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nonbinary-protogen · 1 year

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Special weapon

Characters: Nova, Sun, Moon

Cw: tying, pinning, double team, aftercare, a very ticklish animatronic getting wrecked

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"Nova! Give me my hat back!"

The nighttime attendant, Moon, was chasing the celestial explosion animatronic, Nova.

"No! Its mine now!" Nova shouted as he jumped and grabbed onto suns legs.

Sun shrieked, having no idea what's going on.

"Ah! What are you two doing?"

"Nova wont give me my hat back"

"Because you said you'd get me a hat 2 MONTHS AGO"

Moon sighed while listening to Nova's constant complaining. He can get like this when he's angry or upset. While Nova was rambling, he didn't quite notice Moon taking off his shoes. Moon would've giggled when he saw Nova having the same paw-like sensory padding that he and sun had.

The sensory padding was for holding kids easier, for overwhelmed kids, so Nova wouldn't step on anyone's fingers, and just in case the child-like animatronic got bored or overwhelmed himself. However, these lil pads have a downside, they're extremely sensitive on Nova's feet because stepping on fingers is a lawsuit waiting to happen. Making them also extremely ticklish. Moon learned that both from sunny and the hard way, by saying he's not ticklish. The cherry on top was that Nova was already unbearably ticklish, so that would pump up the ticklishness on the feet padding a LOT more.

Moon grabbed Nova's ankles

"HEY hey Moon w-what're you doing!? Y-you know my pads are extremely sensitive!"

"Oh nothing, i just wanna use my special weapon~" Moon teased as he ghosted his claws over Nova's pads.

Nova gasped and started giggling and trying to kick.

"Mohohohoon nohoho"

"Whaaat, im not even touching 'em~"

While Nova was distacted, Sun got off the rope and tied Nova's hands. Sun placed a hand on Nova's tummy.

"Relax~ we're not going to tickle you yet~"

"EEP! Nohohohoho guys..."

Nova made a very bad mistake, not only stealing Moon's hat when he's in a ler mood but also grabbing onto sun when he's in a ler mood. Nova tried freeing his hands before Moon said something.

"If you try and break free Sun will just have to pin you while he goes for one of your worst spots yet~ your neck. "

"I think Nova here just did this for the tickles, he seems very excited~"

"Oh Nova, you could've just asked, I was gonna tickle sunny over here anyways~"

"Wait what."

Moon didn't answer and started tracing the pads while Nova was already giggling wildly.

"Mohohohoon cuhuhuhut it ohohohohout!"

"I don't think i will~"

Moon dug his claws into Nova's pads causing him to shriek and break into hysterical laughter.

"NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAOO! IHIHIHI- NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!"

"Hehehe, what's wrong~ you ticklish there?~"

Sun started poking at Nova's tummy, pretending to count the stars.

"One....two....three- oops i lost count~"

"WAHAIT NO! OHOHOOHOHOOO EHEHEHEHEHHEHEE!"

Moon scritched Nova's lil feet while Sun poked at his belly. Poor Nova would've been out of breath if he had lungs, and all he could do is squirm and beg for mercy.

This felt like an eternity for Nova, when really it was only a few minutes.

But then, the lights of the pizzaplex went out, making Nova's virus activate. They stopped tickling.

"Good thing we have him tied up, or else he would've tried to snap someone's neck"

"Mhm-"

Nova swung backwards and kicked moon while he untied himself.

"You just had to open your mouth sun-"

While he rolled over to get up, Sun jumped ontop of him, pinning him to the floor.

"You may not be Nova now...but you're in Nova's body, and Nova's extremely ticklish~"

Nova jumped and squirmed trying to get away. Sun reached and started gently tickling his neck and tummy. He giggled, though, it sounded like if Nova's voice box was waterboarded, on fire, and beat up all at once, distorted basically.

"Ehehehehehehehahahahahaa!"

"Your voice may sound like you're in a broken 1900's tv but your giggles are still so cute"

The virus didn't say anything, just giggled. Gosh it tickled so badly and he just wanted to burst into hysterics. Moon got up and started tickling the pads again.

"I may have fallen, but i have not fallen forever!"

"Khkhkhkhehehehehe! S-stop it!"

He's still trying so hard not to burst out into laughter, though he failed when Sun traced his claws all over his tummy and neck.

"Kkkkkkkkkk NYAHAHAHAHAHAA EHEHEHEHEE! IHIHIHIHIHIT THIHIHIHIHICKLES!"

"We know it does~ that's why you're laughing~"

Sun lowered his head to Nova's belly as Moon stopped his tickle attack.

"Nohohoho plehehehehease, n-no raspberries please"

"Ohoho, but your giggles make it veeeery tempting~"

Without warning, Sun pressed his faceplate on Nova's tummy before blowing a raspberry on it.

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEE! S-STAHAHAP- HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Hey, maybe i should join"

Moon crawled over to Nova.

'Oh gosh it HAD to be my neck.....i thought i was gonna snap someone's neck but instead im getting tickled......there goes my fair share of the night hours' Nova thought in in his head, not being prepared for what's gonna come next.

Moon nuzzled into Nova's neck, inhaling. Nova finally realized, but it was too late they already raspberried his belly and neck.

"OHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOSH! IHIHIHIHIHIT THIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

In the middle of the attack, the lights of the pizzaplex came back on, letting the actual child-like animatronic take over. Both daycare attendants had'nt noticed it. Nova was hit with an extremely ticklish feeling on his neck and tummy.

"WAHAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAHAHAIT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA NYOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!"

They both stopped, well, not entirely. Sun kept softly tracing patterns on Nova's tummy, keeping him giggling.

"Now, where's Moon's hat?"

"Ehehehehee! Um, ihihi dropped ihihihit sohohohomewhere"

Sun pulled Nova into a hug as moon went to go get his hat.

"Have we tickled you too much?"

"What's yohohour definition of too much?"

"Ok then yes"

Sun was petting Nova on the head to calm him down. Moon came over and joined the group hug.

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charlee-slimeciclee · 2 years

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hey hey hey! dap me up!!

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hello [user reading this] from [[tumblr]]! this is a tk rp blog especially sfw for dsmp character c!slimecicle

the admin of this blog (@slimeylee ,, u can call me slime ooc!) is a minor and would appreciate if everything was kept sfw ^^

things to keep in mind;; - the admin of this account, as stated, is a minor. please do not be weird when interacting and try to keep conversations sfw ic and ooc - you can swear w/ me just no slurs (yes even if u can reclaim them) n no words that could be considered nsfw (ik how pg slime n a few ppl hes interacted with can be usually but i dont wanna get banned from tumblr or anything-) - prn wise, ooc uses;; she/he/they - prn wise, ic uses;; it/they/he

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general hcs

slime can mimic the appearance of others (facial appearance, clothing appearance, height, etc.)

when slime is upset or frustrated he'll make a squelch sound and hide in the walls of las nevadas for an hour or two

their skin is see-through and squishy and it has bubbles spread all around and inside of his skin

slime has a form with normal human skin and slimey patches scattered about his body but he usually chooses to be in his more slimey-skin form

it uses emotions to describe things and how they work, feel, act,etc.

slime always gets stuck to things / things stuck to them because his skin is very sticky

when slime blushes his face turns a darker green

slime is always full of curiosity and enjoyment of finding out about new things--things it didnt know abt anything before

slime is very flexible because of their slime tendencies and if he wanted to twist their limbs all the way around it totally can

he can only do it for a certain amount of time though before their body turns into a bunch of swirls and it becomes a pretzel xD

slime was taught that four leafed clovers give you good luck so it loves finding four leafed clovers and storing them in LN's walls

slime doesnt need to eat but if he does and/or wants to eat something it just needs to stuff it into their stomach and the food will digest itself over a timestamp of six hours

slime and quackity often hang out in the casino and watch the machine go and land randomly on a spot and slime always cheers when it lands on diamond because he knows it means a good thing

slime constantly hits quackity because when quackity is harmed it induces him to squeal in autotune and slime likes the sound; he thinks its funny and always giggles when quackity makes the noise

slime is aromantic!!

