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“Daddy?”
Atsumu immediately leaps a foot in the air from the small voice of your son, standing on the side of his bed, small arms cradling a stuffed duck. You’re not quite sure what woke you up- your husbands leap of terror, or your son’s tiny, frightened voice.
He groans and smacks a hand over his face, “bud, it’s the middle of the night. It’s too late to try and scare daddy to death.”
“Sorry,” he pouts. You close your eyes and sit up with a grunt, and he offers you a small wave, “hi mumma.”
“Hey, Kousei,” you hum. You press your fingers into your eye sockets, “what’s going on, sweetheart?”
The three year old digs his foot in the carpet, before flicking big brown eyes up at his dad, “know how look f’ monsters, daddy?”
Atsumu nods exhausted, “yeah, I do. What about them?”
“Man in my closet says no sleep.”
Atsumu immediately tenses up, your own eyes flying open as you look down in terror at Kousei.
“….who said that?” Atsumu chokes.
“The man in my-“
“Yeah, okay,” he squeaks. “Good to know I heard you right.” He looks over at you, eyes pleading for support, but when you nod towards the door, he shakes his head in fear. “Just- okay. Come on in bud.” He lifts the sheets for Kousei to climb in, which the small boy does.
You scoff, “isn’t that something you should discuss with your wife first?”
“You can go talk to the man in his closet, I’m all set,” he mumbles, kissing his son’s head.
You sigh and scrub your eyes, “should I get hisako?”
“No. She’s braver than us, she’ll be fine.”
“Alright.”
#hehehehehehehehehe#atsumu miya#atsumu miya fluff#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu miya x f!reader#atsumu miya x reader fluff#atsumu miya imagine#atsumu miya haikyuu#miya atsumu#miya atsumu fluff#miya atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x f!reader#miya atsumu x reader fluff#miya atsumu imagine#miya atsumu haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x female reader#haikyuu x f!reader#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#dad!au#dad!haikyuu#dad!haikyuu au#dad!atsumu#dad!atsumu miya#dad!miya atsumu
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he smells like flowers
pairing: steven grant x reader
rating: explicit (18+)
warnings: there is some suggestive content at the bottom so -- edit: nvm it's straight smut down there mb -- est. relationship
a/n: -> this started as a 200 word idea then i couldn't stop whoops [1.4k]
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steven smells cute -- pretty, even.
he's always had a gentle sweet scent that further softens everything delicate about himself.
at first you thought he was rummaging in your perfume collection, spritzing some Daisy on his neck before cuddling up to you, but even after a week long mission, he still smells like that mellow mix of tender flower petals and syrupy nectar. ambrosia that glides thick on your tongue and begs you to swallow him down.
if you didn't know any better, you'd think he has a special sex pheromone or something.
it's a scent unique to him, one that you'll never find in any bath and body works or even a high-end designer store -- you've tried and they don't even come close. you swear if you could bottle it up, it would be sold out in a matter of seconds.
he used to get insecure about his naturally 'feminine' aroma because his brothers [alters] have more intensely masculine scents of spice and salt. the type of musk that's conventionally attractive to the opposite sex [or other men].
but you love it. in fact you crave it.
you often find yourself nuzzling into his chest and breathing him in, randomly climbing onto his lap or draping yourself over his shrouded figure just to get him to hold you close. he doesn't mind it, enjoying your closeness and gentle touch, almost proud of how your body yearns for him.
since steven, marc, and jake all share the same body, you assumed they'd be alike in terms of how they look, feel, and smell. it didn't take long for you to figure out that they're actually very different in various ways.
steven is soft, always standing in a way that makes him smaller than he actually is, like he's trying to take up as little space as possible. his eyebrows are either constantly high up on his forehead in wonderment and excitement or low in worry or confusion, brushing along the long lashes of his tired round eyes.
you smooth over the tense lines of his brows as he shifts in a fitful sleep. even when he's unconscious, he's worried, always on his toes, ready to strike at any moment. his expression softens after a while and he instinctively leans into your touch.
he always has tired eyes bags under his deep brown gaze, even when he gets in 12 hours of sleep. and it's just him. when marc and jake front, they look awake and ready to fight, but steven always looks like he could use a nap or a hug.
he has a habit of chewing on his bottom lip when he's nervous, excited, or generally overstimulated, sucking it raw until you tug it out from under his teeth and help him lick the wounds.
sometimes you think he does it on purpose -- wanting to feeling you grace his lips with yours -- other times you worry that if you weren't there he'd do some real damage to himself without even knowing it.
he wears loose clothes, preferring fabric to drape over him rather than cling to his strong build and often stocks his wardrobe with outfits that are one or two sizes too large [marc and jake complain about it, but they still wear the clothes].
