#littlesister!reader

[puppylovecampbell]

asking your big brother to be your trip sitter and ending up in his lap cockwarming him while he talks you through every second of your high as it piques

[oscars-wifeyyy]

I'll Be There For You

This is something that I wanted to write since I've been thinking back on my life in a toxic household when I was younger. OlderBrother!Robby x LittleSister!Reader (Might make this a series for Jack Abbot because brother's best friend trope hits me in my heart)

It was another day in hell. I'm a 25-year-old still living with my parents because I was still in school to become a lawyer. Tonight, my brother, Michael, had come over for dinner, and I had some in later than I wanted because I was at the library studying. I walk in and see all of them just sitting at the table, so I quickly go to my room and put my bag in my room. When I put my bag in my room, I see my mother and father looking at me with anger.

"You couldn't just be on time for dinner, you ungrateful brat!" my mother yelled.

"I was studying at the library. My BAR exam is this weekend," I whisper.

"No excuses!" my father yelled.

After hearing the yelling, Michael ran up the stairs and saw my tear-filled eyes and my parents yelling at me.

"Whoa! What is going on?" Michael asked.

"None of your fucking business, Michael!" my father yelled, "This ungrateful brat just couldn't be on time for once in her fucking life,"

"Dad! I was studying at the library! You cannot fault me for that! I needed to study!" I yell as I sob.

"Ok, ok!" Michael pushed himself between my parents and I, "Kid, why don't you pack your stuff, you're staying with me, ok?"

I hiccup and nod, going into my room to pack.

"Dad, you will not talk to (Y/N) that way! She was studying for the exam! There is no way I will let you talk to her like that!" Michael yelled.

"She will not stay with you!" our father yelled and tried to push past Michael.

Michael stood his ground and pushed him back firmly, coming into my room and locking the door. He sat next to me on my bed and sat as I cried my eyes out.

"I fucking hate this house and the toxicity," I sob, "Tell me you actually meant it that I can stay with you,"

"I meant every word, baby sis," Michael whispered.

I immediately launch myself into his arms and wrap my arms around him, "Thank you,"

"Of course," Michael whispered into my hair, "Come on, let's finish packing and we can head out,"

I nod, and we pack the rest of my stuff. When we leave, our parents were waiting at the front door.

"Don't you dare fucking come back. The both of you," our father glared at us.

"Wouldn't fucking dream of coming back in this toxic fucking household," I glare back and rush outside to Michael's car. We throw my things in the trunk and head out to his place.

[thvkei]

hi kira! me again lol

I got this idea while trying to sleep last night but what if the haitani brothers had a sister (maybe their twin? like rindou or ran's twin since they're different ages) who's deaf? and if tenjiku meets her, how will they react?

- love Ria ✨

IMAGINE ME, BUT TWICE !

ft. rindou, ran, izana, kakucho, shion, hanma, kokonoi x fem!reader

genre. sprinkle of angst, fluff, headcanons

notes. HI RIAAA<3 this was so cute my heart hurts :,)) + this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you're a minor.

growing up with a disability with your two brothers took not only great hardships, but also a huge amount love.

in your case, you were born hard-of-hearing and was completely deaf by the time you were three.

being rindou's twin sister was something you'd always known. you'd never known a life outside him, and your older brother, ran.

you and the boys had a rough childhood. your parents were bums, resulting in the three of you deciding to make a life for yourself at the measly ages of 12 and 11.

ran was only 1 when you two were born, but he quickly began to grasp that you didn't respond to his voice like rindou did. it hurt him deeply, especially more so when your mother refused to attend any type of therapy or sign language lessons.

so, as soon as he was able to, he took it upon himself to learn how to attend to yours and rindou's needs. it was hard. extremely. but he couldn't let you be treated the way he was. neglected and alone, ran fought to keep the two of you safe under the so called 'guidance' of your two useless parents.

by the time he was 10 and you and rin were 9, you developed your own methods of conversation.

as most kids make fun of things they don't understand, such as disabilities, you were teased for your voice from a young age - which caused you to shy away from speaking and only rely on writing and sign for communication.

meeting new people was hard, but, under the protection of your two big brothers, no one dared question you or your lack of speech. any one who did or had previously was left with a broken nose - at least.

due to growing up with them, it was almost a given that you would adopt their attitude. how someone could convey so much sass through their expressions alone, the brothers weren't sure. but they loved it; they loved how you expressed yourself regardless of other people's opinions, even if sometimes it was at their expense.

you'd also, thanks to years of practice and close observation, taught yourself how to lip read. it's always funny when you would appear out of nowhere during, well, what they assumed was a private conversation, and easily answer any inquires or issues they were facing despite not asking you directly.

of course, you knew they were delinquents. and good ones, at that. even though their lifestyle was dangerous, you were drawn to it, naturally. seeing how much fun they had always enticed you, especially since you'd spent so many years of your life living under the armor they forged themselves.

the boys knew you were strong. they'd taught you everything they knew over the years. so when you asked them if you could join tenjiku and fight by their side and they refused, you responded by wrapping your legs around your older brothers head and slamming him against the ground.

yeah, they changed their minds pretty quickly.

tenjiku wasn't aware of the haitanis' little sister until they were face to face with her, staring in confusion at the little girl who closely resembled their cogent executive, rindou.

izana tilted his head at you, staring in confusion. this was the powerful up-coming new member of his gang? a girl?