slime can remove the slime on his head and shoulder with no problem and often does it to fit in outside of las nevadas

lee hcs

slime loves when they get tickled and describe tickling as happy and cheerful

slime is a big lee leaning switch (80% lee, 20% ler) and the chance of it getting a ler mood is very uncommon

the bubbles on slime's skin arent poppable but in fact very sensitive--poke the skin above one or literally stick ur finger into his skin and wIGGLE IT AROUNd and he'll be jolting and giggling all over the place

slime is ticklish practically everywhere

some of his especially bad spots are anywhere on their torso--its thighs are a good spot as well

slime has a very bubbly and more giggly laugh and he doesnt cackle a lot unless you hit its thighs, hips or tummy :3

i would recommend that unless hes in his form with more human-like skin to not use mouth tickles with slime

though, mouth tickles are very effective if they are gentle and/or soft!! especially raspberries and nibbles :D he only lets quackity and anyone else in las nevadas (of whom he gets along with) use kisses

slime is squirmy and will always involuntarily wiggling away from tickles

but they also dont like to wiggle away from them because it generally enjoys the feeling of tickles so if he wiggles away they'll move back and lean into them

slime doesnt really understand teases and they dont affect it much, but he loves being showered in affection! their fav thing <3

slime genuinely melts if you tickle its legs (minus his thighs) and their arms + hands

so if you're tickling slime in his more slimey form and you go for his arms and from his knees to his feet, your gonna wanna make sure you do that on wooden and clean floor rather than a carpet, etc.

slime has no shame walking up to someone and asking for tickles. he doesnt think that its that big of a deal or embarrassing at all!!! :>

it often snorts, squeaks, hiccups, etc. whenever you tickle his neck or when you poke at a slime patch on their human skinned form

ler hcs

he is the most precious, wholesome ler ^^

its very respectful of you and they always will ask the lee to choose a spot for him to start and a spot for them to go after that so it doesnt make them uncomfortable

whenever slime finds a spot that makes the lee snort, squeak, hiccup, etc. he'll keep going to that spot because it reminds him of quackity's habit of squealing in autotune whenever hes harmed

slime learned tickling from quackity and it started from him being tickled to him learning how to tickle someone

slime giggles and laughs along with the lee--its just something i see him doing all the time

slime enjoys knowing the fact that hes the reason that whoever hes tickling is laughing :> it makes him happy ^^

slime likes to remove the slime on his head and or shoulder and just roll it into a ball on the lees tummy :0

slime often makes puns whenever hes tickling someone--the main puns he goes for are-- "what spot should i go for? give me a spot that tickles your fancy.." "gitchie gitchie goo!" "did i turn you into slime too, [person] from [place]?!" he doesnt have a ton but he definitely uses them often

slime likes when a lee asks him to tickle a spot thats unusually ticklish but ticklish for the lee because it gives slime an opportunity to learn abt what parts of the body might and might not be ticklish :>

spot hcs

green ;; 1-4, not too bad but you'll get a reaction 100% yellow ;; 5-6, light n bubbly laughter n gentle holding onto ur arms.. orange ;; 7-9, evil!! how dare!! squeaky, bubbly laughter, more intense red ;; 10, too ticklishhhhh EEE

|| neck ~ 4/10 usually leads to snorts, squeaks, hiccups, etc.

|| shoulders ~ 2/10 mostly squirming and arm shuffling--massaging will lead to giggling/smiling :>

|| arms + hands ~ 3/10 a melt spot gentle giggling n leg kicks

|| ribs ~ 7/10 his slime form doesnt have any bones but their form w/ actual skin does slime hybrids have 48 ribs (hc,, slime hybrids with a humanized form have 2x as many bones as humans do) and slime cant stand rib counting :(/pos

|| tummy ~ 8.5/10 bad spot!! if u poke his bellybutton they'll squeal and they love when u knead into its tummy while hes in their slime form literally will shriek >w<

|| hips // waist ~ 10/10 bad spot!! loves when someone squeezes the sides of its hips n tappies his waist :>

|| thighs ~ 10/10 it will shriek and squeal n squirm xD leg kickiesss i suggest sitting on his waist or knees so they dont kick u ^^

|| knees ~ 5/10 more light laughter--also a good melt spot!! he cant stand when someone squeezes its knee because they'll just turn em into a puddle

|| calves ~ 5/10 might squeak or squeal a really good melt spot but laughter will shoot up an octave leg kickies leg kickles did i mention leg kickies

|| feet ~ 8/10 eeeek :O trace his sole with one finger or scribble, they'll simply pass away xd

rp boundaries

"can we rp with tools?" > if ur character has feathery wings ill allow that, but nothing too intense (toothbrushes, hairbrushes, etc.)

"can i rp using a character that hasnt interacted with slime before?" > i dont mind!! :D however interactions obviously will probably not be 100% accurate

"does the rp have to be lore based?" > nope!! if slime has had some issue with the person u wanted to rp with me as we can always negotiate on personality n the way they act around each other :D

"can i swear ooc/ic around you?" > if ur character swears normally (ex, tommy, quackity, etc.) then yes i dont mind!! and i swear all the time ooc so idm swearing ^^

"can we do a non-tickle rp?" > yes!! i will do any kind of roleplay--just please keep em sfw! i can do angst, fluff, etc. etc. i rly dont mind :D

"can i roleplay with you using an oc of mine?" > sure! i'll roleplay with anyone as said earlier :> it might take me some time to get uuused to it but ill totally rp with any ocs uve got :D

"can we rp containing ships?" > i would highly prefer if roleplays were kept platonic, but yes if you want to include a ship in the rp we can totally negotiate on that :>

"how long would we be able to keep the roleplay active for?" > as long as wanted!! i'd be happy to roleplay with anyone foooreverr if you'd like xd

mention + some tags

"why are you not responding to my rp starter / ask?" > i sometimes have difficulty thinking of what to reply with and might not reply right away i dont have good vocabulary and i might often reuse words the first time im writing a reply to an ask so i try to go back and fix them please be patient with me ^-^ ~ some tags you'll see me use on this blog on;;

ooc tags!! #slimes-ooc-posts #slimes-ooc-asks #slimes-ooc-reblogs #//ooc

ic tags!! #slimes-ic-asks #slimes-ic-reblogs #//ic

btw!! all posts will be ended with -slime signing the end of my posts w/ my signature is just something ive grown a habit of doing so if you at all see me end a post in -slime its just a habit, got nothing to do with any roleplays or anything ^^

thats about all yah need to know about me n my blog :D i hope to get to know anyone that passes by well and maybe roleplay with a few of y'all that pass by my blog ^^ and with that, thats the end of my blog intro!! slimey out!

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-slime

#slimes-ooc-posts #blog introduction #dream smp #c!slimecicle #tickle rp blog #sfw rp blog

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bubblesuga · 3 years

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Once In A Lifetime

Summary: Yoongi is a pain in your ass, but sometimes that's okay. What's a cafe job without a little drama?

genre: college!au tags: smut, fluff, mutual masturbation, cream pie, dirty talk W/C: 4,740 a/n: i have a weak spot for blond yoongi

You seethe silently while you stare at the schedule on the pin board in the back room. You begged your boss, damn near pleaded on your knees in front of her not to schedule you with him.

Its hard enough to close with only two people but fuck, if it isn't impossible when you're with Min Yoongi.

Don't get it wrong, Yoongi has a knack for customer service and he's quite good at making coffee but for some reason-- when the two of you were completely alone-- he became unbearably annoying.

It's like the moment the open sign turns off, he forgets how to work. While you're in the back cleaning dishes, sweeping the kitchen, counting cash drawers, taking out the garbage and everything else involved with closing, Yoongi turns on his speaker and plays whatever song he's been working on recently.

Okay, sure. This job isn't the most important thing on the planet. You both are just trying to get a little extra cash while you push through college, but you'll be damned if you get paid the same while you do all the work.

"Kati!" you yell from the back, your arms crossed and your nails digging into each of your biceps. You hear footsteps behind you, causing you to turn around expecting to see Kati.

Unfortunately for you, Yoongi leans in the doorway with a smirk on his face, "Awe, we're closing together again!"

"Awe we're closing toget-" you begin to mock but end up giving up and allowing your frustration to take over, "shut up, Yoongi."

"Don't seem so glum, sugar plum. I promise I'll be a good boy and listen to you." His words were too sweet to be true, they were laced with his famous sarcasm which only made you want to yell at him more.

Before you have the chance to counteract his sarcasm, he taps your back lightly before turning around and walking back out.

If there was one thing you did enjoy about him, it was the view of him when he walked away.

As the hours pass, eventually you and Yoongi are the last ones there. When Seokjin said goodbye, you silently pleaded that he would stay for just a little while longer. He gave you a slight apologetic look, glancing at Yoongi before shaking his head and walking out.

A groan leaves your lips.

It's only 9:30, you still have half an hour until the shop closes and there's way too many pastries left over.

Yoongi stands behind you, silently wiping down the coffee machines and humming along to whatever song was playing over the loud speakers.

