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prttykittes · 6 months

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im screaming...! requests are open and i wanna indulge in silly dark fantasies ahahah :3

stepbro!kaeya eats out stepsis!reader (*´˘`*)♡ id really like for some bdsm too.. just reader being unable to move while her big brother devours her aahahhahaha (/ω＼)

I love kaeya, yiippee!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

ෆ Stepbro!Kaeya X Stepsis! Reader [she/her/you/your]

— Synopsis:: your older step brother decides to let you stay at his house but he seems to have different ideas and you don't mind it!

CW. Stepcest, BSDM, pussy eating, marking(he marks her inner thighs), noncon(?), dubcon(?), CNC(?), pussy fingering, could be read as Afab reader, I use you/your pronouns so it can be read as Afab or fem! (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

A/N :: Nggh, Kaeya is so pretty, silly brother who will lick and touch you! Different format— written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ all works in there!!

STEPBRO!Kaeya who lets you to stay with him after your parents want to move out! He was so sweet to let you stay with him! :3

STEPBRO!Kaeya who touches you! Touches your leg, your chest and lower than you expected! His touches feel so nice and comforting! He could never do harm to you!(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

STEPBRO!Kaeya who takes care of you! He will take care of his little sister! Making sure your okay and comfortable! He even teaches you how to cook, and cook, and take care of yourself when he isn't home! ヘ⁠（⁠。⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠ヘ

STEPBRO!Kaeya who goes in your room when your asleep and he comes back late! He watches over you while he looks for your used panties so he can use! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

STEPBRO!Kaeya who makes weird noises while your asleep and when he is in his room! He keeps making so much weird noises! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

STEPBRO!Kaeya who decides to do his actions, he was been holding back! He decides to let himself and you feel good! He makes you take a sleeping pill so you don't wake up! (⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)

STEPBRO!Kaeya who ties you up with handcuffs he took from his job! Making sure it's not to deep so it doesn't hurt you! He slowly lifts up your pajamas as he stares at your panties! (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

STEPBRO!Kaeya who pulls your panties to the side as he looks at his prize! He gulps as he leans down and takes a lick! He began to lick and suck on your cunt as he jumps the bed! He gets hard easily when it comes to you! (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

STEPBRO!Kaeya who sticks his tongue in your cunt! His tongue swirling around while you moan in your sleep! Your pussy drooling out juices as he laps it up! (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

STEPBRO!Kaeya who puts a digit in your cunt, his finger as his mouth is on your pussy! Your cunt letting out more of your sweet juices, his hips continue to hump the bed as he continues to lap up and finger you! (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

STEPBRO!Kaeya who gets makes your inner thigh while his fingers pump into you! He will make sure that anyone will know you belong to him! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

STEPBRO!Kaeya who gets happy and more horny once your cunt squirts out juices over his face! Your sweet liquid all over his face while he licks his lips! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖

STEPBRO!Kaeya who pretends that he doesn't know how your panties and bedsheets got all wet! Or how you got marks over your thighs! He didn't do anything, be swears! (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

STEPBRO!Kaeya who thinks that he should man up and make moves on you so that he can do the same thing on you when your awake! He can't wait for you to be awake next time! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

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felixdragonheartofficial · 3 months

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TFA TEAM PRIME HUMAN REDESIGNS FINALLY

FUCK

+headcannons

Optimus: gotta stay focused

looks too old compared to his bot form.

I find it impossible for Optimus to be more than a million years old in this canon. In the least, he's older than 1000 years and since we have mfs that are canonically over 70 million years old(fagatron iykyk) compared to that, he feels like a dude in his early-to-mid-30's being the group parent.

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-I made him more youthful, gave him curly hair, and tailored his clothing to actually look like his bot form.

-workaholic

-on the cusp of barley being able to hold his liquor

-doesn't own a pair of pajamas until Sari gets some for him

-usually forgets to put them on, but appreciates the gesture

-stays active for like, 3 days until he can't fight off sleep with work brain anymore, and unceremoniously passes out on the couch to sleep for a full 24 hours

-ratchet sighs and puts a blanket over him as per routine

-frequently checks security feed

-elf on the shelf despiser

-early morning talks with jazz and ratchet over coffee (they all wake up at 6 am)

-half thrives on caffeine and a vigorous training protocol

-is a dog person, loves German shepherds to death

David sama, pls forgive me ily very much

Ratchet: to old for this nonsense

doesn't match his body type in the slightest.

Ratchet is really old, he's got a sallow face and a gramp gut, how dare they square him. He's wayyy too angular and peachy looking.

-I gave him his luscious curves back, adding all the equipment id expect a field medic to have because he is a field medic, not a regular doctor. I changed his facial proportions, and also made his face gaunt, for that dead inside PTSD look.

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-drinks his coffee black with brown sugar, literally drinks it piping hot

-is one of those old people who complains about noise

-confiscates bumblebee and Sari's toy cars, and puts them in a high up cabinet

-neither of them know how to bypass the child safety lock lmao

-casual clothes includes a lot- a l o t of plaid shirts, and 10 pairs of the same blue jeans

-tunes out bulkhead and prowls convos about birdwatching

-big fan of political satire dramas

-Sentinel doesn't approve

-Ratchet doesn't give a rats ass about what he thinks of course

Bumblebee: professional smart-ass

doesn't match his body type/age.

Bumblebees holoform is presented as a 10-12 year old child specifically for the fact that he's short, and the comedic relief. Total ass

I set his human age as 19-20 years old, making him more of a big brother to sari because that og model is disappointingly lackluster

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-Bumblebee is a scrappy wisecracking punk, like an adhd kid who just got roller skates for Christmas.

-since he doesn't have wheels, I feel like he'd wear skates instead to emulate the feeling

-terrible at watching where he's going cuz he's too busy trying to show off, so ratchet makes him wear all that padding + training wheels

-legit despises the padding and training wheels

-Jealous of Blurr for mastering roller blades lmao.

-his favorite games are choose your fighter and fps

-saw ONE ancient ass assassins creed playthrough and begged ratchet to install hidden tasers in his arm bands (was denied)

-Sari used her key to do it instead

-self appointed "rizzler"

-Optimus has zero idea of what that means and thinks it's code for something dubious

-Ratchet knows what it means and thinks it's silly

-"I' was something of a rizzler myself back in my day, kid"

-bumblebee cringes

-loves summer and swimming

-wants to be the fastest thing in the sea because y'know, it's bumblebee

-is spooked from the beach for awhile cuz he saw sharks in Prowls nature documentary

-there are infact, no sharks in lake Erie

Bulkhead: big guy, bigger heart

doesn't match his body type/aspirations.

Jesus fuck he's so wide?? And his belly migrated to his shoulders?? I'm gonna be honest, I really hate this design. I feel like it contributed to the "brute strength = stupid" take that most in the fandom associates with him.

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-Bulkhead is a SWEET. CARING. NERD YOU FOOLS. He's like the male version of a tall goth gf-

-a tall-nerdy-farm hand-physics bf, You got me fucked up.

-Its already shown that bulkhead really likes art in Addition to creating it. He hates being only seen as the "muscle" so it wouldn't make sense for him to lean into that.

-bunny slippers that him and sari made together(she provided the buttons)

-the slippers go missing sometimes (basically considered community property unless he's wearing them)

(ratchet and prowl are the main offenders)

-frequent art museum goer

-really likes watching cooking shows, but is too shy to make food himself

-Owns a ton of star maps

-Really wants a treehouse that he, bumblebee and sari can hang out in

-pillowfort enjoyer

-casually reads quantum physics at the beach

Prowl: draft dodger

Doesn't look like him at all.

Prowls holoform being a mustachioed,white, police officer was an actual jumpscare for 7 y/o me, I kid you not

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- I know this bitch would not wear a helmet (you can't force him to) que windswept hair

-Not as much as starscreams, for obvious reasons but yk

-prowl is like one of those "shoes are a prison for your feet"

-emo hipster

-has a pet cactus named "planty"

-bumblebee heckles him for it

-can and has brought his cactus with him on early evening motorcycle rides

-the helmet is reserved for his cactus, bring your own >:(

-salad consumer

-him and jazz share custody of the cactus

-repeat victim of the cat distribution system

-ratchet has probably spent hours telling him they can't keep any animals at base

-frequent midnight picnics with jazz

-and beachcombing

-and roaming around antique stores cuz jazz wants to know what vinyl records are

-got a mug with an attempted pink chibi cat with big round shiny eyes painted onto it, courtesy of bulkhead trying to find an artsyle

-cherishes this mug to death

-has a shrine dedicated to it

#tfa #decepticons #autobots #tfa headcanons #tfa optimus prime #tfa bulkhead #tfa bumblebee #tfa ratchet #tfa prowl #AUUUUUUGH #im gonna have a pole #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #prowl #ratchet #tfa sari #sari sumdac #sari mention

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argreion · 3 months

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Leon Kennedy sleepy + general HCs with your local ranter.

So sorry for clogging the Leon Kennedy x reader tag y'all. I seriously just fuckin' love TALKING! He's been my hyperfixation for months alongside RE Lore. :( I hope I can help you guys create your own little HCs like I took from some fics and the help of my friend! <3 ALSO I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR Y'ALLS HEADCANONS IF YOU HAVE THEM!!! I LOVE RAMBLES/RANTS! 🩵 No warnings, btw! Just silly stupid ass comfy headcanons I have :)

RE2 being all sweet and cuddly. Honestly, I feel like he might fall asleep to Disney movies. Just like some of the Leons to me. Always so strict on a nightly routine, too. Wash your face, brush your teeth, comb your hair etc. Then fallling asleep with a Disney movie on in the background? Heavenly. Perfection. The fact he might wear goofy ass pajamas too? He just SCREAMS trying to live his childhood while he still can young.

RE4 just washes his face and cleans his eyelashes. He feels more practical, yet still tries to take care of himself. Makes sure to take medication, but prefers if you tell him. It makes him feel special. I mean, Leon IS special. He likes comfort and trusting people. Sometimes waking up crying and burrowing into the bed beside you. RC and Spain wasn't fun at all! Your chest, neck, stomach, he loves it ALL. Adores a stomach cuddle, even if you got no stomach! Thighs, too, taking a nap while you watch a show.

ID Leon low-key feels like the small drop-off era. Still washing his face and eyelashes. Medication, if needed, still. You can notice slight changes, and him kinda hating the government in small ways now. The submarine, Jason and Shen Mei, and then getting judged for being pretty. Our pretty little blond, blue-eyed boy! Feel like he might be sick of it. Might be a little peeved at general compliments, but still tries to keep them in good faith. Grows his hair out, and gets a little messy. Just like in the comic, he looks like a soggy wet cat, y'all! Keeps his stubble pretty trimmed too.

Damnation Leon feels like the MAJOR drop. ID was the calm before the storm. Drinking problems start, and man starts getting less sleep. Probably five to four hours MAX. Still loves to cuddle like all the other Leons. You can kind of sense something is off. Washes his face, and that's it. Goes to sleep in his boxers, and kicks you in your sleep. C'mon, old man, stop kicking me in the ass! So rude! (I still love you, you little fucker.) Possible cartoon lover, I feel like once he gets older, he just kinda tries to relax. Man is tired constantly, and the alcohol makes it WORSE. Stubble is more grown out in my head.

RE6 Leon… Honestly 2nd fav. I'm an old man fucker, sorry y'all. Feel like the drinking is kinda toned down compared to Damnation, but spiked really fuckin' high in Vendetta. Silly cartoon watcher, I stand by that shit. I like making Leon be a stupid crusty, soggy cat. Probably really likes the cartoons from the 90s. His 'childhood' moment. Nicer than Damnation, but just more seasoned compared to RE4R and ID. Dad jokes and one-liners coming out at least three times a day. Sleeps about 6–7 hours on normal-ish nights. Tries to at least get 7. Please get on him about his meds or getting his eyes checked. He's crusty, and he needs a back brace possibly, too. Needs you to massage his back after a mission and just be there. Disney movie night with him when? He'll debate about the best Disney movie. His fav movie is up to you.

Vendetta… Oh, fuck. Man dropped off the wagon in multiple ways. He doesn't wash his face, and he probably does have a few tooth problems. Got a tooth gap for getting his ass beat, and is kinda self-conscious about it. Stubble is unshaven, and hair needs to be cut. He doesn't give a crap anymore, but the nightmares he has certainly give a crap about him. Making him think about quitting, if he could. We all know the poor man is gonna be strangled to death because of the government. Eye bags, pains in his body, and waking up with a horrible hangover. He doesn't really have a nightly routine, except pass out from drinking OR try to fall asleep normally. With a lover, I feel like he still wouldn't care. Movie buff AND nerd for mechanical shit. Rants about it, listen if he does it. It makes him fall in love with you slightly faster if you want to go that route. Also, TUMMMMMYYYY!!

