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[intheticklecloset]

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Could I get a lee!dabi ler!hawks fic? Or lee!hawks ler!dabi, whatever you prefer.

/nf, and I hope you're having a good week 😊

Sorry if this was a bit soon 😅

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This prompt came in so fast holy-

*ahem* Anyway, here you go! Not a full fic but a coffee shot ft. lee!Dabi! I haven't written DabiHawks in AGES and with the last MHA chapter officially out, I was feeling it today. Enjoy! 💖

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Dabi’s first reaction was to tense up when he felt someone come up behind him. In his line of work, it was always dangerous to be snuck up on. But the touch that followed was gentle – arms wrapped around his middle and feathered wings encircled him like a protective cocoon – and then the villain found himself relaxing into the only person he’d ever let his guard down for.

“Gotta quit doing that,” he muttered halfheartedly, closing his eyes with content upon feeling his partner’s face press into his back.

Hawks’ chuckle was soft. “Nah.” He held him in silence for a long minute, then said, “Something’s up with you.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.” The hero hugged him closer. “Won’t you tell me about it?”

Dabi rolled his eyes. How did his boyfriend always know when something was off? It was unfair. He could almost never read him in return.

Which is probably why Hawks’ next words startled him so much.

“Tell me, or I’ll have to tickle you.”

The villain tensed a second time, but he didn’t try to run. Not yet. “There’s nothing the matter – h-hehehey!”

“I warned you.” Hawks’ voice was warm and playful, and his fingers gently tracing up and down Dabi’s skin were very, very ticklish.

“D-Dohohon’t, you stuhuhuhupid bird – shit!” The brunette bit back a snort when his boyfriend squeezed his hips, making him jerk in surprise. He tried to dart forward and away, but Hawks was strong, and he still had the feathery cocoon to deal with, which now felt more like a coffin with the way the feathers were twitching, eager to join in.

“Tell meeee~” Hawks sang annoyingly, purposely brushing his weapons along his partner’s neck and ears, his arms.

“I hahahahahate you – fuck, okay, okahahahahay!” Dabi relented quickly, a tweak to his ribs the final straw. “Stop already, you ass! I’ll talk, okay?”

Hawks snuggled into him again. “That was surprisingly easy. Did you want to tell me but just needed a little encouragement? Hmm?”

“Shut—”

“You wanted me to tickle it out of you, Daaabi?”

The villain’s resolve quickly snapped back into place as he broke free of his boyfriend and turned with a playful snarl. “You know what? Screw that!”

He tackled Hawks to the ground, and soon enough it was the hero who was being tickled into submission instead.

They could talk about the other stuff later.

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A SHORT X TALL ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP!!!! yes pls. they would be funny if you wrote it so pls

Height differences are my kryptonite I swear

Height Difference OTP Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"I love you," she mumbled, turning her head in embarrassment. "What did you say?" He teased, poking her. "I couldn't hear you from way up here." She huffed, looking up at him while a blush spread across her cheeks. "I said, I love you, you giant idiot."

"Can I borrow your shirt?" She asked, holding it up. "Yeah," her girlfriend responded, "if you want to look like you're wearing a parachute."

"You know, I've always liked it when you're on your knees," They said teasingly, brushing his hair behind his ear. "Why?" He asked, lip quirking upwards. "So you can finally look me in the eyes?"

She planted a soft kiss to the top of their head. "You can kiss me on the lips like a normal person, you know," they told her, raising an eyebrow. She shrugged. "It takes so much effort to bend over."

"You give the best hugs, I swear."

"You might have fourteen inches on me, but that does not mean I won't still kick your ass."

"You're acting like a child." "Well, at least I don't look like one."

"If you don't stop hiding the cookies on the top shelf I'm coming after your kneecaps."

"Lean over." "Why?" "Lean over." "For what?" "So I can kiss you!"

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hi... can I please get Wriothesely with a seductive secretary male reader? Only if you want to do it though. Also, can I be secretary anon?

Wriothesley - Seductive Secretary Male Reader

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Hey Secretary Anon, I decided to start with your ask first since it was a single-character ask compared to most other emoji'd anons. I did a half-headcanon half-oneshot for this one since I thought it was fitting. Anywho, I hope this lives up to what you had in mind. The lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Secretary” by Charming Disaster! —Benny🐰

Warnings → Suggestive, Reader Wears Glasses, Reader is Shorter Than Wriothesley

                                                                                                   

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❝𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝕾𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝕬 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖞'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙~❞

. . .