Leaning back against the counter, you cross your arms and watch Yoongi for a moment. In a dark denim apron and slim black shirt, it feels as though the uniform was made for Yoongi. You can tell he's been working out lately, his muscles are more defined beneath the fabric of his shirt. It's killing you that despite being as annoying as he is, he's still immensely attractive and he knows it.

The snapback rests backwards on his head, blond hair poking out subtly. He turns, meeting your eyes for a moment which causes you to turn away quickly. It's quiet for a while again.

"I don't think anyone is going to come in," Yoongi breaks the silence, "I doubt Kati would mind if we closed early."

"I think she would. She said she gets a rush in the last 15 minutes so we should be prepared for that."

"We're not going to get a rush, we're a coffee shop and it's almost 10pm on a Monday."

"I'm not disobeying Kati just so you can play your shitty music and do nothing while I close."

"Shitty," he scoffs, "my music is hardly shitty, and I do help close. Who do you think cleans the front?"

"Wiping down espresso machines isn't the hardest part of closing." Maybe you're being a bit too harsh. Maybe you're trying to cover up the fact that he caught you staring at him earlier.

Yoongi sets the yellow rag down on the counter, turning to you fully, "I also sweep and mop up here. It's kinda hard to do anything else when your coworker does everything else. Ya ever think of delegating, huh?"

You feel your eye twitch. Just as you're about to respond, the bell above the door rings and you instantly wipe away your anger and throw your best customer service face on.

"Hi, good evening! What can I get for you today?"

As you help the customer, Yoongi walks to the back.

You make her coffee, heat her Panini, and speak with her for a moment about the aromatics of the freshly ground coffee beans that you had become used to. You didn't have the heart to tell her that you didn't smell it anymore, so you talked about how that was your favorite part about working in a cafe.

When she leaves, you realize it's finally time to close.

Switching off the open sign, you open the cash drawers and begin counting. Anything extra goes into the safe, and it seems as though everything was in place tonight.

In the back, you can hear Yoongi moving around and you don't question what he's doing.

Cleaning, sweeping, and mopping... Eventually you finish the front and move to the back but you stop suddenly.

Yoongi isn't playing his music.

Raising an eyebrow, you push open the door to the back and see that the kitchen is completely spotless.

Yoongi puts the last of the dirty dishes away and turns to you, "Don't worry, princess. I did it just the way you like it."

"T- thank-" you stutter but you're not able to finish your sentence before Yoongi pushes past you and walks out the door. The bell rings and you realize that he's left. The two of you managed to close in under 20 minutes.

You can't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over you. You definitely we're being a bit too harsh, and it seems to have affected Yoongi more than you thought it would.

Sighing, you push a hand through your hair and walk out the door.

Your drive home is silent. You're not one to overthink, especially when it comes to Yoongi, but you feel the need to apologize.

After your nightly routine, you plop into bed and glance at your phone. It doesn't take much to make you open your contact list.

(Y/N) sent 10:55

hey. just wanted to apologize for calling your music shitty. for the record, it's not. you're pretty good.

Your phone dings quickly.

Yoongi received 10:56

no need to be sorry, i know i'm good.

You don't respond, rolling your eyes and tossing your phone onto the night stand.

~*~*~

Closing the next day was much more simple than before. Yoongi did the back again, but this time you could hear his music playing again.

The beats are much more incredible than you'd ever admit to him in person. His voice speaks melodically to the music, drowning out your thoughts. You find yourself tapping your foot to the beat as you finish cleaning up the front.

The song finishes and there's a sudden change of pace.

Instead of a strong bass line and incredible drum work, a piano plays through.

Your interest is piqued, your legs carrying you to the back where Yoongi stands. He doesn't notice you, allowing the song to continue to play.

"This is gorgeous." you murmur, and a switch flips in Yoongi.

His hands, though soaked with water and soap, reaches up and turns off the speaker. He turns to you, panicked, "N- no one is supposed to hear that one. I didn't realize it was so loud."

"So you're telling me you just...listen to your own music?"

"Well, no," for the first time, you see a blush creep across Yoongi's face, "I play certain songs for you, and there's certain songs that are just for me."

"You play songs for me?" Any resentment you had towards the man dissipated in an instant. Instead, butterflies swarmed in your tummy. Butterflies for him.

He scratches the back of his neck, "Well, I don't play them for me. I want you to see how good I am."

"Humble," you hum, giggling slightly. Yoongi seems taken aback by the sound but doesn't get a chance to dwell as you continue to speak, "why can't I listen to this song?"

Yoongi sighs, "It's embarrassing."

"Let me listen," you begin to walk towards the speaker but Yoongi puts his hands on your shoulders to hold you back, "come on, Yoongi."

Yoongi doesn't give, but you manage to slip passed his hands and fall against his chest. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and waddling you backwards. In a last ditch effort, you attempt to reach passed him but his grip on you is surprisingly strong.

"No, no, Princess. That song is for me and me only."

The nickname has a stronger affect on you than usual.

"But..." you stick your bottom lip out in a fake pout, "I wanna hear the softer side of Min Yoongi."

Yoongi's eyes dart to your lips, licking his own. You're suddenly aware of just how close Yoongi is keeping you, his cologne filling your nose. He's cute from this angle, his nose is rounded and is tinged with red at the tip. His eyes, though dark, are brighter than usual. He smiles softly, a gentle giggle falling from his lips.

"I can't tell you how many times I've wanted you this close to me." Your heart melts at his words, and you look down to the way your chests are pressed against each other.

"Why didn't you say anything?" you question.

He smiles, "I did, you just didn't listen since you were so preoccupied with your little closing routine."

"My little closing routine makes the opener's life so much easier." you defend, trying to distract yourself from the way his hands sit at the base of your spine, playing gently with the hem of your shirt.

"I'm sure the opener is very concerned with the fact that you make sure you set the forks before the spoons and the knives right after." Yoongi whispers, his tone joking but his eyes glazing over. Even in the horrendous white lighting of the kitchen, he looks beautiful.

"Bite me, Yoongi."

Yoongi bares his teeth and scrunches his nose, "If you insist."

Without wasting a second, Yoongi's mouth latches onto your lips. You gasp into the kiss, but Yoongi's grip tightens and holds you closer.

To say your stomach exploded into butterflies would be an understatement. Your entire body lit up like a Christmas tree, heat radiating from your skin because Yoongi was everywhere. His hands were large, slipping underneath the hem of your shirt and resting on your lower back. He didn't stray any higher or lower, simply planting himself in one spot while his lips continued their attack on yours.

He smiles against your lips, taking them away only to begin his reign over your jaw line and down your neck. Then, he nips.

One.

Two.

Three.

By the fourth, his teeth are biting at your collarbones, but his hands have not moved from your back. You mewl above him, desperately clinging to his arms. Damn your neck for being so sensitive.

"Yoongi," you breathe, "touch me, Yoongi."

"I am touching you." He murmurs stubbornly against your skin.

You whine, "Your hands, Yoongi."

"Hmm," he hums, chuckling, "I like when you say my name."

Suddenly his hands drop down to your ass, kneading it through the thin fabric of your work leggings. He pulls himself back up to your face, planting his lips against yours again as you moan into his mouth.

Yoongi slips his hands between the two of you, hooking his fingers beneath the band of both your leggings and your panties.

"Are we really about to fuck in the kitchen?" You ask, your chest heaving.

Yoongi leans back, taking a second to assess the situation. "You're right, my apartment?"

"No, your car."

"Dirty girl," he grins, taking his keys out of his pocket, "I'll turn off all the lights. Go get ready for me."

You nod, grabbing his keys and walking out of the door. As you're about to reach the front door, it already swings open and Kati waltzes in completely unexpectedly.

Panicked, your eyes go wide and you halt just before leaving from behind the counter. Kati glances up from her phone, "Ah, perfect, is Yoongi still here?"

Swallowing, you nod carefully.

"Great, I need to talk to you both," she turns towards the kitchen, "Yoongi! Get your ass up here!"

Closing your eyes, you pray to god that he's composed himself a little more than you have. Sure enough, he walks from the kitchen and seems just as nonchalant as ever, "Yes, boss?"

"So, I need you two to close for the next couple weeks together. Jackson quit and Woojin can't work nights."

"...and?" Yoongi questions.

She seems slightly taken aback, "Well, I need to make sure you two won't kill each other."

Both you and Yoongi hold back laughter.

Resting his arm softly on your shoulder, Yoongi's skin is still hot against yours, "No promises, boss."

"I'm serious," she scolds, "It's only a couple weeks then I'll never schedule you two alone again."

"Yes ma'am." you put your hand up in a salute.

Working alone with Yoongi for 2 weeks? What could possibly go wrong?

