#or eat it in front of A and their poor grumbly tummy

[raspberrytums]

thinking about Character A holding their rumbling tummy as they watch Character B make breakfast

#the question is #will B share with A #or eat it in front of A and their poor grumbly tummy #hunger thoughts #hunger kink

[aforestescape]

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick - lending a hand

a fevered daydream i had while on a particularly achey monthly dip into satans spawn pool and realized that my choco cookies were expired :( anyways, you can imagine for yourself whether reader and kyle are in a relationship or simply friends helping friends out :)

content includes: gender neutral to an extent, blood, the barest mention of period sex, maybe a typo or two

periods are always a pain. even on a good month, when your cramps don’t appear, levels of soreness are low and you’re freshly stocked with period snacks. and this month isn’t as bad as it could be but still a pain. you’re stuffed in a cozy fall sweater, fighting the cold air and the occasional hot flash. snuggled up in a throw blanket on your couch while kyle sits next to you.

your favorite cartoon on which kyle insisted you didn’t need to turn off on his account. you’re enjoying the re-run, laughing and rolling your eyes as if it’s your first time watching this episode. you’re in the middle of giggling when another cramp strikes, a sharp twist of discomfort low in your tummy.

you let out a breath, trying to get through the pain until it subsides. fist clutching your blanket in your spot. kyle looks over to you, eyes immediately filled with concern. he shifts closer to you, hand resting on yours.

“you alright there, love?” you can hear the concern pressed in his voice but don’t reply until the pain is finally gone. you let out another breath, first unclenching as you look over at him.

“‘m fine. just a cramp.” his concern look doesn’t drop as he moves his large hand up to move a few stray strands out of your face.

“you should’ve told me before i came over. i would’ve brought you some snacks and nelson.” nelson being the stuffed bear you won at a fair together some months ago. he flip flops between your apartments like a child of divorce, the poor bear. the thought makes you let out a pained groan.

“don’t say that, now i’m mad. i’ve been craving chocolate and these cramps fucking hurt. and don’t get me started on my damn hips and thighs and back. so damn sore.” you start grumbling, an annoyed look on your face. lips pouting as you think of the ice cream and crackers you could be eating right now.

“i can order some for delivery, we’ve got all day.”

you let out a sigh at his words, frustration growing a bit. “i mean you can but it won’t be here for a whole hour. and i’m legit seconds from crying for some ice cream. and chips. and- oh i’m just doing it to myself now.” he lets out a laugh at your turmoil, that pretty smile of his blooming on his face. you just glare over at him.

he pulls you close to place a peck on your forehead before pulling out his phone. your eyes shifting back to the television screen in time to monologue along with the characters on screen during a scene you love. only paying attention to him again when he wraps his arm around your tummy, applying gentle pressure and lifting the fat of it up to relieve some of the pressure. you let out a sigh at the action, feeling lighter.

he brings his phone up to show you the screen and you see he’s been adding your favorite snacks and drinks to a cart as well as some stuff for him. including a stuffed bear which makes you snort. you nod your head and thank him as he orders it. a few more minutes of idling watching your show until the episode ends.

“alright, pretty. up you get.” you groan at him and look up in confusion as he moves off the couch to stand in front of you. his toned arms stretched out to help you up which you take even if you’d rather be a couch potato right now. “what do you want, garrick?”

he places his hand over his heart with a bright smile on his face. “‘lemme lend you a hand, love. c’mon. to your bedroom.” you let him lead you to your bedroom and gently sit you on your bed. watch as he goes about your room, grabbing your candle lighter and your favorite oils. “lavender or rosehip?” he asks you.

and then he’s helping you out of your sweater. you don’t have it in you to be overly embarrassed, you’d seen each other in less before. namely that one trip up the coast with the rest of the gang to a cabin. you all going skinny dipping and laughing in the warm water under the moonlight.

with the candles lit he turns off the bedroom lights and sets to work. warming oil on his palms before starting on your shoulders. his large, slightly calloused hands adding a delicious pressure to your muscles. you can’t help the moans of approval that slip past your lips.

more spilling as those deft fingers and hands continue to massage over new aches in your body. you could fall asleep like this, with him kneading your skin like dough. and as his hands reach your lower back you find yourself cursing in how good it feels. “mmm kyle- you’re definitely giving me massages more often.” he just chuckles and replies, “only if you make these pretty noises for me, yeah?”

he asks you if you want him to continue, needing permission before he strips you from your sweats. he shushes and placates your worries by slipping a towel under you. you don’t say anything when his fingers graze your tits during the action. just enjoy the feeling of his hands finding your skin again. massaging your ankles, calfs, your thighs.

you have to ignore the pleasure that drums up. the wetness you’re sure is growing between your thighs. and kyle doesn’t seem to mind the possibility of blood, letting his hands work steadily higher and higher up your thighs. you bite your lip, turning your head so you can peer up at him.

his eyes moving from your ass to your face. and there’s that adorable, dimpled smile. it should be illegal for anyone, let alone a man, to look so fucking attractive when smiling. if his slicked up hands that we’re dangerously close to your core weren’t enough to get you wet, that smile definitely is. and he knows it, you can tell by the glint in his eye.

you shiver and turn your head back so you don’t have to see the smile. a shame but you’re trying to control your hormones running through you. that’s when another cramp hits and you let out a pained noise, fingers gripping your duvet. kyle helps lift your hips up and then he’s putting pressure again on your lower abdomen. it feels good, his slick fingers helping alleviate the cramps.

when it’s gone he keeps massaging it for a bit before going back to his previous task.

the massage lasts for some time. kyle taking his precious time to warm up the oil between big palms before moving on to another section of your body. you let out an indignant noise when the next spot happens to be your ass.

“i’m being thorough, you deserve the best massage, pretty. if you’re worried about the stains i can always slip these underwear of yours off.”

and fuck, why’d he have to act so nonchalant about it. his hand already slipping your underwear to one side, kneading the flesh between warm fingers. you relent and lift your hips to help him pull the fabric away. thankful for the towel even more now that you were bare on the bed.

he doesn’t waste anytime, going right into massaging your ass. and if his fingers accidentally graze your puffy cunt, well it was just an accident pretty, he’s sorry. never-mind that when you turn your head again you can clearly see the erection he’s got. your eyes drifting up to his and his hand slipping to graze your cunt again. you let out a sigh, closing your eyes and letting him finish his massage. letting him feel you up, not minding the blood, to his content.

already slipping back into a slumber like state again when he asks if you’ve ever gotten head on your cycle.

possibly, most likely a p2 w just smut and ending fluff

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x you #aforestescape

[i-think-im-gunna]

Firs fic Featuring my oc’s Fennik and Adonis (Don and Fen as they are known in my human au) used the sick fic ai to help write this.

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"Ugh... I don't feel so good..." Fen said sluggishly with a hand on his stomach. Don looked over at him and raised an eyebrow unsure if his companion was faking it.

His expression is skeptical as he leans toward Fen's torso.

"You mean to tell me you've got a stomachache?" His mouth twists into a dry, mocking smile as he takes a step back. "What're your symptoms? A little bit of a fever? Or maybe your stomach's just *grumbling*..."Fen glared at Don and winced as he felt is stomach churn. "What's the deal? Too much food? Too much alcohol? Just how full is your belly?" He moves closer again and, grabbing the hem of Fen's shirt, he pulls it up so he can peer at the skin beneath it. His eyes widen and he snickers. "I'm not even surprised. You've got a bulge of some sort going on in there. Jesus. That can't be comfortable."

"It hurts..." Fen whined, "I feel nauseous. Fuck I shouldn't have eaten so much." as he finishes talking a small burp escapes his lips.

Don realized that he was indeed being genuine. He watched as Fen squirmed in his seat next to him on the sofa. He wanted to see more. He reaches around and places a hand delicately atop Fen's distended tummy. "You don’t look so hot, anything else is bothering you?" He’s annoyed that he's being conned into babying someone who should be able to look after himself. But the little idiot's face is so flushed and sweaty and it's making it hard to remain stoic. "Are... you about to puke?"

Fen's stomach was gurgling. He absolutely couldn't puke in front of Don of all people, his ego would be destroyed. Unfortunately his stomach seemed to have a mind of its own right now as a few more belches made their way out. Fen groaned, "N-no..." he lied.

Don chuckles as he pulls Fen closer, gently. "Come on. Don’t lie to me. Did you really eat so much, your belly's going to explode?" His fingers move from Fen’s stomach to his belly button, a gentle rub. He seems almost excited, felling Fen’s belly gurgle under his hands. "You did, didn't you? You ate to the point that you're about to be sick."

Fen let out a groan at the sudden pressure on his naval. "fuck you piece of shit!" more belches made their way up as Don caressed him around his belly. The nausea grew worse, he couldn’t hold out much longer.

Don gives an amused chuckle. "Easy, easy, man!" He pulls up Fen's shirt even more and uses both hands to rest against his belly. The pressure is soothing and uncomfortable at the same time. Fen seems to grow almost impatient. "What'd you eat?” Don whispers,“ was it the burger? Too much red meat is bad for your stomach. Its okay. You’ll feel better if you just let it out you know." He acts like a nurse, like he can be trusted.

"I-if you keep prodding me like that I'm really gonna hurl..." Fen's face was twisted with sweat and discomfort. He could feel the bile rising up his throat as his stomach contracted violently.

Don moves his hands away quickly as Fen's belly begins to rumble ominously. His tone turns sharp and urgent. "Oh Fen! Are... are you really gonna throw up?!" As if to punctuate his question, another wet belch comes up from Fen’s mouth and the blond man quickly covers his mouth with his hand. Don’s face is pinched with worry. "You need a bucket or something? Or—is there a bathroom nearby?! Hold on!"

Fen lets out a dry heave as Don quickly scrambles to grab a nearby trashcan. Tears well up in Fen's eyes. he cant believe how embarrassing this is. He's going to puke his guts out in front of Don. No way is he ever going to live this down. Fen leans forward as his stomach lurches.

"Oh, man..." He's staring at the poor, suffering boy, face twisted with concern and worry. "You need someone to hold your hair back? Do you?" Fen nods urgently. Don takes a fistful of his long blond hair and pulls it back from Fen’s pale face, while with his free hand he rubs soft circle on his belly.

Fen’s hands grip the edges of the garbage can, his arms spread wide against the plastic as one last burp turns into a stream of vomit.

Don winces at the sound of him puking but doesn't stop comforting him.

"Good... Just let it out, okay? It'll feel better." in the back of his mind perhaps he's a bit worried about his own clothes getting soiled by Fen's bile, but he’s more focused on the state of his friend.

After three more waves of vomit Fen leans back against Don's chest breathing heavily while tears drip down his cheeks. "I feel terrible..."

"It'll be alright." He sets aside the trashcan and wraps an arm loosely around Fen's shoulders. His fingers move absently over his belly, as though trying to offer comfort without encroaching on fen's personal space.

"Do you want... some water? Or a cool rag or something?" He lets out a long sigh of resignation. "Are you... are you feeling better, though?"

"A little..." Fen sighs and burps slightly, "I can tell I'm not done... sorry by the way this must be so gross for you..." He whimpers and buries his face in his hands hoping to hide his embarrassment from Don's gaze.

"Shh..." He tries his best to be soothing, but it makes a little shiver run down his spine to see someone who is usually confident to a fault in all their vulnerable glory. To see him cry like that is even worse. "It's okay, Fen. Can't be helped. I'm fine. I'll get you, uh, something to clean yourself up with. Just wait here." He makes his way out of the Living room and returns with a wet towel. "Here..."