"she may be deaf, but trust me-" ran smirked, standing at your side with his arms folded. "she gets what she wants."

it was ironic, really, how good you were at convincing people. it had been a skill you'd never lacked in. when you wanted something, you got it. and you prided yourself in that fact.

kakucho is immediately drawn to your ambitious and fearless demeanor, the way you handle yourself - the way you handle others. he admires it. you almost make a weakness look like a strength.

izana is familiar with the basics of sign language, he'd learned it back in the orphanage he stayed in out of boredom and curiosity.

kokonoi isn't familiar with the language nor does he care. sure, you may be useful, but your weakness is so great that he assumes that you will only drag tenjiku down. however he doesn't object.

shion finds it rather amusing, a deaf girl trying to interfere with hardcore gang shit, deciding not to conceal a short laugh. that mistake immediately earned him an almost lethal punch from rindou. sending him towards the ground with a crack.

kisaki thinks it's stupid to get someone like you involved in a gang war. you will only be a liability to them, he thinks. my, how wrong he is.

hanma is, like izana, curious. it's clear to everyone here that you have rin and ran wrapped around your little finger. which consequently meant that you basically had an army of men at the of every whisper, weep or cry. you're powerful. he likes that.

as the days passed by, you continued to prove yourself to them, rounding up new members, strong ones, and leaving them at your disposal. the tenjiku members, apart from ran and rindou, of course, who already knew how you operated, were left speechless.

they found themselves learning sign language on their own will, wanting to understand more about you and how your brain worked. even shion picked up a goddamn picture book.

kokonoi finds himself reluctantly interested, refusing to admit to any one else that your abilities really did outshine your drawback.

however, while you're good at fighting, you aren't the best.

this becomes apparent when a deranged and practically nuts member of a rival gang lunges for you and you barely dodge him, scarcely avoiding a knife in your side.

kokonoi grabs you quickly, shoving you behind him without even thinking. his own actions leave him completely shocked and confused.

tenjiku in turn leaves him permanently paralyzed, discovering that over time you had also swooned them. they weren't sure how, or why, but it just happened.

even though he would never admit it directly, kakucho enjoyed your company and respected you as a fellow member.

the first time hanma made an effort was when he learned a pun in JSL, which came as a huge surprise to you.

that was also the first time he heard your voice - when you tried to hide your laughter from him by covering your mouth with your hand.

he was immediately smitten.

over time, tenjiku progressively become more protective. it's like an instinct. one bad word of you, and their opposition is dead. that's just how it works.

ran and rindou continue to be your number one boys, the brothers you can rely on above all else.

izana trusts you with plans and keeping everyone in order and respects you as his underling. but on a personal level, he thinks even more of you.

even kisaki learns some of the basic cues, giving you at least a little respect even though you often make it known that you don't enjoy his company.

overall, being the haitani's underestimated little sis had its perks. having a disability didn't change how much they loved you in the slightest. it just made you stronger.

please do not repost or steal my work ─ i don't allow translations or resposts on any other platforms.

[jj-scottsbee]

Little Sister

Prompt: You’re the younger sister of Loki and Thor. You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker right under their noses. 

Warnings: smut, language

  Being the little sister of two the most well-known Gods, had its ups and downs. You had two personal bodyguards, but those bodyguards often tended to get very over-protective and intrusive. You loved them both with your whole heart, but damn did they annoy the shit out of you at times. Privacy was never something they liked to give you, even after both Frigga and Odin discussed with them that you were a growing girl. You needed a certain amount of privacy. The talk took effect for about a week and then your brother's returned to scaring off possible lovers and even friends. 

  They had decided to bring you to Midgard with them, wishing to show you other realms and have you train with some of the most skilled people they knew. You had been ecstatic about moving to Midgard, excited to meet the mortals that your brother's considered to be their second family. The team had welcomed you with open arms, immediately treating you as if you were their own sister. All of them were protective of you, but Natasha and Wanda had helped set a few boundaries for the men. Your brothers finally began to give you little space and let you have your privacy. Neither of them were constantly by your side anymore, they weren't worried about where you were or what you were doing 24/7, anymore. In your new-found freedom, Tony had introduced you to Peter. The two of you hit it off instantly, both of you just clicked with each other. It wasn't long before an innocent friendship turned a little more serious. Unbeknownst to your brothers and the rest of the team. 

  In Asgard Loki, and Thor were very scary when it came to boys and the idea of courting. They were always the first to argue when the idea of a courting ball or introducing you to a possible future husband was thrown out. You were their little sister, their brotherly protectiveness always kicking in. They had adored since you were born, promising their Mother that they would always protect you. As one may have noticed, they had kept their promise and possibly taken it a bit too seriously. 

 When you and Peter began dating, the two of you decided to tell no one, except for May, Natasha, and Wanda. Those three women were the only ones the both of you trusted with your secret. You loved your brothers dearly, but you knew as soon as they found out about you and Peter, their old ways would come back. Quite possibly those old habits may become even worse if they knew about your current relationship. 

  So far you had been able to keep the relationship a complete secret from all the guys on the team for about 5 months. For a team that had spies, super-soldiers, an overly intelligent scientist, a billionaire genius, and two Norse Gods, you would have thought someone else would have caught on by now. Yes, you and Peter were careful of how you interacted with each other around everyone else, but there were still some obvious signs. You may have not been sucking each other's faces in front of the men of the team, but there were lingering glances, longing touches, and the time you two spent together, would most likely out the relationship if anyone else saw how you acted with Peter. The only person who was a little suspicious of you and Peter was Loki, but you brushed it off as him just being protective. 

~ ~ 

  You trudged out of the elevator, sleep still hanging on your body. You wore a baggy hoodie and pair of boxers that you told everyone you had bought, but in actuality, you had stolen them from Peter. Fuzzy socks covered your feet, keeping them warm against the marble floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sweet smile of your boyfriend, Peter. He a bowl of cereal laid in front of him, as he stood at the counter. 

 "Morning Peter." You yawned, passing him. Opening one of the cupboards to grab yourself a cup, you took a quick glance around the floor. 

 "Babe, we're alone," Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you. Setting the cup down, now reassured that the two of you were alone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and put your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, as he placed both his hands on each of your hips. 

 "I missed you last night, where were you?" You pouted, pulling away from the kiss, but leaving your arms draped around the back of his neck. You had noticed his normal sleep attire of sweatpants and an old, ratted hoodie. You knew he slept at the tower last night and usually, when he does, he sneaks up to your room and spends the night with you. 