Kati smiles, "Alright then. I'm gonna grab the money from the safe then I'll let you two get back to closing."

You two silently watch Kati unlock the safe beneath the register, taking out the deposits from today. Yoongi's arm hasn't left your shoulder, his fingers brushing lightly against your collarbone. When you turn over to him, his face showing no emotion but his hands doing more to you than you could ever imagine.

Kati turns back, "Okay, be here at 2 tomorrow. Thank you!"

As she walks out, Yoongi's arm falls from your neck.

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow as he wipes his brow.

"I was shitting bricks." Yoongi says, causing you to tilt your head. "Why?"

"You have hickeys all over your neck."

Your eyes widen, your hand flying to your neck, "Yoongi! Do you know how fucking bad that could have been?"

"I know, that's why I covered your neck." He explains, gesturing with just as wild eyes.

"No, no-" you shake your head, "We almost fucked in the kitchen, Yoongi. That's not okay."

"But we were gonna go to my car!" Yoongi's shoulders slump and his mouth is agape in confusion.

"Imagine if she had walked in when your tongue was down my throat."

"Well I would have asked her to join."

"Yoongi!"

"I'm kidding, you know I only have eyes for you babe." He steps closer, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips once again. You pull away, shaking your head.

Despite the fact that it was taking everything in you not to kiss him again, not to giggle at his lighthearted jokes and just follow him to his car, you knew that you had to practice self-discipline otherwise no work would ever get done with Yoongi.

"Are you upset?" Yoongi seems hurt.

"No," you sigh, "I just don't think it's a good idea for us to do anything here."

Yoongi straightens his back, clearing his throat and adjusting his clothes, "Right. Wouldn't want anyone's coffee getting out late because we're in the back fucking."

"Right." you whisper.

Yoongi smiles softly, "Doesn't mean I won't imagine it."

"Such a gentleman," you roll your eyes, bending down to grab your bag, "I'll see you tomorrow."

~*~*~

"Can I get an Dirty Chai with oatmilk, Yoongi?"

It's the first time you had one of those late night rushes that Kati was talking about. There's a line out the door, drunk college students desperate for some sort of carbs to soak up the alcohol. Yoongi is running back and forth from the panini press to the espresso machine while you grabbed pastries and muffins for what seemed like hours.

It being busy hasn't distracted you enough from the past couple of days with Yoongi.

Yoongi has respected the boundary you set-- for the most part. Walking passed you in the small space behind the counter, his hands brush along your back, a trail of heat following his fingertips. Though it's not the most intense of touches, there's a sensuality of it that leaves you nearly a panting mess.

Your conversations have been more open, you continue to ask him about his music and he wonders aloud about your studies. He learned that you were a history major, specializing in paleontology. Ever since then, he likes to ask questions about random dinosaurs. It's certainly cute, because you can tell he's genuinely interested but he's only interested because you're the one telling him.

You still haven't been able to listen to that song that he started, and he insist its because its not good enough for the rest of the world to hear it yet. You're sure its finished, he's just not ready for you to hear what it's about. Something tells you you're getting close though.

Yoongi turns around a few moments after your request, setting a Dirty Chai on the counter. You call out the customer's name and smile as you hand it to her.

"Swap me, babe. My hands are shaking."

Oh yeah, the pet names have evolved as well.

"Shaking?" you question, but you don't have enough time to dwell as the panini press dings and you're rushing to the other side of the front.

Sure enough, as you glance back Yoongi's hands are shaking while he begins handing out pastries.

Finishing up a few more coffees, you call out customer names and the dining room begins to clear out. The line is gone and a few groups sit in the dining room, eating their food.

The second that Yoongi hands the last pastry out, he walks to the back without saying a word to you.

Glancing at the customers, you swallow and follow him.

When you enter the kitchen, Yoongi's taking deep breaths against the sink. He doesn't notice you, so you lean opposite him against the counter.

Leaning forward, you rest your hands on either side of Yoongi's face, forcing him to look you in the eye.

"That was a lot of people." Yoongi breathes.

"It was, but we kicked ass." you reassure him, but his breathing doesn't slow down.

"I think I'm having an anxiety attack," he explains, "can you hug me? P- pressure helps calm down the fight or flight response and-"

You don't allow him to finish, pulling him close to you and wrapping your arms tightly around him. His face buries itself into your neck, his breath fanning raggedly over your skin. It takes him a few moments, but his breathing slowly begins to calm, his heart rate slowing against your chest.

"If its ever getting to much for you just let me know and I'll fly solo for a little bit." you speak softly, your hand moving up to stroke the back of Yoongi's head.

"I can't do that to you," he sighs, "I'm sorry you have to see me like this."

"No, I get it," your nails begin to scratch his scalp gently, "a lot of drunk people wanting food is overwhelming, especially when their patience is non-existent. If you ever need to take a breather then I won't get mad."

"You already hate closing with me, I don't want to make it worse."

Your heart breaks.

"No, I don't hate closing with you. I think I was just trying to hide my feelings." You never expected to say this to him, but at this point you'll do anything to make him feel better.

He pulls away from your neck, a shy smile on his face. He has done a complete 180 from two nights ago.

"You have feelings for me?"

"Well, I certainly feel something." You look down, hyper aware of how close he is to you.

He grins, leaning down and pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips. Before the conversation can go any further, the bell dings open and both of you jump apart, moving to the front to help yet another customer.

The rest of the night went by much more smoothly than earlier.

Yoongi turns on his music in the front while you do the dishes in the back. He's playing his usual mix, and you find yourself humming along to the songs as they come.

It's not until you're almost finished do you hear the familiar piano notes begin to play. Peaking your head out of the kitchen, Yoongi holds the speaker in his hands and watches you carefully. Slow melodies play out underneath his gentle voice, the lyrics portraying the man's first love.

You cross your arms, soaking in the lyrics as much as you can. His face is red as more emotion plays out. It doesn't take you long to realize that what you're listening to is the personification of Yoongi's passion. A conversation is held between him and the piano, and Yoongi sets flame to it all.

When the song comes to a close, you don't move, or breathe, or speak.

"Oh my god, say something!"

You look up, meeting Yoongi's scared eyes.

"When you become famous can I sell your autograph on ebay?"

Yoongi laughs, "Yeah, you can sell it."

You don't think of a witty response. Instead, you walk towards him and hug him once again. Resting your head on his shoulder, you two sway for a moment, almost dancing with the air. The atmosphere of the empty cafe has become much more calming than it was before.

His hands dance along your spine, "You know, I've never shown anyone that song before."

"I'm glad that my insistence made me the first." you tease, inhaling Yoongi's cologne. He certainly knows how to smell good.

"Your insistence, yes," he starts, "but also your impeccable ability to strengthen my confidence."

"Awe, does Yoongi have a soft spot for me?" you try your best to hide the way his smile is making your heart flutter.

"Always have." He murmurs, his lips kissing the tip of your nose.

"We're not very good at the whole 'not-kissing-at-work' thing." you giggle, feeling his grip tighten.

"I don't want to be good at it."

He doesn't allow you to respond before his lips are on yours once again. Against them, he smirks, "Shall we go to my car tonight?"

"God yes."

With steamy windows and Yoongi's hot body on top of yours, you both completely forget about your surroundings. His back seat is incredibly comfortable, your head resting on his shirt while he nips along your stomach and down to your hips.

It didn't take long for the two of you to move, you listening to Yoongi's every silent demand as he taps your hip to signal you to lift them.

Smiling, he murmurs a soft, "Good girl." before sliding your leggings and panties off in one go.

Now fully exposed, goosebumps raise under your skin. Yoongi is slow moving, his tongue drawing circles on your pelvic bone before biting down harshly. You gasp, your back arching into him.

"How long have you been this wet?" Yoongi asks, his fingers moving forward to collect your arousal. He slips through your folds, pushing a single finger into your aching heat.

You can't formulate a response to his question, because he begins a tormentingly slow thrust into your head, curling his finger upward.

Dipping his head down, his lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks.

Your hips jerk against him, but the pleasure doesn't play out for long before his pulling away.

"I don't want you to cum yet," he chuckles when you whine, standing and unbuckling his belt, "I just needed to make sure you were ready."

"And what?" you bite playfully, "you gonna pull out a huge snake or some shit?"

"I don't think so," Yoongi responds, sliding his pants down his legs, revealing his cock, "it's alright."

It's more than alright. Your mouth waters over the sight, twitching slightly from his arousal. It's curved upward, the tip already a hot red and leaking precum. His hand wraps around the base of it, stroking it slowly. Out of habit, you slide your middle and ring fingers into your mouth, sliding them down your body and to your clit.