Don takes Fen's face in his hand as he gently wipes his face clean from all the sweat and bile. Fen's golden eyes are all puffy from crying but watch him carefully and shivers ever so slightly at the touch. Don holds onto Fen's face for a moment, his thumb caressing the other side his jawline. The action is more intimate than he intended, but he seems to be in too deep to pull away now.

"Are you alright?" He whispers softly, his voice cracking with emotion. His eyes wander downward, settling on fen's mouth. He can only imagine the sour taste of bile in there. Don’s voice full of concern. It's a little too obvious that he's not used to this; he's used to being tough. A part of him is trying to be as stoic as possible. But he can't help himself. He strokes the back of his fingers against Fen's cheek. "at least you don’t seem to have a fever or anything…”

Fen nods, and pauses a moment blushing and looking away shyly, "would.. would you keep rubbing my stomach...? It's fine if you don't want to since I'm definitely grossing you out but, it felt really nice..."

Don is surprised by this sudden request but not disgusted in the least.In an instinctive movement, his hand returns to Fen's soft, warm belly. The slight movment of his hand as he rubs it makes Fen melt into his arms. His fingertips graze over his sensitive stomach helping him to relax. It's almost hard to believe what a difference a little kindness makes. After a moment, Don sighs and looks Down at Fen, trying to maintain his stoic facade. "Is it... helping?"

Fen responds with a small hiccup and burp, "yeah its nice..." His belly is still gurgling but the pain is subsiding.

Don’s gaze grows a little dreamy now that Fen seems to be relaxing a little. The little gurgling noises that escape his belly are almost hypnotizing. He seems content to sit here a while, just rubbing. He has always found himself bickering with Fen over just about anything, but this sort of gentleness between them is entirely foreign to him.  A moment of silence passes. "You can... You can rest your head, if you want? On... on me, I mean."

And Fen does. Don takes a deep breath as his hand continues rubbing. For a moment, he lets this moment of tenderness wash away any lingering reservations he had about Fen. He looks at all the small pieces of Fen, from the flush on his cheeks and the tears in his eyes to the slight bulge around his midsection. He's a beautiful guy, and Don realizes that there's quite a bit of affection he feels for him.

"Does that... feel good?" His voice is soft, almost like a whisper, and laced with a barely-contained anxiety he hopes he hid well. Fen doesn't respond and its not until Don looks down that he realizes he's fallen asleep.

A smile creeps onto Don's lips in spite of himself. He feels like his stomach is being twisted, like he's being played like a sap, but... it's hard to care when he just looks so peaceful like this. Almost like he could keep touching him forever.

And so he does just that, running his fingers across Fen's soft, bare belly until his arm aches. He decides he can move in a bit closer, wrapping his free arm around the guy to keep him still. His other hand is soon stilling, and his body slowly but steadily drifts off to sleep as well.

#sick fic #emeto kink #emetophilia #vomit mention #vomit kink #vomiting #stomach ache #belly kink #fluff #burp #belching #oc #fen #don #these two are rivals to lovers

[moffincakes]

Fantasy for you, love~ 🥰

You and I would be sitting on the couch, your favorite TV show playing in the background. I’d eventually go to get the door after the doorbell rang to grab the large amounts of food that I’d ordered. Of course it would be only your favs (and of course filled with calories) as the scent of the food makes your mouth water. I have to make several trips to actually get all the food into the living room. The feast lays before you as I’d say,

“How bad do you want it, my darling piggy?”

You’d respond with how badly you want the food in front of you, practically begging for it. I’d begin by grabbing some food, then make my way towards the couch. I’d sit close to you, so that I could hand feed you but still so that you could see the tv that was playing a show in the background. You’d mindlessly eat the food that was handed to you, distracted by the show at hand. Slowly but surely your belly would be swelling and I would coo in your ear what a greedy piggy you’re being.

At some point, you’d begin to feel full, only to look away from the tv screen and notice that most of the food that you’d seen previously filling the coffee table to be gone. You’d verbally question me as to where it went, and I’d respond with a gentle, “You take a guess, love~” pausing for effect, I’d then lower my tone to a whisper and say, “You ate it all like the greedy, gluttonous fatty you are~”. At this, you’d blush profusely, looking down at your now bloated stomach. Parts of you had already seemed to have grown- your thighs, arms, and ass all seemed to have grown bigger. Of course, your belly had swelled up a considerable size as well.

“Are you ready for more, my sweet, round girl?”

You’d be hesitant at this point, considering how full you were, and mumble gently against the idea. But all I would do is place a soft finger to your lips and ask, “You want to grow bigger, don’t you? I promise you’ll absolutely love it~”. You hesitantly agree, and I grab the rest of the food from the table, placing it where I originally sat on the couch. Along with that there would be a funnel along with four fattening shakes of your favorite flavor next to the food. I’d move to sit on your lap in your view of the tv as I’d look at you mischievously. Then, gently tilting your head up to meet my eyes, I’d begin to stuff your face with the rest of the food.

You’d finish the rest of the food, and begin to burp. You couldn’t help it- after all of the food you had just eaten, you absolutely had to relieve the pressure in your stomach. I’d coo about how you’re doing such an amazing job, being such a good piggy for me. “Open up piggy, you still have more~” I’d say, gently placing the tube in your mouth as I’d begin to pour the shakes quickly down the funnel. You’d moan in disbelief, not believing you could possibly fit any more into your poor, aching tummy.

But you’d also realize how incredible it felt to have the shakes rush into your mouth, coating the insides with the sickeningly sweet liquid as it glided down your throat straight into your gut. You could feel it stretching even more than you thought was possible as we moved onto the third shake as you’d grab the tube with both hands, moaning loudly all the while as you’d gulp down the drink, not wanting to stop.

As you finally finished the four shake, I’d put the funnel aside as you’d now become a hiccuping, burpy mess on the couch. You were moaning about how badly your stomach now aches between burps as I’d finally give you the well deserved belly rubs you’d earned. I would rub all around, making sure to especially rub the tight spots with my soft hands to relieve the ache, speaking to you softly all the while, praising you for how well you’ve done. Your swelled up belly would be grumbling and groaning under the firm rubbing of my hands, and I’d laugh lightly about how much it was complaining. My hands would linger on your soft and squishy underbelly, letting my fingers lightly rub there for maximum effect.

At the end of the night, I’d finally say with a small but mischievous grin,

“Let’s do this tomorrow, sweet piggy~”

👀😳

Uhhhh yes pls

[sweetlymawd]

New Feeling

H4nk eats his teammates.

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“Uh, H4nk? It’s D31m0s.”

H4nk grumbled at the sound of D31m0s’ voice in his ear. He was already upset about completing their current mission. And now the smoker decided to bother him? He sighed as he answered the call.

“Yeah?”

“Meet us on the bottom floor by the elevator. We’ve… uh… got a situation.”

“Be right there.”

After he walked back to the elevator and pressed the down button, he heard a noise. H4nk brought a hand to his middle. Great. On top of all that, he was hungry.

The elevator door opened. There was still a dead 4g3nt lying on the floor. H4nk ignored it, stepping inside and pressing the ground button. As the door closed, his stomach growled again, louder this time. Damn, how hungry was he? Wait, did he eat at all today? He couldn’t remember.

Once the door opened, he was surprised by what he was greeted with.

“Uh, hey, H4nk…”

“…What.”

D31m0s and S4nf0rd were in front of him, smaller than they used to be. In height, they only reached up to H4nk’s knee.

“We got… uh… shot by some weird gun,” S4nf0rd said. “And it somehow shrunk us.”

“Yeah, so can you help us get back to D0c so we can figure out what to do?” D31m0s asked.

“…Can’t you do that yourselves?”

“H4nk, neither of us can reach the pedals.”

“…Fine. C’mere.”

The two boys got closer, allowing H4nk to pick them up. He placed them both in the passenger seat of their truck and buckled them in. But before he could turn the key, his stomach growled once more. He groaned.

“Ooh, I don’t like the sound of that. Maybe we should stop by G1l’s on the way back,” Deimos suggested. “I wonder how much of a burger I could eat now…”

“Uh… H4nk?” S4nf0rd asked. “Why are you staring at us?”

“…I got a better idea.”

H4nk slipped D31m0s out of the seatbelt. He brought him close to his face.

“D31m0s?!”

“H-H4nk, I don’t like this! Put me down!”

“Okay.” He pulled his mask off.

“W-w-wait, no!!!”

H4nk’s mouth opened. D31m0s winced at the breath on his face.

“DAMN IT, H4NK!!!” S4nf0rd yelled. “PUT HIM DOWN NOW!!!” He tried to reach the seatbelt buckle, but it was out of his reach.

D31m0s was brought closer to the maw.

“P-please, H4nk… I’m scared…”

“Too bad.”

D31m0s was shoved in head first. He struggled and kicked as H4nk’s tongue glided across his body. He hated the bitter taste of cigarettes, but there was also a bit of sweetness underneath. S4nf0rd couldn’t do anything but watch as his best friend was shoved deeper into the maw. A few big gulps, and D31m0s was gone.

H4nk belched and sighed, hand tracing the new roundness of his gut. “That’s better…”

“COUGH HIM UP!!!” S4nf0rd was in tears. “Just cough him up already…”

“…No. This feels so good…”

He kept struggling in the seat, trying to free himself. Then H4nk grabbed him.

“H-H4nk… just put me down, let D31m0s out, and we can forget about this. I mean, aren’t you full already?”

“I am full. But I can put away more than you think.”

His mouth was open again.

“H4NK, NO!!!”

S4nf0rd tasted much better than D31m0s. Meaty and savory like beef. He kept him in his mouth and little longer before gulping him down. With the final gulp, poor S4nf0rd was sliding down his throat. H4nk felt shuffling in his stomach as it expanded to occupy both of his prey. His belts then snapped, opening his jacket and exposing his stuffed belly.

H4nk felt the punching and kicking inside him. He belched louder, rubbing his full tummy. This feeling was amazing to him. It almost felt like a dream. Wait…

H4nk woke up face down on his mattress. It was a dream. It was all a dream. H4nk mumbled to himself, wishing that it was real. Then the hatch in the ceiling opened.

“Yo, H4nk!” D31m0s’ voice echoed. “S4nf0rd made us all breakfast!” He heard a crunch. “It’s delish! Come on up!”

H4nk got up, stretching. Maybe he’ll get the chance to feel that feeling one day…

#mawedness combat #mawdness combat #h4nk #s4nf0rd #d31m0s #v.ore

[scarlett-vixen]

haha yesss you’ll never be able to escape me!! anyway i have some more rat hcs and then i’m gonna take a lil nappy nap 🍔

Lucifer would love having rats in the HoL because it’s a completely valid excuse as to why satan can’t bring in cats. it’s not like satan can just…not listen either because he cares about MC too!!

“no satan, remember MC’s rats? they would be in danger of getting hurt or worse if you brought a cat into the house. you wouldn’t want something to happen to their pets, would you? they’d be so sad :(”

*grumbling of annoyance and reluctant agreement* “i GUESS”

an MC with rats would be the bane of barbatos’ existence. it’s canon that bro hates rodents, so when the human exchange student brings MULTIPLE into the devildom i think he’d die on the spot tbh. he’s not allowed to do anything about it because diavolo said it was ok, but could you imagine the inner turmoil??

asmo would try to put the rats in little matching outfits. he’d buy tiny harnesses and leashes off akuzon, walk them around while he shops and give them gourmet food like he’s in legally blonde. he has a devilgram account for them. they don’t even belong to him but don’t tell him that because he wholeheartedly believes they’re his babies.