  "I tried, but Loki was like patrolling the halls. Every time I tried to get out, there he was. I'm pretty sure he thinks I have a UTI, because of how many times I told him I was just going to the bathroom." Peter breathed out, making you laugh a little. Though a little worry set in the back of your mind, what was Loki up to? What did he know?

 "Make it up to me tonight?" You gave him a devilish smile, as you slid one hand down his body, stopping on his clothed package. You slowly palmed him through his sweatpants, watching as he eyed you dangerously. 

  "Of course," He smirked back at you, setting his hands on your ass. As you continued to palm his now hardening member, as he groped your ass aggressively. Both of you had a small case of sexual frustration since it had been a week since Peter and you had gotten down to business. 

 The ding of the elevator separated the two of you in a mere second, you went to fill your cup with water, as Peter began to eat his cereal once again as he scrolled through his phone. Tony and Steve entered the room, Tony already showered and Steve sweaty from his morning workout. Both of them distracted by their conversation, not bothering to give you two a second glance as they passed, heading towards the living room area. After the two men had passed you, Tony slowly came back. He was still facing the direction he been walking in previously, but retraced his step stopping across from you and Peter. You stood next to Peter now, both of you raised your eyes to meet Tony's as he turned around to face the two of you. 

 "Why you wearing those?" Tony questioned pointing at your pants, your heart froze and Peter mindlessly looked down at your choice of pants. His body tensed next to yours as he realized you were wearing his boxers. 

  "Their mine." You blurted out.

  "I didn't ask that, but now I know they're actually his. I knew those looked familiar anyways, but thanks for the confirmation." Tony pointed from you to Peter and then back to the boxers you were in. 

  "You can't tell anyone, please Tony." 

  "How do you know those are mine?" Peter questioned. 

  "Uhm, secrets are hard and who do you think does your dirty laundry? Do you think your dirty clothes just magically disappear?" Tony asked sarcastically, "But I will keep my mouth shut, as long as no one gets pregnant."

 "No need to worry, Natasha was sweet enough to get me on the pill." You offered, relief washing over your body. You knew Tony wouldn't tell your brothers on purpose, but he was known for having a bit of a big mouth.

After the little encounter with Tony, both of you became even more secretive. You constantly apologized to Peter for wearing his boxers and panicking under pressure. However, Peter being Peter he assured you multiple times that it was okay. For the next couple of days the two you kept your distance a little bit, hoping that Tony would forget about the whole situation. Unfortunately, Tony made it his mission to secretly tease the two of you about the relationship in front of everyone. Though he made sure to make comments that people wouldn't catch on too. 

  "So, Y/N you seeing anyone lately? Y'know, like romantically? Ya got your eye on any particular boy? Cause I heard Peter's single, so he's always an option." Tony rambled, as he walked into the living room. You and Loki were reading, while Thor and Clint sat on the opposite couch watching whatever was on tv. You closed your eyes, annoyance taking over. 

  "I'm not really looking for a relationship right now." You mumbled, trying to keep the annoyance you were feeling a secret. As soon as Tony had mentioned you being in a relationship, both of your brothers were quick to tune into the conversation. Loki gave Thor a questioning look and then turned towards Tony, who now stood in the kitchen. 

  "Y/N has no interest in boys right now, she need not worry about it anyway," Loki spoke up, waiting for you to nod in agreement. Thor was quick to agree but added in his thoughts. 

  "Well, to be honest brother, I would rather our little sister be interested in the tiny spider-boy rather than a stranger. We know where the skinny boy lives." Thor chuckled, Loki shrugging as it was a valid point. You rolled your eyes, as you pushed yourself off the couch. 

  "Well I'm gonna leave and I'm asking you nicely, please stop talking about my love life. You are all grown men, find yourselves, someone, before you discuss someone for me." You stated as you walked into the elevator. A chorus of 'heys' followed as the doors began to shut, Clint laughing as he commented that he already had a wife. 

  "I've got Pepper!" Tony yelled in a matter of fact tone, leaning over the counter to look at you. 

 "Oh please, everyone is still trying to figure out whether or not she is just a very realistic, robotic, sex-doll," Loki added, the argument that came after was completely silenced as the elevator began to move. 

  You let out a relieved breathe, happy to finally be away from Tony and your brothers. That was only one of the many times that Tony had made comments like that and you knew, Loki was slowly catching on. Thor was still obviously oblivious, as always. 

 You avoided everyone the rest of the day, sticking to your room. You texted Peter around 5 that you wanted to see him and you both agreed on sneaking into the living room around 10 and watching a movie together. Neither of you were feeling very risky currently, so you both planned on watching a comedy movie later. As always, you took a shower just before you went down to meet Peter. You shaved, everywhere, you put on Peter's favorite lotion of yours and some grey comfy shorts that sat just a little higher than they should. You couldn't help yourself, as you decided to go commando and no bra, with an oversized sweatshirt. 

  Both of you met in the living room around 10, knowing if anyone came in it wouldn't look like anything more than just two friends watching a movie. You let Peter pick the movie, as you grabbed two blankets. You two would definitely be sharing one, but you grabbed the other to make it look like you guys had two separate ones. You settled next to Peter, your shoulder's touching. Peter gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of yours under the blanket. 

  Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Peter had managed to slip his hand from yours and place it on the inside of your thigh. You responded knowingly, as you untucked your legs from under you, widening them just enough. Peter pulled the blanket up just a little bit more, to hide his growing hard-on and the placement of his hand. Every time Peter moved his hand further up your thigh, he would glance over at you every time to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. You would meet his eyes only for a second, to give him the 'go-ahead' and then turn your attention back to the tv. 

  You could feel yourself, becoming wetter each time he would move his hand. Butterflies formed in your stomach, as he got closer and closer to your center. You moved your hips just slightly, motioning for him to just touch you already. He gave you a cocky smirk, as he slipped his hand up your shorts, realizing you had no underwear on. 