You eyes don't pull themselves away from the way Yoongi is skillfully touching himself, thumb running along the tip and a string of saliva falling from his mouth to the tip of his cock.

"You like watching me touch myself?" He asks, his voice significantly deeper than it was before. You nod, not looking away from his cock.

"Answer me." he takes his hand away from his cock and brings it to your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He's willing to sacrifice his own pleasure to get an answer out of you, and for some reason that only turns you on even more. You speed the movements on your clit, moaning softly while you look into Yoongi's eyes.

He clicks his tongue once he notices your movements, grabbing your wrist and dragging it up to his mouth. Licking your fingers clean, he grabs your other hand and holds both of your wrists against your pelvic bone, just out of reach of your heat. He likes playing games, and he likes to win.

"Yes," you finally manage, "yes I like watching you jerk off."

He grins, a gummy grin that makes him seem much more innocent than he is. The words are dirty falling from your tongue but it only seems to heighten the fire in Yoongi's eyes.

"Good," he says, gripping his cock again and thrusting into his hand, "should I let you cum just from watching me?"

Your wrists twitch in his other hand, "P- please."

"Okay, whatever you want princess."

He lets go of your hands and your fingers fly to your clit, desperately rubbing harsh circles while he continues to stroke himself.

As his pace speeds up, he begins to let out soft, subtle moans. Your chest heaves at the sounds, hands shaking while you push yourself even closer to the edge.

"Louder, Yoongi," you beg, "please."

Yoongi bites his bottom lip briefly, a small whimper falling from his mouth while you arch your back, the heat in your abdomen growing stronger and stronger.

Yoongi's hand stops suddenly, "Where do you want me to cum?"

You grin mischievously, gesturing to your core.

Yoongi's eyes widen, crawling closer to you and leaning down, "You want me to cum in your pussy?"

You nod frantically.

"Who would have thought my pretty princess was such a dirty girl."

"Just fuck me, Yoongi." you whine, pushing your heat towards him. Yoongi does just that, slipping his cock into you. You instantly clamp around him, causing his hips to stutter deeper into you.

He gains his rhythm quickly, not holding back as he holds your hips into his back seat and pounds into you harshly.

A deep growl erupts from his chest at your small whimpers, an almost primal instinct taking over him as he leans down to kiss you. The second his lips touch yours, you gasp and feel yourself release. A loud moan of his name falls from your lips as you come undone, pushing his hips into yours with your heels.

Yoongi follows suit quickly, his release coating your walls and his head collapsing onto your chest.

"Holy fuck." He says after a minute, his mouth agape while he tries to catch his breath.

"Better than you imagined?" You feel proud of yourself for having such a huge affect on Yoongi. It's not often does he seem caught off guard.

"Way better," he replies, "the best I've ever had."

You run your nails over his scalp again, feeling him shiver against you, "Maybe if you take me out, you'll be able to have it again."

Yoongi pulls his head up, "When, where, what time?"

"I'll leave that up to you," you smile, "let's just cuddle for now."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

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lokifantasies · 3 years

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Fall Festival (Loki/Kids/Reader)

You and Loki take Jade, Emmy, and Ivy to the fall fair.

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The fall festival is in town, and while Thor has agreed to watch Mia and Kaiser – since they're too little to actually do anything – you and Loki take Jade, Emmy, and Ivy out for the night. For the first time in a while, Emmy seems to be enjoying herself – laughing and having fun with Ivy and Jade. You and Loki walk behind your three eldest children – holding hands and stealing kisses whenever the two of you can.

"Babe, do you wanna ride the Ferris Wheel with me?" you smile at the God of Mischief. "Maybe...get a little busy up top?"

Loki laughs at your suggestion. "You mischievous little kitten," Loki grins as he kisses you. "Jade," he says – getting your fifteen-year-old's attention. "Watch your sisters. Mom and I are going on the Ferris Wheel."

"Ooo, can we come?!" Ivy asks with a pleading tone.

You clear your throat. "Maybe after daddy and I get done, sweetie," you tell her.

"Mom and dad wanna be alone, Ivy," Jade tells her. "Come on, I'll ride whatever you and Emmy wanna go on."

Excitedly, the three girls run off towards the scarier rides, and you and Loki sneak off towards the Ferris Wheel.

"You really wanna do this, huh?" Loki chuckles – wrapping his arms around your waist from behind – peppering your neck with kisses.

You nod your head. "It'll be hot," you moan seductively.

"Mhm," Loki moans against your neck.

You giggle at his frustration – knowing that his cock is growing hard the longer he has his hands on you, but his jeans are in the way of you feeling it.

"I could," kiss, "you know...cast an," kiss, "illusion...we could get started in line," he offers.

"You can wait five minutes, babe," you respond – reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair.

Thirty minutes later, you and Loki catch back up to your kids. Jade can clearly see something happened while the two of you were "riding the Ferris Wheel."

"Dad," she whispers – pulling Loki aside, clearing her throat before she calls him out. "You re-buttoned your shirt wrong."

Loki looks down and notices that the top two buttons of his shirt are messed up – the top button being buttoned in the lower buttonhole. "Thanks," Loki mutters as he fixes the buttons.

"Daddy!" Ivy squeals – running up to you and Loki. "Daddy! Come here!" she excitedly grabs Loki's hand and pulls him towards a game booth.

Loki chuckles when she finally stops. "How may I help you, Ivy?" he pokes her in the tummy.

"Can you win me a big unicorn?!" Ivy asks. "Please?!"

Ivy's blue eyes look up at her dad, her hands together as she pleads for the biggest unicorn they have.

"Oh, can you win me the big panda?" Emmy tags along – seeing the giant panda hanging up next to the unicorn.

Loki chuckles. "Does anyone else want a prize?"

"I'll take the giant lion," you say softly – wrapping your arms around Loki's waist as you and Jade come up from behind.

"You already know which one I want," Jade grins.

"The baby bear?" Loki questions – knowing the answer. Jade happily nods, and Loki takes enough cash out of his wallet to win the four of you your desired stuffed animals and two extras for Kaiser and Mia.

With Loki being Loki, it doesn't take long for him to win the six rounds of the ring toss game needed to win prizes for you, Jade, Emmy, Ivy, Kaiser, and Mia. Having satisfied his girls, Loki conceals the giant, stuffed toys so the group can continue riding the rides. While the children run around and ride as many rides as they can, you and Loki walk around the giant area – enjoying the alone time that Jade, Emmy, and Ivy are more than happy to give you.

"I love you," you softly tell Loki as the two of you hold hands like teenagers in love.

Loki kisses the side of your head and chuckles. "I love you too, Y/N."

"You're an amazing father," you tell him. "Don't ever doubt that."

He takes a deep breath in. "I just...I'm – how am I supposed to forgive myself for Emmy getting hurt?" he asks, the pain in his voice evident. "I'm supposed to be her protector – I promised to always be there for her."

You stop and step in front of Loki – holding his face in your hands. "I know, my love," you sympathize, "but I've come to believe that you and I – we were and still are there for her – for all of our kids," you begin – holding his forehead down to yours. "We may not be able to control other people's actions – the things that happen in the world, but as long as we stand by their side and prove to them that we'll always be there for them, then I don't know how else we can protect our kids...without forcing them to live a horribly isolated life."

"Dad!" Jade's voice calls out from the crowd – prompting you to give Loki a quick kiss before turning your attention to the fifteen-year-old with her sisters in tow.

Loki smiles at the sight of them growing closer. "That's my name," he smiles.

"Uh, no," Jade argues. "Your name is Loki, but whatever. Will you come ride the giant spaceship ride with me?"

Loki looks at Ivy and Emmy. "You have two perfectly good sisters right there to ride with you."

"I'm sleepy," Emmy says with a yawn.

"And I want a funnel cake," Ivy smiles

"You can't ride it by yourself?" Loki questions.

Jade scoffs. "What fun is that?! Please, dad!"

Finally, Loki gives in and lets the teenager lead him to the spaceship ride – luckily, the line isn't long, so Loki doesn't have time to weasel out of it. While you take the twins to get funnel cakes, you can't help but wonder what's going on with Jade and Loki. It must be quite a sight to see him ride a sketchy fair ride like the spaceship one.

"If you throw up, aim that way," Jade teases her dad as they find two spots next to each other.

"Jade," Loki scoffs, "have you forgotten that your dad is an extraterrestrial god who has traveled in more spaceships than you could possibly imagine."

"Woah," the little boy next to Loki says – discovering who is standing next to him. "You're Loki...that's...awesome!"

Loki looks over, and Jade sits up to see the kid – excited to be next to the one and only God of Mischief. "Hey kid, back off," Jade warns. "He's my dad."