Lucifer would appreciate how clean and low maintenance rats are, imo. i have a mental image of MC coming home from work and going into their room only to see luci standing in front of their enclosure, watching intently as they groom themselves.

also,,,,beel spending time with a rat and it uses its teeny tiny lil hand to hold onto one of his fingers??? he’d die on the spot.

belphie tries to take a nap with the fuzzy potatoes but he wakes up and there’s chewed up scraps of blankets all over the place, the rats are sleeping in the middle of the mess bc they were making a nest

mammon most definitely tries to put tiny sunglasses on them. gets em custom made from majolish and everything

simeon says he loves all of god’s creatures equally but MC holds a rat out to him unexpectedly and he jumps onto the ceiling like a cartoon character (he later warms up to them tho)

Luke VERY SERIOUSLY lecturing the rats about why they can’t eat the dough while he’s baking cookies. simeon and barbatos said it’s bad for their tummies, and if he’s not allowed to eat raw dough then they can’t either!! they do not listen :)

Omg these are all so cute and accurate!? You’re so right though, satan would be upset and then just give up. Now he trains the rats (or tries to) to pull pranks on lucifer and steal from him

Poor Barb :( oh lord imagine Dia is so excited to hold one and is like “LOOK!!! A SMALL FRIEND!!” And shoves it at Barb, poor Barbatos is trying not to scream/vomit and he just lets out a very soft “yes my lord, very small.”

I hope you enjoyed your nap💖

#the void responds #🍔 anon

[langflores22]

Pancreatitis In Cats

If the trouble 'pancreatitis' were a person, he 'd be a grumbly pessimist who makes life misery. When defining pancreatitis, this issue has several various faces as well as results that it's testing to identify where to begin. Enable's start by comprehending what the pancreatic does. What is Pancreatic? The pancreatic is an organ that beings in the front of the abdominal area cuddled up to the intestinal tract loophole (the duodenum) that separations the belly. The pancreas has 2 main tasks, which are developing digestion system enzymes as well as likewise insulin. These 2 chemicals are saved by various cells within the very same body organ (like keeping orange juice as well as also milk in the exact same refrigerator). When the pet cat eats a dish, the pancreas introduces the digestive enzymes, amylase, and also lipase, right into the duodenum, where their work is to absorb food. Like belly acid, lipase and also amylase are extremely destructive as well as require to be kept meticulously. If the leakage into the surrounding cells, they will most certainly absorb that cells-- which is exactly what accompanies pancreatitis. In pancreatitis, the organ becomes irritated, that makes it dripping. This permits the amylase along with lipase to emanate out and also shower the pancreatic in digestion enzymes. Counting on specifically how severe the swelling is, resulting pancreatitis can be mild as well as grumbly (the most normal kind), roughly significant that it's possibly dangerous. What are the Indicators of Pancreatitis? This is where my instance to a grumbly pessimist is readily available given that one of the most regular type of pancreatitis is associated with a rumbly, grumbly, stomach pain. The pain is even worse after the feline consumes (considering that food in the tummy promotes the production of intestinal juices); for that reason, the pet feline goes off her food. The indicators of pancreatitis, exactly how it's identified and additionally dealt with and likewise the duty of diet plan routine|Pancreatitis and also Your Feline Picture: light weight aluminum via Flickr So what might you find if your feline has low-grade pancreatitis? Serene as well as depressed: Pet dog pet cats conceal pain, so a natural response is to seem, "Not fairly appropriate," as well as additionally secure. Absence of food cravings: She connects consuming with pain as well as goes off her food. Disease: Some pet dog cats will undoubtedly vomit or have diarrhea. Fat burning: If her food cravings are poor for enough time, she'll drop weight. I'm defining over "consistent" pancreatitis, which is a lot less severe than the "severe" kind. Serious pancreatitis starts unexpectedly, and also, the feline might be really unhealthy undoubtedly. Serious pancreatitis is connected with substantial swelling, the release of lots of enzymes, and also significant issues such as tiny blood clots setting off body organ damages and also failing. The signs commonly tend to be those of a weak, slow-moving, or possibly fell feline that reveals no price of interest in food, has an unpleasant abdomen, in addition to may regurgitate. Obviously, these signs are quite standard and likewise can develop for various other aspects besides pancreatitis. But whatever the cause, if your feline is undesirable, you need to search for timely vet rate of interest. Precisely Exactly How Usual is Pancreatitis? It's much more common than you might assume. Professionals assume around 75% (yes, three-quarters!) of all felines sustain at least one episode of pancreatitis during their life time. This number is high; nonetheless, the trouble is so modest that the only indication is the pet dog cat's hunger dipping, and also, she after makes a complete recovery. Simply Just How is Pancreatitis Detected? Your veterinarian will certainly be uncertain based upon the animal cat's bad cravings history and also drowsiness, mainly if the front of the feline's abdominal area hurts or extremely painful. The complying with activity is to run blood evaluations to check into body organ attributes and also the body immune system, plus a specific examination taking a look at pancreatic hormone agents' bloodstream levels. The last examination gives a Yes/ No action as to whether pancreatitis is probably or otherwise. If the vet desires to know precisely how severe the problem is, he after that sends out the example to an outside lab to measure the exact leak quantity. Included tests may be crucial, especially if the family pet feline is really ill. Of these, one of one of the most important is an ultrasound check of the abdominal area. This assists the physician seek underlying problems that could cause difficulty, such as a pancreatic tumor or digestive system system inflammation, and also examine exactly exactly how aggravated the pancreas is. How is Pancreatitis Dealt with? Listed below we have a complete spectrum of options, counting on the extent of the trouble. Moderate instances are typically self-limiting along with the feline recuperates with the aid of a pain-killing injection. Many generally see pet cats that are reasonably weak and also call for valuable treatment in the medical facility for a couple of days. This includes hostile discomfort alleviation as well as intravenous liquids to sustain the cat while she's not consuming. Different various other treatments contain anti-nausea medicines and possibly prescription antibiotics, although the last feature in treating pancreatitis is questionable. Does Diet plan Figure In? Forgive me for specifying our canine family members, nonetheless, in this circumstances. They function as a great comparison. We comprehend fat in the diet plan is a considerable risk consider activating canine pancreatitis. Yet this might not put on pet cats. Felines are much more of a trick (normally!). A lot of feline pancreatitis situations do not seem activated by fat, although it does not hurt to feed a low-fat diet program, especially after a serious episode. What activates feline pancreatitis? To be simple, for countless pet cats, it's simply "amongst those factors," as well as a resource is never ever identified. There is a link in between inflammatory digestive tract condition (IBD) as well as liver infections (cholangitis or cholangiohepatitis). In these cases, the means ahead is to solve the IBD and liver condition to decrease the risk of future flare-ups of pancreatitis. And inevitably If your pet cat: "Isn't relatively suitable," such as she's off her food or vomitting, continually look for vet rate of interest. With our feline pals, the quicker they are handled, the faster they are on the fix. chicken soup cat food

#chicken soup cat food #cat food

[lil-pine-mha-drabbles]

Bakugou Katsuki x pregnant reader

Bakugo as a father? Yes.

Will there be a part two? Idk. If y’all want one, I’ll definitely make one. I loved writing this.

Here are some people who inspire me! @alpha-bnha-boys and @random-mha-thoughts

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He was ecstatic when you told him you were pregnant, “Is this a fucking joke, shitty woman?” His words were harsh but you saw the excitement in his red eyes, the pure uncontainable joy at hearing that he’d have a child.

“No, baby.” You cupped his face gently and kissed his forehead as he dove down to your stomach to place kisses all over every part.

He was always in the kitchen, making stuff for your cravings, smiling brightly when you told him that the food was good. He scowled most of the time but you saw the lining of joy around every twitch of his lips.

Only when your stomach started to round was when Bakugou really got all over you. He was constantly stopping randomly from doing different things around the house to kiss you and your tummy and sometimes he would lay you on the couch and talk to the babies. Yes babies. While you might not have had a huge history of twins in your family, there was a small trace and Bakugou was the leaning factor to you having two children at once.

“Baby!! Come feel!” You shrieked to your husband from the living area. You heard clambering from the kitchen and soon your gorgeous love of your life was in your face asking what was wrong.

“Did something happen? Are you okay? Did your water break early!?”

“No, baby. It’s too early for my water to break; feel.” You pulled his strong, scarred and calloused hands onto your stomach and his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m gonna be a fucking dad!” He laid his head on your tummy as you stroked his cheek. His tears plopped on your bump leaving small water stains in their place, soaking into the fabric.

When your second trimester came around you were a lot more moody. You cried and laughed within five minutes and Bakugou was pulling his hair out with how quickly your moods were changing, one minute you were laughing with him and cradling his face, the next you were throwing your shoes at the poor man as he booked it away.

The whole time you were pregnant you felt calm. Even when you were screaming at your partner or throwing a tantrum, you were still so comfortable; it felt like you just ate enough that you weren’t bursting, but warm and ready for a nap.

Bakugou was still the number one hero and he still had work to do. While he was away, you busied yourself with painting little things, making little cloth dolls for your future daughters or sons, though you were certain they were girls, and felt at peace. God forbid you tried to do any physical labor with boo around.

When your third trimester rolled into place, Bakugou took time off to get prepared for his children, you’d think that he’d go down in ranking because he’d be gone, but his fans were super happy that the explosive blonde was settling down and taking care of his family; he stayed number one the entire time he was away, Midoriya not far behind.

You were huge. Like actually. You looked like you were caring Katauki’s entire weight set.

This time around you were calmer then you’d ever been, Bakugou on the other hand, was a mess. He was still excited, but he was nervous and re-packing your hospital bag every other day. His eyes almost bugged out of his head when you peacefully called him and told him your water broke.

He drove all the way from the grocery store and picked you up from out front of your small home.

“Can we get lunch before we go to the hospital?” You asked from the seat beside him, the over night bag on your lap.

“You want to go where??” His vein bulged and he looked at you like you grew another head.

“Can we stop by that little cafe for a bit?” You looked at him and smiled, your eyes closing as you tilted your head.

“Whatever, dumbass.” He grumbled, a blush adorning his face.

And so there you were, both sitting by the window in a cafe, eating sandwiches together. Smiling and chomping down on the two pieces of bread with filling in between. You having to sit backed up from the table with your tummy so large.

“Excuse—excuse me, Dynamite, may I have your and your wife’s autograph?” A nervous little boy asked shyly. Before your husband could deny or except, you grabbed his little notepad gently and signed it with a warm smile. The little boy’s sister held his hand and looked up at you with wide eyes, she couldn’t have been older then five.

“Are you princess? Mommy said you a princess.” The little girls round face with bright cheeks almost brought tears to your eyes on how cute she was.

“No, but you must be, right?” She nodded eagerly. “Well, you take good care of the kingdom, alright?” She smiled and tightened her grip on her older brother’s hand.

You passed the notepad and pen to your husband who signed it with a far-off look on his face.

The little boy walked excitedly to his moms but the little girl clung to your leg and smiled up at Bakugou then ran to her mothers, her blonde curls bouncing in there little pigtails.

