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A little sick

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you're sick and regressed.

TW: agre? Sickness, depression, medicine (prescription),

A/n I’ve never written this kind of thing before so tell me if any of its wrong. Cute request tho :) let me know if you like it or want to see more of this kind of thing.

Part 2

Waking up and feeling like your bones were made of lead was not the way you wanted to start the day. It took all of your strength to pull yourself upright. Standing on shaky legs you wobble over to your dresser pulling out the pouch of pills that helped you with the aftermath of the facility and the depression it left. You knew firsthand how bad it could be to be a shapeshifter. Hunted and experimented on. You drew a deep breath pushing the thoughts away and exhaling slowly and shakily.

Unzipping the pouch, you frowned. All the blister packets were empty. You were out. You slouched dejectedly. It was going to be a long day. Yoko had already left for classes and to be honest you didn’t really think you could make it to the wardrobe to get changed let alone all the way to class. You sighed dejectedly and hobbled back to bed and laid down on your back staring at the roof. The feelings were getting harder to push away.

Your chest felt hollow, and you choked back a sob. The last time you were sick … was back there and to be honest you had no idea what would happen if someone found out here.

You zoned out feeling a familiar fuzzy feeling swallow your mind. You tried to push it away which only seemed to make you headache unbearable. The pain was what made you slip. Dropping hard, you felt your body shift. Soon the bed felt much bigger as you curled into a ball and cried. You were tired but scared to sleep, the nightmares seemed to be ever persistent.

You had no idea how long you had been crying, small sobs wracking the tiny body on the bed. Soon a knock sounded on the door.

Weems had had reports all day that you had been absent. Knowing your history with depression she knew it was imperative to do a welfare check as soon as she could. Looking at her calendar she swore. She had a copy if the nurses schedule for meds and prescription refills. Yours were out and it looked like nobody had picked up more for you.

She finally signed off the email she had spent the morning drafting to the mayor. Closing her laptop she toed on her heels, opting to take them off to give her feet a break when sitting and stood smoothing out her skirt. She hurried out the door and to your dorm. Hearing small noises inside she hesitated before knocking, she knew you were in there was was slightly terrified of what she would find inside the dorm.

Hearing the soft knock on the door you wiped a small fist over your eyes and sat up still silent tears running down your cheeks. You waited and heard the door open.

Weems peered into the dimly lit room; the windows still drawn. She saw a small lump on the bed and slowly walked over. The closer she got the more shocked she became. Why was there a toddler in the dorm and why did she look exactly like … y/n?

Small sad eyes looked up at her and sniffled. Weems stood awkwardly not really knowing what to do. She had a suspicion. She knew you were a shifter like herself. She looked down at you and it clicked. It made sense with the amount of trauma you had. You had regressed both physically and mentally to a child. Looking down at the sad child, you looked up at her and extended your arms.

“Up?” You asked with childlike innocence. Weems felt her heart melt. Gently she placed her hands under your arms and lifted you onto her hip. Almost straight away you buried your face in her neck, and she let out a soft gasp.

You were face too warm. Gently she peeled your face from her neck so she could look you in the eyes while she bounced you on her hip. You let out a soft whine at the loss of contact and weems shushed you as she placed a gentle hand against your cheek then forehead.

“Oh honey. Are you not feeling too good right now?” She asked. “Do you feel icky?” She said and you nodded and sniffled, the tears slowing.

“Alright. Well, we are going to get you some medicine then we are going to come back to my place for some sleep.” She said and you whined.

“No sleep.” You pouted and Weems frowned. “Cuddles?” You asked.

“Ok sweet girl you can have cuddles but why no sleep?” She asked.

“Mean dreams.” You pouted and she felt her heart break. Of course, you had bad dreams, that was almost assured with what you had been through. Why didn’t she think of that. Patting you back she used a hand to guide you back to her neck as you put your thumb in your mouth.