  "You planned on this, huh?" He teased, as he slowly began to massage your clit. You gave him a mischievous smile, as you turned your head towards him. He watched as your smile, turned into a look of pleasure as he began to add a little pressure. 

  You couldn't help yourself and moved so you now straddled him. He readjusted himself and then guided you down onto the bulge that sat trapped in his black joggers. You immediately set your lips on his, not even bother to wait for permission you let your tongue slip into his mouth. As your tongue explored his mouth, you slowly began to grind yourself onto his boner. The slight friction exciting you and the small groan that left Peter's mouth fueled you to keep going. Peter gripped your hips hard, lifting you slightly off of his lap. You had a knee on both sides of his lap holding you up, as he kept his lips on yours. Your hands sat on either side of face cupping him, he only stopped the kiss for a second to wet two of his fingers. He instantly connected with your lips again as he led his hand back down to your core once again. 

 A small gasp escaped your lips, as you felt Peter slowly slip a finger inside of you. You thanked god for letting you remember to wear loose shorts and no underwear. He slowly pumped one finger in and out as you deepened the kiss.

 "Y/n, Peter? Mr. Stark would like me to remind you two that there are security cameras in the living room." Jarvis's voice scared the shit out of both you, as you pushed your self off of Peter and to the side. You quickly grabbed the blanket pulling it up to make sure everything was covered. You mentally slapped yourself as you had completely forgotten about the cameras, as you tried to catch your breath. 

  As you and Peter sat there slightly annoyed, trying to calm your breathing, the elevator doors opened. In came Thor, Loki, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Peter and you made eye contact as you saw who exited the elevator, both of you now silently thanking Tony. He must have known you two were in the living room and as a precaution he sent Jarvis. Thank all the gods that he did. 

 "Well, hello sister and boy." Loki referred to you in a loving tone and Peter or 'boy' in a slightly disgusted one. You gave him a small smile, while Peter gave an awkward wave. The tension in the air seemed thick to you and Peter, as the questioning looks from Bucky, Steve, and Sam hit the two of you. Half of the team came and joined the two of you on the couches in the living room. Sam sitting next to Peter and Bucky next to you. Steve, Thor, and Loki took seats on the two other couches in the room. 

  "So what are we watching?" Thor asked, looking to you expectantly.  You let out an annoyed huff, as you pushed yourself off the couch and walked off. Accidentally leaving Peter who looked at your back begging for help, as he sat under one of the blankets his member still hard.  "What? Was it something I said?" 

  ~ ~

  Last night you had been interrupted by your brothers, while you and Peter were cuddling, rather intensely. You woke up today around 9 and texted Peter to meet you in the stairwell as soon as he got to the tower that morning. You had apologized multiple times for leaving him with a boner in front of everyone, but you had gotten overly frustrated. You were determined to make it up to him. 

 "So why here?" He questioned as he walked up to one of the many sets of stairs. 

 "No one takes the stairs and there should be no way we get interrupted this time." 

 "Interr-" Before he could question anything else, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto him. His hands found your hips right away, making sure to set them under your shirt so he could feel your bare skin. He slowly guided you backward until your back was against the wall, one his hands immediately finding it's way into your sweatpants. Lucky for him, underwear had never really been something you favored much. 

  Peter slipped his hand down to your core, running his middle finger up and down your folds. His finger was immediately soaked in your wetness, as you were already dripping for him. Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger deep inside of you. You gasped breaking the kiss, letting Peter attach his lips to your neck. Grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you moaned as he slipped a second finger inside of you. Sucking your neck, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He then removed his mouth from your neck once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, watching intensely as your face was covered in pure pleasure. 

  "These are just my fingers, you want something better?" He asked, his eyes were dark with lust. He waited for you to answer as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them when he went as deep as he could. You felt your legs begin to shake, but you wanted him to fuck you before you came. You nodded eagerly, as you gripped the sides of your pants slipping them off. Peter wasted no time, simply pulling his joggers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing member. You stared at it hungrily, but before you could drop to your knees, he had spun you around. He shoved your face towards the wall and pulled your hips our towards him, kicking your feet apart as he lined himself up. Peter could be so gentle and sweet when it came to sex, or he could be rough and demanding. 

  "Peter please, I need you to fuck me." You whined as he slid his tip up against your folds. 

  Without uttering a word, he quickly shoved himself balls deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, all concern for being quiet forgotten. He moaned as he entered you, the way you hugged him and the warmth, he could have cum right then and there. But it had been a little while since he had been inside of you, so he planned on making this last. He held your hips tight as he began to thrust in and out, watching as you braced yourself against the cold wall of the stairwell. Your moans of pleasure filled his ears, only pushing him to fuck you harder and faster. 

  "Fuck," He grunted as he continued to fuck you as hard as possible, he made sure to pull out as far as he could and then plunged himself back inside of you, as deep as he could go. He hit all the right spots, as he pounded you from behind. Just as his thrusts began to become sloppy, he pulled out of you completely. You went to complain, but before you could he had spun you to face him and picking you up from under your ass, he set your back against the wall and slipped back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the sensation of filling you up once again. 

 "Oh Peter," You moaned your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your eyes closed in pure pleasure. He watched proudly as your breasts bounced within your shirt with each thrust, a smirk covering his face as your moans filled his ears. He loved the way you looked when he fucked you. 

 "God, I love the way you say my name," He grunted, thrusting deep within you. He closed any space that had sat between the two of you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. Your breathing was hard and fast, as you felt his cock bring you closer and closer to your edge. "Cum on my dick." 

  The sound of his gentle voice, saying suck vulgar things helped you reach your high. Your screams helping Peter to reach his. His pumps became sloppy, but he continued to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You rode out your high on his final thrusts. 

  "I love you, I love you, I love you," Peter moaned breathlessly as he pumped every bit of his seed inside of you. His thrusts slowed, but he continued to ride out his high as he continued to pump into you as deep as he could go. For at least a minute, the two of you sat with Peter still inside of you trying to calm your breathing down. With one final kiss, Peter gently slid out of you and set you down. Laughing quietly as you gripped onto him, your legs feeling like jelly. 