the sleeves of his clothes are tugged and stretched out because he likes the feeling of having something to hold on to, it grounds him. it comforts him when you aren't around.
it's adorable to see his large hands engulfed in soft sweaters as he sips on his tea and flips through a book, glasses resting precariously on the bridge of his nose. he sits next to you on his worn couch holding your hand in his lap as he reads, always needing to feel a part of you whenever you're near. you lean against his arm, content to just breathe in the moment of being with him.
his hair fluffs up more than you thought was possible, sticking every which way when he wakes up or lets it naturally dry after a shower. he never puts any gels or creams to help tame his curls unlike his brothers who religiously use mousse or a hat to keep it down.
he loves it when you play with his hair, threading your fingers through the soft fluff before tugging delicately on the ends to keep him awake as he strat to drift from your touch. shivers run up his spine as you softly scratch his scalp and he can't help but snuggle further into your lap.
steven is the epitome of tender comfort, soft and sweet. but he's also addictively delicious in other ways. [cw: suggestive scene]
if you thought steven smells good, he tastes even better. his lips are plump and glossy with the flavor of ripe red cherries. his tongue drips with succulent honey that spreads and soaks feverishly into yours. you drink it in eagerly, tongues mingling and teeth gnashing as his body shutters and bucks under you.
it's even on his skin...
he whimpers when you lave your tongue against a soft spot of his neck, hungrily trying to get a taste of the sweet man under you. his hands that grip at your waist pull you in closer as he lets you nip love bites along his skin, loving how you mark him as yours.
you groan against his slick heated skin -- he tastes like a box of heart shaped chocolates: saccharine, rich, and indulgent. you've never had a sweet-tooth, but steven is a dessert you could eat any day.
it could be argued that the sounds he makes are just as alluring as his taste.
steven is quite predictable: he whines when he wants more, unable to properly voice his desires with how heavily he's saturated with need and lust. it's quite high pitched and desperate, a sound you love to draw out as you tease him with soft kisses and faint touches.
he whimpers when he's getting close or is struggling to comprehend the intense sensations his body is experiencing. this sound is usually accompanied with a tremble body and sparkling lust-blurred eyes. a state in which you could do anything you want to him.
he groans when he finally reaches the end. it deep and guttural, something you never expected from the gentle lightness of steven. this sound could push you off the edge without him even touching you. it's like the euphoric explosion inside of him can translate through the air into you, filling your body with second-hand ecstasy and liquified hunger.
[NSFW]
your sweet steven shudders as you dip down in front of him, hand in your hair to keep it out of your face. dark eyes watch as you clean him up, soft tongue flicking against the mess he made on his stomach.
he hopes you don't notice how he twitches in response to your kitten licks as you shift closer to his center, it's embarrassing how desperate he is, even when it's barely been five minutes after his orgasm.
you hum as you swallow down his essence, licking your lips in satisfaction before you sit back up. steven lovingly swipes a thumb over your moist mouth, cleaning you up a bit, but before he could pull away you capture his thumb in your mouth, suckling gently over him.
his eyes darken ever so slightly as he presses against your tongue, pushing against the silky muscle. he catches himself, shaking out of the trance you put him under and pulls away. you can't help but frown when he does.
your voice is a mere whisper, "you're so tasty, steven."
he looks puzzled and slightly bashful, "i am...?"
"mhm...here taste."
you lean in and press your lips over his before easily slipping your tongue into his mouth. he pours himself into the kiss, moaning lightly as his tastes himself mingled with your own flavor. he licks boldly into your mouth, basking in the consuming hunger that radiates off of you as you zealously pull him closer.
he leans back for a breath though he's still close enough that his lips brush against yours. steven is flushed and in a daze. his voice so quiet that he essentially sighs it against you, "i-i'm pretty sure that taste is all you, sweetheart."
#steven grant#steven grant x reader#moon knight#steven grant fluff#steven grant smut#hehehehehehehehehe
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Come over here, mommy’s got a treat for you ✨
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2nd hand lollipop kisses ^^
( please tell me you get the tshirt joke ;u; )
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Objectmon? I have no idea what you're talking about these are guys from my object shows
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changbin for samsung galaxy s23
hyung, does the picture turn out well?
try it and judge for yourself! even if i said it'd come out well, you shouldn't be swayed by what others say. judge it for yourself!