DI LEONNNN! MY FAV! My little old ass kitten! Moves back to an ID state in a way. Instead, kinda hates the government still for his circumstances. Back to the cartoon AND falling asleep to Disney movies. Tries to remember his stuff more often now. He's still a little iffy, but he's got the spirit! Honestly, he might get LASIK. More of just wearing sweatpants and boxers kind of guy to bed. Got a little patch of chest hair too. Cuddly tummy and thighs. Likes hugging you from behind AND getting hugged from behind. Sleepy cuddles make his day better, and possibly more. Lastly, man sleeps like a rock now. If he's on top of you? Crushed. Your dead. Donezo.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy

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venus-spice · 2 years

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hihi! my birthday is on the 7th so i thought id ask for some sun and moon celebrating their s/os birthday! preferably male reader but gn is a-okay! tysm! ^^

Sun & Moon Celebrating Their

S/O's Birthday

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oh my goodness happy birthday!! it's currently January 7th where i am so i hope you enjoy your birthday gift!! I’m cutting it here cus it’s super long LMFAO- continue to see both sets!

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Sun:

- The minute you told him your birthday he started plotting. Huge party throughout the day, and an even bigger one during after hours. He has absolutely no chill when it comes to celebrating in general, you thought you'd be an exception? In fact, your party will probably be the biggest one he's thrown!!

- It'll start with the daycare, where he will have the whole group of children sing to you. I mean, they're five; any opportunity they have to scream at the top of their lungs they will absolutely take.

- If you get overwhelmed, Sun will force ask Moon to take over while you grab lunch somewhere on campus. You'll probably end up in some secret compartment, eating your favorite food. Sun will go over all the fun things you guys can do together in a day- finger painting, decorating with glitter glue, finger painting with glitter glue, all of it.

- While eating lunch, he'll ask you questions. Never really following a pattern or a certain goal, he just wants to talk to you! You're voice always has such a calming effect on him. And once you finish his impromptu interview, he breaks through a childish haze and asks you how you want to spend your remaining birthday hours.

- Whatever you say, you do. Bowling, Eating more food from behind the counter, taking a break on the roof and talking, a randomized tour around the complex, painting with glitter glue, anything that involves you two just hanging out.

- At the end of the day, Moon will complain to Sun about his absence, but reluctantly give up and wish you a happy birthday. Later, Sun will lead you down stairs, showing of his biggest surprise yet; the Glamrocks preforming your favorite songs.

- He'll pull you onto the front floor and into a jig. It's silly and chaotic in so many ways, but you can't help but laugh. You spin and twirl on the colorful carpet, Sun encouraging you as you free styled. You looked absolutely ridiculous with him. You loved it.

- Both of you low in battery (literally or metaphorically), you retire for the night. Heading back to the daycare, you sit on one of the tables, smiling gleefully at the strange animatronic.

“Tonight- today was lovely. Thank you.”

“My pleasure, sunshine.”

Moon:

- Moon isn’t into big gestures. Not as much as he likes intimate, equally as special quality time together. You’ll wake up how you usually do, curled in dark blankets and pillows that feel like clouds. He’ll turn to you, whispering a quiet birthday wish, before pulling you out of bed.

- No, you are absolutely not changing out of your pajamas for the day. And yes, you will be walking in public with the giant day-care attendant in them. And to be entirely honest, you couldn’t care less.

- You’ll start by getting your favorite breakfast, and sitting down to eat in a closed enclosure. In between your bites, Moons will start up slow chatter, swinging his feet happily as he watches you eat your food. Once you finish, he pushes you gently onto the next activity.

- He’ll spend the first hours of the day doing whatever it is you feel like doing. He is indifferent to where you go or how you spend your time, as long as he keeps getting to see that smile. If you try hard enough, you might be able to convince him to join you in your favorite arcade games! Only because he loves you, though.

- By the time it reaches dusk, Moon takes you back to your humble castle in the daycare. Sun happily takes over Moon’s shift, saying its better for business anyways. And for the first time, you watched Moon laugh one of Sun’s joke. Both of you were startled, but neither of you could be happier.

- Retreating back into the dim lighting, and the good smelling candles, you collapse on the bed, laughing as you feel Moon plop next to you. But just as quickly as you laid down, you were pulled back up, Moon guiding you into his arms.

- Smooth jazz echoed off the small walls, and you two danced in solitude, enamored by your own company. You drifted on dreams and comfort and everything savory, before you found your eyes beginning to droop.

- Moon carried you to the bed, tucking you into the covers. You smiled sweetly at him, sinking deeper into the soft pillows. His figure began to fuzz out of focus, but you managed one last mumble.

“Thank you, Moon. Everything was perfect.”

“Happy Birthday, Starfire.”

#happy birthday #birthday prompt #fnaf security breach #fnaf #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sundrop #fnaf headcanons #fnaf fanfic

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fox-guardian · 3 years

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like 2 people have shown interest in the au I mentioned in relation to my header image which is this

[ID: A doodle of Danny Stoker, drawn in yellow, doing the Will Smith pose presenting Tim Stoker, drawn in purple, who is holding a paper bag. Danny is a beefy man wearing a button down, sweater vest and trousers, and Tim is a shorter, slim man wearing a coat, a t-shirt that says "pog", patterned pajama pants, slippers, and glasses. Danny is smiling excitedly and Tim looks frazzled with stubble, eyebags, and messy hair. end ID]

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so now I will Talk About It. don't worry it's very simple and silly

basically it's a stokerswap!au in which Danny survives his encounter with the stranger and goes to work at the institute to find out more about what happened to him. Tim doesn't die, but rather just does his own thing in publishing or whatever because I refuse to kill him off

Danny takes Tim's place in the research trio and everything is chaos. But all is well in terms of Friendship, and all this time Danny has been hyping up his beloved brother Tim. Perhaps a bit too much. He might be exaggerating a couple things.

The others have yet to meet him, however, until one day Tim realizes that Danny forgot his lunch and it's his off day so he's just gonna go deliver it real quick. In and out, no big, he's not even gonna get dressed because who's he gonna meet? The receptionist? He doesn't care that much. But then Danny sees him and gets excited and decides to introduce him to his coworkers saying all this really nice stuff making him out to be this amazing guy (which he is and he knows he is!!) but all on the one day he looks like utter garbage and Danny's coworkers are Looking At Him Now and that is what that image represents. thank you

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #tim stoker #danny stoker #stoker swap au

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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matching tattoos

warnings: none

word count: 1.8k (the longest i’ve done in a while whoo 🎉)

"Stevie, I don't think your mom will be too happy with me if I let you do this," Harry said, eying his two year old daughter. She had been asking about it for weeks, but so far he'd been able to distract her before you caught wind of their conversation.

"Pleeeease, daddy?" She pouted, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Why don't we have some cookies instead, love?"

"No."

"Ummm... oh! I know what we can do! Why don't we go in my studio? You can play the piano, or the guitar, maybe sing a song for me..." He trailed off.

"I want to do this! Please?"

Harry's heart melted in three seconds flat. How could he say no to her? He tried, he really did. He opened his mouth to say "no, mommy will really kill me, why don't we do something else?" but one glance at her sweet face left him speechless. He couldn't do it. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Alright, we'll do it... but!" He cut himself off, raising his voice slightly to be heard over her excited cheering. "But! We only have two hours til mommy gets home." She nodded eagerly, bouncing on her feet.

"And if we do this it has to be our secret, mommy can't know. Can you keep this secret?" He said, making a very serious face.

"Yes!" She squealed, giggling.

"Pinky promise?"

She beamed, holding her tiny hand up to his. He wrapped his finger around hers, squeezing for just a second before releasing her.

"Go get the markers then, we have to work fast!"

Stevie screamed in excitement, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. He heard her digging around the art room, probably making a huge mess, before he heard a scraping noise on the wood floor. She was pushing a box of markers that was nearly as big as she was, groaning dramatically.

"It's... too... heavy," she panted. "Please help!"

Harry smiled, leaning down to pick up the box. He scooped her up too, settling them both down on the table.

"Alright, Miss Styles," he said, adapting a posh accent. "This is a proper tattoo parlor, so we shall do this properly, hm?"

She laughed, kicking her feet.

"I want the mermaid!" She said, pointing to the ink on his forearm.

"Patience, Miss Styles," He smiled, wetting a paper towel under the faucet. "First, we have to get your arm ready!"

She held out her arm, tracing her little fingers over his other tattoos as he wiped her wrist with the cloth.

"So, the mermaid, hm? You have excellent taste, Miss Stevie," he joked, throwing the towel back to the sink. "What color?"

"Black, like yours," she said, smiling sweetly.

He felt his heart squeezing as he reached for a black marker. She was so precious. He would do anything, literally anything, to make her happy. He knew it was probably dangerous, how much power this two year old had over him, but he didn't care. He had been in love with her since the day she was born; since the first time he had looked at her.

"We can match, look at that!" He said, beginning to draw on her arm. "Did you know that I love you sooooo much?"

"I love you too, daddy," she giggled. "And that tickles!"

"Oh, it tickles, does it? Should I stop?" He hovered the marker over her skin, glancing at her teasingly.

"No!" She yelled. "I want to match you!"

"Alright then," He said, laughing as he went back to his task. "Why don't we listen to some music?"

"Yeah!"

"What should we listen to?"

"Your song, the fire!"

"The fire?" Harry looked up, confused. "None of my songs have fire in them, bug."

"Yes," she said stubbornly. "And the fish!"

Harry thought for a second before it clicked. "Do you mean Adore You?"

"That one!"

"You're right," He laughed. "That one does talk about fire. I'll get it, yeah?"

He set down the marker, picking up his phone. After a minute, she was dancing in her seat to the drums of Adore You. When the chorus came on, she sang "walk through fire for you" while looking at Harry triumphantly.

"Did you know this song is about mommy?" He said, focusing on his drawing.

"Really?" She asked incredulously, eyes wide.

"Really! It's about how much I love her."

"Yucky," She said, scrunching her nose.

"Yucky? That's not yucky!" he exclaimed. "It's nice!"

Stevie hummed, kicking her feet along with the music.

"It's yucky."

"Stevie, you're hurting my feelings!" He said, gasping and clutching his chest dramatically. "I can't go on," he sighed, throwing his other arm over his forehead. "I'm sorry, daddy," She giggled, reaching up to pull his arm back to her. "Keep going!"

He smiled, adding the finishing touches to her drawing.

"And... there we go! One mermaid, just for you."

She beamed, holding her arm next to his to compare.

"Daddy... your mermaid has no clothes. She needs some."

"How about you draw her a shirt?" Harry laughed, handing her the marker. She furrowed her brow, focusing intently on her task.

"Good job staying in the lines, love!" He said, ignoring the scribbles around the outline. "And you were right, it does tickle."

"I know!" She laughed, giving the marker back.

"What now?"

"The... the heart!" She said, pointing the the small filled in shape on his upper arm.

"Sure, that's an easy one."

He proceeded to give her at least ten more matching "tattoos", including a cross, an anchor, a poorly drawn rose, and the green bay packers logo.

"Daddy!" She gasped. "I have a idea!"

"What's your idea, princess?"

"The butterfly! On my belly!"

"You want a butterfly on your belly?" He asked, lifting his shirt to show her his. "Like this?"

"Yes!" She clapped. "Like that!"

They were having the time of their lives, drawing and singing as loud as they could to all of Harry's songs. He loved watching her face every time he finished drawing. Her eyes would light up and she would pull his arm to hers, showing him how they matched. Every time a new song came on she would squeal and kick her legs because "it's my favorite song!"

They had just finished making silly noises together at the end of "Sunflower" when Harry heard a noise. He froze with the marker on her arm, looking up quickly.

He reached over to pause the music, holding a finger to his lips when she whined at him. He glanced at the clock, hoping he was just imagining things. You weren't supposed to be home for another hour. But no, that was definitely the sound of the front door opening, followed by your voice calling out a greeting.

"Mommy!" Stevie shrieked, launching herself off the table.

"No!" Harry hissed, grabbing her before she could run off. "Stevie, we have to wash this off!"

He scooped her up, running up the stairs to the bathroom.