You looked at your husband for a while while he looked off into space, when you felt the sharp pain of a contraction you knew it was about time you head to the hospital. So you stood and payed for your meals without Bakugou.

When you waddled back to the table he was still there in the same position.

“Sweetpea, it’s time to go, baby.” You grabbed his arm and gently pulled him out of his seat. You walked out the door with him and his eyes got hit by sunlight and he snapped out of it.

“That was our kid.” He stated no longer glossy eyed.

“What do you mean?”

“That was our future daughter. That’s exactly what they’re going to look and act like. That was them! They’ll have your eye color and my hair and she adored you as much as our gremlins will.” His smiled was broadly proclaiming his excitement as a few tears rolled down his face.

You would’ve hugged him if your contraction didn’t have you roll into yourself. “Ow! Okay let’s get going to the hospital! I’m very much about to have a child!”

The color in his face drained and he ushered you into the front seat.

The trip to the hospital was full of Bakugou yelling on the phone to his best friend about how it was time and how to get to the hospital... he didn’t know where the hospital was and was having a panic attack as you were doing breathing exercises next to him, gripping the car door tightly.

Finally you made it to the emergency room and a few nurses had you sit in a wheelchair and they pushed you to the delivery room, Bakugou’s footsteps comforting you.

Bakugou’s gripped your hand tightly when it was finally time to push, you had been preparing in the room for three hours and it was time for your kids to come out.

You screamed in pain as your vagina was literally being ripped open to make passage for your first child. Sweat dribbled down your face and Bakugou stood tall next to you, not fainting like you thought he would, though, he has seen both your genitals and blood in his life, so you supposed it wasn’t that much of a surprise.

“It’s a girl!” The nurse yelled when a screaming baby was introduced to the world. You slumped in pain as people bustled around you, the nurse quickly cleaned and wrapped the baby up and put the in the hands of another nurse as they waited for you to have your second baby.

“Miss, there seems to be two more in your womb.” The doctor between your legs said nervously.

“What!?” You almost started crying out of how much pain you were in but smiled at the prospect of your husband with three little ones running around,

Bakugou’s face was pretty much void of color and emotion but he kept holding your hand firmly.

The same process was repeated twice, you had about an hour in between each child and came out victorious with three daughters. Bakugou’s arms held two of them while you held one with a proud smile.

The oldest of the three was Bakugou Victoria, she was victorious in her birth.

The second was Bakugou Senshi, meaning warrior.

Lastly was little Bakugou Katrina. Katsuki liked the name and you picked out the other two.

Victoria and Katrina had Bakugou’s honey blonde hair but Senshi had strawberry blonde hair which you didn’t expect at all.

After that and many tears, you were cuddled in your hospital bed, three cribs with sleeping babies to the side as Bakugou held your hand and whispered how amazing you were.

“You were so good, my love. I’ve never met anyone braver. I wouldn’t be strong enough to push out three amazing girls. I love you so much. So much.” He kissed your lips gently after every sentence, showing you his absolute love and affection through sweet words and his lips. You smiled and closed your eyes to fall asleep.

That slumber didn’t last long before Katrina was screaming her head off and woke up Senshi with her loud exclamations, Victoria, however, was fast asleep in her crib snoring slightly.

You opened your eyes to your gorgeous husband with two babes in his arms rocking back and forth, he swayed as he walked trying his best not to accidentally trip over his own feet. You smiled brightly and reached out to him and he walked over to you and handed you Senshi, her red hair and green onesie being the only indicate to her identity.

Those days passed quickly. You and Bakugou barely got any sleep to the three sweethearts as they grew older. Senshi’s big eyes were the first to started following you both around everywhere you went smiling when she saw her daddy’s face. The doctors said she had very good eyesight for her age.

Katrina was the first to start walking, she was constantly confused as to where she would end up, usually in front of a wall, not knowing that you could just turn around and you’d be away from the wall. Her cries would alert you both that Katrina was in front of some wall somewhere, and didn’t know where she was.

Victoria however... well she would run and walk around but she still wasn’t speaking, it didn’t worry you too much but you talked with your husband and he thought that it would be good to ask a doctor.

When you went to the doctor, your suspicions of her being deaf were thrown out the window, thankfully. She was fine, just wasn’t very vocal about herself, though the doctor said that might change over time.

And it did. Victoria turned out to be your loudest daughter, she would scream excitedly and blabber on about something you didn’t understand as the three sat in a triangle on the carpet.

You were making dinner when Bakugou came stomping and and flopped onto the floor and started babbling nonsense to your girls who stared at him with wide eyes, smiles were all around as all four started gurgling unintelligible words.

“Dada, dada, boo... boo, die! Die!” Yes “die”, not the best first word for Katrina, but Bakugou said it enough.

“Lalalala!” Bakugou answered her, his voice grumbling.

Victoria’s arms shook excitedly as she suddenly grabbed her daddy’s fluffy hair and smashed her face into it, slobbering all over it.

“No, sweet girl, let’s chew on a toy, okay?” Katsu was being so sweet lately. He barely swore around the babies and in general had been the softest thing ever.

You smiled at the circle of your four favorite people as they all giggled with one another excitedly.

“Dinner!” You called and Bakugou swooped up all his daughters up and brought them giggling to their high-chairs.

You and he feed the girls the baby food in little bottles and watched Victoria violently spit it all back on your husband.

“Shii-oot!” He cried as he wiped of his face with a baby wipe. You smiled at him when he looked at you and he scoffed, flipping you off making you giggle. Bakugou finished feeding Senshi and Katrina while you got to eat your food.

He was so helpful. Cleaning after his kids, helping you around the house, and on his bad work days he would hold his daughters close to him and release stress as they all babbled words that were becoming closer to actual sentences.

To be continued???????

Edit: it was continued. And more to come.

#anime #mha drabbles #mha headcanons #mha imagines #mha bakugou #mha x reader #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #papa bakugou #daddy bakugou #parenting #parent bakugou #pregnancy #pregnant reader #reader is having triplets #triplets #daughters #cute #babies #cute bakugou

[k-dokja]

Not me thinking that Kayden started to develop a minor size kink after your last post. I am terribly sorry🥲🥲

🥲 Listen, he can literally crush her with his weight alone, this is not the size gap we need. He can sneeze in her direction and she'd fly across the neighborhood.

But also since you mentioned it, we will have to deal with me talking about munchkin form for the reader now.

— You sit at the other end of the sofa while the kittens pile up on Kayden out of fear because if Kayden so much as turned in his sleep, that'd be it for you. Kayden is mildly annoyed at the fact you didn't want to cuddle with him now when you didn't even let him go in your sleep earlier.

“What are you doing? Scoot over, it's warmer here.”

You inch further to the other end of the couch. “No, thank you.”

Cue Kayden became mildly disgruntled at your refusal to get closer. Even Curtin scooted closer despite not joining the pile because there's more warmth there. When you shiver during your nap later on, Kayden noticed and picked you up and plopped you on his tummy. His heart might make a little boppity-bop when you snuggled into him.

— While the three of you took strolls around the neighborhood, you were separated from the other two and got lost into an alley you were unfamiliar with. At least, you couldn't recognize it from the view below. You were in the middle of contemplating turning back to figure out where you were when a stray cat saw you and became aggressive.

Said cat must have believed you were an easy prey to bully with how... fun-sized you were. Naturally, you must defend yourself.

...Which means you extend your claws and hissed with the most menacing posture you could manage. Somehow, it was effective because it sent the alley cat running.

“That’s right! You better run!” You boasted proudly, ignorant to the huge and intimidating cat with the name of Casein Nitrate standing behind you, ignorant to his status as the cat boss of the neighborhood.

— “Baby, what is you doing?” Kayden watched, unimpressed. You were trying for what would be the third time to climb up the sofa and failing again when your leap only sent you hitting yourself face first to the seating cushion.

“What does it look like?” You rubbed your poor furry face while grumbling. However, you were unwilling to be defeated by a godforsaken couch.

You jumped again.

The result didn't change.

Kayden sighed and reached over with relative ease. It took him one swift motion to grab the back of your neck and picked you up from the ground.

“Put me down! I must fight my battles alone!”

“You can fight it alone when you stopped hurting yourself.”

— Watching the rest of the cats eating was... fascinating after you became one yourself. Not that you needed to join in with them, it was funny to watch. That was all.

However, you happened to live with people too friendly for their own good. As the cats surrounded the eating area, you were left on the sideline to do as you pleased. However, Peanut didn't leave you be. Apparently, your tiny form had inspired some levels of protectiveness in the entire family.

Once Peanut noticed you, the remainder of the trio began to surround you, too. They urged you towards the bowls, signaling for you to eat with their eyes and gestures. There was something meowing, too, you understood none of it.

“Really, this is really unnecessary, I don't—” you tried to move away but failed when Cookie nudged you back into the middle of it “—I don't need to eat!”

Your protests were far less effective from a kitten's mouth, apparently. No one took you seriously when you can fit into a teacup.

It didn't even help that Kayden and Curtin were grinning where they stood. The last thing you needed was them taunting you.

Kayden even stopped eating to push his half-full bowl towards you. The bastard.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“Stop acting like a child and eat your dinner.”

— “Shortcomings aside, this form is adorable,” you strutted in front of the mirror, admiring how utterly charming you were.

At least, in spite of the limitations, you didn't turn out half as ugly as the other two were. Blessings where you could take and all that, you guessed. However, it was a pity that you couldn't take pictures of yourself. A grievance you aired without remembering whose company you were in.

“If I had a cat this cute, I'd have taken pictures all the time,” you pressed your face at the mirror, gazing into your own round eyes. Ugh, you were too pretty for words.

“Say less," apparently, the victim of your relentless photographic crimes had overheard what you said.

“What?”

You turned in times for the blue of Kayden's power to color your vision. In front of you was no longer the miffed cat who spent the last fifteen minutes watching you admiring yourself. No, it was something far worse.

Gone was the oversized cat body, it was Kayden Break in his glory. He was big in his cat form but even then, it was nothing compared to Kayden in his full height. While you were paralyzed by surprise, Kayden had fetched his phone and swiped open the camera.

His grin was short of impish. “Smile for the camera, tiny.”

Needless to say, you were not smiling.

#kayden break #kayden break x reader #eleceed #eleceed x reader #fics

[bassy-gassy]

Subject: Eproctophilla, Mommy kink

Mya hummed to herself, proudly stuffing her face with a greasy bag of lays chips. She knows she's not supposed to eat such things, but she couldn't help it.

She was bored waiting for her husband to get home. He was the boss of a brand company.

Some people found him scary, some people found him terrifying, but Mya, she found him adorable. He was her little baby that she could cuddle every night and day!

And right now Mya was in need of a cuddle. Glancing at the clock she squealed, scaring her and her husband's shared cat who'd lazily lied down on the edge of the couch.

It was almost 9 o'clock which means her baby was gonna be home in 2 minutes.

Sooner than she except Mya's husband strode through the front door, muttering something that Mya couldn't make out.

"Baby! Your home!"

The man grinned walking over to the couch to press a kiss to his wife's soft lips only to be interrupted my a loud growl from his stomach. Mya smirked in knowing. "Does my baby need a tummy rub?"

"No, I don't need a damn tummy rub, Mya." He grumbled before his face made a pained expression. Gosh, her baby could be so stubborn sometimes. "Come on sweetheart sit down next to mommy." Mya patted the spot next to her smiling when her husband decided to sit down.