📑  This kind of secretary is both the bane of Wriothesely's existence and a huge help. A huge help because, well, they're his secretary, and he has far less work on his plate than he would have had without them. As for being the bane of his existence; the Duke of Meropide has hardly any free time. Sure, he can relieve his work stress through his fists, but the sexual frustration that's been building since his secretary was hired can't be relieved in that way, making him unfocused and irritable. It's gotten to the point of him having wet dreams of them at least once a week and eyeing up their legs and behind from across the room. Wriothesley has to stop himself and forcefully think about tea and melusines for his mind to stop its descent into the degenerate territory.

📑  It also doesn't help that his secretary knows how they make him feel and think and indulges it. Standing leaned over their desk and displaying their rear to him and ‘absentmindedly’ swaying their hips back and forth instead of just sitting in their chair. Making sure to leave the top four buttons of their silken white shirt open so that Wriothesley can see the expanse of their smooth, unblemished chest. Looking at him with hooded bedroom eyes, whenever they set down documents for him to sign or the tea he requested. The lingering touches that they leave on his shoulders, chest, and arms whenever they leave after a conversation. All things to keep him high-strung, yet they act all coy as if they hadn't done anything at all.

📑  Of course, whenever Sigewinne comes into their shared office, the antics immediately stop, which the Duke is both thankful for and annoyed with. It's good that his secretary has the self-control to stop themselves from doing anything inappropriate in a public space or around unrelated people. But at the same time, the melusine keeps on making comments about how tense the two are and asking if they fought; while his secretary pretends they didn't do all of what caused him to be so tense all the time.

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Slender hands dropping onto his shoulders and nimble fingers kneading his flesh cause Wriothesley to flinch. Yet he quickly, albeit involuntarily, relaxes under the skilled ministrations as he leans back in his chair with a quiet sigh. The smell of the assailant's cologne, a crisp cinnamon and vanilla fragrance, easily identifies them as his secretary.

“Dear me, Your Grace, you're so tense~ Did the visit with our little archon not go as you wished~?”  

[Name] purred just an inch from Wriothesley's ear, fanning it with his warm breath; pulling a suppressed shiver and a choppy exhale from the man.

The Duke gives the bespectacled man a side glare as his ears flush a barely noticeable pink. The secretary gives an amused chuckle in return; hands still busy at the other's shoulders and fingers practically dissolving every knot they find.

“You know…–”  

[Name] starts as he removes one of his probing hands from Wriothesley's shoulder and trails the other along the man's back as he makes his way in front of him and takes a seat on his desk, crossing one leg over the other and resting a foot on the man's lap.

“–I could always give you a full body massage, your grace. Work all that tightness out~”  

The bespectacled man slyly suggested as he slowly ran his heeled shoe up the duke's thigh and towards his crotch; biting his lip and watching the man's face with hooded eyes.

Wriothesley grits his teeth and quickly grabs onto [Name]’s ankle, pulling upwards off his lap and forcefully uncrossing the other's legs before he stands from his chair. The Duke, towering over his secretary as he stood to his full height and slotted himself between smaller's legs, fixes him with a cold yet heated gaze. His large gloved hand found its way to [Name]’s face and gripped the other's jaw, forcing them to look up at him.

“[Name].–”  

Wriothesley groaned, his throat tight with both annoyance and desire.

“–My patience can only last so much longer. You should move, you're wrinkling my paperwork.”  

The Duke finishes, yet he doesn't move himself til he lets them get down from his desk, and instead grabs the bespectacled man's waist with his unoccupied hand and gives it a firm squeeze; letting the silk-covered skin protrude from the spaces between his thick fingers.

“Oh~? How much longer until your patients run out completely, I wonder. When it's all gone–”  

[Name] pauses as he runs his hands up the tight shirt that hid Wriothesley's muscular chest from his leading eyes and loosely wraps his arms around the man's neck.

“Will you punish me~? Hm? Give me a spanking and set me straight~?”  

. . .

❝𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖉 𝕯𝖔 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕮𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕸𝖊𝖙 𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖘 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊~❞

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