"Ignore her," Loki smiles at the kid and turns back to Jade. "Be nice," he hisses. "Or I'll get off."

Suddenly, the lights dim, and the spaceship begins to rotate slowly – Jade getting a cocky smirk on her face. "Too late," she whispers before chuckling. "I can't believe you and mom fucked in the Ferris Wheel."

Ten minutes or so later, you and the twins arrive at the spaceship ride – waiting for Jade and Loki to disembark. However, as the ride comes to a stop, you watch as two men with mops begin to enter, and the passengers begin to come off one by one. Jade has a proud smirk on her face, but Loki...Loki doesn't look too good.

"So, how was it?" you ask – eager to hear how your god handled a "zero-gravity" ride.

"That's nothing like the real thi-,"

"Dad threw up," Jade interrupts Loki with a laugh as the five of you walk away. "It landed on," Jade continues to laugh as hard as she can, "this little boy," she clutches her stomach. "Oh my God, mom...it was great."

You shake your head and give a small chuckle - walking and eating the funnel cakes with the twins as you head out of the fairgrounds – Loki and Jade trailing behind.

"If you didn't have so much dirt on me," Loki quietly threatens in a playful tone, "then I'd spill so many of your secrets."

Jade gasps and slaps her father, who runs off ahead of you and the twins. "No! Get back here!" Jade yells – sprinting after the god.

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harryhandstan · 4 years

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u know that tiktok prank where the child is rude to their mother as a prank to their dad and see how they react?? can u do a fic where ur child and u do that prank on harry? sorry if that made no sense x

I spend way too much time on tiktok so I knew exactly which trend you meant! It made perfect sense, no worries. I’m only sorry it took me so long and hope you enjoy it!

This is also my first time writing Harry as an established dad..everything else Dad!Harry I’ve written has been pre-dad Harry when the reader is still pregnant. I also left the gender of the child up to the reader’s imagination hope that’s okay!

I really wish I was creative enough to come up with a title but I haven’t had any sleep so here’s 1.4k of Dad!Harry below :) ran it through a spell check and proofread it myself but no beta reader so I apologize for any mistakes!

“Now remember, you’re not really mad at mummy, but we have to make daddy think you are, okay? You have to sound really mean.”

Your 4 year old nods, that same glint of mischief in their eyes that you’d seen in Harry’s countless times before. They were all too eager to share in the prank that you’d planned the night before.

“Promise I won’t be in trouble, mumma?”

Harry wasn’t easy to surprise, would often figure out quickly what you were up to, but he would never suspect you to rope your child into something so sly and devious. But the second you saw the trend, you knew it was something you at least had to attempt. It was harmless, and even if he did get upset, he would never stay mad for long.

You kiss your child’s forehead, “‘Course not, baby. Just a little joke we’re playing on daddy, alright?”

They nod again, and you question for a second if maybe this is too cruel. But then your child straightens, looks up at you with a big grin on their face and says, “Ready!”

It was business as usual here in the Styles household, an early morning rushing through breakfast and getting your child ready for school. Harry had offered to clean up the breakfast mess while you assisted your little one with whatever they needed to prepare for their day. Normally, you were running late, rushing through your routine and getting out the door later than planned. But this morning, you had sneakily outlined everything earlier so you could hopefully pull everything off in a timely manner.

So when you hear the water to the sink in the kitchen shut off, you know he’s done with the dishes and only seconds from climbing the stairs to get himself ready for the day. He’ll be close enough to hear the argument, but far enough away that hopefully you can compose yourself enough to make him believe it’s real.

“Here he comes, now!”

Your child springs into action, quickly running to the doorway of their room and shouting, “I hate you, Mummy!” before slamming the door as hard as their little body could. You have to admit it was convincing, if you didn’t know it was a prank, the sting of the words would have truly cut right through your heart. This child was your baby, your love, the perfect mixture of yourself and Harry.

His feet are just landing on the top stair at the slam of the door, and you can tell by the genuine shock on his face that he believes it was real. It’s your turn to play your part, so you turn to him, face scrunched up in mock sadness. You even impress yourself, managing to squeeze a tear from your eye to add that much more to the scene.

You stifle a laugh at how suddenly his face turns from surprise to displeasure. You muffle it enough it sounds like a sob, and he glances between you and your child’s door, not sure which to attend to first. He chooses you, hoping he didn’t hear what he thought he just heard. Surely between the two of you as parents, your child would know better than to act such a way. Sure they tended to get sassy every now and again, but this was a new level of disrespect that he was in disbelief of.

“What’s happened? Leave you two alone for 5 minutes..”

You shrug, “Just offered to help pick out clothes for school and..” You bury your face in your hands, fearing you’ll break out into laughter and ruin it too suddenly. You know if he gets close enough, he’ll be able to see right through the façade and determine it was false.

“S’alright, love.” He touches your elbow, then bends to kiss the top of your head before turning back towards your child’s bedroom door, “I’ll talk to ‘em.”

His footsteps are falling heavier across the floor now and you almost stop him right then and there, confess it’s all fake. You know your child’s not in danger of any real punishment, truth is you were normally the one that had to be firm when it was necessary. Harry was too soft, always forgiving too quickly and not following through with consequences. But this was serious, he would not have his child speak so rudely to anyone, especially their mother.

He tosses the door open, trying his best to cast a stern look across his face. Not so harsh as to scare them, just enough that they know how unacceptable their behavior was. He leaves the door open behind him and you move closer to listen, curious to see just how long your child lasts before they give up the secret the two of you share.

You stand just outside of the door, hear the squeak of the mattress you’re sure was caused by Harry sitting on the edge of it. You can just see your child, fully committed to this charade, thrown across the bed, an arm dramatically covering their face. Like you said, a perfect mix of you and Harry, but definitely getting more of the dramatic side from you.

Harry keeps his voice low and calm enough that you don’t make out all of what is said, but when you hear the phrase “apologize to mummy” you take that as your cue to join them, leaning against the frame of the open door. There’s a quick exchange of a look between you and your child, who sits on the edge of the bed next to Harry, still in their rainbow pajamas, hair a ruffled mess of curls from how they had slept the night before. You bring a finger to your lips, a reminder not to say anything yet, before poking your lip out just enough to look upset again.

You almost have to suppress another laugh as your baby sits up on their little knees, leaning close to Harry’s face to the point their noses are almost touching, hands on their hips. They’re precariously balancing themselves, but determined to look their father in the eye when they say, “NO. Won’t say sorry cause Mumma was mean to me.”

Though your child had been stubborn and reluctant to do things in the past, they had never outright refused to do something they were instructed to do. Harry’s mouth opens to say something, but it closes just as rapidly, awe written on his face as he looks up at you. You try to mimic his expression, a hand in front of your open mouth to add a more theatrical flare to your features. His hands come to rest on the child’s shoulders, more in fear of them falling off the bed than anything. He lifts them to sit in his lap, bending to look right in their eyes as he says, “Bubs, what has gotten into you today? You wanna be in trouble?”

The child wiggles expertly out of his grip, running to where you bend to scoop them up, hugging them close with a hand behind their head. Harry’s face is even more puzzled, truly baffled by your child’s behavior. You just shrug at him again, hand continuing to work through the soft, light brown curls on your little one’s head.

Finally, you break the silence, giggle bursting out of you before you whisper loud enough for Harry to hear, “Should we tell him now, lovie?”

The babe looks at you and then back to Harry before returning your laugh, “I think so, mumma.”

“S’all a joke? You BRATS I knew y’were up to somethin’!” He narrows his eyes at the two of you before pointing his finger at you, “M’gonna get ya back for this, s’not nice to tease.”

He lifts himself from his spot on the small twin bed, wiggling his fingers at the child now clinging tighter and squealing with laughter at the idea of being tickled by their dad.

“G’nna get you too, bub,” He tugs the squirming child from your arms, raising them upwards and spinning with them once before bending to press kisses to their tummy, only causing the squeals to become louder. They put their little hands on his cheeks, “Stop, daddy! Hafta get ready for school!”

“Oh now ya wanna be good and get ready like y’were supposed to be doing? Right then, off you go.” He lands them softly on their feet, final kiss to their cheek, turning them to the dresser in the corner of the room.

He turns back to you, a smirk tugging once side of his mouth upwards. He leans to whisper, keeping his voice low in case the babe were to hear, “I’ll take bub to school this mornin’.”

He squeezes your hip, “Hope mummy’s ready f’her lesson about why s’not nice to tease daddy when I get back.”