"Harry?" You called out. That was weird. You could have sworn you heard them in the kitchen. "Stevie?"

"We're- we're upstairs, love!" Harry yelled back. "Just cleaning up!"

Cleaning what? You wondered, but didn't dwell on it for too long. It had rained recently, so they had probably gotten muddy outside.

You made your way to the kitchen with the grocery bags, beginning to put everything away. Then you saw the box of markers. You narrowed your eyes, confused when you realized there was no paper around. What had they been drawing on?

Up in the bathroom, Harry was starting to panic. He had set Stevie up on the counter while he was rubbing at the ink with a washcloth.

"It's not coming off! Why isn't it coming off? The box said washable!"

"No, don't take my mermaid!" She cried, pushing his hands away.

"Stevie, love, I'm sorry, but we can't let mommy see these. Remember? They're secret tattoos."

"Mommy will like them! They're nice," She pouted.

"No, I don't think she will," Harry said, laughing nervously. "Maybe if we..." he grabbed the bottle of soap, dumping some onto the cloth. "There we are! Whew," he sighed in relief. "Good thing that worked, or daddy might have been sleeping on the couch tonight."

Just as he was lifting her off the counter, he heard a knock at the door.

"Harry? What are you doing in there?"

He swung open the door, smiling charmingly.

"Just a little cleanup! We... spilled some yogurt. Right Stevie?"

She nodded, looking up at you innocently.

"Ok... why were there markers all over the table, but no paper to use them on?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Uh... we were going to color, but then... the... yogurt explosion..."

"Oh, I see," you said, still suspicious. "Stevie," you said, kneeling down to be at her eye level. "Is daddy telling the truth?"

Harry held his breath. Stevie was notoriously bad at lying. Usually, Harry was thankful for this, but right now he could do with a little fib.

"Yes mommy, yogurt went everywhere," she said, eyes going wide as she mimicked an explosion with her hands.

You smiled, straightening up.

"Well, I'm glad you got it cleaned up. I'm going to go put the rest of the groceries away."

Harry exhaled as you got to the bottom of the stairs. He quickly lifted Stevie up, spinning her around.

"Thank you, Stevie. You're such a sweetie," He said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She giggled, wiping her face and wiggling in his arms.

"Let's go see what mom bought us!" He said, bouncing her as they ran downstairs.

Harry thought he was in the clear. He really did. He had managed to scrub off all traces of the marker, including the scribbles drawn over his own mermaid. Luckily, Stevie was true to her pinky promise and didn't say a word. She told you about how they played outside and what books they read, but said nothing about the makeshift tattoos. She was good at being sneaky.

By the time Stevie was yawning, Harry really though everything was fine. When you went to change her into her pajamas, he settled into the couch to find a movie.

Everything is fine, he thought. You had no id-

"Harry!" You yelled from down the hall.

He hopped up from his seat, rushing to Stevie's room.

"What is it?"

"Harry," you said, turning towards him slowly. "Why does our daughter have a huge butterfly drawn on her tummy?"

So close.

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pascalscenarios · 3 years

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HOW TO LOVE (Marcus Pike x Reader)

HOW TO LOVE

Marcus Pike x Reader

Summary: After a year being broken up with your ex, you move into a studio appartment just outside of Washington D.C. for a fresh start. You best friend gets your a job at the prestigious art museum he runs, and you have an encounter with someone you recognize.

Warning: None

Words: 3471

Author's Note: Surprise!!! AHH first chapter for How To Love! I’m excited for this one! I hope you guys in enjoy it! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list for this or the on main! Also if you asked and I didn’t put you in, I’m sorry, please remind me!

- K

Chapter 1

“Alright, this was the last one in the truck,” Your father says as he sets the container on the ground next to the others. Your father had helped you pack up and move your belongings from your hometown in Virginia to an apartment complex that was just outside of Washington D.C.

“Thanks, Dad.” You were grateful for his help.

“Do you want me to stay and help you unpack?” He was looking at the large boxes and containers piled on top of each other in the middle of your small studio apartment.

“No, that’s okay. I got it.” You smile slightly.

“You gonna be alright?” He says stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

You sigh, “I think so…” you turn your head to look around your small apartment. “I’m a little nervous, but I needed to do this...you know, move away from town and start fresh.”

“I know you do. If you ever need anything, your mother and I are a call away and a 45-minute drive.” He reassures you.

“Thank you, Dad. I love you.” You walk towards him, hugging him.

Your father wraps his arms around you, planting a kiss on your head. “I love you too. Call me if you need anything, yeah” He says, pulling away from you. You nod at him.

You both walk over to your front door. He opens it, stepping outside.

“Bye, Dad! Drive safe!” You call out as he walks down the steps and onto the walkway. You stand by the second-floor railing, looking down as he walks to his truck. He turns his body, looking up at you, giving you a wave. You watch him get into his truck, he honks, signaling a goodbye as he drives out of the parking lot.

You go back into your apartment shutting the door. You lean back against it, taking everything in. It was your first time truly living alone. You had spent years living with your ex in your hometown. He treated you terribly. You were constantly on-again, off-again with him. He had cheated on you a few times. You tried your hardest to make things work with him.

One day he decided that he was done with you, breaking things off and kicking you out of your shared apartment. You being a grown adult had to move back in with your parents. You spent a year in a tough place mentally, you decided you needed to get out of town and move somewhere else, have a fresh start, a clean slate. You needed more than what your hometown gave you.

Your best friend Elliot lived in D.C. working as a museum director at a prestigious art museum. He had offered you a job at the museum and even helped set you up with an apartment. You were nervous being on your own, but you knew you needed this time to grow as an individual.

You pushed yourself off the door, walking further into the open space. You stand there staring at all the boxes and containers. Your apartment was small. Only livable for two people, but it was perfect, and it was yours.

“Alright, let’s get to it.”

You had spent several hours getting things unpacked and organizing. You had managed to build your bed frame and set up your bed near the long and large windows. You placed your clothes into the narrow closet, set up your toiletries in the bathroom, and put kitchen appliances away. You needed to stock up your cabinets and fridge with food, so you decided to head to the grocery store.

You headed to the store in your pj’s. After your dad left, you had changed into something comfortable. You wore a worn-out Star Wars t-shirt, sweatpants, and your pink bunny slippers. You didn’t care if you rolled up to the grocery store like this. No one knew you and you knew one.

As you enter the grocery store and grab a shopping cart, your phone rings. You set your bag in the child seat, pulling out your phone. You looked at the caller ID, it was Elliot. You pick up the call, placing your phone against your ear, your other hand grabbing a hold of the cart’s handle.

“Hello?” you said, as you maneuver your cart around and in through the aisle.

“Hey! How’s it going? Do you make it to your apartment okay?” Elliot greets you.

“Hi, El…” you smile, “Yeah I did. My dad helped me out. We piled all my crap in the back of his truck. He drove it down, while I drove my car with the rest of my crap in it. I’m grocery shopping right now. The apartment is great by the way! Thank you for everything. Helping me get this apartment and setting me up with a job. I appreciate it. I can’t thank you enough” you say, picking up several Cup Noodles, tossing them into the cart.

“Of course! Don’t worry about it. That piece of shit put you through so much, you deserve to start fresh and to thrive! Maybe in D.C., you’ll find yourself a new guy…”

You scrunch up your face at what he said “Ehhh I don’t know about that…'' You traveled down the aisle picking up different snacks, foods, and drinks off the shelf.

He tries to encourage you, “You’ve been single for a while now. You should try to put yourself out there, meet some people.”

“I don’t know… I just don’t think I’m ready yet. He messed me up pretty bad, Elliot. I’m scared to get back into dating, you know?” you say sadly.

“And you have every right to feel that way, but not everyone is going to be like him. You’ll find the right person for you. It doesn’t hurt to try, but wherever you’re ready, I say go for it. Who knows, maybe you’ll run into someone in the grocery store.”

“Haha very funny, '' you say sarcastically, but you could help but laugh.

“Alright, I gotta run. I just wanted to check up on you. I’ll let you get back into shopping, but just a reminder, you to start work Monday, bright and early at 7:00 AM sharp.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then, love you.”

“I love you too! Bye!”

“Bye” you pull the phone away from your face, hanging up, and placing it back in your bag. You continued to shop. The majority of your cart was filled with your comfort junk foods, a few fruits and vegetables, and canned foods.

You knew the change of living in a new area and apartment was going to be different and a bit of getting used to. You wanted to have your favorite things to bring you some sense of joy and ease...and alcohol. Yes, you need to get a bottle.

You were turning the corner into an aisle with the alcohol when your cart collided with another person's cart that was leaving the aisle.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” You gasp at the man in surprise. He was a little bit taller than you. He wore a plain t-shirt, jeans, and shoes. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and he rocked a mustache and beard. You couldn’t lie, the man was handsome.

“It’s alright! I should be apologizing too, I bumped into you as well!” he chuckled. His eyes took notice of your outfit of choice.

Suddenly you felt shy and self-conscious about our outfit. You began to feel insecure that he was somewhat checking you out. I mean you wore PJs to the store, of course, you knew some people would stare and secretly judge you.

His gaze landed at your feet. He cocked his head to the side and smiled “Nice bunny slippers.”

“T-thanks..” you stuttered.

He must have noticed you were growing uncomfortable because he tried to lighten the mood. “I really should get myself a pair, they look comfy…I could see myself rocking some bunny kicks,” he joked.

You nod your head “Well make sure to wear them at home and not at the grocery store... along with your pj’s.. make sure you wear those at home as well because then you’ll end up going to the grocery store looking like a fool...” you mentally cringed. You didn’t mean to say your thoughts out loud. You were making this interaction more awkward than it needs to be. You just wanted to get your bottle of wine and leave.

You grab a hold of your cart, moving it into the space beside him to get into the aisle.

“I don’t think you look like a fool, it's a look. Matter of fact, I would kill to be in some Pj’s and bunny slippers all day. I live in work suits for my job. I hate it.”

“I say start a petition for pajama day at your work.”

He laughs. “I might just do that… I’m Mar-”

“Well, hopefully, that goes well for you. Good luck.” You gave him a small and quickly made your way down the aisle. Your heart was beating against your chest. You had to get out there. You picked up a bottle of red wine off the shelf and put it in the cart. You looked back to see the man, but he was gone.

…

You spent the rest of your weekend setting up and organizing the rest of your apartment. You had a few things left to do like setting up your tv, but other than that your apartment was done.

It was 5:00 AM, Monday morning, you woke up super early to get ready for work. You didn't want to be late. You took a shower, did your hair, and got dressed. You looked out yourself in the bathroom mirror after you finished getting ready. You were dressed professionally. You felt a little silly, but you were going to be working at a fancy art museum. You spent the past year living in pj’s, shirt and shorts. It’s been a while since you had to dress up.

Leaving your bathroom, you walk over to your kitchen grabbing your reusable tumbler cup filled with ice coffee. You head over the door, slipping on your flats, grabbing your keeps and bag off the hook, and heading out to your car.

By the time you made it into the city, it was almost 7. The traffic wasn’t too bad. You managed to find street parking, putting in a bunch of coins into the meter.

Walking up to the building you were in awe. It was a wide building with tall and long glass windows in the front. You walk up to the stairs, opening the glass door. The lobby was a large space There was an information desk a few feet off to the side of the entrance, along with stairs leading upstairs. Benches and few art sculptures on display throughout the room. Bathrooms and elevators are located on the middle far back wall. Exhibits were down the halls on the left and right side of the bathroom and elevators, and upstairs.

Workers and custodians traveled around the room, preparing to open the museum in about an hour.

You hear Elliot call after you. You look up noticing Elliot coming down the stairs.

“El!” You smiled walking towards him.

“Ah! I can’t believe you’re here!” He embraced you into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re here in D.C. with me. We"ll get to hang out all the time now."

You laugh. “I'm excited! Thanks again for getting me a job. I feel kinda bad though. Like technically I skipped the whole interview phase and got the job. Isn’t that kind of abuse to your position?”

“Seriously it’s fine and I’m the Museum Director, I call the shots around here.”

“Elliot…” You say under your breath.

Elliot rolled his eyes, “Come on, you know what you mean. I’m responsible for the operation of the whole place and I know you better than anyone, I trust you.”

You still couldn’t believe Elliot was in charge of this whole museum.

“Come on, I'll give you a tour of Clemonte!”

...

Elliot gave you a tour of the Museum’s exhibits and even behind the scene things that the public doesn’t get to see. The museum had such beautiful pieces of artwork. This place was amazing. You loved it. There was so much more you wanted to see, but you only had enough time to see part of it. Maybe during your free time, you’d look around to discover the rest.

