the berry sweetest
pairing: steve rogers x raccoon hybrid!reader
word count: 511
warning(s): chubby/plus-sized reader, no detailed description; mostly fluff and snuggles and kissies, hints of erotic situations; slight dehumanization and dom!Steve
author's note: forgive me, i know not what i did. only what i am, a soggy sad beast who yearns to be cuddled; based off of this text post i did earlier, will write more :))
Something… is touching his ears.
“... wazzat?” Steve’s no stranger to going from dead asleep to battle ready. It's never a bad thing to be vigilant against Hydra sneak attacks even if said Hydra agents are gently stroking him awake.
But it’s only you, the poor little raccoon hybrid he saw in the dumpsters during his morning jog. It was an easy decision, upstate New York is no place to be outside in the wintertime. You were surprisingly easy to lure back to his quarters with only a jello cup and some yogurt in a tube.
“Steve, Steeveeee.” Your pupils shine an eerie yellow in the gloom of night and your wandering hands are almost spidery as they skitter across his naked pecs.
Still, you’re the cutest softest thing he’s ever seen, fairly well-fed by the copious food waste the compound produced. Your lack of winter clothing had been worrisome, your only warmth coming from the soft drape of your tail around your body when he found you. You paw at his face again, a thin blanket around you as you shiver, already halfway on the bed.
“Hey, it’s ok. c’mere sweetheart.” With a scoop of his big arm, you’re on his bed, your plush limbs instantly curling around him in a satisfied squeeze. Steve laughs softly as you mewl and whimper little heem heems into his neck. “It's ok, you wanna kiss? Hmm?”
Kiss… you have the vaguest sense of the word, some fuzzy memories of two people in AI uniforms entangled on a bench in front of your temporary den, their mouths touching like they were exchanging food. Confidently, you press your lips against Steve's, squeaking at the sudden pressure of his hands, one around your neck holding you at the perfect angle, the other cupping your bottom, encouraging you to snuggle closer.
Yes! You like this, being very close means being warmer. And his hand is certainly warm, kneading your flesh in confident motions as you rock against him, moving in tandem with his lips to suckle your little tongue, drawing it into his mouth and releasing only when he can feel your chest strain for breath. You quiver, insatiable. “More uhm Steve more?”
Steve huffs. Your yelp at the sudden tug on your stripey tail almost breaks his heart, but he’s responsible for you now. “What do we say?” He gives your winter fluff another warning pull when you take too long to think, drawing out big fat tears that make your eyes sparkle.
“Puh-lease, snff please, Steve, kissies”
How could he deny you? Dizzy and debauched in his arms, mouth swollen from his enthusiasm, little ears twitching, uncertain of all these new sensations but still deliriously happy at your newfound safety.
“Good girl, what a good girl you are.” The praise slips out between messy smacks of your lips, the sound of you being all consumed by him. “I love you so much sweetheart.” He stifles your little squeals again, his own lips as red as berries. “I swear. Nothing bad will ever happen to you from now on.”
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I wanna share a silly brainrot- Hear me out- Racoon!Hybrid Reader
Always wandering off to just hoarde and touch things
Rather than wadhing their food before eating- Reader just obsessively washes their hands before, during and after every meal
Is constantly bringing random stuff home. Leon doesn't mind, but then sometimes it's like a hood obrament off of a car and he just, "Again?"
"Might I interest you in this treasure...It'll cost you five grapes- no...8 grapes...No...The whole bag."
On top of the casual theft of small items- Their nocturnal-ness may or may not stress Leon out just a tiny bit because he feels like one night they'll just wander outside and so he had to invest in special locks for the doors and windows
😔 "Can't have shit here."
"I got you some movies if you're bored. And extra snacks."
i wanted to wait until i was at work to respond so i could do this
i'm still learning how to draw people and i'm very burnt out still so this is janky and proportions are definitely off but you get the general idea.
leon just tryna go to bed but his nocturnal raccoon hybrid partner keeps hiding food in the bed (it's almost winter they're just being prepared smh)
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I LOVED THE RACCOON!HYBRID ART SM!!
I wanted to chip into the op anon- Raccoon!Hybrid who sleeps during the day in theirs and Leon's closet- They made it like a den with pillows and blankets so they can actually have a dark place to rest
Also, Raccoon!Hybrid who is sensitive to smells (Raccoons hate hot peppers, garlic, peppermint oil, onion, and epsom salt???) So imagine Leon cooking with something like Garlic and he just hears one of the windows open and reader is hung halfway out, inhaling the fresh air- Their tail is just deflated and everything
god i'm learning so much about raccoons lately.
it's probably hard for reader to explain at first why exactly they can't stand when Leon cooks savory foods cause he seems so upset that reader's that bothered by his cooking :'(
and i feel like almost any hybrid! reader would have some form of attachment to Leon's clothes since that sense of smell is usually bonkers being half animal.
one of my family's dog, Avery, will actually do this very thing by toppling any laundry basket when no one's home to chill inside.
actual photo evidence of her in precarious situations from 2018/2019:
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