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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hihi allie !! i hope you're well, i thought the ships thingy was pretty fun so here i am :)

team: nucks or umich, you can choose !

personal style: i have no idea— its a mix like sometimes i wear baggy clothes like sweats and an oversized shirt and then other times im really girly and like getting dressed up

ideal date: i dont have one 😭

you've got a lot of wiggle room with this, sorry im not very detailed.. but thank you and i love you !!

- riri <3

Aww love ya too Riri!

Ok ok…I ship you with Quinn Hughes. He seems like a dude that values being comfy. We know that your love for him runs deep, and I 1000% could not see me shipping you with anyone else (although Bords or Briss definitely infested my mind for a hot minute). He would literally love when you dress for comfort because he does the same, but he would also love taking you out.

*Ally decided to use her dream first date*

Quinn and you had planned a road-trip. Seeing as the two of you have been best friends for months, it only seemed natural to take a fun trip together as a first real date.

The two of you were driving up the coast, listening to your shared favourite songs, and driving with the windows down. It was a sunny day and the two of you had nowhere else in the world you wanted to be.

“Wanna get lunch, we can get fast food?” Quinn yelled over the music.

Instantly, you become aware of the slight rumble in your tummy. Fast food sounds amazing!

“Yea Quinner, wanna get Tim’s?” You ask.

He shook his head no. The two of you had an onrunning joke about never agreeing where to eat.

“McDonalds or i kick you out.” Quinn stated.

You poked his stomach and he swatted your hand.

“You’re re lucky it’s the off-season, coach would kill you.”

“–and you’re lucky that your cute.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and he replied the exact same way. The whole time you both felt like little kids. It was such an awesome start to the trip and the relationship.

*mini hughesboards *

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dabiboy · 3 years

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Some self indulgent dad!dabi drabble I just wrote. Yes, at 01:30am. Sorry if there are grammar mistakes, did this on my phone with eyes half open😂

Broken Boys [dad!Dabi]

Kaji locked himself in the room, and you were more than worried. He was already five, his quirk was manifesting in different forms, shaping slowly in bits of you and bits of Dabi's. And that was the dangerous part. A doctor told you it was 99,9% sure Kaji's quirk was going to be steam, but as it is shaping there were going to be traces of his parent's quirks, but you didn't expect that his fire was stronger. And you hoped it didn't last long, because he had already hurt himself and locked in his room. Feeling weak, a failure, and scared. You couldn't hear him crying, yelling, anything. And that's why you were worried.

But then it hit you.

Taking for phone out, you texted.

"I need your help with Kaji"

"What's wrong?"

"His quirk is manifesting. In weird ways. I think he's hurt, but he won't open the door"

"On my way"

Dabi didn't even hesitate, he never did when it was about Kaji. There were days in which was harder for him to go visit him, but if he was available he was doing it with no hesitation.

You tried to convince your son to open the door and talk to you, but he didn't. And you kept thinking about the worst cases until Dabi arrived.

You explained him about Kaji's quirk and what was happening, and you could see the concern in Dabi's expression, he knew it better than anyone. And he was not letting his son feel the way he did.

"Hey, open the damn door you brat" He wasn't soft, but that was his way. He was trying as much as he could.

"No! Get out!" Kaji yelled, and the sadness in his voice was way to obvious.

"If you don't open it in the next five seconds I will burn it down, and then leave" Dabi stated. Maybe that was a bit rough, but he wasn't sure on how to deal with an angry five year old. "One, two" and then, the door opened slowly.

Following Dabi, you entered to the room just to see him sitting on the floor as he held his knees against his chest, silently sobbing. Dabi stood right on his tracks, his heart stopping in a painful way when he saw it. Kaji's forearm was burnt, the same way he got burnt on his many trainings when he was young. He walked slowly and kneeled down in front of him, looking at Kaji with sad eyes.

"How did it happened?" Dabi asked, holding him by the wrist carefully.

"I was trying to," a sob "my quirk is lame" Kaji changed his sentence, and then spoke again "is steam, my classmates say i'm like a sauna, and the doctor say I'm showing pieces of you and mom's quirk, so I thought if I train one it will be stronger" his explanation was not the best but Dabi knew what he meant.

"First off, your classmates can go to hell. Second-" He looked for his eyes "Hey, look at me. You don't need to please fucking anyone, and less to overwork yourself to the point of hurting you"

"But I wanted to be like you"

And that broke him. Fuck, come here. He whispered under his breath, stretching his scarred arms towards him, and Kaji did the same without thinking twice. He held the boy against his chest, and you made your way to the bathroom to get some bandages and oinment for Kaji's wound.

Dabi sat on the couch with his son on his lap, and it was the first time you had seen him being that soft.

"Let's heal that. Must hurt like a bitch, right?" Dabi said, using the oinment you has given him

"Uh huh" Kaji flinched a little bit at the burning feeling and the older noticed.

"Just hold on, it won't be long"

His movements were delicate and careful. He had spent years healing his own wounds, and the truth was that a part of him felt relief because Kaji was not alone. Dabi had to heal himself on his own, away from Endeavor. Poorly made bandages, any cheap oinment he could find, and now? He was sitting on a comfortable couch with a little boy on his thigh, trusting him so he could heal his tiny arm.

"That's it" Dabi said, finishing the job. "It will still hurt, but make sure you change these things, and wash it with warm water. Use a soft towel to dry it" he instructed looking at you, and you knew that he was right, he had take care of himself plenty of times.

"Daddy" Kaji interrupted "Thank you" a very small and even shy small was on his face.

"It's Ok. This is what fathers do, right?" He laughed dryly. "Hey, you." Dabi's finger poked Kaji's tummy. "Don't do that anymore. No one can tell you your quirk is trash, or that you're like a sauna. And if the do, you have my permission to kick their asses. Got it?" He lifted his eyebrows "Be you. Not someone else" Kaji's eyes litted up, and his tiny arms got to Dabi's neck, holding him tightly.

"You're my hero, daddy!" Dabi's eyes opened in surprise, not sure about what to say to that statement, and you could feel your eyes getting wet at such scene "I wub' you" Dabi wrapped his arms around his son slowly, honestly, it was the second time he had hugged his son that tight in years.

"Yeah, me too. Now let's get you to bed, it'a fucking late" After leaving an unexpected caress on Kaji's head, Dabi stood up to head back to the kid's room. "Wanna join us, doll?" He looked at you over his shoulder, giving you a sided smirk.

Those were your two boys.

A little broken, but they were fixing each other in their on way.

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I just started my period and my endometriosis makes it an actual living hell, and the only thing getting me through is imaging my favorite bois rubbing my tummy and giving me snacks. So it gave me the idea for this request, Vlad King, Gang Orca and Fatgum with a s/o on their period and just them being rlly soft and gentle

hey everyone! turns out the health problems I mentioned earlier are slightly more serious than I originally thought but this blog and writing is a huge comfort for me so I won’t go away completely but posting is probably gonna be pretty irregular! That being said I also imagine my fave bois around me when I’m having a bad pain day so this was actually sort of helpful to write I hope it helps you too anon! I kept it gender-neutral bc everyone gets periods ofc! (also I always write the reader living in apartments bc I live in one sdfs if that bothers anyone let me know and I’ll try to keep it in mind!)