“So, what do you think?”

“Wow, this place is stunning” you stay as you both make it back to the lobby.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. I’m a bit nervous I’m not going to lie.” You pull away.

“Nothing to be nervous about, you’ll be fine.” He reassures you.

“So do I have to call you Mr. Regan, boss man?” you giggled.

“Pff, no one calls me that. I feel so old when people call me that. Everyone just calls me Elliot.”

“So” he claps his hands together. “You’re going to be working at the Visitors Information desk.” He says pointing to the large and round information desk near the stairs.

“El, I just got here I don’t know anything!” Your eyes widen.

“You’ll be fine, and besides you’ll be working with Ms. Laurie, she’s been here for years. She’ll teach you everything you’ll need to know. And don’t worry, we have a list and maps where everything is you can refer to.’’

“Come on” his head points in the direction of the desk.

“Hi, Ms. Laurie!” He smiles brightly at the woman. She looked about to be in her late 60’s.

“Good Morning, Elliot!” she beams.

He introduces you to Laurie. “This is my friend, the one I was telling you about. She’s going to be working with you.”

“Ah yes! Hello dear! It’s lovely to meet you! I’m so glad you’re working with me!” She holds out your hand to take.

You take her hand. “It’s nice to meet you too! I’m excited.”

“Alright well, She’s yours now, Ms. Laurie, let her have it. This is for you,” Elliot hands you your ID badge.

“Where the hell did you get this photo?” You say scrunching your face at this old and outdated photo of you.

“I pulled it off your mom facebook- Also, The FBI are coming it today-”

“My mom’s Facebook- Wait, the FBI? Why what happened?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“The FBI has a specific bureau that deals with international art theft, the Art crime team or they call himself the Art Squad. Sometimes they come in here to do research, sting operations, stuff like that, so don’t worry if you see a bunch of them waltz in here. They come around a lot.”

“Oh..o-okay.”

“Alright, I gotta go, I have a ton of meetings today, but have a good day, love you, if you need anything let me know!” He shouted quickly as he speeds walked off.

“We’re going to be opening in about half an hour, I better get started with teaching you the basics” Laurie announced. “Come dear, you can put your things over here.” She pushes open the short desk door that came up to about your hips, letting your step into the desk area.

Laurie gave you a rundown on the layout of the museum and most frequently asked areas such as where the most popular art exhibits, bathrooms, and the gift shop.

“You got everything?” Laurie asked you.

“I think so. Just a lot of stuff to memorize.” “I know hun, but once you get the hang of it, it’s going to be a breeze! You’ll know it like the back of your hand!” She chuckles. “You’ll get it in no time, if you need any help, I’m here, or you can use the maps and lists we have sprawled all around here.” She motions to the piles of paper around the desk.

“Thank you so much, Ms. Laurie.” You smiled.

…

Once the museum is open, you have a bunch of people come to the visitor's information center asking you questions. Some you were able to answer, others you had to ask Laurie or use the resources you had.

It was noon. Nothing happened, a few people came to stop by, many of the families with young children were leaving, probably headed to see multiple other museums. You noticed a group of men and women walk in. They were all wearing suits. You assumed that it was the FBI agents. They all stood in the middle of the lobby, one man stood in front of the group, giving them instructions.

The group disbanded, pairs of agents headed towards different areas and wings of the museum. You went back to filling out an information form. An Elementary school had called wanting to have a field trip. You filled out the information on the form for the school, and It had to be sent up to Elliot later to get approval.

“Do you happen to know where I can get some bunny slippers?”

“Excuse m-” You quickly lift your head from the form. Standing in front of you was the guy from the grocery store, learning to gain the counter.

He smiles at you. “I see you aren’t wearing pj’s today and no bunny slippers, damn” he joked.

You chuckled slightly. “W-well I’m working. I have to dress professionally. Guess your petition for pj’s fell through, huh?”

“Yeah, no one was down for it, but I still want some bunny slippers. Where’d you get yours?”

“um...Amazon..”

“Alright, I’ll make a mental note...I saw you when I came in. I didn’t know you worked here. How come I’ve never seen you before?” He asked.

“I-I’m new, I just started today actually…” you fiddled with the pencil in your hand. You were growing nervous.

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then…”

You swallowed hard. What was he getting at? “Oh, are we now-” You looked down at his ID badge that was clipped to his outer suit pocket that had the FBI in bold letters.

“Special Agent Pike” you read his name badge.

“Marcus” he held out his hand

You don’t take it. You were nervous. You had no idea what the Marcus guy wanted with you, and you weren’t looking for anything right now. Marcus Pike may seem all cute and harmless, but the next thing you know, he’ll be breaking your heart into two. He was probably trying to play nice to get in your pants.

After everything that happened with your boyfriend, you guarded yourself, bordering your heart with thick walls. You weren’t gonna let just anyone in. You had to protect your heart from things that hurt you in the past. You didn’t want to go through that pain again so it was better to keep walls up. You didn’t want to let anyone new into your life.

He moves his hand to scratch behind his head.

“So you gonna tell me your name?”

“No”

“No?”

“Why should I tell you my name?”

“I don’t know, because that’s what you do when you meet someone you new and you know what to call them by?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Well, you’re an FBI agent. If you wanna know, use your investigation skills and figure it out.” With that picked up paper, turning around in your hair, and walking over to the fax machine.

Marcus stood there confused. You were being nice, but then switched on a dime? Was it sometimes he said? He didn’t know what happened, but if you weren’t going to tell him, he just had to figure it out.

Out the corner of your eye, you see him walk off to the elevators. You sign in relief.

“I see you were talking to Marcus Pike.” Laurie chimed in coming out from your guy's office. “He’s a really nice guy.”

“Is he really or is that just a front to get into people's pants?” You asked, continuing to stare at him.

Laurie gasped in surprise, “Marcus Pike? No! He's such a sweetheart and very well mannered, ask anyone here, they'll tell you that.”

You sigh, now you felt kinda bad, you switched and judged him too quickly. You had trust issues that you needed to work on. You sign rubbing your face. You might have screwed up.

“I know he may be a little cocky and comes off a bit strong, but he’s a great guy once you get to know him.”

He gets in the elevator turning around. You two lock eyes, but you quickly look away back down to the fax machine.

You look back up noticing the elevator doors have closed.

“We’ll see about you, Agent Pike…”

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getitinbusan · 3 years

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The Music Room -

Min Yoongi 18+ Smut

Part of the Lost Boys Series

JIN • NAMJOON • YOONGI •

Warnings: 18+ smut, MF sex, MF oral, A playful bite, Swearing.

Words: 3075

Summary: A stand alone series about a misfit friend group of seven boys. These stories are a day in the life snip it of who they are, where they came from and how they love.

The melody drifting up the barren hall floated through the air like it was made for your ears alone.

The poetic rhythm of the keys made you pause, listening enviously at the talent of whomever was playing.

But who was playing? It was 8 am on a Friday, the room should be vacant. Pulling up the music rooms schedule on your phone, you weren't wrong. The first spot of the day was yours for the entire semester.

You knocked lightly. The sound stopped and the bench made it's familiar dragging noise across the concrete floor.

Pulling the heavy windowless wood open by it's cold handle you peeked inside. He scrambled, seemingly embarrassed, shoving his sheet music into his backpack.

"You should be more careful with your notes, don't want to ruin any masterpieces."

"No fear in that," he mumbled. "They're just a bunch of scribbled ideas."

Pulling the zipper shut he slung it over his shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't know this was your time slot."

"It's fine." you tried to smile at him but he kept his eyes down.

"Don't you have the schools app? I can check to see when you're supposed to be here." You tapped the widget, "What's your name?"

"It's fine, I'm actually not on the schedule."

"Oh, why not? You sounded great. If you missed the cutoff you can still be added to a wait list. People drop out all the time."

He looked up and grinned. By God if he wasn't the most beautiful boy you'd ever seen.

"I don't belong here."

"Don't say that. I was listening and you're really talented, you deserve to be here just as much as any of us."

"I don't though." His eyes met yours and you were done for. "I don't go here, I'm not a student."

"Ahh, I guess that's a problem."

"I already said I'm sorry," he got defensive. "I'll just get out of your way."

He started towards the door.

You tugged his backpack. "So is breaking into schools and playing piano a weird hobby of yours?"

You tried to lighten the mood, "you've got a little Phantom of the Opera University edition kink?"

He laughed. "I'm not technically breaking in, I do have a key fob." He held up the school ID. "It's my roommates. And if you want to know about my kinks you're gonna have to get to know me a little better."

You stepped closer and took it from his hand.

"Park Jimin, Performing Arts." Handing it back you eyed him up and down. "So what's your story….."

"My name's Yoongi."

Pulling a chair out from the corner you sat and rummaged through your backpack until you pulled out your breakfast.

"Listen Yoongi, I was just going to sit here. I need logged practice time for course credit."

You peeled your clementine, "So if you want to stay and play, be my guest."

He looked at you unsure, "Why would you do that for me?"

You smiled and shrugged. "I like your face."

Turning red he plopped his knapsack back onto the floor and reclaimed the bench.

You waited until his fingers were just about to land on the keys. "I do have one condition though."

He froze, "Yeah, what's that?"

"You have to take me for coffee later and tell me your story. Agree?"

"I Agree. But you didn't have to give up your time for that, I was going to ask you out anyway."

You probably wouldn't have given up your time but you were intrigued. Park Jimin was an amazing dancer. The curious boy who was here on scholarship was often the subject of conversation in the dining hall. Not only was he good looking but he was a mystery. He hung out with the strangest group of friends, seven misfit boys who were proud to not fit in. In this small University town they stood out as odd, everyone referred to them as The Lost Boys. Yoongi, now being revealed to you as one of them, seemed harmless enough and the opportunity to get to know a piece of them was too good to pass.

Walking and talking up the worn concrete path you made your way through the bustle of pajama clad students trying to get to class.

"Don't you have to be somewhere?"

"Yeah, but I don't care. I'd rather get to know you."

"You should go, I'm not so important that you should lose a day of school over me."

"It's all bullshit anyway Yoongi, it's not going to get me anywhere."

He stopped abruptly, now just outside the small coffee shop. "You sound like a spoiled brat."

You were shocked, who the hell was he to speak to you like that?

"I'd kill to be in your position and you don't even give a shit about just squandering it away."

He pulled the door open and looked at you crossly. "Still want that coffee?"

You stepped in front of him and shot him a dirty look. "I do. You owe me AND because I'm a brat I'm going to order the fanciest thing on the menu. TO GO!"

He silently walked behind you, following to the counter while you placed your ostentatious order. You stood studying him while he asked for an iced Americano. His blond shaggy hair skimmed his chocolate eyes and his sexy lips seemed to always sit in permanent pout. They looked like they'd be nice to kiss.

"You want to stop staring at me and take your expensive drink. You're holding up the line."

You blushed, knocked from your daydream admiration by his deep voice.

You huffed while pulling the chair out, making a show of your annoyance, situating yourself at the corner table.

"I thought you were getting it to go?" he barbed.

"Why would I do that when I can be a pain in your ass a little bit longer? You promised to tell me your story, let's hear it?"

His inhale was deep. Anxiety? Apprehension? A mix of both? His eyes stared at his coffee while his fingers fiddled with the straw. "I want to be a musician."

"Well I figured that much."

"Listen, if you really want to know can you just shut up? This isn't an easy thing for me to talk about, I don't just tell everyone."

"If you don't want to tell me don't"

He cut you off. "But I do want to, for some stupid reason."

"What reason?"

He exhaled with a smirk. "I like your face."

You smiled, "Then please continue."

"I want to be a musician. I write music and lyrics and it's all I've ever wanted my entire life."

He took a sip of coffee. "My parents didn't approve of my choices so I decided to move out on my own and live my life how I wanted."

You nodded in understanding.

"I didn't take into consideration how hard exactly that would be, but I'm a proud man, and there's no going back."

"So what do you do? You're not a student, do you work?"

"Yeah, I deliver food and groceries part time. It doesn't pay much but the basics are covered."

You looked down at your shitty expensive coffee in guilt, maybe you were just a spoiled brat.

"So whenever I'm not working I try to get as much practice and writing in as I can. I use Jimin's fob to get into the music room and that's where I am most nights...all night." he shrugged in omission.

"So no time for a girlfriend?" you felt silly the moment it left your lips.

"I didn't think so." He looked up for the first time since the conversation started. "But," he smiled, "I think given the right person priorities could definitely be changed."