  "I'm definitely going to be feeling this later today," You breathed out, as you let go of your boyfriend. He smiled at you, as he pulled his pants up to cover himself. Helping you to balance as you put your sweats back on. You were both were sweaty and looking disheveled, but decided you could just tell people you had been training or running around. 

  You both slowly made you way up the stairs to the kitchen, the hunger setting in your stomachs. Walking out of the stairwell, you were greeted by the whole team who sat around the living room or in the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda, hiding small laughs as they knew exactly what had just taken place. Tony giving you two a narrowed glance, his eyes following the both of you. The rest of the team simply threw small hi's or good mornings your way, thinking nothing of you two exiting the stairwell on your phones. 

  You sat on the stool across from Loki and Thor, as they both sat talking while eating their breakfast. Peter stood near you as you both continued to go through your phone. Your breathing had finally calmed, once you greeted your brothers. Almost instantly, you caught Loki's eye. He was staring at you hard, but it wasn't your eyes he was looking at. 

 "What's on your neck." He hissed, your heart froze as you had forgotten about the hickeys Peter had left. Immediately, Thor was attentive and staring at your neck as well. As if planned, both of your brothers flicked their eyes towards Peter, who stood frozen in fear. 

 "Run," I whispered quickly. 

 "I'm running now," Peter stated awkwardly as he darted for the stairs, Loki and Thor hot on his tail. 

[sillyfeathers]

Scared (Steve x Reader)

Scared Prompt: for a drabble idea maybe the reader could be trying to scare Steve or something and actually succeeds and he gets them back?? Warnings: slight profanity Relationships: Steve Rogers x littlesister!reader Summary: As Captain America’s little sister, you’d have thought that by now you would know not to get on his bad side. Words: 808

A/N: this was meant to be a drabble but I got a little carried away – I did write it very quickly though, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes!

40 minutes.

That was how long you’d been hiding outside, pressed up against the wall and stuck between the big garbage bins. Your brother texted you half an hour ago to say he was almost home, but he’d clearly gotten stuck somewhere, because ‘almost home’ was 5 minutes, not 30.

Normally you wouldn’t have put this much work into a little scare, but for whatever reason Steve had taken to constantly finding any excuse to give you the fright of your life. Whether it was waking you up by yelling in your face, or grabbing your ankles when you were climbing into bed, he always succeeded, and got a great old kick out of it.

But now, you’d decided, it was your turn. So that was why you were holding your nose around the side of your house, desperate to get your revenge.

You heard a car coming down the street, and your eyes flashed up, grinning as you saw Sam’s car pulling up in front of your house. You watched your brother get out, and yes, it was all going to plan, he’d never see it coming – and Sam followed him.

You cursed under your breath. Scaring your brother was one thing, but his friend? You knew Sam well, but it was like any relationship with a sibling’s friend: close, but not close enough to jump out from behind a wall and scare them.

You watched in dismay, just peeking out from the wall to see Sam walk your brother to the door, exchanging conversation and chuckling.

“Please don’t go in, please don’t go in,” you whispered, biting your lip.

And finally, you were granted with some luck, as the two men hugged and Sam went back to his car.

The only problem now was that Steve had already gone inside, and you were sure he’d be able to hear the door opening if you tried to sneak in behind him. You were ready to give up, when an idea suddenly dawned on you.

Unable to stop a few giggles, you snuck down the side to the back of your house, where you could see through a tinted glass door Steve with his back turned to you. You grabbed a towel that was lying on the ground and draped it over your head, and after a deep breath, you threw yourself against the glass and let out a horrifying, mangled screech.

“FUCK!”

You doubled over laughing as your brother threw the door open, shield in hand, only to see you wheezing on the ground with a towel at your feet.

“Y/N?!” Steve was still breathing heavily, and he hadn’t dropped his shield yet.

You were almost in tears, clutching your stomach as you staggered to your feet.

“You should’ve seen – you were so scared – oh my god!” you cackled, wiping your eyes. “You thought I was a murderer, or something?”

Unbeknownst to you, your brother was smirking.

“You think that’s funny, Y/N?”

You nodded madly, and through your laughter and excitement over finally giving him a taste of his own medicine, you didn’t see him dropping his shield and reaching towards you – and by the time you were over his shoulder, it was too late.

It was your turn to be scared, squirming around in his grip as he carried you inside and threw you onto the couch.

“Steheheve, wait–” you giggled, trying to push him away. He only grabbed your wrist, grinning down at you as you struggled unsuccessfully against him.

“Say you’re sorry for scaring me, Y/N.”

Despite yourself, you scoffed. “Seriously? You scare me all the time, and you never say–”

That was all you managed to get out, because your brother’s free hand had descended upon your stomach and was now wreaking ticklish havoc. You let out a loud peal of laughter, attempting to squirm to the side, but it only gave him easy access to your side, which he spidered up and down without mercy.

“Say you’re sorry,” he reminded in a painfully calm tone, as if he was entirely innocent to what he was doing to you.

“THAHAT’S SO UNFAIR!” you shrieked, before immediately dissolving into giggles as he dropped your wrists and curled his fingers into your ribs. You instinctively curled in on yourself, only succeeding in trapping his wiggling fingers against you.

“OKAHAHAY!” you yelled, feeling some fresh tears of mirth coming on. “I’m sorry!”

He immediately let you go, and you lay flat on your back, breathing heavily.

“That..was so...mean!”

Your eyes were closed, so you couldn’t see his smirk.

“Actually, Y/N, this is mean.”

You weren’t quick enough to stop your brother from blowing a raspberry right against your bare stomach – and it was safe to say you weren’t in any rush to try and scare him again.

[superfamilyreaderimagines]

“Hi! My names Katiy and I’m a HUGE fan of your blog! If requests are still open, maybe a one-shot where big brother! Peter tries to set up his baby sis, with a date, after she goes through a bad breakup. Two weeks later she brings him home as her boyfriend. Maybe overprotective superfamily? And a little bit of peter regret??? Fluff in the end with her saying something like,

“I understand where you’re coming from. I, however, don’t care. I’m still not dumping him.”