#seo changbin#staysource#bystay#createskz#staycompany#stray kids#skz#my gifs#hehehehehehehehehe#changbin#usersa#my: stray kids#my: seo changbin
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12 Days of AkaSaku - Day 3
PeinSaku and a summoning ritual
accidentally summoned a demon but fortunately he's moved on from killing people and is currently enjoying retirement as an incubus
(IM A DAY BEHIND lol)
#peinsaku#akasaku#12daysofakasaku#narteventsworks#pein#haruno sakura#naruto#thirrindraws#hehehehehehehehehe#i should be able to catch up tomorrow lmaoo
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first day new job slay 💘
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FORESHADOWING ST5 TRACK-LIST, FEATURING THE ADDITION OF WHEN BLUE MEETS YELLOW IN THE WEST...
#byler#no but can you imagine??#why have a song title for those first two lines specifically#then cut it off at the most incriminating part?!#that's literally what the ending of 3x01 does too#with a russian reciting the code#only to be cut off right before the blue meets yellow in the west part...#hehehehehehehehehe#WAIT#can we theorize about this actually??#IMAGINE if the untitled track of will emotionally skating around rink o mania is secretly titled when blue meets yellow in the west?!?!#COULD YOU FUCKING IMAGINE!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!
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#submas comic#submas meme#submas art#teehee. hoho. hehehe#did u guys know stanley squarepants was voiced by christopher guest#aka the six fingered man from the princess bride#also the guy who went what an interesting plant where did you get it from the little shop of horrors movie#hehehehehehehehehe
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Doctor Who writers in Series 1-4: “All life is sacred, even the most messed up people deserve a chance at redemption, beauty can come out of ruin, people were made for community, and sacrifice is the purest manifestation of love!”
Me:
Doctor Who writers: “Wait no, don’t—“
Me: *yeets lovingly onto my Accidentally Christian pile*
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Thank you for this @robyn1625
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WIP WEDNESDAY
This is a snippet from chapter 36 of TBBW, a very very rough draft - I haven't done much for this chapter because I'm obvi focusing on editing. However, I'm sure you'll still find it exciting - and a hint to where the fic's plot is taking us next.
Klaus eyed the new girl standing in the Lockwood study, watching as she perused the family’s various collectables and ornaments decorating the room, admiring a painting which Klaus thought rather tacky that was hung over the fireplace. There was a scent about her, tainting the entire room, wet fur and damp earth - a werewolf. Interesting.
“You’re a new face,” he commented, making her jump. She hadn’t noticed he was there.
To give her credit, she recovered quickly, spinning around to face him, taking in his appearance with a sharp eye. Klaus let her look, stepping further into the room, his hands behind his back.
“And I take it from your accent you’re an old one,” she pointed her finger at him, tilting her head in question. “Klaus?”
He smiled down at the floor, amused by her valiant attempt to hide her fear. Unfortunately, her jumping heartbeat gave her away.
“My reputation precedes me. Hopefully not all bad.”
She curled up her lip in obvious disgust. “A little bad. Mostly repulsive.”
His smile dropped, no longer amused at all. He couldn’t work out if her disrespect was foolishness or arrogance.
“So you’re a friend of Tyler’s-” he continued, walking closer towards her, eyes narrowed. “That’s strange. He’s never mentioned you.”
The girl clamped her mouth shut, suddenly with little to say. And that was when Klaus heard his name being said, far away at the other end of the house, by a voice whose cadence he recognised instantly: Caroline.
“You’re kidding me? Klaus?”
Klaus turned his head slightly, frowning as he listened in more intently. He could practically hear the wince in Tyler’s response.
“Yeah, and I really don’t want to piss him off so…You should go to the party. I’ll be fine here.”
“But I’d rather hang with you,” he heard Caroline reply, so tentative and so very hopeful.
Regardless, Tyler shot her down.
“Trust me, I am no fun right now.”
Why would Tyler turn her away? The petty, vindictive boy Tyler was, no doubt he’d jump at the chance to have Caroline on his arm while Klaus was in the house. A childish fuck you, since he couldn’t turn the hybrids protecting him away. So why say no? His mother was out, so she wouldn’t intrude, he was alone in the house except for-
Klaus’ gaze fell back on the new girl, looking at her in a new light. Suddenly, her presence took on an entirely different meaning, one that Klaus didn’t like at all.
“And I think I know why,” Klaus continued, shooting her a smile that was all teeth.
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later then?”
“Yeah, I’ll call you,”
“Yeah, okay.”
Klaus felt his hands clench behind his back, an anger settling his chest at sheer disappointment and hesitance he heard in Caroline’s voice, like she had done something wrong. The nerve of this boy-
“Tell me…” he trailed off, pointedly looking at the girl.
“Hayley,” she answered quickly.
“Hayley,” Klaus echoed, beginning to circle around her. “Tell me, Hayley, how did you and Tyler meet?”
She shifted her weight to one side, folding her arms around her chest. Defensive. “I ran with the pack he sought help from.”