Talking into the afternoon time flew away. Several less expensive coffees later he looked at his phone and frowned. "I've got to go to work."

He stood up and gathered his things. "But I'd love it if we could see each other again."

You stood to go too. "Next Friday 8am? I can let you in with my fob?"

"That sounds really nice." His hand reached out and his fingers brushed across yours as he took the tray from you. "But I was hoping I wouldn't have to wait that long. We're having a party tonight at our place...will you come?"

You sat on the edge of the sofa watching the group around you getting drunk and philosophical. Definitely nothing like a frat party, these guys were a different breed.

His roommates were all handsome in their own way and something about them just set you at ease. No pretensions, no apologies, they were just who they were having fun.

Finally seeing him walk through the door your heart raced when his eye caught yours.

"I'm sorry I'm late, they kept getting orders."

"It's okay. Your roommate..." you pointed to Seokjin. "The one with the really broad shoulders, he kept me entertained with some pretty good jokes."

He scrunched his nose, "really, really sorry."

You pulled a bottle vodka out of your purse and raised your brows. "Are you ready for some fun."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch until you were close enough to hear without having to shout.

"I'd like to grab a shower. Do you want to wait in my room for me? I mean...if you're uncomfortable down here by yourself."

It was a no brainer, the sexual tension and chemistry you'd had all day was like a current of electricity running between you.

"Lead the way."

You looked around his room while he was showering. Sure the mattress was on the floor but the bed was made and his clothes were hung neatly in the closet. His dresser was stacked with notebooks that were overflowing with lyrics. Pieces of paper with doodles and random words loosely spilling from between the pages.

Pictures, they must be family, small resemblances in their smiles and it looked like he had a brother.

He had a shelf full of colognes. Picking up the Paco Rabanne he walked in as you were pulling the cap off to sniff it.

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to be nosey, I just wanted to know what you smelled like." Idiot, of all the creepy things to say.

He smiled, "It's alright, I'm not hiding anything."

"No," your cheeks flushed when it finally registered that he was half naked in front of you. "I guess you really aren't."

"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just forgot to grab my clean clothes before I went in." He opened a drawer to pull out a shirt.

"It doesn't," you blurted embarrassed.

He pulled his hand away from the clothing and raised his brows quizzically, "So you don't want me to get dressed?"

You walked towards him, he was gorgeous. Water droplets still clung to his muscular chest like he couldn't afford the time away from you to fully dry himself.

"I think," you stammered, "That I'd actually prefer if you didn't."

You placed your hand on his bicep and waited for his response.

It didn't come from words, it came from two soft warm lips attaching themselves to yours.

"You're a good good kisser Min Yoongi. Is your mouth that good at everything?"

"You mean like singing?" He teased your lips with his while he popped the button on your jeans.

"No," you giggled.

"Then you must mean biting?" His teeth lightly bit the flesh of your thigh as he kneeled to lower your pants and underwear.

"Nope, that's not what I meant either."

"Oh, I know, you must mean eating?" His warm tongue found your clit and gave it a little flick. "I think I'm pretty good at it."

You ran your fingers through his hair while he looked up at you hungry.

"Prove it," you moaned."

Stepping out of your pants you leaned back against his dresser. Ass resting on the edge he opened your thighs, a low mumble of, "fuck" drifting out of his mouth before he dove in.

His large hands held you open while his silky tongue explored every crevice of your sex sending your senses into a frenzy. Coming up for air every so often he'd moan at the loss of your taste before inhaling and going back in for more. He wasn't methodical, his mouth was unpredictable. One minute his tongue would be deep inside you and the next he'd have his lips around your clit sucking softly.

"Come over here with me."

He led you to the bed, taking off your shirt before guiding you down. Your eyes ran over his body stopping at the bulge under the tightly wrapped terry cloth towel. The wetness in between your legs grew just thinking about getting to see it.

He laid down beside you, holding your face and kissing you while you reached to undo his shroud.

Smiling, he pulled your hand away, "I'm not done with you yet. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

You had to rub your legs together for friction, he was driving you wild. "This morning, when I watched you playing?"

He smiled like he knew.

"All I could think of was how sexy your..." He stopped your words by hooking two fingers into your mouth and rubbing them against your tongue.

"You were thinking about how good these would feel inside you?" He kissed your neck, "You really know what you want huh?"

"Some people even say I'm spoiled."

"Do you always get your way?"

He plunged them inside of you changing your words of, "I hope so," into a long drawn out moan.

Kissing his way down your neck and over your collar bones his mouth lingered on your breasts. Skimming his lips across your nipples he watched as they hardened into excited little buds. A small smile graced his face, he was clearly proud of how he was making your body react.

His long piano fingers played skillfully inside of you while he latched onto your nipple and suckled. Your heart beat loudly like it was part of the parties soundtrack, the music reverberating through the floor as he fingered you. The whole unfolding scene felt like a dream. Dizzy and intoxicated from lust and heavy breathing you didn't want to wake up to a reality other than this one.

A thud outside the door snapped you back, your thighs clamping shut on his hand as you pulled the covers up to hide yourself.

"It's locked, nobody can get in, don't worry." He pulled the sheet back off of you to continue his work.

"Are you sure they can't get in?"

A loud moan rang through the hall and the thuds against the wall gave away the truth.

"I'm sure they have their own agenda."

You flopped back trying to regain the moment while his fingers stroked your walls.

It was distracting at first, people fucking right outside his door. But a few minutes of listening to their pleasure, of hearing their moans and the pleas of harder, you were more turned on than ever.

He watched you unravelling at the pornographic sounds. "You wanna cum when they do?"

"Please..please," you begged in time with the drag of his fingers.

The sounds escalating on both sides of the wall seemed to add fuel to the fires of both immanent orgasms. Just as the stranger in the hall screamed her end, Yoongi pumped and sucked harder until you finished longer and louder than your unknown counterpart. He laughed as he pulled his fingers out of you, the strings of excitement cleaned off with a lurid suck of his own digits.

Your head was still reeling when he pulled his towel off. His thick beautiful cock looked so hard and ripe as he reached in his drawer for a condom.

"Can I put it on you?" You took it from his hand and ripped the package open. Holding it between your fingertips you got closer and ran your tongue around the head of his cock. The taste of pre cum on his freshly washed dick made you ready for more.

Giving him a few deep sucks and pumps you needed him now. He watched while you rolled the thin latex tightly over his twitching thickness and straddled him, wasting no time to begin bouncing on his cock.

Your kisses were messy, hands entwined in his hair, your breasts grazing against his skin with every thrust while you rode him. "Fuck, you feel so good."

His hands gripped your ass squeezing as he moaned underneath you. Orgasm building like a hurricane, the eye of the perfect storm became more imminent with every slide of your pleasure point against his soaked pubic trail.

"Make me cum Yoongi."

He flipped you swiftly onto your back and his hips picked up the pace to the finish line. Thrusting in between your open thighs his cock drove you to convulsively cum, your cunt squeezing his own warm liquid into the condom between you.

He lay with his arms around you in silence. Your head on his chest listening to his heart slowly make it's way back to a normal pace.

"I can't promise you anything more than who I am. I don't have anything to offer you but dreams that may or may not come true."

He stroked your hair as he spoke his truth. "I'm working hard, but I can't guarantee that I'll ever amount to anything more than a delivery boy."

You sat up on your elbow and stared at the man you'd just fallen in love with. "I want to share all of my time with you Yoongi. In fact, I insist you take it. I've heard you play and I believe in you."

You waited until your lips were just about to land on his. "I do have one condition though."

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "Yeah, what's that?"

"You've got to promise you'll write me a song. Agree?"

His fingers splayed caressing your back, he couldn't help the huge smile that took over his face when he kissed you.

"I agree. But you didn't have to give up your time for that, I was going to do it anyway."

#Yoongi #Yoongi smut #bts smut #bts #min yoongi #lost boys series #Happy Birthday Yoongi #suga day

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obsessive-ego · 4 years

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Sweet dreams part 2

Part 1

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft content

Reader gets a wet dream while sharing a bed with their good pal beetlejuice

Voyeurism, masturbation, dubious consent

It's been a few days since the whole wet dream episode, you can still remember it like it was yesterday, as twistedly hot and awkward as the while thing was, the real awkward issues were the following morning.

10am your phone buzzes, illuminating the room, the mattress shifts, as you reach for your alarm you hear beetlejuice groan "shut it off babes, 10 more minutes".

Youd normally agree to that, but after what he did last night youd like to change you pants, and wash the sheets.

"Sorry Beej, wake up, I got shit to do" you nudge him, hoping he would let you go, no dice, he groans and tightens his grip on your waist.

"Sweets, it's so warm here, you have the day off, humor me".

"Sorry, I need to be an adult today-"

"Oh sugar, you can easily be an adult in bed~" his gravely voice drops to that seductive tone that makes a shiver run up your spin, this bastard was gonna be the death of you, you mumble an apology and pull away from his grip. Slinking out of bed you grab a pair of clean pajama pants and head to the bathroom.

Beetlejuice sighs, he'll get you one day, he pats his crotch, feeling the wet spot from last night, did you not notice last night? Did he wake you? Probably not, as least he thinks so.

He couldnt help but smile remembering that dream, he dreamt of you often, last night was a good one, guess having your scent so close triggered a REAL juciey wet dream, he sighs completely content, the image of you bouncing up and down on his cock, being so pretty for him, saying how much you loved him while he played with your breasts. Of course he figured it was a dream and really escalated it, pounding up into you at a punishing pace having you in tears over how good it was, beetlejuice couldnt help but drool remembering such a fun dream, but now wasnt the time to rub out another one, maybe later. He perked up hearing clattering in the kitchen, meaning you were making coffee, with a snap of his finger he was right beside you, he must of caught you off guard cuz you visibly jump.

"Did I scare you sugar~?" He purrs

You dont respond, your face was red, being this close to beetlejuice after him cumming on your backside in his sleep was too much too soon, you felt so awkward and embarrassed you thought your heart was gonna burst

"I know, I know, you're not a morning person, I'll check again when the coffee kicks in yeah?"

The whole day you would flinch when beetlejuice touched you, you couldnt even look at him, you weren't mad, just embarrassed. But of course he took it as you were upset with him, the day was weird and awful, but you couldnt stop yourself, you kept thinking back to last night.

When It came to the time when beetlejuice had to leave, as Lydia was summoning him, you gave him a goodbye handshake instead of the hug you normally do, you immediately regret that choice, seeing the purple hue that has taken him over, and with that final image he was gone, nothing left but green smoke.

In the last few days you've had time to calm down, and release the built tension. But today was yours and beetlejuice scheduled movie night, he was quite down when he left because of your actions, would he even want to DO movie night with you anymore after how weird you were? You paced the floor, mind flooded with negative scenarios of how the best thing to ever happen to you would never want to see you anymore.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you phone started buzzing, caller ID lydia

You frown, and accept the call "hello?"

"What are you wearing?~"

You sigh, he was using her phone again "beetlejuice-"

"OH sugar you will be wearing me when I'm done with you~" he moaned

Knitting your brows together, not quite sure what he ment, but not wanting to know, before you could reply, BJ starts again

"So are we gonna do this or not? Babes you're giving me massive blueballs" in the back ground you can hear lydia yelling for her phone back and for you to hurry up and summon him.

Taking a deep breath and composing yourself you summon your friend, your apartment is filled with green smoke, you cough waving the smoke away, once the smoke cleared there stood beetlejuice, normally he would pull you around like a rag doll, or dramatically dip and kiss you as a greeting, but tonight he just stood there staring back at you.

You give him a soft smile "hey I wanted to apologize for my behavior the other day, I wasnt feeling too hot, and I acted super weird, I'm sorry if-"

Beetlejuice pulls you into a tight hug, guess that's all he needed from you?

"Thank god slash satan, Babs said you were probably feeling sick, I was SO worried you were sick of me Dollface" he nuzzled his head into the crock of your neck, you audibly gasp while the ghoul babbles about how worried he was about losing your friendship, you felt so rotten about it, but it's in the past and you two can move on.

Movie night was the same as it was, enjoyable, you order pizza and Beej scares the piss out of the delivery guy, it was nice to be over the awkward bump.

As it got late you told beetlejuice you were turning in, you got changed in the bathroom out of habbit, returning to your bedroom you saw the demon in your bed motioning you to come hither, you could feel you face getting warm, memories of the last time you two shared a bed came flooding back, you take a deep breath and go over.