Weems winced knowing it probably wasn’t clean but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now and she preferred it to the crying. Holding you on her hip with one arm and the other on the back of your head she saw a small white fluffy thing under your blanket walking over and pulling out the stuffie you brightened as she tucked it between you and her chest as you wrapped you free arm around it.

“Alright honey let’s go get some medicine for you.” She said and left. She knew the school week enough to make sure nobody would see the two of you, God the rumours would be endless if students saw weems with a child. Careful to avoid any class windows Weems made it to the infirmary. As a shapeshifter herself she knew that the doses of medicine would need to match the physical size of the body. Balancing you on her hip she looked into your eyes.

“How old are you sweetheart?” She asked and you looked at her shyly holding up four fingers and puffing your chest out.

“Im four.” You grinned.

“Wow. Big girl huh?” She asked and you smiled wider.

Weems pulled out the bottle of medicine labeled 3-6 and any other supplies she would need. Carefully making her way back to her office she slipped back into her own quarters to take care of you.

You whined as she set you down on the couch but stopped as she lifted you back into her lap. You sure were clingy like this. Measuring out a dose of medicine Weems coaxed you into drinking it which made you stick your tongue out in disgust after.

“Yucky.” You said. Weems chuckled.

“Im sure it was sweet girl.” She said and stroked your hair. You buried your face in her chest and fisted your hands in her shirt.

“Alright bedtime. I think someone needs a nap huh?” She said and you whined.

“Nooo.” You said.

“Alright how about some cuddles instead?” Weems asked and you smiled.

“Cuddles?”

“Yes. Cuddles.”

“Yay cuddles.” You celebrated.

“Alright sweet thing lets go to my bedroom and we can cuddle.” She said knowing you would fall asleep in no time. Curling into her chest more and wrapping you small arms around Weems she felt her heart melt again as she ran her nails up and down your spine. You shivered and enjoyed the touch.

After a few minutes you seemed to be fighting sleep, eyes drooping before flying wide open again with a small whimper.

“Honey whats the matter? Why won’t you sleep love?” Weems asked softly.

“Bad dreams.” You whimpered softly and weems patted your back running her hands through your short hair. It was much shorter than normal probably from the shift.

“Honey, you need to sleep, I’ll be here the whole time. I won’t leave your side, ok? Do you think you could be a brave girl and get some sleep for me?” She asked softly.

Burrowing your face into her neck you nodded and shuffled around to get comfy. Weems knew either way based off how exhausted you seemed you would be asleep soon regards of what you wanted.

And as predicted after about five more minutes weems felt your breath even out against her chest and heard small snores coming from you. She smiled softly down at you and decided then and there she would never let anything hurt you again.

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charlottesuzee · 1 year

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Monster Trio (Accidentally) Wearing Your Britches (Black!Fem!Reader)

(Slight N S F W but not really, it's just underwear. Only Sanji's is dirty)

Monkey D Luffy

- He doesn't wear underwear anyways, so he pulled them on when he was half asleep, thinking they were his shorts. He didn't even notice how drafty they were.

- Went through the whole morning not noticing. After the crew was finished dying of laughter and shock, they told Luffy that he was wearing your underwear.

- Luffy's only reaction was "Wow, guess I am, huh ?"

- He honestly thinks that they're comfortable. He doesn't care for underwear, but he'll gladly wear them because 1. They're yours and 2. He likes the color and will ask you if he can keep them.

- "Oi, (Y/N), do you think I can keep these ?!?"

- "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT !

- "Aww, but whyyy ? You have more, dontcha ? You won't miss these !"

- "BUT THEY'RE MINES !"

- "You mean ours now."

- "NO !'

Roronoa Zoro

- It was Usopp's turn to do the laundry and he forgot to separate everyone's clothes, so he just figured that everyone would figure out who's was who's and it'll sort itself out.

- While taking a bath after training, a pair of your undies got mixed up with Zoro's but he was too tired to notice and slipped them on after his bath.