You could practically hear how upset his stomach was, growling and gurgling through his white button-up shirt. Mya's hands immediately placed themselves on her husband's bloated stomach rubbing it in circles.

"Oh, my poor baby! Come on tell mommy what food gave you the bubble guts this time?"

The man seemed to be affected by his wife's hands rubbing over every gas bubble sitting in his stomach. He tensed up his muscles groaning under his breath. "I don't have the bubble guts!"

A glare was sent towards his wife only to be returned with a calm soft smile. "Your tummy says otherwise." She teased. "It's ok darling mommy knows you wanna just get rid of all this gas. Relax baby boy, just let it all out for me."

Without noticing the man began to melt in his wife's words. The stubborn muscle of his loosening as He put his head on Mya's shoulder, brain feeling fuzzy.

As expected for Mya, a low rumble was heard muffled by the seats of the couch.

brrfffft-tttt

The man moaned in relief eyebrows furrowed and mouth gaped open. "Mmh, good boy. I bet that felt good huh?" Mya cooed. "Come on let some more out." She began pressing her hand in his lower abdomen whispering encouraging words under her breath.

pppbbbrnnt

The man mewled burying his head deeper into his wife's shoulder panting on her neck. "Did you forget your manners dear?" Mya taunted.

"cuse me."

"What was that I didn't hear you correctly?"

"S'cuse me."

"A little louder this time baby boy."

"I said excuse me." The man huffed pulling his face from his wife's neck finally looking into her eyes. His cheeks were tinted pink, bottom lip jutted out into a pout. Mya smiled continuously pressing her hand into his stomach.

bbbbrrrappp

"Whew, how can someone so cute produce something so stinky." She playfully fanned her hand in front of her face making her husband pout even more before she pressed on a certain spot of his stomach.

blblblblbrrrrrrp

"A-Ah, right there." He pleaded.

"What's the magic word?"

"P-Please mommy right there! I've been a good boy- nngh!"

prrrpbpbbllrll...rrnnnnnttttt

"h-hah." The man gasped out in release slumping his body onto the couch.

"Mmh, that was a good one, wasn't it." Mya giggled pressing a kiss to the man's forehead. "Hmm, why don't we change into a different position. Get on all fours for mommy."

The man's eyes widen. "You want me to do what?"

Impatiently Mya grabbed ahold of her husband's hands lifting him off the couch before pushing him back down on his stomach earning small farts in the process. "Lift your but in the air."

Confused but intrigued the man lifted his hips cheeks Redding once again. From this position, he could feel all the leftover gas fill his rectum. It was impossible to hold them all in.

blrrrrrrr-rrrmmmpt

"Ah!"

blurrrrrrrrrp

"Mmh!"

rrrrrrmrmpptttt

"Uhh, fuck!"

frrrmmmmmptttttrunnnnnt

"Jesus Christ!"

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, mommy."

#gassy farts #gassy belly #male farts #cuteboys #eproctophilia #mommys brat #adorable #fluff #subdrop #stubborn #fart fic #mommy kink

[grrumbles-galore]

Ok y’all so like, get this: stressed out tummies:

Character A has had a very stressful week, forcing them to work day in and day out with hardly any breaks or significant sleep. With this extra level of strain, A has found their stomach tied into a knot most mornings, feeling almost queasy from how tight it is, resulting in very light meals on top of everything else. They have to muscle their way through each shift, getting a few gentle rubs in when they can to try and ease the discomfort, but it never seems to work for long. By the end of the week, A is grouchy, bummed out, and flat out exhausted, clearly ready for some well deserved rest. The night that they finally get to settle down a bit, B comes over, more than willing to provide any needed comfort for poor A; they’ve watched them struggle a bit too much for too long. A lays down on the couch and curls up into a ball, eager for some good sleep, but also clearly uncomfortable. B gets concerned and walks over. 

“Hey man, you doing alright? I don’t like that grimace on your face.”

“Yeah”, A winces as they readjust their position to glance up at B, “I’m just tired.”

“Well people don’t usually scrunch up like that when they fall asleep, so I’d say something e-“

Suddenly, B’s questioning was cut off by a deep growl emitting from A’s abdomen, causing A to coil further, pressing a hand into their stomach.

“Geez man, no wonder you feel terrible; when was the last time you ate anything?”

A rubbed the back of their neck, “I mean I had a granola bar this morning.”

“Ok, and?” B motioned for A to go on, and A would have loved to, but they were having quite a hard time pulling an answer out of their pocket. They could only remember eating that granola bar this morning, and their stomach had felt so strange that they didn’t want to put anything else in there for the rest of the day.

“That’s it,” A mumbled, beginning to turn a tad red as they averted their eyes to the floor.

“Well that is about to abruptly change,” B replied, turning to their right and heading for the kitchen.

“Ah, B wait,” A began, head now leaning backwards to see B from the couch. “I still just don’t feel all that great, and I really don’t want to get sick, and I want to sleep more than anything right now. Maybe I could just eat tomorrow?”

“A, did you hear your stomach at all? That is the exact cry of a tummy that is sad, overworked, and empty.”

But before A could protest, their stomach gave a small rumble in agreement, leading A to rest their hand over the talkative organ.

“See?” B said with a grin, and turned around to go make dinner.

After about half an hour, B gently walks over to the couch and nudges A awake, telling them it’s time to eat. With a bit of help, A hauls themselves upwards and throws their feet over the edge of the couch, beginning to make their way towards the kitchen. Upon sitting down in front of a fresh pot of soup, the smell wafting up all around them, A suddenly finds a new feeling other than nausea begin to twist in their belly. As B lifts the ladle out of the pot and dumps a sizable portion of soup into A’s bowl, A’s stomach sounds a low rumble, clearly in anticipation, A clenching their hand over it in surprise.

B chuckled, “Alright, calm down, tell your stomach I can only go so fast.”

“Sorry,” A blushed.

“No, don’t be sorry,” B said as they gave a reassuring smile, “it just means you’re hungry.” B slid a bowl full of soup over to A and twirled a spoon in between their fingers before handing it over as well. A smiled back at B before refocusing on the meal in front of them which smelled absolutely divine. Forgetting that they were concerned about getting sick just a few minutes ago, A took their first mouthful of soup with zero hesitation and nearly melted where they sat. Their shoulders immediately sank and their head tilted back ever so slightly as they closed their eyes to savor the explosion of flavor on their tastebuds. The appreciative pause was not appreciated by someone though, as A’s stomach gave another quick grumble as to speed up the process. Thankfully B was too busy eating to have heard, but A had no issue answering its command, forcing themselves to count in between spoonfuls to make sure they weren’t going too fast.

As soon as both A and B were finished, A leaned back in their chair and laid a lazy hand on top of their tummy, feeling that new cozy warmth underneath their palm.

“Need me to carry you to bed, or do you think you can manage yourself?” B teased.

A gave a sleepy chuckle, “Nah, I think I can get it. Need to me to help clean up? I mean you made dinner for me, so-“

“No, you need to go to bed. You’re making me tired with how dark your eyes are. I’ve got this, you don’t need to worry about it,” B said with a warm grin and a wink. As much as A did want to help, they had no issue with the idea of crawling underneath their warm blankets with a full tummy and crashing for the night. So off A went, nearly dragging themselves to their room and slinking into bed, already halfway asleep. As they drifted off, small, content gurgles could be heard every now and then from underneath the covers, and A made small, content hums right along with it

#oops looks like this turned into something huge #hunger #stuffing #situation #stomach growl #first full fic fellas! #hey that was alliteration #fic #text

[raspberrytums]

just a lil ✨hunger scenario✨ i thought of

A driving with their windows down, B in the passenger seat, looking as the cars go by.

A drives by a bakery, and the delicious smells waft in, filling the car with the scent of buttery croissants and fresh-baked scones, the scent of which makes B’s tummy growl.

B winces and puts a hand over their stomach as it grumbles again, wishing they had time to eat breakfast that morning. A puts their hand on their thigh as they pull up to a red light.

“You doing okay, pumpkin?”

“Yeah, just hungry.”

B shrinks into their seat, a faint blush creeping up their face, their stomach letting out another hollow rumble as someone crosses in front of their car, eating a muffin.

A squeezes their thigh, laughing slightly.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. Now let’s go get something for your poor little tummy.”

#tummy grumbles #hunger scenario #hunger drabble #hunger kink #hunger kink blog

[sageinacage]

Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

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“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!slimecicle #my writing

[dangantums]

Sooo, I got a spark of inspiration! This is kind of an angsty Kazuichi fic, so I hope you enjoy it! :’)

Rejection

TLDR: Kazuichi gets rejected by Sonia, and he copes in the only way he knows how.

Love.

Love was something Kazuichi thought he knew. He thought he found the perfect partner. The one that would be at his side during his ups and downs, the one that would go to sleep with him every night, and the one that would look at him at their wedding and say, “I do.” Kazuichi was in love with a princess. Not in a metaphorical sense, a literal sense: miss Sonia Nevermind. He had finally worked up the courage to finally ask her out on a date, despite his numerous flirtatious jokes and hints that she never seemed to understand. He worked up the courage only get heartbroken.

“I’m sorry,” she had said, in her sweet, soothing voice. “I do not feel the same. I hope you understand.”

He didn’t understand. Or, rather, he understood too well. Of course she didn’t like him back, how could he be so stupid? He was a clumsy, dumb mechanic who worked on cars for a living and always smelled like engine oil. He was awkward, perverted and he was not Gundham Tanaka. What kind of woman would like him anyway? Certainly not a princess.

Kazuichi slammed the door to his apartment as he entered it, holding back his tears. He stormed off to the kitchen, immediately walking to the fridge. Kazuichi felt comfort in food; whenever he was angry, he would eat. Whenever he was sad, he would eat. Whenever he was nervous, he would eat. No wonder his jumpsuit was growing tighter around his slightly chubbier stomach and plush thighs.

He swung open the refrigerator door, and grabbed out all the sweet food he could: cupcakes, ice cream, brownies… Kazuichi was particularly fond of sweets. Once he grabbed everything he desired, he shut the door, picked up the food and carried it to the couch in his living room. He threw it all on the coffee table in front of his couch, then flopped onto said couch with a loud, shaky sigh. Kazuichi grabbed the first thing he saw from the table, which was a packaged brownie.

“I’ll just eat whatever I want,” Kazuichi grumbled as he struggled to open the package. “No one will ever love me anyway..! So what if I stuff myself with sweets!?”

Kazuichi choked back some tears as he shoved the brownie into his mouth, then reached over to grab the remote and turn on the TV. He flipped it over to some rom-com he didn’t even know the name of. He let himself mindlessly stuff sweets into his mouth as he watched the TV, only wishing that he and Sonia were the main characters.

Sooner or later, Kazuichi’s stomach let out an upset gurgle. His bright, pink eyes glanced down at his belly, which was now pressing uncomfortably against his jumpsuit. He set whatever he was eating down, and unzipped his jumpsuit to reveal the bloated mass of flesh that was his stomach. He brought a fist to his mouth as a loud hiccup forced its way out of his mouth, then that same hand started rubbing gentle circles around his tummy. His opposite hand reached for the cupcake he was halfway finished with, and popped it into his mouth. Then, he reached back over to the coffee table, only to find that there was no more sweets there.