"Come to daddy sweet thing~" beetlejuice coos with grabby hands

"Gross" you utter as you slide in next to him, your bed was a twin so there wasnt much room for personal space. Without a second thought beetlejuice wraps his arms around your waist as he spoons you, nuzzling his face in your hair.

"So warm" he mumbles, this is gonna be a long night, you could already feel the heat building inbetween your legs, none the less you close your eyes and try to empty you mind in Hope's sleep will come fast.

...

Beetlejuice is woken by your squirming "what's up sweets? Gotta pee?" No response, he give you a gentle nudge, nothing, he chuckles, you must be dreaming. Your breathing becomes harsh, panting as you squirm a bit harder, bumping your rear into the demons crotch.

"Whoa sugar, you alright?" He whispers, you quietly groan, then it clicks, you were having a wet dream, the ghoul couldnt help but drool at this, here you were, his cute little breather about to become a hot mess in his arms, WHILE HE'S VISIBLE.

You begin whining, while you squirm, bumping your rear into BJ's crotch at a nice steady pace, the demon was over the moon with this, his hair so bright with excitement and arousal, the room was illuminated an electric pink.

"What are you dreaming of sweetheart?~" he purrs, as his hand traces your thigh. "Pretty mean of you to give me a boner like this sugar, hmmmm, is this revenge for cumming on that cute butt of yours the other day?~" he couldnt help but chuckle at that last part.

Bucking harder against him, beetlejuice bites his knuckles to keep himself quite, stifling a moan, fuck this was so hot, should he let you sleep, or wake you up? Waking you up could be a good thing, maybe you'd wake up feeling incredibly horny and need him to pound you silly, or more likely youd be sick to your stomach with embarrassment, the demon is pulled from his thoughts by your voice, a tad louder then before.

"Beej, please" you moan softly

"Sweetheart" beetlejuice gently nudges you, no response. "Sugar, relax let your old pal mr beebleboose help ya out~" he purrs softly.

Beetlejuice gently snakes his hand to the front of your panties, gently teasing the folds of your sex with a single finger, the friction alone made you whine and buck hard, beetlejuice carefully pulls you close to his chest, so his now hard dick is resting nicely against your butt.

"Alright, I got you, this is the least I can do sweets" he cooed stroking your sex, you whine and buck, bumping your rear into Bj's cock, the ghoul bits down on his knuckles to keep himself quiet, this was too good of an opportunity to ruin.

"Beetlejuice..... so good.... ah" you mumbled thrashing a bit harder, god slash satan did beetlejuice want to grind his cock into your ass, but he was already pushing his luck as it was with his hand on you crotch.

"Feels good doesnt it sweetheart? You like it dont you? Naughty little thing~" he whispered, he knew you liked him, he's herd it straight from your mouth, the few times he's watched you touch yourself, you spelled it out nice and clear, that being said he knew you were a coward with your feelings, that was fine for now, he could wait till you were good and ready to admit it yourself, but until that glorious day, beetlejuice didnt mind taking what satisfaction he could get from you.

This, right now, having you moan and buck from his touch alone, having you grind that cute ass against his cock was like heaven, or as close as a born dead demon was gonna get.

"Come on y/n, I know your close~ how bout you cum for your old pal mr beebleboose?~ cum for me sugar, give me all you got~" he purred stroking you folds with a bit more friction along the crotch of your panties, which were now delightfully wet, what beetlejuice would give to stick that delicious garment in his mouth, the thought alone made him drool.

"AH!" You moan out, buck your hips in a clumsy rhythm "beetlejuice...." you softly whisper as your movement slows to a stop and your heavy breathing slowly dies down to a more calming pace.

The demon smiles to himself, proud of what he did, more importantly feeling smug about how you said his name when you came.

"Was it good sugar? Did daddy make you feel good?~" he cooed "pleasant dreams babes" the ghoul whispered placing a gentle kiss on your head, you mumble something unintelligible, beetlejuice couldnt help but smile.

But now to a more pressing matter, you might have already came, but BJ, not yet, the demon slips away from your sleeping form. "You know how I am a gentleman sugar, I couldnt possibly jerk off in your bed with you there twice in one week" he chuckles. The ghoul glances around the room for something to help him out, a new cum rag for the collection, beetlejuice had no issue seeing in the dark, and went straight to your laundry basket, pulling out a freshly wore pair of black panties. He holds the cloth to his face, inhaling your delightful scent, then it hits him, his hand, the hand that ever so gently jerked you off, this was gonna be real good, he hummed to himself strolling out to the living room where he could get away with making alittle noise.

Bonus

Your phones buzzes, 10am

you groan reaching for the device.

"Good morning sweetheart" beetlejuice pulls you back into an embrace, weirdly giddy this morning "did ya sleep well? Have any pleasant dreams?~" he cooed

You knit your eyebrows together, were you talking in you sleep?

"I guess? I dont really remember" you mumble.

Beetlejuice gives you a big toothy grin in response

"Well doll, you were moaning out my name last night begging me to fuck you~" he laughs

You punch him in the shoulder, yeah you did feel tingly between the legs, but he had to be joking "I did not you ass"

The ghoul continues to laugh as you slip away to start your day. The dense ones were always the best in his opinion.

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft

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unabashegirl · 4 years

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#2 “Wear something noticeable”

They met in a small Indian restaurant close to his home in England. He had ordered some take-out that night and so had Y/N. It was a cold winter night. She cursed at the wind as she kept a quick pace towards the well lit small restaurant up the hill. A few hours ago, she found herself already tucked in bed when the sudden craving for some samosas with a mango milkshake surfaced. Even though she knew that she would regret it in the morning when her tummy ached, she still got up and called the restaurant.

The door chimed as she quickly walked in. She just wanted to be get inside and away from the below zero temperatures. She was still wearing her pajamas. She had just thrown on some grey sweatpants, a hoodie and a coat along with a beanie.

The nice lady at the front desk smiled at the young woman.

“Y/L/N” She took her credit card out of her back pocket and handed it to her with shivering hands.

“Thank you. Have a nice evening” The lady smiled at her. Y/N quickly signed the voucher and handed it back to her. She returned her credit card and Y/N noticed there was another person behind her. She instantly felt pressured and rushed so she took her card and receipt with one hand and the first brown bag that she saw.

Right before she could leave the establishment her phone began vibrating in her pocket only causing her to freak out. It was her father asking her if she was planning on visiting him anytime soon. She had been avoiding that call, but because of the sudden chaos, she hadn’t checked the phone ID. She hummed back to everything and replied with a quick yes and I’ll let you know as soon as I know. Her father knew that she didn’t mean it, she wasn’t going to call back. He had hurt her and most importantly he had hurt her mother which was unforgivable for her. Y/N worshipped the ground that her mother walked on.

“M’ sorry, I think you’ve got my order” He startled her as soon as she put her phone down. Her cheeks were slightly tinted red from the cold and so was the tip of her nose. He also managed to notice that her beanie was inside out and that she was the type of girl that pulled her sleeves over her hands for warmth. He instantly found her adorable.

“Oh really? I am so sorry” she didn’t know what was going on with her, maybe it was her desire to jump in her warm bed and devour her food in the comfort of her small cozy apartment. She usually doubled checked that her food order was right, but again she was too distracted.

“It’s okay” he chuckled as he handed her her brown paper bag. “I see you like the mango milkshake too” Y/N laughed, noticing the effortless beauty of the man before her. She was too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes.

“It’s pretty good” Y/N then proceeded to apologize again, but Harry was too shocked that she still hadn’t recognized him to mind her apology.They spoke by the door for a few more minutes until Harry finally decided that he had to take a chance. He asked for her phone number and Instagram just in case. He obviously didn’t give her his.

A few days later, they met up at the same spot and spoke for hours. Then they met a few more times, but in a different restaurant because Y/N was starting to grow tired of eating samosas.

“Are you driving?” Harry asked her as he helped her put on her coat and scarf as they stood by the door of the small, intimate restaurant. They had a lovely evening. Harry had worn one of his new Gucci shirts for her. Of course, she didn’t notice the expensive fabric or the delicate and the preciseness of every single detail just as much as he didn’t notice that her dress had previously been worn multiple times. He loved it. He had always wanted a normal relationship. He wanted to be with someone that made me feel just like Harry.

“I am walking home” Harry instantly frowned remembering what had happened to him a few days ago. He hadn’t told her because he didn’t feel the necessity to do so. He didn’t want her to feel scared in her own town.

“I am walking you home” He bluntly said as he threw on a beanie over his head. She knew who he was, but to her, he was only the guy that she had confused her take- out with.

“You don’t have to, Harry” She smiled at his sweet gesture, but she knew he had to get up early for work.

“I won’t take a no for an answer” He reached over and intertwined their hands for the very first time after checking that her coat was properly closed before facing the cold. “Come on” he smiled at her before pressing a kiss on her warm cheek.

They quietly walked side by side down the small, closed cafes. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of their heels. He was wearing heeled ankle boots and she was wearing heels.

“Aren’t those hurting yeh?” He asked as he noticed her high heels. His grip on her hand tightens, realizing how easily she could slip on the ice.

“I have to keep up with your height” Harry chuckled and threw his arm over her shoulders instantly warming her up.

“I quite enjoy a short woman” He breathed then placed a kiss on her forehead. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I plan to stay in. It’s supposed to be really cold” She leaned closer to him and wrapped an arm around him too.

“I- I have work thing tomorrow” He really didn’t want to reveal it to her. He was scared that things would change and she would suddenly change. He was scared to wake up from the wonderful dream that he was currently living.

“You mean a concert?” She asked making him stop his pace, right before crossing the road.

“You know?” He asked dumbfounded, but still wearing a small smile.

“Yes. I’ve always known” Harry smiled and shook his head. He licked his lips and grabbed her hand. He pulled it up to his lips and pressed a kiss on it.

“Would you come? Tomorrow?” Y/N nodded and they continued their walk down the streets up to her house. He didn’t want to rush things. He didn’t want to say anything that could ruin every passing second. He wanted it to last. He wanted the warm feeling that spread through him every time he was around her to last.

“Are you ever going to kiss me?” She whispered as he held her by the entrance of her apartment complex. He threw his head back and let out a rough chuckle. He looked back down at her.

“Only if you ask me nicely” Now it was her turn to laugh. He could see her icy breath floating away on the wintery breeze. Her hands were still warm against his.

“Would you please kiss me?” Harry nodded and let her hands go before connecting their cold lips instantly igniting warmth all over their bodies. Keeping each other warm from the cold winter. She reached up and cupped his face with her hands, intensifying the kiss. It was soft, delicate and more importantly, it wasn’t rushed in any way possible. Harry kissed her like he wanted to erase the memory from any previous exes that had kissed her. It felt silly to say but it was the best kiss that she had ever shared with someone, and if it wasn’t because they had to breathe, they would’ve continued kissing.

“I’ll send someone to pick you up tomorrow,” he said as their noses were still pressed together and Y/N could still smell his cologne and feel his hot breath fanning her face. “Wear something noticeable. Something eye-catching, so I can easily see you” The lights of the show could be blinding and he wanted to see her. He wanted to sing to her and show her another side of him. He wanted to show her, what he enjoyed the most doing.

Part II

#harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harrystyles #harry x you #harry x reader #harry x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n

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rqnvindr · 4 years

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birthday miracle

pairing: tendou satori x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

sypnosis: your childhood best friend, tendou can read you like a book and is full of surprises on your birthday

a.n: happy birthday to my sweet babie @honeycrisp-breeze, the one who got me into haikyuu !! thanks for always being there for me, appreciating my meme spams, and for introducing me to this series; i wouldn’t be here without you ! i hope you enjoy this scenario with your favorite miracle boy ! love you bae <333 (also she’s new to tumblr, please go follow her ! she plans on posting her acnh designs and trust me they’re AMAZING)

it’s not surprising that this had become a routine for the two of you. at least in the sense that it didn’t feel unnatural despite the tingly feeling you got from the closeness of nearly brushing shoulders, and sometimes fingertips whenever you walked him to the gym before practice. there was no filter in a conversational sense in your friendship with the boy, definitely not, with the way he could tell whatever you were thinking no matter how hard you tried to conceal your thoughts, making it pointless for you to not tell him anything.

despite possessing guessing skills beyond normal human capability though, tendou still had his fair share of traits that brought him back to earth. one of them being his lack of experience when it came to love. sure, he read manga and fanboyed over his favorite actresses but that wasn’t enough to prepare him for confrontation with the awkwardness of teenage love. you knew that much to come to the conclusion that he didn’t know about your secret crush on him. you accepted it for a while, until now. part of you wanted him to find out so that you could at least get rid of the ambiguous tension that made your stomach turn and heart race.