Superfam cuddles on the couch maybe????”

I’m so excited my first request!!! Thank you so much katiy, plus I really hope you are reading this. Not only because you requested it and I would hope I did it to your liking for the first part, but all I got was your name and wanted to really tag you in this so you would get notified once it came out, but I understand if you want to keep your privacy :). I hope you don’t mind I put it in two parts. I was just so excited, I had to just post something, you know? And to all my lovely readers so far out there, hope you are all doing well. Enjoy!

You know it’s going to be an interesting week if your brother, big brother I might add so even more dubious than usual, comes barreling in the room to talk to you. I was simply laying on the couch, reading the assigned pages of “To Kill A Mockingbird” for my English’s book of the semester. Just enjoying the serenity of the atmosphere, when like a damn bat out of hell, Peter comes barreling through the front door, startling me enough to at least smack drop my book onto my face.

“Y/N! I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I got someone I think you’d like.” Peter said jumping onto the couch as I gathered back my surroundings.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean yeah, he seems quirky to an extent, and a bit over the top, but he’s a really cool guy and I fully approve of it if you dated him.” Peter said, really jumpy and out of breath.

“Wait wait wait wait wait, slow down.” I said still confused about a few things, moving up into a criss-cross position in front of him. “Are you trying to set me up with someone?” Pete tilted his head a little back and forth before nodding up and down.

“I met him today at school. He’s a newbie in chess club, sophomore like you-” He explained, pointing at me,”-and he’s also recently broken up with someone.” he finished explaining.

“I really appreciate it, Pete, but I’m not looking into dating anyone right now…” I said, looking back down at my book in my lap before picking up. “So thanks, but no.”

Recently, I was going out with this guy. Not gonna lie, I had a major crush on him and was just really excited when he accepted me asking him out on a date, with him, and we ended up dating. He was sweet and funny at the opportune time, really into retro games, but honestly, if I hadn’t been so starstruck of him, I would have realized just how manipulative he really was. First, it was small things like questioning my choice of hobbies, which he played off as just being intrigued by them. Then, it became as though whenever I would get the chance to hang out with him after school, or on the weekends and breaks, it wasn’t enough. I would literally be with my family and then he would text me to ditch them and meet him at so and so. He began to threaten to ignore me at school or for a couple days if I didn’t, so at some points, I did. Clearly, my dads weren’t to keen about me going out with him anymore. They were skeptical of this guy at first but now they really didn’t like him, but I didn’t know better so I defended him. Or that one time I ditched one of my friends after school to go with him to the skate park, and she ended up just not talking to me that much. Yes, it was completely my fault, but at the time I was convinced that she just needed to calm down a little and not be so ‘stuck up’. Plus I believed she really overreacted by blocking me completely out of her life, which also really hurt since it was the first time I ever did something like this.

I was beginning to feel saddened about the fact that I would try to organize everything very timely, try to give what I can give while still being in control of the rest of my life, and yet it wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t be orderly without disappointing him, and I couldn’t be with him more without disappointing myself. Near the end, we would just get into fights over the smallest of things that would aggravate each other. Finally, it all just exploded at his house. And it turns out he had been harassing my friends behind my back. The reason the one I was meeting up after school left was because she was told by my boyfriend, a supposed person I trusted, that it would be better if she just left us AND everyone else alone. He only began to admit small parts of it until I demanded him to tell me. It was at that point in the conversation that it began to show that neither of us wanted to deal with each other anymore. So, once he noticed where I was turning the conversation, he stopped all his points in the argument to break up. Meaning in certain terms, he broke up with me even though I was also going to. That damn ass hat just wanted the last ‘hoorah’ if you asked me. That was just 2 months ago. We had been dating for 4. Now almost half a year after it started, here I am just enjoying my free time. Until my dorkoid of a brother burst through the scene that is.

“I know. I really am considering that just I really think you would like him.” Peter said. “I can definitely see you two together, not that I imagine you two together a lot after meeting him, just that you guys would be cool together, you know?” He tried to explain, which only earned a glare from me.

“Look, just no, okay? I really can’t be in another relationship right now, so twirl off.” I told him annoyed with this conversation. I brought the book back up to my face, restarting the page I was last on, no longer making eye contact with Peter anymore. Peter sighed one long sigh before putting in one more final effort.

“I wanted this to be a surprise, but…” He began, making me arch my eyebrow at him from over the top of the book. “He’s a fan.”

“A fan?” I began to ask, not fully getting it. A fan of our dads would not be an acceptable answer.

“Y/N. He’s a fan.” Pete finished. I, still having my book up in front of my face, until I realized exactly what he was talking about. I put my book back down on my lap before I look up at him.

“……”

“……”

“Go on?”

And that’s part 1! Part two will be up this following week. What was it that brought Y/N to be convinced to give this mystery guy a shot? Find out next time! Again, I just really wanted to bring something up since I was having such a hard time writing before. My uncreative butt can’t think of things as quickly as others do when it comes to prompts. But boy, once you give one I can work with, get ready man, be ready. I really hope you liked this Katiy!

Part 2 coming out soon! (Once it’s up, I will link it here as well)

[a-simple-lee]

Please will you do “It’s three in the morning.” For Sam and Dean x little sister!reader??

Hoi there anon! Hope this is alright! It seems a lil longer than my other two requests, whoopsie XD - maybe I just get a bit carried away writing SPN? Idk ahaha

“We’re not watching another one, Y/N!”

“Pleeeeease?”

“No! It’s three in the morning!”

“But I’m not tired!”

“Dean- help me out here!” Sam ran a hand through his hair, sitting back on the couch to seek support from your brother.