“To break my sire bond?” Klaus asked, her face confirming his suspicions. He waved the panicked look in her eyes away. “Yes, I know all about that. So, you are one of the Outcast then.”
Hayley frowned, shaking her head in confusion and looking rather impatient, as if he was rambling nonsense. “Outcast?”
“Werewolves like yourself and Tyler: descendants of the same wolves that stabbed their brethren in the back for a chance of mercy. Doomed to forever wander in aimless, disjointed packs,” he explained, stopping behind her, forcing her to turn to face him. His mouth curled into a sneer of his own. “Traitorous little things.”
She scoffed, smiling a little. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No. You wouldn’t,” Klaus drawled, tilting his head again, in that wolf-like way. Her smile fell. “Allow me to enlighten you,” he continued, pointing a finger at her, “You see, werewolves like you, like the others I made my hybrids - they know not of our nature. Instead of making a stand, staying to fight against the vampires and witches alike - your ancestors ran and hid. And in hiding, they failed to teach their children the ways of our kind. The traditions, the knowledge, the culture. All was lost until they were so far from what they are, they believe their wolf is a curse. Outcast. Alone. Forgotten.”
“Lycanthropy is a curse.”
Klaus grinned. “Is it?”
Her eyes narrowed, taking a step back from him, clearly ill at ease with what he had just said. “What would you know of our histories? You’re more vampire than wolf, I know that at least.”
“My father is what we call an Alpha of Alphas. A King,” he said, closing the distance between them, not allowing her to escape. “Do you know what that makes me, Hayley?”
“Am I supposed to say Prince Charming?” she sneered, all disgust and foolish defiance.
Something dangerous settled in Klaus’ gaze, violent and spiteful.
“Werewolves follow power. They do not follow weak Kings.” His hand shot out, enclosing around her throat and lifting her up by the neck. His eyes bled black and gold, veins crawling across his cheeks. “Do I look weak to you?” he growled out through sharp fangs.
“No,” Hayley choked out, fingers scrambling at the hand holding her throat.
“Then tread more carefully then, because unlike my father, I am not prone to mercy," he snarled in her ear, tightening his fingers around her throat for emphasis. "And learn to curb your tongue or you will find yourself without it,” he said, almost as an after thought, before letting her go. She dropped to the floor, gasping in lungfuls of air and curling over, coughing. Klaus cocked his head, his expression suddenly serene once more. He looked almost bored. When she looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, he raised a brow, gesturing to the door impatiently. “Go.”
She didn’t need telling twice.
#klaroline#klaus x caroline#fanfiction#klaroline fanfiction#the big bad wolf#morningstar writes#tbbw#chapter 36#klaroline wip wed#klaus mikaelson#caroline forbes#it's a rough draft because I need to build up hayleys character more#but for now I don't care about that and enjoy making her life miserable#klaus doesn't tolerate disrespect to the wifey#and hayley is a walking insult to caroline's worth so...#also this scene could have very well happened in canon#they never actually show WHY hayley left the room#and klaus scaring her off is heavily implied#hehehehehehehehehe
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Another Crack Ship for Ace
Okay so I know we, as a fandom, make the most absurd crack pairings, especially when it comes to Ace and characters the man has literally never met.
BUT YA'LL GOTTA HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE.
LOOK I HAVE MY REASONS
They're both the older brothers. Ichiji was born first considering his name literally has 1 in it. But they both have different views on what it means to be an older brother. Ace views it as being protective over his brother. Ichiji views it as being the strongest.
Both have flame powers, even if Ichiji's are more explosion/sparkler based
Both are technically princes. Ace being the son of the Pirate King and Ichiji being the eldest Germa prince.
BUT on that note they both have different feelings about that. Ace resents his father, wanting to not even associate with him. Ichiji is proud of his royal heritage.
Like yes I know they have never met. IchiAce?? Aciji??? Whatever they are essentially two sides of the same coin.
#one piece#vinsmoke ichiji#portgas d ace#ace#ichiji x ace#idk i'll come up with a ship name for them#yes i have a fic planned for them#hehehehehehehehehe
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Such a bittersweet ending.
I SUPPOSEDLY HAD TO SLEEP BUT I HAD NO THOUGHTS ONLY THE WAY THEY MIGHT SAY GOODBYE TO EACHOTHER
And also Director with a special shirt for a special ocassion (no I swear this was not an excuse to draw him with a fancy long sleeved shirt no /j)
SWAP AU BELONGS TO @spaceistheplaceart !!!
#swap au#tsp swap au#the stanley parable#tsp#tsp narrator#tsp stanley#the narrator#stanarrator#stanley x narrator#HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE#Delicis#yum yummm mmm
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