“hey (y/n)-chan your birthday is tomorrow isn’t it?” tendou’s voice causes you to temporarily push your thoughts to the side.

“yeah, it is.” you reply. “what, did you only just remember?” you laugh and he raises an eyebrow, chuckling. he lightly karate chops your shoulder in a repetitive motion.

“oh c’mon what kind of friend do you think i am? how could i ever forget when you always used to pester me about it when we were little?”

“satori that was a long time ago!” you smack his arm. “look at you bringing up the past to make me look bad, such a good friend you are.”

the two of you approach the doors to the gym, still bickering, drawing attention to the other third years. semi rolls his eyes, and leon just laughs knowingly.

“aw semisemi you’re just jealous that (y/n) is MY best friend and not yours!” tendou taunts his fellow teammate while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you blush at the gesture, being put in the spotlight in a positive way by the one you yearned for, being shown off by him.

“whatever, tendou practice is about to start so tell your girlfriend that you’ll see her later.” you flush even harder at the mention of the word girlfriend, daydreaming about a day where you could officially hold that title at all times and not just in a fleeting remark made my someone else other than him.

tendou turns around to face you, ruffling your hair. “i’ll see you later to-be birthday girl.” he heads off. you were used to him ruffling your hair but now the lingering feeling of him having let his hand touch you for longer than usual made your heart squeeze. you quickly brushed it off though in order to not be noticed by his teammates and head back to your dorm to get your homework done before your special day.

your eyes flutter open at the sound of your phone going off on your nightstand. your annoyance from having been woken up at midnight immediately goes away upon reading the caller id: ‘my miracle boy <3′

“(y/n)-chan!!!! happy happy birthday!” tendou’s voice rings from the other line. “come out to the field, i have something for you!”

“satori, thank you so much but, we’re gonna get in trouble!” you chide.

“c’mon, it’s your birthday! fuck school rules and let loose!”

you sigh, before getting out of bed. “fine, i’ll be right there. but if we get caught i’m blaming you.”

after changing out of your pajamas and putting your shoes on quietly, so as to not wake up your roommate, you make your way over to the field, not having to rely on any directions since it was you and his spot. however, this was the first time he had ever invited you to sneak out, causing anticipation to bubble up in your stomach.

you find tendou sitting in the middle of the grass, appearing to be holding something in his lap. he turned to you at the sound of your footsteps, grinning widely, and hides the item that was in his lap behind his back as you take a seat next to him.

“i have a surprise for you~” tendou brings out a bento box in a floral yellow wrap, singing happy birthday in that cute, excited tone that you could never get enough of. you gasp as you open it up to find an assortment of onigiri with smiley faces on them and a chocolate cupcake that he baked himself.

“satori,” you sigh happily, grabbing one of the onigiri. “you didn’t have to, oh my gosh thank you so much.” he chuckles softly as you dig into your snacks.

“how could i not make a bento box for my foodie friend’s birthday?” he playfully flicks your shoulder. “c’mon, don’t be silly (y/n)-chan~”

after going through all of the onigiri in a flash, tendou grabs a fake candle from his pocket and places it on the cupcake.

“i couldn’t bring a real lighter to school, so this fake little thing is gonna have to work as a substitute for now. make a wish~” he watches you close your eyes and clasp your hands together before blowing out the fake fire from the candle. he applauds at the end, making you giggle.

“oh satori, we’re 18 and you’re still an expert in pretend play. you’ll never grow up will you?”

“now now i’m not the one who just turned one year older today, stop making this about me!”

you continue to banter with him while eating your cupcake, even giving him a little piece as an apology for poking fun at him.

silence befalls you two after a while, and the night grows colder, causing you to snuggle up into his shoulder for warmth. you inhale a shaky, frosty breath before speaking again.

“satori,” tendou hums in response. “less than a year until we’re off to college huh?” the boy sighs pensively as he looks into the distance.

“i know. i’m still thinking about my plans since i know that i’m gonna quit volleyball after high school. i’m still unsure exactly about what i wanna do, but i know one thing for sure.”

“what’s that?” you raise an eyebrow.

your heart stops as he takes your hand and leans in closer, pressing his face against yours, breaths mingling.

“i wanna spend every moment of my future with you.” tendou whispers before pressing his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. the tender movements of his lips against yours plus the surprise gesture makes you dizzy and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, to feel him, to ensure that this isn’t a dream and that your crush for as long as you can remember was actually kissing you.

the contact is brief, but your foreheads remain pressed together after breaking the kiss, breaths mingling from the ministrations.

“satori,” you breathe out. “i-i,” he hushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

“i know you like me and i like you too. i’ve known all along. i just wanted to make my confession special so i waited until your birthday.”

you gape at him. “y-you knew?”

“(y/n)-chan we’ve been friends since elementary school, i, the guess monster can definitely read you like a book. and i also know exactly what to do to catch you off guard.” he smirks.

still taken aback, you hug him tightly with a smile, and he kisses your forehead as he holds you in his arms.

“well, what a way to surprise me and make my wish come true, my birthday miracle boy.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu soft hours #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #tendou satori #tendou fluff #tendou imagines #tendou scenarios #tendou x reader #tendou soft hours #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader

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staruplatinum · 4 years

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Wicked Game

summary: reader gets cheated on by Prosciutto :c

wordcount: 1029

warnings: angst, cheating, brief depictions of sex (so, nsfw.)

this is part of a trade I did with the lovely @moody-bloosh because us bitches love angst :D, enjoy.

also available on AO3

With Prosciutto’s job, you expected him to be out often. You knew his line of work, being in the mafia, was bound to lead to some interruptions into your relationship sooner or later. While he was the most loyal member in possible all of La Squadra, nothing could have prepared you for what you saw…

It was late. 2am to be precise. It was pouring rain, fitting for your new found emotions. You waited by the apartment door, hoping, praying, that your fiance would open the door. Maybe he’d have another injury, maybe he’d have some good news - like him being able to have a day off finally. You sighed at the thought. You knew it wasn't true. However, you were fed up. As much as you loved your soon-to-be Husband, you couldn’t take the torture of waiting around for him, night after night. It was taking a toll on your mental and physical health.

Taking a deep breath, you slung over your fur coat over your pajamas, and slipped on a pair of slides before heading out. You made sure not to wear any jewelry, or anything expensive because Prosciutto always warned you of the mafioso that would rip the jewelry right off of your neck. Your eyes were black from lack of sleep, as dark circles and bloodshot scleroses were apparent.

Using your own intuition, you knew that Prosciutto had gone to the strip club many times before. Usually, he would go with a few other members of La Squadra, like Pesci, in which he’d argue : “the boy needs to lose his virginity at some point!” So really, it was no surprise when you walked into the busy strip club on this rainy night in Naples, to see your fiance there.

The club was busy as could be. Typical for a Friday night. You skimmed the area before a body guard asked you for ID. shit. You forgot your wallet. You should have at least brought ID, after all, the club was mafia owned. They wouldn’t trust an outsider like you to come in.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I’m just looking for my husband. His name is Prosciutto.” You stated, crossing your arms to try and keep yourself warm from the soft breeze outside. Instantly the man gulped. Without asking you any more questions he let you inside. He would rather let you find out for yourself, he couldn’t find it in himself to tell you that your “husband” was currently cheating on you with a high-end prostitute from the club.

“He’s in the room that’s at the end over there, by the bar.” the guard replied.

You followed his orders, trying to avoid being seen, though it was hard since you stuck out like a sore thumb. For starters, you were the only other woman in the club who wasn’t a stripper or a hooker, and you were dressed in a long fur coat. Many mafioso men shot you daring glares, though you really felt like there wasn’t much for them to look at - considering you had no makeup on.

By the time you got to the back part of the club, where the guard had shown you, you felt your stomach drop. A couple of strippers walked out with a few drunken Mafioso men, laughing as they counted their euros that they just received, presumably from sex.

Silly you. Thinking the back room was going to be for “business meetings” for Passione.

You slipped into one of the rooms only to see none other than your beloved fucking one of the high-end prostitutes from behind. His hair was sweaty and disheveled, his suit was completely off, save for his slacks which pooled down around his ankles. The prostitute was moaning like crazy as he grabbed her hair to pull her back, laughing and asking her if she was “enjoying this”.

Covering your mouth, you felt like you were going to vomit. It took you a minute to speak, but eventually you couldn’t take it anymore.

“So. This is why you haven’t been home.”

Prosciutto froze.

There was no way that was you! He told you he’d be home soon! (only that was 4 hours ago…)

The Prostitute huffed for a moment, wondering why Prosciutto stopped. Only when she looked behind to see you crying did she mutter a soft; “oh fuck..”

Prosciutto pulled out and quickly did up his pants, fumbling with the belt a bit before running to you.

“Tesorina, I promise it isn’t what it looks like!I-I’m drunk!”

“You think that’s an excuse?” You asked, closing your eyes as you let the tears fall from your face. Prosciutto held your face in his hand trying to comfort you, but you slapped away his arm.

You grabbed the engagement ring he had got for you and gave it back to him by tossing it on the ground.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me. Every night I wait up for you. I have nightmares that you won’t come home, and that you’re- you’re dead! “ You practically screamed.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down Bella, don’t raise attention I-”

“No. I don’t care Prosciutto. We’re over. I hope you’re happy.” you spat, running out of the club as fast as you could.

Prosciutto picked up the ring, a small tear running down his face. His drunken antics made him lose the best thing that was important to him.

“One mistake….” he thought “I’ve ruined everything…”

By the time you came home, you couldn’t find it in yourself to do anything but hide under the bed covers and cry. The next few days would be the worst. Prosciutto was persistent man, and you knew he wouldn’t let you go that easy. But how could you forgive him? how could you forgive a man that threw your entire future away just for a one night stand? and who knows how often he’s done it...

tears spilled from your face as you saw the picture frame by the bedside.. you and Prosciutto, laughing happily in the picture..

you pulled the blankets over your head and cried yourself to sleep, wishing that this was all just an awful dream.

#Prosciutto #Prosciutto x Reader #not sfw #angst #cheating #La Squadra #my writing #wicked game

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ragewerthers · 4 years

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Lost Keys

Summary: Kuroo can’t seem to find his keys, but he has a sneaking suspicion that he knows someone who can help find them. However, they may need a little persuading.

A/n: This is a fic for my friend @ticklygiggles!!! She sent me the prompt:

‘Hello DEAR FRIEND, could I request 15. “I know you’re hiding my ____, and I know where.” with 'keys' and with KuroDai if possible? Many thaaaanks ‘

And it was so cute I instantly knew what I wanted to write for it! I hope that you enjoy it, my friend!!! :D It was a blast to write these two for you!

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22208185

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 2591

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“Damn it… I know they’re here somewhere,” Kuroo mumbled under his breath, going through the same pile of papers he’d just been grading as he looked for his apartment keys. He was already running a little behind schedule for a faculty meeting and Daichi was going to be gone later in the day for his own teaching classes so he’d have to have them to get back into their apartment later on tonight. Sadly it seemed that the keys were nowhere to be found regardless of how long he’d been looking.

He swore he had left them on this desk, but so far he had searched almost every inch of his and Daichi’s apartment looking for the damn things! He had checked all the odd places they’d been found before.

The refrigerator in the kitchen.

The sofa cushions in the living room.

Hell he’d even snuck back into their bedroom where Daichi was still sleeping and checked all around their bed in case they had simply dropped out of his pocket when they undressed for bed!

Yet still they remained lost in the mist.

He had retreated back to the office for one more look, refusing to sound the alarm for help just yet. The last thing he wanted to do was alert Daichi to the fact that he had once again lost his keys. It was literally an everyday occurrence though he always promised Daichi that he knew where they were.

Obviously he didn’t.

It was generally dumb luck that led him to finding them over and over again, but apparently today his luck had finally run out.

“Missing something, Kuroo?” a deep voice rumbled from the hallway outside the room they used as their office. It sounded smug. Annoyingly smug.

Turning he saw that yes… Daichi definitely had a smug look on his far too handsome features this early morning and oh how it irked him. Honestly, how could a man with messy bed head, rumpled pajamas and morning stubble look so smug and cute at once?!

Absolutely unfair and uncalled for.