- He only noticed when he happened to get a wedgie and went to go pick it out.

- Tried to keep it under wraps but he was blushing so hard, everyone could tell that something was wrong

- Eventually pulled you aside to tell you what was up

- "I uh... Usopp fucked up the laundry and I'm wearing your underpants instead of mines..."

- "Oh..."

- Absolutely refused to let you see him in them, and made you turn around when he pulled them off to give them back to you.

- Will never in a million years admit that he liked it

Blackleg Sanji

- Woke up late to cook breakfast, so in a rush , he slipped on what he could. That included your undies.

- He didn't know how to explain it or what it was, but he felt more attractive, more radiant.

- We all know how Sanji felt when wearing a dress and bloomers on Iva's island, so of course he'd feel the same wearing feminine style undies.

- He didn't notice until late in the day, when he went to the bathroom. He was absolutely mortified when he found out that he was wearing your underwear.

- After the shock wore off, he realized how much he liked it. It made him feel all sorts of things. Sexy, beautiful, pretty, you name it.

- He loved how they felt against his skin, how he looked in them, it actually turned him on a bit and he had to beat one off in the bathroom. It turned him on even more when he slipped them back on after doing such a dirty deed.

- He doesn't tell you about the ordeal and he doesn't give them back, feeling too guilty and flustered about it, even though he wants to explore this side of him with you.

- "Hey Sanji, have you seen a pair of white undies with a bow on the front ? I can't find them anywhere."

- "N-No, I haven't, sorry."

- "Huh, must've got lost in the laundry, they'll turn up soon."

- Meanwhile, he has them on. He so desperately wants you to know but he's not ready yet. Exploring this side of Sanji is a story for another day.

#one piece x reader #one piece #reader insert #one piece x black!reader #black reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #blackleg sanji #slight n/sfw #anime x reader #monster trio x reader #monster trio

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merakiui · 1 year

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OMG with your caption of "milkshakes at monstros lounge is about to taste 10x better with Jades secret ingredient" made me have a brain rot.

IMAGEN FXCKING FLOYD DRINK IT AND NOW WANTS IT STRAIGHT FROM THE SOURCE 😭 in that fic you said that we were first passed to Floyd but he was too bothered so we got handed to Jade. So imagen he somehow find out and now wants us in the same position that we are with Jade but with HIM.

Or Azul is also a degenerate so taking a book from Jade we go back to working for him tasting his potions that for some reason also made us lactate..

OR SOME OF OUR FRIENDS SEE/HEAR WHAT GOING ON OR MAYBE WE TELL THEM AND THEY TRY TO "help" US BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH WE WHERE ALREADY MILKED IT STARTED TO FILL UP MORE TO AN UNCOMFORTABLE LEVEL AND THEM BEING OUR BFF AND "totally not weird or have feelings for us" CONVINCE US TO LET THEM HIM. While it's either but them sucking or playing with our nipples with a bowl under to not make a mess 🤞☺️💕

OH AND IMAGEN THEY FIGURE OUT THAT THE REASON THE MILKSHAKES TASTE BETTER IS BECAUSE OF THIS AND OUR BFF STARTS USING THE MILK THEY GOT OUR FOR US FOR THEMSELVES 🤭 now they self proclaimed themself our lil helpers (or milker).

Now we can also have multiple BFF and they all help us at the same time too to get all that fullness out of us 🥰

-Yours truly, the annon that you awakened their lactation kink onces again 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

YES YES AAAAAAA OTL

(cw: yandere, brief nsfw mentions, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, lactation, female reader, brief mentions of pregnancy)

Floyd and Azul are so incredibly fake. T-T they only want you when you start producing milk. Most fake fans ever, switching up like that… Floyd complains about how lucky Jade is, and Jade has to tell him that it was Floyd who wanted nothing to do with you in the beginning. He’s merely looking after you as you’re now his contractual obligation, though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t attached to you. He’s become rather enthralled. Jade has written the potion recipe down, even perfected it after some more trial and error (which you were more than happy to assist with) and so now he has a potion that’ll have you lactating for at most a full day. <3

Floyd’s too impatient to fill bottles and jars up, so he’ll just pull your shirt open and tug your bra up and take it straight from the source with his greedy mouth. I like to think Jade watches the both of you so fondly, so happy that his favorite people are getting along well even if you’re squirming and telling Floyd to be more gentle, to slow down, to put his teeth away.