Now, Kazuichi was alone on his apartment with an upset tummy and no more sweets to comfort him anymore. He finally felt himself give up as he started to cry. Slumping back on the couch, hands grabbing his plush, upset tummy, he cried for a while. How he wished Sonia was here to take care of him and wipe away his tears. But, alas, that would never happen.

“I hate you, Gundham…” Kazuichi whimpered to himself as his hands massaged around his poor tummy. He hiccuped out loud, and he wasn’t sure if that was from his upset belly or his crying. “I hate you..! I hate you!”

#kaz.uichi sou.da #k.azuichi s.ouda #k.azuichi souda #stuffedronpa #stuffed ronpa #fic #angst #hiccups

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval AU

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.

'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage

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<Part 1 <

Part 2

"The Princess is missing! The Princess is missing! Alert the King and Queen! Assemble the Knights."

The door to your chambers burst open before multiple sets of feet raced into the room.

"Princess!" Lady Wanda cried out as she and Lady Natasha ran up to your bed, "Princess!" Your ladies-in-waiting grabbed your bedcovers and drew them back off you, uncovering your head and causing you to groan from the sudden brightness, "Princess Morgana is-"

"In her bed." Lady Natasha sighed. "I'll tell the guards to stop panicking." Natasha picked up her skirts and quickly left your chambers.

You groaned again, opening one of your eyes. "What's going on?"

Wanda tutted, "The castle is in chaos thinking that Little Princess here, is missing." She smiled down at the sleeping four-year-old that was beside you. "Why is she in here again, Your Highness?"

You let out a soft sigh as you carefully slipped out of your bed, accepting your robe from Wanda. "Not sure. But it's every night this week." You looked towards her, sitting down in one of the armchairs that sit in your chambers. "Is breakfast on the way up, I am starved." You rubbed your hand over your tummy as it growled.

"Oh, His Majesty has asked for you to join him and the Queen, along with the Little Princess and Sir Peter."

You nodded, "Very well. I'll bathe first, if I may?" Wanda nodded. You smiled and stood from the chair. You glanced at Morgana. "I'll take Morgana back to her chambers."

"Your Highness, are you sure? Natasha will be back shortly."

You shook your head as you approached your bed. "I'm sure, Wanda. I wouldn't wish the wrath of the sleepy Princess on anyone." You teased before gently shaking Morgana awake. "Rise and shine, Little Princess."

After successfully taking Morgana back to her chambers and to her nanny, you returned back to your own chambers to bathe and dress for the day before joining the King and Queen for breakfast.

"Goodmorning," You greeted everyone as you walked into the great hall.

"Goodmorning, Y/N. Sleep well?" Pepper gave a pointed look towards her daughter making you chuckle.

You sat in between your brother and Peter. "I did. I hope neither of you was worried by our Little Princess' escape?"

Tony let out a heavy sigh as he placed some fruit onto his plate. "Not after the third night of her doing so." He grumbled.

Peter chuckled softly, "At least you won't have that trouble tonight."

Morgana's head shot up from her own fruit. "Why not?" She asked with a small pout. Her head barely visible over the table due to her size.

"Y/N and Peter won't be here, Sweetpea. Remember?" Pepper smiled.

Morgana frowned, "Where are they you going, mother?"

"We're going to Brook, remember? To visit King Steven." You smiled as you buttered your bread.

"Oh," Morgana's brow furrowed as she thought.

"So, dear brother, why the sudden need to have breakfast with all of us?" You asked as you looked up.

"Can I not just want to eat with my family before two of you go off for weeks?" He scoffed dramatically as he picked up a blueberry and popped it into his mouth.

You stared at him in silence, not believing a word he was saying.

Pepper rolled her eyes at her husband's poor attempt of vaguing innocence. "Anthony, you know you can not lie to her," She smirked knowingly making you grin.

Tony scoffed, "Thank you for reminding me, Pep." Tony rolled his eyes, only a little irritated by his wife.

"You are most welcome, my love." Pepper gave both you and Peter a wink as you shared a laugh.

Tony glared playfully at her before he turned his attention back to you. "The purpose of breakfast this morning was so we could discuss your upcoming birthday."

"My birthday?" Your brows knitted together in confusion. "But there is another six months before it."

Tony nodded, "Yes, there is. But, there's the matter of finding you a husband before." He frowned whilst playing with his breakfast. "I'm sorry, Y/N," He whispered.

Silence settled over the table as everyone waited for your reaction, knowing how you felt about the subject of an arranged marriage for your 21st birthday.

"Oh," Your bottom lip pouted as you sat back in your chair. "Have you already chosen? Or are the council still debating who will be the better man to 'beat the respect' into me?" Your pout suddenly turned into a glare.

"Y/N, please," Pepper scolded lightly. "I understand your feelings about this subject but do be careful with your words." She looked down to Morgana with a worried look.

"My apologies."

Tony sighed and placed his hand over the top of yours that was on top of the table. "Please believe me when I say I will not allow them to have any say in this." He reassured you with a squeeze of his hand, "And I most certainly will not allow anyone, to hurt you."

"Me neither," Peter whispered as he leaned into you. "And I'm sure you'll be able to give any bastard a run for his money." He teased making you grin.

"Peter," Pepper scolded, putting a smile on your face.

Although Pepper wasn't a mother to either of you or Peter, she was very motherly towards the two of you. She cared for and loved you as if you were her own children.

"Take a look at this," Tony handed you a piece of parchment.

You looked down at the piece of parchment with multiple names written on. "What is it?"

"A list of possible suitors and eligible men. I thought I'd give you the chance to have your input." He smiled at you.

Your eyes lit up, "You mean I get to decide?"

Tony rolled his eyes dramatically. "Didn't I just say what you get?" He smirked as he reached forwards again and tapped your hand.

You grinned whilst looking at the names. "Thank you, Tony."

He shook his head holding his hand up. "Don't thank me yet, Y/N... You get one month to make your choice."

"Then what?" You asked with a soft frown.

"I have to narrow that list down. Your marriage will help us strengthen our ties with another kingdom," He sighed deeply.

Your eyebrows furrowed deeper as you looked over the names. "King Thor... Prince Loki? King T'Challa..." Your eyes lit up curiously, "King Steven? I thought he'd vowed never to marry again?"

"Uh... that's just to, thicken out the numbers." Tony cleared his throat.

"KING BROCK!" You snapped, your eyes were wide with anger and panic.

Morgana let out a loud gasp. She quickly scuttled off her chair and ran around the table to your side. "Come with me. Please. I have to show you something. Please," She tugged on your dress before dashing off, leaving no room to argue with her.

You let out a heavy sigh pushing yourself up from the table, "He best be to 'thicken out the numbers' also." You whispered. "Peter, let the stables know we leave right after breakfast is finished, please."

Peter nodded with a soft sigh as he met Pepper's worried gaze. "Of course, Your Highness,"

You followed after Morgana quickly as you left the great hall, "Morgana, what is the matter?"

"You're not safe," She called out over her shoulder, not bothering to stop as the two of you passed guards.

You followed her all the way to her chambers where she finally stopped to take a breather before she went to her toy box. You watched her carefully as she retrieved her wooden sword.

There weren't many little princesses with a 'boys' toy, but Tony wasn't interested in stopping Morgana from learning the skills she was interested in. He always knew she'd take after you, you were her hero after all, and if you could strike a sword as good as some of his best knights and shoot arrows to hit perfectly centre of the bullseye, then so was Morgana.

"Take this. It will keep you safe." Morgana held the wooden sword for you to take.

"But I am, safe." You smiled as you took the sword from her tiny hands.

She shook her head with a solemn look in her eye. "You will be with this." She nodded.

"Very well," You sheathed the wooden sword through the golden chain that was around your waist before bowing in front of her. "It would be my greatest pleasure, Your Highness." You grinned as she started giggling.

"Your Highness," A guard stood in the doorway of Morgana's room, "Your carriage is ready."

"Thank you," You smiled politely before you turned back to Morgana, "Come now, Little Princess, I must leave."

She nodded with a sadden look as she took your hand. "I will miss you,"

"Good... I will miss you." You smiled down at her. "Come on. Shall we race?"

"DEAL!"

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Thankfully the ride to Brook was no longer than a day's riding. You were glad, you weren't sure you could handle anything longer. Being left alone with your thoughts and worries of your upcoming nuptials was like a nightmare. Although you weren't really alone, Peter was beside you shifting uncomfortably with the need to say something and Natasha and Wanda were unusually quiet.

"Oh for heaven's sake." You huffed, turning to look at Peter. "Spit it out, Peter."

"I'm afraid you've lost me, Princess." Peter shifted again, looking out the window.

"Do not treat me as an idiot, Peter. I know when you are biting your tongue, and I know when you think Anthony is right." You frowned deeply at him.

Peter groaned, "Permission to speak freely?" You nodded, "I believe you should have given His Majesty a chance to explain. You should know more than anyone that he would not do anything he did not believe was right."

You scoffed, "Always quick to defend him."

"He is our King," Peter argued.

"Not when it comes to this." You snapped. "He promised me I wouldn't be sent away." You sniffled as tears blurred your vision.

"He's not sending you away. You know this must happen, Y/N." Peter placed his hand on top of yours. "He would not let anyone hurt you... His Majesty, loves you, Princess. Why do you think he's given you the chance to have your say. Use it,"

You scoffed, "Damn you..." You wiped your nose on the back of your hand.

"Princess, please," Natasha scolded you as she handed you a handkerchief.

You accepted the handkerchief and wiped your nose. "Deep down I know Tony wouldn't do anything he didn't think was right... but, that one name..." You looked up to meet Peter's equally worried gaze.

Peter nodded, "I know."

You'd both heard the rumours over the years of the type of leader and man King Brock was. It was terrifying to listen to the tales.

You smiled softly as you placed your other hand on top of his, "I'm sorry, Peter."

"Oh my." Wanda began to fan her face as she fainted dramatically onto Natasha. "The Princess apologising. What next?"

"Hush," You giggled. You turned to look out the window at the passing scenery, letting out a breath of air. You reached up and banged the roof with your fist, "Driver?" You called out.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"How long until we reach the castle?" You inquired.

"Less than an hour, give or take, Your Highness."

You smiled to yourself. "Would you please stop the carriage?" You asked in a polite manner.

"Yes, Your Highness." The driver answered and slowly stopped the carriag

"Princess?" Peter frowned at you confused.

You smiled over your shoulder as you opened the door, "I wish to ride horseback the rest of the way."

"I don't think that is a good idea, Princess." Wanda gave you a worried look.

You took the hand of a knight and with a thank you, you stepped out. "That is why we must do it." You giggled. "Come, Peter, we shall race."

Peter rolled his eyes with a playful grin as he followed after you. "As you wish, but do not think I will be easy on you."

Natasha scoffed playfully, "You are a fool if you think she will not beat you." She winked at you before closing the door behind her. "That boy still has much to learn,"

Wanda hummed, "All men do,"

#steve rogers #King!Steve Rogers x reader story #King!Steve Rogers x reader #Medieval au avengers #king!steve rogers x reader #King!Steve Rogers smut #marvel #chris evans #steve rogers x reader #Knight! Bucky Barnes #Knight!Sam Wilson #King!Tony Stark #King!Steve Rogers x Princess!Stark!reader #Medieval Au #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #Chris Evans #Marvel #Captain America #marvel au #Steve Rogers x reader story #Steve Rogers x reader smut

[fluffy-lee]

Peace and Love

Part 9 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Avengers enjoy a relaxing day at the cabin. Y/n notices Steve seems a little off and hopes to cheer him up. 