Sekijiro Kan/ Vlad King: When he enters a basically pitch black and silent apartment Vlad’s a little concerned. You had mentioned not feeling well so he hates the idea that you went out on your own, even to just run a small errand, the idea that you wouldn’t ask him to do that sort of thing when you weren’t feeling good actually makes him a little upset he makes a mental note to talk to you about it when you’re feeling better. The sink still had dishes in it and all the blankets by the couch were unfolded plus the basket of unfolded laundry in the hall, all of it pointed to you feeling under the weather. Though it gives him an idea. He’ll at least change your bedsheets for you while your out, that way when you get back he can usher you to bed and make sure you get nice and comfortable. When he nudges your bedroom door open to do just that he’s greeted by the sight of you. Or the lump that is probably you huddled underneath your covers. “You’ve been here the whole time?” Judging by the way you shuffle into bed at his voice you’ve been awake too. He quickly makes his way over to you and sits on the edge of your mattress, “didn’t you hear me come in? You should have called me over.” He pulls the blanket down a little bit, “and here I thought you went out. I was getting ready to scold you and everything, I had a whole speech in my head.” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t bother getting up the energy to call you, I figured you’d come in here eventually.” Despite being awake your eyes were shut. Though your face does relax a bit at the feeling of his thumb brushing your temple. “Can you tell me what's wrong? What doesn’t feel good?” His other fingers curl around the shell of your ear, “can I help at all?” “It’s just the cramps. They feel worse than usual this time.” You look up at him, “I feel like they’re always worse than last time though..” A knowing look falls onto his features. He leans down enough to kiss the spot his thumb was brushing a moment ago, “I wish you told me sooner. I would have stopped somewhere on my way in.” “I didn’t want to be a bother, you have enough to worry about this time of year-” “You aren’t a bother.” Sekijiro gets up, “I’m sure I can find some stuff around here to help out, can you make it five more minutes?” You nod at that and he sighs, “okay, I only need three.” True to his word he’s actually back remarkably fast. An armful of various things that he’d known to be helpful to you. A rice bag, a blanket from the living room, a few bottles of water and some pain pills, and a couple of assorted snacks. “Room for me in there?” He asks over the mountain of supplies. You can’t help but grin at that. “‘s always room for you.” He seems to perk up at that as he clambers into your bed. He’s wrapping the blanket around your shoulders before settling you between his legs. He hands you a cold bottle of water and some pain relievers. You melt thankfully into his chest as his arms come around your waist. The warmth from the rice-bag envelops your lower stomach. “I really thought you went out to run errands.” He murmurs, arms coming tight around your shoulders, “I was worried sick. I really had an earful planned for you.” You laugh a little at that, “I don’t think I could even get out of bed right now if I wanted to, so save it for another time. I’m sure I’ll do something to deserve it once my organs don’t feel like a smoothie.” He warbles at that and hunches over pressing his face into your neck. “I feel so bad when you get like this. If I could take it all away and feel it for you I promise I would.” It was sort of hard to be miserable with this guy whining at you. “I’d never ask you to do that Seki.” You lean back into him, “I already feel a little better, thanks to you.” You feel his lips press into your skin. “You wouldn’t have to ask I’d just do it-” “That’s not what I meant!” You squeeze his arm, “but thank you. I do feel better, honestly.” He makes a half-convinced noise at that. “Hm.” He settles back into the pillows more, one of his legs coils over yours before he murmurs, “want me to rub your stomach?”

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca: Kugo’s used to being interrupted by you, he never minded, even if he was too busy to step away from his paperwork entirely he was happy to have your company if you wanted to give it to him. Normally if he stayed shut-in for over an hour and a half you’d find your way to him, ask him if he’d eaten, if he was hungry or if he needed anything, but that’s not what happened this afternoon. He finished most of his work and you hadn’t made even a slight appearance, normally you’d even pop your head in just to say hello. Or if you left for any reason you’d poke in to let him know that too. He hadn’t even heard you rustling around in the other room. Now that he considers all of that he actually finds it sort of concerning. So he gets up to look for you. It doesn’t take him very long to find you either, you’d laid out on the couch, a blanket haphazardly was thrown around you, and a hot water bottle on your stomach, though by the looks of how long you’d been laying there, it was probably cold now. “You don’t feel well.” Kugo sounds about as unhappy as you feel, “why didn’t you come and get me?” He sits beside you. “What’s wrong? Can I help?” “My stupid cramps.” You mutter and shuffle closer to him, “it really hurts this time..” He sighs and lifts an arm to allow you into his side, “It is about that time now, isn’t it? I didn’t even realize it.” He closes his arm around you, “my love, call me next time, alright?” You just nod into his side. He gets the feeling that you’d rather stay wrapped up with him for a bit so he leans back onto the couch and lets you do that for a while before patting between your shoulder blades. “This water bottle isn’t even warm anymore.” He sighs, “I bet you’ll feel a lot better in bed with a hot water bottle and a good movie.” “I’m comfy here..” You murmur, though he could feel the tension in your forehead where it pressed into him. “I’ll carry you.” He gets up before you can protest, taking you along for the ride of course, “do you want to stay with me while I heat this up again, or do you want me to bring you to bed, and you can wait for me there?” “I wanna stay with you.” You lean into his neck and take a long thankful breath of him. He sighs, though his hand slides into the back of your shirt as you wrap your legs around him. He lugs you around to heat up the water bottle, get some painkillers, and other various odds and ends before settling you into bed. “Can I do anything else for you?” He looks sympathetically down at you. “You aren’t gonna leave are you?” You lament, holding the warm bottle against your stomach with on hand and gripping his wrist with the other. He was in fact going to leave, he figured you’d want to go to sleep or to have the bed to yourself, he couldn’t help the space he took up but he wouldn’t blame you for wanting to spread out. “Well I...I was going to go-” He trails off as your face falls, “Though I could...I’d be happy to stay and hold you, if you want me to.” He gets into bed with you after you nod him along and welcomes you into his side. “I’ll hold this here for you, just lean against me...perfect, just like that my dear..” He pulls the blankets up again with his free hand, “you can put on a movie, maybe that will help distract you.” You shake your head as you lean into him, “I’d rather talk to you.” He nudges against your temple at that, “aren’t you sweet? What do you want to talk about my love?” His other hand slides into the front of your shirt and his palm pressed comfortingly to your stomach his thumb brushing your sternum. The way you melt into him isn’t lost on him. “I dunno..” You murmur, “whatever you want. How are the kids in the licensing course? You haven’t mentioned them lately.” He lets out a long sigh at that. “They’re problem children. Like usual. Though they’re promising. The problem children always are.” You laugh a little at that. “You love kids, I see right through your tough guy act.” “I suppose that wouldn’t be very hard for you to do.” He concedes, “I do love them, I just want them to get their heads on right. Once they do they’ll see it. Are you hungry?” His nose presses into your hair. “No.” You murmur, “I’m pretty exhausted.” “I can imagine being in so much pain would wear you out. Try to fall asleep. I’ll stay here with you.” Taishiro Toyomitsu/ Fatgum: You hated bothering Tai when you knew he was probably busy or at work or just plain exhausted. But you also hated being alone when you were in so much pain. So when you texted him asking if he was busy and saying you didn’t feel good you were expecting him to call you and offer to stay on the phone with you for a little. You aren’t sure why you underestimate him sometimes. “Hey, sugar?” Though you can’t say you aren’t happy to hear his voice. “You in here?” “Uh-huh.” You call from the other side of your bedroom door. “Ya decent?” You snort at that. “Does it matter?” The door pops open. “Course it matters. I don’t wanna be crude.” Though his light prodding falls short as he catches sight of you. “Did my bug go and catch a bug?” He sits beside you, dropping the plastic shopping bag on the ground by your bed, “what’s wrong sugar?” His hand cups the back of your head lightly scratching the crown of your head and pulling you closer to him. “I have really bad cramps.” You lament, “like really bad.” He doesn’t pull his hand away as you lean back into the pillows. “I had a feeling it might be that. So I stopped on my way here to pick up a few things.” He assures, “we’ll fix you up in no time, or..at least fix ya up good enough that you can try to sleep these bad feelings off anyway.” He pulls out the things you expect, plugs in an electric heating pad, and hands you a cold drink. He presses a few scattered kisses to your stomach before placing the heating pad on it. “I hate that you get so much grief from this all the time. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help.” You just sigh and shake your head, “You’re doing more than enough trust me.” He hums knowingly, “oh I see.” He shuffles up into bed with you, “it may not fix all the pain your in...but some good old-fashioned kisses and cuddles might help a bit, huh? If that’s what you wanted all you had to do was ask. Come on over here.” He nestles you comfortably into his side, “and some candy too.” He squeezes you a little, “now they aren’t as sweet as your kisses, but they do make my tummy happy so I bet they’ll help you too.” You welcome the candy as he nudges it against your lips. “It’s crazy how tough you are sometimes..but...I’m glad you don’t feel like you’ve gotta be like that with me though.” His hand rubs soothing circles between your shoulder blades. “If it hurts and you need me I always want you to ask okay? I know I always want you around when I’m in pain.” He concedes, “if you need some love to distract you, well then I’m happy to help. Think of it like...me paying you back for all the times I come mopin’ around to you when I’m under the weather. And sugar, you’re so sweet you have me feeling better in no time. Though I’m sorry to say I may not have your magic touch. But even if it helps a little then it’s worth any trouble on my end, but it’s hardly ever any trouble and I mean that. honey.” Truthfully his affection did wonders at warming you up from the inside out. “I think you have a magic touch too.” You murmur, eyelids getting heavy at the feeling of his fingers scratching up your spine. “Think so?” He grins into your forehead which he’d been pressing long slow kisses into, “that makes me really happy. You feel a little better?” “A little sleepy..” You nod and he hums. “Then maybe no more candy.” He chuckles, “don’t look at me like that, here I’ve got some chips too. But these are my favorite so you have to share.” The gentle squeeze he gives you makes tension roll off you in waves. “Close your eyes, I’ll take care of everything alright?”

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