Azul goes absolutely insane when he learns of that potion. You can’t tell me he also wouldn’t have the biggest lactation kink ever. It ties in nicely with the breeding kink. Jade has him sample some dishes made from your milk, along with a glass of your milk, and he’s easily able to tell there are notable differences. He asks if this is goat’s milk rather than cow’s and Jade smiles deceptively and says he’ll show Azul who to thank for the delicious ingredients. He brings Azul to you, where you’re currently trying to deal with your swollen, leaky tits while Floyd is doing everything he can to try to steal at least one sip. If only you could see the dollar signs in his eyes… Oh, you’re so marketable! He could definitely capitalize on this.

Now that Azul knows of this, it’s over for you. But before he decides to sell your milk or use it for Mostro Lounge dishes, he wants to touch and squeeze and fondle you. I imagine he just stares at you for the longest time because his brain is short-circuiting trying to remind himself that you aren’t pregnant; this is just the result of magic. You aren’t pregnant or filled with eggs, but you could be. You’re not pregnant. He’s never fucked you before. But what if… Azul milks you once and out of sheer instinct he places his hand over your belly and mumbles something about how he can’t wait to be a father. (pathetic tako delusions…)

Imagine they give you the potion so often that you start to lactate on your own, if only a little. Magic definitely has more of an effect on your body because you can’t use it or sense it like mages can, so it’s definitely possible it might do something to you internally. Imagine being with Ace and Deuce and you leak through your shirt and you’re so embarrassed trying to explain what’s happening and Ace is poking fun as usual, while Deuce is in shock like, “Milk comes from women?!?!?!?! The store-bought milk I drink,,,,,, came from a woman????” Deuce already had a lot of respect for you, but now he is a million times more respectful because it can’t be easy filling all those milk bottles. (Deuce, never change. You are a sweetheart.)

Ace will want to sample directly from you. He teases you a lot, squeezing your breasts just to watch the wet patches on your shirt become larger and more noticeable. Deuce thinks that the two of them should bring you to someone who can help. Ace supposes that’s fine, but before that he needs a taste. Be a good best friend and let him taste you. There’s nothing weird about it. Best friends help each other out all the time. Ace and Deuce bring you to Trey because he’s responsible and oh-so-wise, and Trey also has this moment where he just stares at you, mouth slightly agape, before he has to clear his throat and quickly act normal and relaxed and calm and level-headed. Did I mention how relaxed he is? You cannot lactate around Trey. He will want to use your milk in the sweets he bakes (Riddle’s strawberry tarts are about to be so delicious), but he’ll also want you against the counter while he fucks you against it, pretending the both of you are married and he’s knocked you up and you’re lactating in preparation of the baby. He’s so not normal about this; he’s so down bad.

The brain cell duo bring you to Housewarden Riddle and he is overcome with so many emotions. Riddle is so flustered and he snaps at Ace and Deuce to cover you while he figures out what to do next. But you know Che’nya’s probably lurking around, and if you happen to be outside and a pair of invisible hands grope you and you’re suppressing moans while milk trails down your tits…… Riddle is fighting a losing battle here. He has never been so,,,, conflicted. So acutely aware of the female form. So immersed in how you sound when Che’nya’s teasing you. Riddle wants you and your milk so bad, but he has to be polite and respectful. He will help you and after the fact he will not think about it again. He will not lie awake at night, staring into the darkness and wondering how it might feel to drink directly from your breasts. For once the Octavinelle trio have done something good, even if this good thing is the byproduct of dubious behavior.