You woke up bright and early, feeling extra happy today. How could you not be happy on a beautiful, sunny day on Vacation? You rolled over to see Nat peacefully sleeping, and you wanted her to wake up, but you knew better than to wake a sleeping Natasha, so you tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door, and proceeded to get ready for the day. When you were all ready, you went downstairs to find only Wanda and Vision awake. They were cuddling on a sunny spot on the couch by the window. 

   “Good morning, Y/n.” Vision greeted. 

   “Good morning!” You grinned. 

   “Did you survive last night?” Wanda asked, a grin on her face. 

   “Barely.” You answered with a blush.

Wanda and Vis chuckled. 

  “Can I get you some coffee, Wanda?” You asked. “I’d offer you some, Vision, but…” 

Vision grinned and poked your side as you walked by, making you squeak. 

  “I’d love some!” Wanda said. 

  “The usual?” You asked. 

You knew just how Wanda liked her coffee. You were the Avengers’s “little barista,” as Tony called you. You knew what each of them liked for their coffee. Steve jokes that it’s the only reason they kept you. 

  You made Wanda her coffee, and had the idea that you’d wake your dad up for another canoe ride. You handed Wanda her coffee, and went up the stairs to Bucky, Steve, and Sam’s room. You knew if you woke them all up, there might be hell to pay, but just Bucky was safe. 

  You quietly entered the room to see only one out of the three was awake. Steve was propped up on his bed, sketching. He looked over at you with a soft smile, and wiggled his finger in a “come here” motion. You walked to him, trying your best to be quiet. 

  “You need something?” He whispered. 

  “I was gonna wake him up for a canoe ride.” You pointed at sleeping Bucky. 

  “Oh okay.” 

  “What are you drawing?”

Steve turned his sketch pad around to show you that he was drawing the view out the bedroom window. The mountains and trees. 

  “It’s beautiful!” You whispered. 

  “Thank you!” Steve mouthed. 

You turned and walked to the side of Bucky’s bed. You got nervous to wake him and looked at Steve who raised his eyebrows with a nervous smile. You bit your lip and gently shook him. He didn’t wake up. You shook him more aggressively and he finally woke up startled and furrowed his brows at you, 

  “What are you waking me up for?” He groaned. 

  “To go on the canoe?” 

Bucky stretched, and much to your surprise, snatched you up and brought you into bed to snuggle you. You giggled and snuggled into his chest. 

  “It would be nice, but I think I’m going to stay here all day and you’re stuck here with me.” He teased some more. 

You smirked and poked around his chest and neck, making him crack up a little. 

  “Okahahay off you!” Bucky protested, prying your hands off him and sitting up in the bed with you in his arms.  

  “Well I guess it’s time to wake up then!” Sam grumbled, getting up out of bed and stomping to the bathroom. 

You giggled and Sam heard. He slowly turned around while you shut your mouth nervously. He pointed at you warningly. You didn’t move a muscle. He carried on to the bathroom when he saw you got the message. You smiled up at Bucky and he chuckled. He stood up out of bed still holding you, and then set you down by the door. 

  “I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.” He smiled. 

You nodded and gave Steve a smile before you left, which Steve returned. 

…

 You and Bucky had an amazing time out on the lake. You enjoyed this one-on-one time with him. He told you stories about his past, before the war. You absolutely loved to hear his stories. You had loved getting to know him. Whenever you told him stories about your past, you noticed how it made him upset, so you mostly told him your happiest memories, many of which were with your mom. Those memories definitely made him happier than the others, but he still liked to hear them all, because he liked getting to know you. 

Bucky rowed the two of you back to shore, and you walked up the hill, side by side to the cabin. Steve was sitting out on the deck reading, and you threw your arms around his neck lovingly. You noticed he was a little quiet today, but you didn’t understand why. He looked at you with a soft grin. 

   “Pepper made cinnamon rolls.” Steve smirked. 

You gasped and ran inside, making him laugh. 

  “Y/n! Pepper made cinnamon rolls!” Peter shouted, holding up his cinnamon roll he was eating.

  “I heard!” 

 You got a cinnamon roll and climbed into the stool and sat next to Peter at the bar. 

Tony walked in and kissed Pepper on the cheek. 

  “Good morning, Rugrats.” He said to you and Peter. 

  “We’re not babies.” Peter grinned, rolling his eyes. 

You looked at them confused. You didn’t get the reference. 

  “So Tony, this new game came out today and I was wondering if I can buy it on the PlayStation?” Peter asked.

  “Sure kid! Today is a pretty chill day. We’re going to town for dinner tonight, but that’s all.” Tony answered.

  “Oh awesome! Thank you so much!” Peter exclaimed, finishing his cinnamon roll and patting your head before dashing to the front living room. It was a little more of a formal room, mostly everyone hung out in the family room, but Peter preferred this one because he didn’t want to hog the TV. He planned on playing the new game all day long. He had been waiting for it to come out for some time now. 

  The day wasn’t very eventful, but it was very relaxing. You sat out on the porch and talked with everyone (except Peter who was still inside) for several hours, before you, Thor, Nat, and Bucky decided to swim. Steve, Vision, and Wanda lounged by the pool to talk and watch you all swim. Pepper and Tony took the boat out and had a picnic. 

   After swimming, you showered and got ready for dinner. It was late afternoon and you were laying on the couch next to Peter watching him play his new game he was quite addicted to. After a while, Steve came in. 

  “Hey we’re about to leave. Tony sent me in here to get you guys.” Steve explained. 

  “Um I’m not really hungry. I think I’m just going to stay here.” Peter shrugged, eyes locked to the screen. 

You looked from the screen to Steve, who was looking at Peter. 

  “Tony told me you’d say that. Family dinner is mandatory.” Steve shrugged. 

  “Just tell him I’m busy. He’ll understand.” Peter said absentmindedly, fingers twiddling the controller. 

  “Well, he also told me that if you didn’t listen…” Steve trailed off. “I should do this.” 

Next thing you know, Steve tackled Peter on the couch, and began tickling his sides and belly. Peter laughed and shrieked, dropping the controller to the floor. He curled in on himself while Steve launched his hands to Peter’s extremely ticklish armpits. 

  “Does this change your mind, Queens?” Steve asked teasingly. 

You burst into jealous flames. 

   You hadn’t been tickled all day and you were in quite the mood to be, especially by Steve, who seemed a little distant today. Your face turned bright red and you wanted him to get you instead, even though you adored the sight. Squealing and flailing Peter was priceless. 

  “Okay Steve! Let him go. You don’t have to keep tickling him so much. He gets it.” You spat, arms crossed. 

Steve looked over at you, slowing his tickling on poor Peter, to make sure it was really YOU that was speaking to him in such a tone. He observed your expression and tilted his head at you. 

  “Looks like somebody is jealous.” Steve teased, meanly calling you out. 

You tried to hide your sheepish grin but it was impossible. 

Peter caught his breath and pushed the now distracted soldier off of him. 

  “I’m going to get ready now.” Peter panted, recovering from the unexpected tickle attack. 

  “You do that Peter.” Steve replied, not taking his eyes off of you. 

You held a throw pillow to your chest nervously. 

  “Why are you so jealous? I tickled you all the time!” Steve asked light-heartedly, rolling his eyes with a shrug.

  “I am not jealous! I was just looking out for Peter!” You lied miserably.

  “Oooh alright. I get it. Well, we aren’t leaving for another thirty minutes anyway… and I can do this all day.” Steve said, cracking his knuckles and strutting toward you. 

You knew what was coming and it was exactly what you wanted, but now you were very flustered and nervous and you felt like running away, but it was too late for that. Steve dragged you to the middle of the couch by your ankle and snatched the pillow away. You giggled and instinctively covered your torso. Steve looked down at you with a playful grin and went right for ribs. Your giggles didn’t hesitate and you squirmed around, both sides of your rib cage trapped between his large hands. You laughed so hard that your laughter turned silent, so Steve let you breathe. Steve wiggled his fingers above your belly. 

  “Do you want some more tickles, Y/n/n? Cause you’re my favorite person to tickle! Just tell me if you want more tickles and I’ll keep tickling you!” Steve teased ruthlessly, purposefully saying the word repeatedly to get at you. 

There’s no way you could just answer “yes” so, you tickled him back, making him chuckle. He quickly caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. 

  “I’ll take that as a yes!” He exclaimed before tickling your tummy.

You let out your famous belly laugh and Steve smiled ear to ear.

   “Ohohoho there’s that laugh! Tickle tickle tickle!”

   “STEHEHEHEVE! NOHOHO! Sohoho mean!” You cried, flusteredly. 

   “Aww, so all of a sudden you’re embarrassed? This is what you wanted, is it not?” Steve teased some more. 

You quickly covered your face with your hands. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

  "Don't hide from me!" Steve began as he tickled under your arms, causing you to shoot your arms down. "I can't see your cute wittle blushy face!" 

  You could not believe this was Steve talking to you right now. 

  “Why are you blushing? I’m just tick-tick-tickling you!” He said through gritted teeth, curling his fingers with each “tick.”  

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips. 

   “I have a question for you, Y/n/n.”

   “OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHO!”

   “Who is your favorite Avenger?” He asked, tickling gentler, but giving you a warning look. 

You giggled and actually thought about it, and then gave him a little smile. 

  “No answer? I’ll just get your feet then!” He declared, stopping the tickling on your neck and catching your flailing left ankle. “Beeetter answerrrr!” He wiggled his fingers above your foot. 

  “Iron MaaahaaHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAAHA!”

Steve scritched the arch of your foot and you lost it. He had an angry expression on his face after hearing such an answer. 

  “HOW DARE YOU?” He boomed. 

  “CAHAHAPTAIN AMERICAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHP!” You cried through your laughter.

Steve quit and dropped your ankle only to grab the other foot with a smile. 

  “Look at this cute little foot! You have the cutest little feet!” He sang. 

You caught your breath from all the laughing and that flustered look on your face only got stronger. You knew Steve wasn’t done with you yet. 

You looked up at him, shyly covering your cheeks with your hands. 

  “They’re like miniature versions of Bucky’s feet! And just as ticklish!” Steve quipped, now tickling your right foot while you laughed and tried to kick, but Steve had you, so you had to just take it. When he got bored of tickling your foot, he leaned back a second and tapped his chin as if he was thinking. 

  “Who are you and what have you done with Steve?” You growled, jokingly.

Steve didn’t say anything. He just pursed his lips and widened his eyes at you for only a second. Uh-oh. This can’t be good. 

 His hands suddenly latched to your thighs, catching you by surprise, making you jump. Steve chuckled at that. 

  “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STEHEHEVE NOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” You yelled through your laughter. 

Steve squeezed repeatedly, tickling the daylights out of you as you ineffectively thrashed. 

  “What’s not fair? I don’t get to tickle your thighs enough, THAT is what’s not fair!”

You gripped his wrists and tried to push him off. You just couldn’t stand how much it tickled. It felt like so long before he let go, and you barely had time to recover before he was kneading into your very sensitive hips. Super high-pitched giggles now came out of you, making Steve bark out a laugh. After a minute or so, Steve saw your cheeks were still very flushed, so he stopped his tickle attack. He laid the back of his hands on your cheeks, and chuckled when he felt they were warm. 

  “Are you okay?” He asked. 

You nodded with a smile. Your cheeks were hot from the flusteredness and the laughter. You really liked that feeling. 