“What can I say?” He smirked, swirling the last drop of beer around in its bottle as he spoke. “She’s not wrong. They’re good…but…”

“But what?” You prompted, bending down from the cushions to deposit your empty popcorn bowl on the floor. The three of you had spent more than a healthy amount of time marathoning Game of Thrones - if asked why, you'd would point to Charlie -  but Sam was attempting to bring the night to a close.

“We should probably call it. We’ve got a case tomorrow.” Dean reasoned, your face contorting into a frown as he did so.

“So?” You snorted, pulling the abundance of blankets strewn across the sofa closer.

“So, I don’t want you napping in the Wendigo lair, sleepyhead.”

“It was one time-”

“Doesn’t matter. My point is, you’re gonna randomly conk out if you don’t sleep tonight.”

“Technically it’s early morning-”

“Don’t change the subject!” Sam cut in, giving you a knowing look. You just laughed.

“I’m not tired though!”

“‘I’m not tired!’ What are you? Five?!” Dean mimicked.

“Yeah.” You giggled, lobbing a pillow at Dean’s head. It hit his face, and he scowled at you.

“Alright,” Sam relented, grinning somewhat. “You wanna be a kid? We’ll treat you like a kid.” With that, you found yourself being tackled by six-foot-four of plaid; you yelped, taken by surprise. You tried to fight back, but within a couple of seconds, Sam had managed to gain the advantage, keeping you trapped against the arm of the couch. Not giving you a chance to protest, he wriggled his fingers into your sides, causing you to kick out in protest.

“S-Sam!”

“Yes?”

“Stop!”

No reaction. Instead, your older brother turned to Dean.

“Hey, you wanna help? She needs tiring out.”

“I dohohon’t need- DEAN!” You cried out as Dean lunged his hands towards your ribs before drawing back at the last second, eliciting an embarrassing shriek and a series of giggles you’d never admit to producing. Both of your siblings targeted your worst spots ruthlessly, with the experience only years of experience could bring. Sam’s hands had moved to pinch lightly around your stomach, whilst Dean had managed to snake his fingers under your arms, driving you halfway to insanity.

“Ahahaha! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I GIHIHIHIVE!” It was annoying to hand Sam and Dean their victory so quickly, but you weren’t sure how much more of their tickling you could take. Much to your relief, they pulled back, ruffling your hair despite your scowling.

“Ihi’m not talking to you.”

“You just did.” Sam teased, giving you a final poke to the side. You glared at him.

“Whatever. I’m bringing your laptop on our case though. I will not abandon Netflix for a Wendigo.”

“Sure, if Sam lets you get near the damn thing. Now go to bed.” Dean had started clearing the empty bowls and bottles away - his back was to you, but you could sense the smug grin seeping off of him.

“Ugh, fine.”

“‘Night.” Sam smiled as you clambered off the couch, headed to bed. Tomorrow’s case would be about as exciting as a milk-run, but at least your brothers would be there to keep you company.

[fanficsandfluff]

(Submission) All That Matters

Oh God, idk if this was a bad idea or…? Hehe, I tried! Don’t kill me, please, this was my first time ever even attempting to write anything tickle related… how did I do?

All That Matters

Three word prompt: wrestle, growl, rain

“Why does it have to be raining?” you said, miserably staring out of the window. Rain was falling heavily from the sky, hammering against the glass and battering on the roof. You had planned to go and visit a friend you had met while working a case with your brothers a while back, but Dean had absolutely refused to take his newly-painted Baby out in this kind of weather.

“Ask Chuck,” Sam said, looking up only briefly from his laptop to smile at you. You didn’t return the smile, however, deciding to simply slump in your chair and cross your arms dejectedly over your chest.

Sam sighed and closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair to look at you. “What is it, Y/N?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when you turned to glare at him.

“You know what’s wrong, Sam,” you said, glare softening at the look on your brother’s face. “I can’t go and see Becky because Dean’s stupid car might get ruined.”

“Hey,” came a new voice, and you and Sam turned to see Dean walking up the stairs towards you, paint stained all over his plaid shirt. “What did Baby ever do to you?”

Rolling your eyes, you slumped even more in your seat.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, the younger of the two making a face which clearly said ‘speak to her’.

Dean made a face back, before sighing defeatedly. “You wanna do something, Y/N?” he asked, walking over to you.

“No. I’ll be fine. Go back to Baby, I’m sure she’s missing you.”

“Watch it,” Dean said, moving forward and giving you a well-aimed poke at your side. You giggled, batting at his hands, before regaining your bad-tempered face. “Come on,” he said, “get up.”

“Why?” you asked.

“We’re gonna have a wrestling match. If you win, I’ll take you to your friend’s tomorrow.”

“Really?” you said excitedly, sitting up in your seat and looking at him. “You’ll take me to Becky’s?”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “Baby’ll be fixed up by then.”

“And if you win?”

“You have to promise not to whine about my choice of music when we work on the next hunt.”

Sam laughed at that, shrugging at the helpless look on your face. Let’s just say, Dean’s taste in music was not exactly… your thing.

“Deal?” Dean said, a smirk on his face, and you hesitantly nodded.

“Fine,” you said, mumbling a quiet “jerk” when he had started to walk away.

You didn’t know how you had ended up where you were.

Completely out of breath.

On the floor.

Being pinned down by Dean Winchester.

“Get. Off!” you huffed, pushing at your older brother’s shoulders.

This wrestling match had lasted three minutes at most.

Surely it wasn’t fair when one of them was a fully grown, demon-beating, angel-stabbing man, and the other a sixteen-year old who only went with her brothers on hunts because they didn’t trust someone not to sneak into the bunker and kill her while they were gone.

“I won,” Dean smirked down at you, fighting your slapping hands and pinning your wrists to the bunker floor.

“Yeah, I kinda got that,” you said, struggling against the hunter. “Now get off!”

“No can do, kiddo,” Dean said, and suddenly, that mischievous glint was shining in his green eyes. “Sammy and I wanna see that smile.”

“What?”

“You’ve been acting so goddamn depressed all day, just because I can’t take you to your friend’s house. Gimme a proper smile, and I’ll let you go.”