Ruggie learns of this and you know he’s going to want in. Let him have a taste, won’t you? He couldn’t get breakfast because he was running all around for Leona. He’s parched! Likewise, Leona probably hears of it from Ruggie or he catches the gossip from his dorm members and now he’s demanding Ruggie to bring you to him. Leona’s much more composed about the entire thing. He’ll tease you a little with a cocky smirk, asking if you like being in the spotlight like this, if you like his hands on you, if you like being milked and treated like a commodity by some (Octavinelle). Leona actually handles you very gently when he milks you. He respects women and their bodies, so he doesn’t want to hurt you or cause you any discomfort. Sometimes he thinks you’re pregnant (which could also be another reason why he’s oddly sweet to you), but he quickly reminds himself that that wouldn’t be possible because if you were pregnant it would be with his child and his child only. If you point out his behaviors, he’ll gruffly tell you you’re delusional and that he’s not doing this for your sake. It’s just his means of having access to a little snack when Ruggie’s taking forever to bring him his lunch.

Though Malleus can’t sense life within your belly, sometimes he’ll think you really are pregnant when he sees you lactating and he thinks of how pleasing it would be to raise little ones with you. He visits every night, not only to see you and spend time with you, but to help should you be kept awake desperately trying to milk yourself empty. Malleus is also gentle when handling you, his voice so soft and fond when he speaks to you, praising you and calling you all manners of endearments to show you that you should not be self-deprecating or disgusted with yourself. He thinks you are absolutely perfect; this is nothing to be ashamed of, nor does it make you unsightly in any way. He’s probably kissed you while his hands were cupping your breasts. There’s something so intimate in kissing while he’s touching such a special, sacred place. Every day the temptation to sweep you off your feet and away to Briar Valley consumes him. He could build such a happy family with you. Lilia certainly encourages it.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #tw: lactation #slight n/sfw

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pahtoosh · 10 months

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you’ll always have a place here

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~1100 words

warnings: baby has a bad dream. fears of being unwanted. so cheesy. like soooo cheesy.

a/n: this piece had like three totally different iterations😭 my brain is melting i can’t look at words anymore

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: you have a bad dream and doubt your daddies’ love for you

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“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Taking care of you, babying you! God, do you have any idea how hard it is on us?

“I- I’m sorry, I-“

“We’re tired of it. We want you gone.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

You startled awake. There was a deep pain in your chest and you were breathing heavily. You started to remember the dream and cried. How could your daddies be so cruel?

Something came to rest on your shoulder, making you flinch.

Steve retracted his hand. “Sorry, sweetness. We heard you crying and you didn’t answer when we knocked so we decided to check on you. What happened?”

You wanted to tell him to go away, but your Dada’s gentle, concerned gaze made you feel safe. He wouldn’t hurt you and you couldn’t hurt him.

“H- had a bad dweam.”

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that, baby.”

“D- daddies was m-mean to me an-“ the thought of repeating what your nightmare daddies said made you burst into tears again.

“What, sweetness, what was it?”

You shook your head and hid behind your hands. Bucky came up on the other side of you. “That’s okay, angel. Are you feeling overwhelmed right now?”

You nodded and crawled into Bucky’s lap, burrowing your face into his neck.

“Is someone feeling very small right now?”

You hesitated before nodding again.

He spoke quieter this time. “Does someone need their daddies?”

You were quiet, scaring Bucky into thinking that he overstepped. But then you quietly whispered, “Need daddies”. With their supersoldier hearing, Steve and Bucky just barely caught it.

Steve cooed, scooted closer, and comfortingly rubbed your back. “Daddies are here, baby.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

When you calmed down, Steve and Bucky brought you to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Let’s get some food into that belly of yours. Your brain needs all the energy it can get!” Dada got the food ready while Baba set the table.

“Do you want a bib, angel? Dada and I saw these and thought you might like them.”

You were taken aback by their kindness. “For me?”