 “You never fail to make me smile, Y/n.” Steve mused.

You sat up to look at him, who was now sitting next to you on the couch. He looked back at you with a soft smirk. 

  “What’s been on your mind today, Steve?” You asked seriously, even though you had just been wrecked. 

  “You know me so well…” He started, shaking his head. 

  “Of course I know you so well! You’re like, well I don’t know... a dad to me.” You explained. 

Steve was caught by surprise by your sentence. He tilted his head slightly and stuck out his bottom lip at you, as if to say awww and his eyes were filled with adoration, and a little bit of teasing. 

You looked down and played with your hands shyly. 

  “Bucky is my dad, and I absolutely love him, I don’t mean to downplay that at all-” You rambled, before being cut-off. 

  “I know what you mean.” Steve said sweetly, pulling you into a side hug. “You’re so sweet Y/n/n!” 

You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. You were like a daughter to Steve, but he never thought of it that way. He never took the time to realize, because he was so focused on making sure you and Bucky could be together. He wanted Bucky to have his daughter, who would bring him hope and purpose again after 90 years of hell, and through all that fighting, Steve became so close with you and you two just bonded like no other, and finally, looking down at you now, Steve realized the very reason you two had this special relationship, was because you are his best friend in the world’s very flesh. It was so clear! How could he not realize that? All he ever knew is that he loved you very much.

   You looked at Steve’s face, oblivious to what he was so deep in thought about. Finally, he spoke. 

   “Y/n, I have just been missing my mom today. I had a dream about her last night, and I’ve been thinking about how she would love this place.” He sighed.

  “Oh…I’m sorry. I miss my momma too, a lot. She would’ve loved this place too. I would’ve loved to meet your mom, Steve.” You said, sorrowful. You weren’t quite sure what to say just then, but you knew how he felt. 

 Before Steve could say anything else, Tony called for everyone to head out for dinner. Steve gave you a soft smile as you both stood up from the couch. You walked alongside him down the hallway.

  “You know, Steve,” you started, halting in your steps. Steve did the same, looking down at you. “it’s such a good thing to miss your mother. It’s so good, even though it hurts. It means you love her that much.”

Steve sighed and smiled down at you. You had managed to really lift his spirits today. 

   “Thank you, Y/n… I love you.”

   “I know!” You quipped, lightening the mood.    

Steve snatched you up baby style, making you squeal, and tickled your belly all the way to the van. 

…

   “There they are!” Tony announced as Steve walked up with you to the van, still holding you and tickling you. “What did she do?” Tony giggled at your state. 

  “She was being trouble! Like always!” Steve teased. 

  “What’s new?” Vision smirked, walking up next to you. 

Your jaw dropped to the floor at that. 

  “Ihihi- I’m not troubl- well. More recently…” You admitted, referring to last week’s antics.

Steve and Tony raised their eyebrows at each other. 

  “Hah! Gimmie a piece, Cap!” Tony demanded, wanting to tickle you himself. 

Steve held you up for him. 

  “Nohohooho HAHAHAHAH!” 

Tony dug into your sides and blew a raspberry on your neck. 

  “Ihihihi don’t thihihink I can take much more.” You said, shaking your head when Tony let up. 

Steve chuckled and set you down in the van. You sat between him and Bucky. You slept on Bucky’s chest the whole way to the restaurant. 

…

  You were all sitting down eating at the restaurant, having conversations amongst each other. You sat between Nat and Bucky and across from Thor and Peter. You, Thor, and Peter were gushing, having a stupid conversation about “who would win in a fight? Blank or blank.”

  “Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention. 

  “WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh. 

  “Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly. 

You gave him a challenging smirk. 

  “Y/n, when we get back to the cabin, you need to show Thor that new move we’ve been working on.” Nat grinned. 

  “Good idea. I need to practice it anyway, might as well practice on a god.”

…

It had already started raining when you headed back to the cabin, and was pouring by the time you arrived. Everyone ran inside and you plopped back on the couch to watch Peter play his game, but with a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, the power was out. It was getting darker by the minute and though Peter begged Tony to fix it, Tony claimed he couldn’t, not out here. Tony handed you and Peter each a flashlight. Pepper went around the cabin lighting candles. Steve, Bucky, and Sam sat in the front living room, and everyone else sat at the table, drinking tea. 

  “Remember that hide and seek game you two used to play?” Tony asked. 

Butterflies instantly rushed to your tummy. 

  “You mean Hide and Seek: Tickle Edition?” Peter asked, wiggling his fingers at you. 

  “Yes! That one! You two hide and whoever I find first…” Tony started, wiggling his fingers at the two of you. “Whoever is not found gets to be the seeker.” 

You thought it was so cute how THE Tony Stark was about to play Peter’s game with you. Peter showed you this game after you two started spending more time together. He said that his Uncle Ben used to play it with him.

  Tony faced the wall and began counting while you and Peter scurried off. You desperately looked for a good hiding spot and were running out of time, so you hid on the side of a nightstand in Peter and Thor’s room. It was not your best work, but you hoped he’d find Peter first. 

You looked up out the partially opened window and watched the rain fall through the trees, and listened, and smelled the air. It was like heaven. You took a deep breath, at peace. You loved your life, and you loved this place, and that’s when you felt the first twinge in your heart at the thought of leaving on Friday. Everyone would go back to their crazy lives, and who knows what could happen next. Aliens, androids, wizards? You just wanted to keep them all here forever. Safe, hidden in the mountains. You always wanted to protect them, even though they were the ones doing all the saving. You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Peter’s laughter. You won this round, so you stood up and walked to the sight of Peter being tickled to pieces by Tony on the hallway floor. 

  “You two better hide!” You smirked and began counting. 

You searched the cabin and soon found Tony hiding behind a door. 

  “Behind a door? Really Tony?” You teased. 

He sighed in defeat. 

  “Alright let’s get this over with.” He said, raising his hands in the air. 

You tickled Tony’s belly and he hunched over in laughter and you just pulled him into a hug. He tilted his head in surprise and hugged you back and kissed your head.  

   It was Peter’s turn to find you and you were quite nervous. You hid in you and Nat’s shower and it brought back so many memories of when you two used to play this game. Several minutes passed and Peter suddenly swung open the shower curtain, making you squeal. 

  “Mwuahahaha! I gotcha Y/n/n!” Peter laughed evilly, and threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed. 

  “Tickle time!” He teased and dropped you to the bed. 

He pried your arms away from your torso and immediately began tickling your tummy while you squealed and laughed. 

  “Ticky ticky ticky!” Peter said over and over while his fingers danced across your tummy, sides, and ribs. 

You threw your head back in laughter when he zeroed in on your belly button. 

  “Awww I forget you have such a ticklish lil belly button!” Peter giggled, and used the opportunity to blow raspberries on the front of your neck, a spot only he knew about. 

You squealed and laughed freely, the biggest smile on your face. 

  “Go hide!” Tony called from the other room, making you and Peter look at each other nervously, before running your separate ways. 

You hid under the table, gripping onto Thor’s calf. Turns out, this wasn’t the best spot because it didn’t take Tony long to find you at all. 

  “Get out from under there, Y/n!” Tony ordered. 

You obeyed, but made a run for it. Tony chased you down the hall and caught you. 

  “You just made it a thousand times worse for yourself. I hope you know that!” Tony chuckled and dropped you on the couch and didn’t hesitate to tickle your underarms while you laughed so hard your abs ached. 

  “This is what you get for running from me, you little cheater!” He teased, as his fingers danced down to your ribs and you squirmed and tossed around, so Tony straddled you and your laughter only increased. Next thing you knew, he placed his “claw” on the middle of your tummy and began shaking your tummy. This always tickled you so bad and your famous belly laughter found its way to your smile. Tony laughed along with you at that. He thought that was so cute. 

  “You are so cute, Y/n!” He complimented. “I’m gonna give you raspberries for that.”

Your eyes went wide and his lips met just above your belly button and he blew the fattest raspberries, making you squeal and your laughter went silent, which happened when something tickled you really bad. After several raspberries, Tony sat up and kissed your cheek and you both laughed. Then, the power came back on and everyone cheered. 

  “Y/n’s laughter brought the power back on!” Pepper teased and you blushed. 

Later in the evening, you, Nat, and Thor stood in the living room.

  “Alright, Y/n. Show him what I taught you! Use your legs, NOT your back.” She instructed. 

You ended up flipping Thor on the floor and his handsome laughter poured out of him. Everyone else who was watching cheered and clapped. 

  “Amazing, Y/n!” Steve praised. 

You smiled and bowed. 

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs. 

  “Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said. 

  “NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied. 

  “Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck. 

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad. 

  “Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!” 

  “Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt. 

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck. 

   “These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides. 

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing. 

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment. 

   “Aww I bet Peter wants us to do that to him, Tony!” Steve sang, just to embarrass Peter. 

  “Absolutely not!” Peter said, red-faced. Truly, he wouldn’t mind, but it made him quite flustered being called out like that. 

Tony tackled him to the couch and Steve joined. Tony tickled the screaming Peter’s belly while Steve got his ribs, sending him to tickle hell. 

  “YEAH TICKLE HIM!” 

  “TICKLE HIM UNTIL HE CRIES!”

Bucky and Sam hollered.

You were finally set free by Nat and Thor, and you rolled off Thor onto the carpet, catching your breath, with that warm feeling in your tummy. You looked over to see the cuteness that was Peter being tickled, and this time, you weren’t jealous. You definitely had your fill for the day. 

…

When you were ready for bed, you knocked on Sam, Bucky, and Steve’s door. Steve opened the door, shirtless and in his blue flannel pajama pants. 

  “Heeey dorito!” You sassed.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. “What do you want?”

  “To see you guys, especially Dad.”

Bucky bumped Steve’s out of the way with his hip, making Steve cackle and run into the wall. You giggled at that. 

  “Come here, cutie!” Bucky said, swooping you up from under your arms and bringing you into the room, giving your kisses on your cheek. Sam was laying in his bed with his laptop and headphones in, but smiled at you. 

  “Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked your dad. 

Bucky dropped you on his bed. 

  “Can she Steve?” Bucky asked. 

 “I don’t care.” Steve shrugged casually, standing outside the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.  

  “Sleepover!” Bucky cheered. 

  “DID SOMEONE SAY SLEEPOVER?!” Peter yelled, rushing into the room. 

  “WOO HOO!” You cheered.

Bucky and Sam went wide-eyed. 

  “I CALL SLEEPING IN SAM’S BED!” Peter announced, jumping into an “angry” Sam’s bed. 

  “OH HEEEELL NO!” Sam yelled, kicking the giggling Peter out of his bed, while you, Bucky, and Steve clutched your bellies laughing. 

  “Nah I’m just messing with you. Thor and I are going to watch a movie.” Peter said. “I just came to say night night!” He ruffled your hair and you said goodnight to your best friend. 

  You snuggled up to your dad and he snuggled you back before turning out the light. 

  “Your feet are freezing, Y/n!” Bucky exclaimed in the dark. 

You giggled a funny giggle, which made Steve, who just walked out of the bathroom into the dark, giggle and now the two of you went back and forth giggling. 

  “I guess we’re not tired!” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes.

Steve turned on a show and crawled into his bed. 

You soon fell asleep in Bucky’s arms. Steve and Bucky exchanged a smile. Steve turned off the TV, and soon everyone was asleep. 

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