“Let me go, and I’ll give you a proper smile.”

“Doesn’t work like that, sweetheart.”

“It does for me,” you said, and you quickly brought your leg up and kneed him in the stomach.

Dean gasped, eyes squeezing shut and hands flying to where you hurt him. Laughing, you rolled away from him and stood up, running in the opposite direction… and flying straight into Sam, who quickly reached down and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“You alright, Dean?” he chuckled. Dean made a face, sitting up and rubbing his stomach.

“Son of a bitch,” he hissed, easing himself to his feet and turning to glare at you.

“I’m gonna tell mom you called her that,” you said with a grin, turning your head around to look at your brother from where you were still hanging over Sam’s shoulder.

“Very funny,” Dean said.

“I know right? I’m hilarious. Now, um, Sammy?”

“Mhm?” the moose said, tightening his grip around your legs.

“Why’re you holding me?”

“I’m being a considerate younger brother and making it easier for Dean to tickle you.”

“Easier for- what? What did you say?” You were starting to panic now. Had you head him correctly? Of course you had, what were you thinking? It wasn’t exactly the least obvious thing in the world that Dean would want to retaliate after what you did.

“You heard him, sis,” Dean said, beginning to stalk towards you. Oh God. Oh no. Holy crap. Sh*t. F*ck. Crappity crap crap crap.

“Please, Dehehean noho!” You were already giggling, Sam having turned you around and lowered himself to the floor, holding you against his chest. He was starting to chuckle along with you, your giggles contagious.

“Dean Dean Dean I’m sohorry plehehease!”

“You sound like I’m about to murder you,” Dean said, smiling as he moved closer.

“You are!”

“Calm down,” the hunter chuckled, kneeling in front of you and Sam and making a show of cracking his knuckles. Slowly, he started to move his hands towards you, wiggling his fingers slightly. You stared wide-eyed at them, suddenly squealing when you felt fingers at your ribs.

Dean winked and sat back. “Made you look.”

Sam’s wiggling digits were torture. He was somehow managing to tickle your sides and lower ribs while still keeping a firm hold on you. How unfair could someone be? “Nohohoho Sahahammy!” you laughed, desperately trying to evade his hands.

“There’s that smile!” Dean said, throwing his hands into the air in achievement, quickly bringing them down again and grabbing you out of Sam’s arms into his own. He wasted no time in wiggling his fingers into your stomach, vibrating them and forcing laughter to escape your mouth.

“NohohoHOHOHOHO DEHEHEHE!”

“Yeah, Y/N?” the older Winchester said, still rapidly tickling at your ribs with one hand, and holding your wrists together with the other.

“STOHOHOHOP IT!!!! PLEEEASE!”

“Why?”

“BECAUSEHEHE IHIT TIHICKLES!”

“We would never have guessed!” Sam chuckled, sitting back and stretching his legs out in front of him, relishing in the sound of his little sister’s beautiful laughter. You had clearly been feeling very upset recently, preferring to stay in your room and not really talking much to anyone unless asked. Castiel had noticed it, too, and had tried very hard to make things a bit happier for you, randomly showing up at the bunker at times with bags of junk food. Your laughter wasn’t heard much at all anymore. Ever since finding out Mary had practically betrayed her family and began to work with the British Men of Letters, you had started to lose your grip on the fact that you had your mom back. She wasn’t the same. She… she seemed to suddenly understand this new, modern world, and had gone off on her own path. This had upset you. Horribly.

But times like these… times where you forgot about everything and focussed on having a good time with your brothers… they were everything to you. You loved them more than anything in the world – including Cas – and you wouldn’t change them for the world. Even if they did pin you down and tickle you to tears more times than you could count.

“Okay, okay,” Dean said above the noise of your laughter, “just gotta do one more thing, then I’ll stop.” And he quickly let go of your wrists, immediately aiming straight at your – still raised – underarms. Simultaneously, he bent his head down, gripped your shirt in his teeth, pulled it up, and blew on your skin. Hard.

Your laughter went silent. Dean’s wriggling fingers trapped in your underarms, along with his mouth blowing raspberry after raspberry on your stomach, made your nerves light with a fire. A fire which caused every hair on your body to stand on end, and tears to leak from your shut eyes, and laughter to fall to nothing in your mouth.

Dean realized that, if he didn’t stop soon, you’d be nothing more than a worn-out puddle of giggliness on his lap. He sat up straight, withdrew his arms, and smiled fondly as you curled up into a ball and, still giggling, tried to calm yourself. “Yohohu are so ho-horrible!” you managed to wheeze out, and Dean pinched your side.

“Careful, sis,” he said, watching you squeak and try to cover your lower body. “I may be too tired to do a round-two, but Sammy’s perfectly fine.”

You looked up at your moose of a brother, eyes widening when he let out a mock-growl. “Sohohorry!” you apologised quickly.

“For what?” Dean prompted.

“For, um… for kneeing you,” you said guiltily. Maybe that had been a little too harsh.

“And?” Sam asked.

You frowned. What else did you need to apologise for?

“When we ask you to smile, just smile,” Dean said softly, seeing you needed help with figuring it out and gathering you into his arms. “Seeing it on your beautiful face makes us feel so much better. You’ve been in a bad mood for days now, sweetheart. You know we love you more than we can say. Let us help you.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around your brother and burying your face into his shirt. “Okay,” you whispered, though it was loud enough for them both to hear. Sam moved forward and leaned down to smooth the blonde hair out of your face and kiss your forehead.

They may be jerks, idiots, and complete and utter bitches… but they were amazing. They were always there for you, and they were the best big brothers you could have possibly asked for.

You loved them, and that was all that mattered.

FANFICSANDFLUFF’S NOTE:

GIIIRRRRL YOU’RE A NATURAL AT TICKLE FICS!!!! And again, you are a damn saint for doing this for me!!!!!! Thank you thank you thank you! I look forward to future things you write if you ever do make that blog!