“Yeah for you! Now, do you want the flowers or the stars?”

“Um, stars please.”

“Good manners, baby.” He kissed your cheek and then helped fasten the string around your collar.

Steve reappeared to put the plates of food on the table. “Oh, someone’s looking very cute right now.”

You blushed at the compliment.

“Do you want us to feed you, sweetness?”

You looked away and toyed with your bib. “Don’t wanna be a bother.”

“You’re not botherin’ anyone, baby. This is what daddies are for. Here, open wide for the pancake plane.” Steve held out a forkful of pancakes toward you.

“Can it be a submarine instead?” you asked shyly.

“Well if it’s a submarine, now I gotta start over!” Steve brought the fork from the plate to your mouth again, this time bobbing the utensil up and down slowly to make it move more like a submarine.

You giggled at the show he was putting on for you and happily took a bite.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

After breakfast, Steve and Bucky decided you could have a little screen time and watch one of your favorite shows. They were a little shaken by this morning and thought a treat would help you get your mind off of it.

As you sat between your daddies and watched the colors dancing on the screen, your mind began to wander. You were doing exactly what your nightmare daddies hated. Forcing them to watch a show that only you like when they could be working or doing something they liked.

You daddies noticed a shift in the air. Your heart was beating fast, you were breathing a little heavier, and your eyes were pointed forward but not looking at or focused on anything.

They turned off the TV and went into caregiver mode.

Steve gently guided your hands away from scratching holes into your pants and rested your palms on his chest so you could feel his heart.

“Breathe with me, baby. In, and out. Just like that, perfect.”

When you calmed down, you broke away from Steve’s hold. Instead of crawling into your Dada or Baba’s lap like you so desperately wanted to, you hugged a pillow and sunk into the couch.

“I’m okay now. Yous guys- uh, you guys can go do whatever you want now.”

“What do you mean, babydoll?”

“I know you guys don’t want to just sit here and watch TV with me so you can go. I’ll be okay by myself.”

“Sweetheart, what makes you think we don’t wanna be with you?”

“I just know, okay?” You were getting frustrated now, why did they keep arguing with you?

Bucky connected the dots. “Oh, baby. Is this about the dream you had?” His head was tilted to the side and his eyebrows scrunched together. He looked so sad and worried.

You had to turn away.

“Sweetheart, we love you,” Steve began. “And that means we wanna spend time with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s your big activities or your small ones, we want it all with you.”

You began to sniffle and hid behind the pillow.

“Angel, maybe you’d feel better if you tell Dada and Baba what happened in that dream of yours. Can you try? We promise we won’t be mad.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to make this a bigger deal than it already was. You felt immature and undeserving of their comfort.

“Please tell us, we just wanna help.”

You took a shaky breath and explained. “You said you didn’t wanna take care of me anymore. You said you were tired and you wanted me gone.”

“Oh, baby.” Your daddies wrapped their arms around you as you cried again.

“It was so m-mean and it felt so real,” you sobbed.

“Sweetness, I’m so sorry you had to hear that. We would never, ever say something like that to you.”

“Yeah, Dada and I are crazy about you, you know that?”

“You are?” You looked out from behind the pillow to see from your daddies’ faces if they were lying.

“Sure are. We talk about you nonstop with the team when we’re on missions, we can’t wait to get home with you. And when we’re with you, we’re as happy as can be.”

“You’re it for us. You make all of this,” your Baba waved his hand in the air, “worth doing.”

You pushed the pillow aside and hugged your daddies close. “Thank you, Baba. Thank you, Dada. I’m sorry I believed the dream.”

“Shh, you’ve got nothin’ to apologize for. Anytime you need a reminder of how much Baba and I love you, we’re here.”

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #slight angst #sfw regression #agere fic #marvel agere #you’ll always have a place here #you’ll-always-have-a-place-here #youll-always-have-a-place-here #toosh writes #hoping someone notices the cutesy butesy word thing I did

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