Putting on his most relaxed smile, Kuroo waved a dismissive hand. “Of course not! I’m a responsible 30 year old who knows exactly where they are. I’m just… making sure I have everything for the meeting,” he said with a flippant aire as he tried to sneakily let his eyes rove around the room in search of the shiny cat charm that was attached to his missing keys.

“Mmhmm. And that’s why I’ve heard you rustling around in here for the last… oh... twenty minutes?” Daichi asked, leaning against the door frame as his arms came up to cross over his broad chest. God, Daichi looked so sleep soft and cozy Kuroo just wanted to take him back to bed and forget this whole morning meeting nonsense.

Sadly, there was no getting out of this particular meeting and if he tried to talk Daichi into letting him stay longer the man would definitely figure out that he had lost his keys somewhere.

“That’s exactly why you’ve heard me rustling around, Sa’amura,” he murmured softly, hoping to distract the man with that particular nickname. “You know how prepared I like to be.”

“A prepared person would take the time to hang his keys on the key rack by the front door. The one that I put there specifically so that you would stop having this problem,” Daichi pointed out, giving a little shake of his head, completely immune to Kuroo’s teasing this morning. “Why can’t you just admit that I was right that you have a horrible habit of misplacing things and then let me help you? Is that so hard… kitten?”

Oh that smug bastard!

Kuroo’s cheeks instantly flushed up as he heard that endearment, swallowing a little thickly at the way Daichi had pitched his voice lower and smiled all the more smugly.

However… there was something about that smile that had been plastered on his partners lips all morning that was starting to send little red flags to his brain.

Why was Daichi so confident that his keys were misplaced? Kuroo literally could’ve sworn he’d placed them on the desk right before bed last night so that he knew where to find them.

And why was Daichi so keen on him admitting that he was wrong? So that he would be forced to use that silly looking key rack?

Never.

No. Something told him that he hadn’t been the one to misplace his keys.

Something told him that someone else had taken his keys.

“Kuroo? Kuroo why are you looking at me like that?” Daichi asked, his teasing expression morphing into one of slight concern as he moved away from the door frame.

Narrowing his eyes Kuroo’s own smile grew and he took a step forward.

“I know you’re hiding my keys, Daichi,” he purred, watching as the shorter man’s eyes widened a bit. “And I know where.”

“Kuroo? Kuroo you can’t seriously thin-AH!”

In a flash, Kuroo took off toward Daichi, but the man still had the quick reflexes from his sports days and dashed off back down the hall toward the living room. Trying desperately to get away from a cat in hot pursuit.

“Are you crazy?! I don’t have your keys!” Daichi cried out, cutting to the right to duck into their kitchen and put the table between them.

“Then why are you running from me, sweetheart?” Kuroo called after him, standing on the other side of the table and smiling dangerously at his husband. “It’s obviously because you have them on you, dearest. And why I can’t seem to find them this morning even though I know I put them on my desk last night. Now… come where and give me my keys or you are going to be one very sorry little crow!”

With that last little warning, he tore off around the side of the table, Daichi crying out as he tried to get to the sofa and get another piece of furniture between them.

“Who are you calling little?! Leave me alone, Kuroo! I don’t have your damn ke-NO!”

Just as Daichi was rounding the corner of the sofa, he felt himself instantly being tackled down into the cushions. He tried… he really, really did try to wriggle his way free, but Kuroo still had a decent amount of height and an absurd amount of momentum going for him. So it was only a matter of minutes before Daich was pinned down on their small couch, wrists pinned under his partners knees and looking even more rumpled from the mini wrestling match.

Honestly, it was a bit distracting at the moment with Daichi’s shirt riding up slightly to show off some of his tum, his breathing just a little heavier and his cheeks rosy. But Kuroo couldn’t get distracted now! He had a husband to punish!

“Like I said, Dai… if you didn’t have my keys you wouldn’t have run from me. You obviously are hiding them on you,” he said matter-of-factly.

Daichi rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he tried to pull his arms free of their trapped position under Kuroo’s knees. “You’re insane! I’m in pajamas! Where in the hell would I be hiding them?!” he argued and really, he had a good point.

Kuroo narrowed his eyes and refused to give up so easily. “Fine. Perhaps you don’t have them on you, but… I think you do know where they are. And I have ways of making you talk, Sa’amura,” he murmured, moving his fingertips against the sides of Daichi’s exposed tum.

Daichi instantly stilled, his eyes going wide as he shook his head.

“Kuroo… Kuroo listen to me. I have absolutely no ide-hehehahaha!” he tried to plead before breaking out into desperate giggles.

Kuroo couldn’t help smiling as he watched his husband already dissolving into a giggle fit, simply because he was fluttering his fingers gently against the man’s ticklish stomach. Oh he had loved finding out this little tidbit of information about his lover years ago and he had used it to his advantage many times.

Today would be no different.

“You know how to get this to stop, Daichi. Just tell me where my keys are and I won’t have to do this,” he cooed, letting his fingers scribble faster and closer, right to the center of the poor man’s stomach.

Daichi instantly arched up at the contact before laughing harder and trying to buck Kuroo off him.

“I… I dohohon’t know! I don’t know, Kuroohohoho! Plehehehase!” Daichi cackled, his neck already flushing up from Kuroo going after one of his worst spots. “Stahp! Stop ihihihit!”

Kuroo couldn’t help chuckling at his poor partner, basking in his adorable laughter as he continued to skitter his fingers all over his tum. It was definitely a lovely stomach to be sure and Kuroo always found himself drawn to it. For kisses, for soft touches and especially for tickles. However, there were also other lovely spots that could get equally wonderful reactions from the man. Seeing as he wasn’t keen to come clean about stealing his keys just yet, Kuroo decided to move on to some of those spots.

Moving his hands up he began to massage deep circles against Daichi’s lowest ribs, vibrating right underneath of them and the laughter instantly went wilder. Daichi’s legs kicked out behind him and if he hadn’t been prepared he definitely would’ve been throw off by the sudden increase in his partners squriming.

“N-not thahat! Not that, Tehehehetsu-ahahahagahahad!” Daichi was positively cackling now as he felt the horrible, nimble fingers hitting that particular spot. It always made him want to crawl out of his skin as the ticklish shocks felt like little zips of electricity running through his body.

“Give me what I want and I’ll stop, Daichi. I told you this. You just have to tell me where my keys are,” Kuroo cooed softly, his fingers slowly tickling higher and higher up Daichi’s ribs. Making sure to caress and wriggle into every dip the wanted the man to remember just how ticklish he was and who he was messing with.

With each press of Kuroos’ fingers against his poor ribs, Daichi could only squeak out little pleas of cries of laughter… until Kuroo decided to go in for the kill.

“Alright. Dai… you asked for this. I tried to play nice, but… you only have your own stubbornness to blame,” Kuroo said with a mock sigh of sympathy, pausing for a moment to let his words sink in.

As the tickling stopped, Daichi tried to catch his breath, intermittent giggles still escaping as he tried to figure out what his husband meant.

And then he felt it.

The soft press of Kuroo’s finger right against the centers of his armpits.

Daichi instantly started to thrash and fight his way to freedom.

“I don’t have them! I don’t have your keys! I don’t know where they are! I don’t, I don’t, I do-HAHAHAHGAHAHAD! NOT THE-HEHEHAHAHA!”

If Daichi was laughing before he was positively howling now. Kuroo wasted no time in listening to his lies. His fingers wriggled mercilessly against Daichi’s hypersensitive underarms, the poor former Captain going absolutely wild at the sensation.

He bucked, he kicked, he snorted and squeaked, but nothing would stop Kuroo from getting what he wanted.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! MERCHEHEHEY! MERCHEY KUROOHO-AHAHA!” Daichi begged, tears of laughter already escaping him as he tried to squeeze his arms closer to his sides to stop the attack, but he seemed incapable of saving himself. Kuroo knew just to move his fingers in the most maddening way to get him to go wild. His entire body felt like it was under attack, the ticklish sensations blocking out everything else as Kuroo scribbled his fingers quickly right into the center of his sensitive hollows.

Sadly, Kuroo must’ve hit just the right spot because as he let his fingers tweak just below his underarms, Daichi twitched so violently that he sent them both falling over the side of the sofa into a tangled heap on the floor.

It all happened so quickly that it took Kuroo a moment to realize just where he was, laying on the floor between the coffee table and the sofa, a panting, shaking and giggling Daichi laying over top of him.

“Oh my god, Daichi… Daichi are you okay, sweetheart?” Kuroo asked instantly, realizing that maybe… maybe he had gone a bit too far. He soothed his hand along Daichi’s back, the man squirming from being far too sensitive and as soft whine escaping him.

“Do-don’t tihihickle me… plehehease… I… I don’t know… where… where your kehehey’s are,” he giggled breathlessly, shifting his head slightly on Kuroo’s chest to look up at him with a flushed and tired expression, though a giggle induced smile still stayed on his lips.

Kuroo’s heart positively clenched at the sight and he brought his other hand up to cup his husbands rosy cheek, leaning up a bit to kiss his forehead. “Okay, love. Okay. I believe you. No more tickles,” he chuckled, watching as Daichi nodded and closed his eyes, settling back on Kuroo’s chest and trying to catch his breath.

As Daichi continued to calm from his attack, Kuroo continued the gentle soothing to his back, soon feeling Daichi’s breathing relax. He couldn’t help smiling a bit at how adorable Daichi had been when he’d been laughing like that, but his thoughts on that were momentarily lost as something caught his eyes under the sofa.

Turning his head he gasped as he caught sight of a silver cat charm attached to his keys.

They must’ve fallen out of the sofa when he searched the cushions earlier and landed on the floor!

Which meant… that he had literally almost tickled his partner to insanity for nothing.

Kuroo felt his face instantly heat up with shame and worry as he realized that this… this was not going to be easy to explain away.

“Oh… uh… look, Daichi! It… um… my keys were… under the sofa the whole time. Isn’t that funny?” he asked nervously, pausing a moment and feeling his tension grow as no answer was forthcoming.

“Daichi? Dai? Sawamura? Are… are you upset? I… I swear I didn’t know! I honestly thought you had them! I…,”

But his words were cut off by the soft snuffling sound coming from his husband.

Taking a moment to let the shame and fear ebb, Kuroo allowed himself to pay attention to the man still nestled against his chest and realized…

Daichi had fallen asleep.

Kuroo blinked owlishly a few times, but as he glanced down he realized that it was true. Daichi had literally nodded off on him after the intense tickles he’d gotten so early in the morning. The poor man’s cheeks were still flushed from laughter, his mouth slightly agape as he nuzzled against Kurro’s shirt and snuggled closer to him.

“Oh, Daichi,” Kuroo whispered softly, a warm, soft smile making its way onto his lips as he brought a hand up to soothe through his husbands short hair.

Glancing at the clock on the wall he realized that there was no absolutely no way he was making that faculty meeting. And honestly, he would be willing to miss ten of those meetings if it meant staying where he was to let Daichi get some much deserved rest.

He was definitely going to have to make it up to the poor man.

Perhaps… he’d start by using the key rack.

#kurodai #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #haikyuu #my fics #tickle fic #they're married in this one!#I just love them so much!#They are just too adorable!

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bluejaybabbles-archive · 4 years

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IS IT TOO GAY OF ME TO ASK FOR ALL THREE MIDWEST MONSTERS WIP CHARACTESR FOR THE SOFT MEME... i just love them DEARLY

IT IS EXACTLY THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF GAY TO ASK FOR ALL THREE OF THEM MAX

Putting this under a cut bc it got a bit lengthy!

Let’s go in alphabetical order! First up, Antonia Figueroa!

what they smell like

I haven’t thought about this much, but definitely something soft...like fresh laundry, or something floral! She tries to seem aloof and standoffish, but she’s really just. So soft, if you gain her trust, so I think her scent would reflect that!

what their favorite smells in the world are

Vanilla!! She has far too many vanilla candles. She also loves the smell of the ocean breeze. The last time she went to Puerto Rico, she used her magic to bottle the ocean breeze, and when she’s stressed, she opens the bottle and just sits in the scent for a while.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in

Big t-shirts! She has a collection of graphic tees just for sleeping in. A lot of them have the Pepsi logo on them ajsdbsdufh and some of them are just like. You know those tacky shirts with the animals printed on them?? These ones:

[id: a grey t-shirt with images of a bald eagle, a mountain lion, a wolf, and a moose on it.]

Yeah.

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

okay this one’s gonna be a little hard bc Toni, Javi, and Avery are all in a polyamorous triad so OBVIOUSLY I ship them all together but also! I definitely ship Antonia with Triss, a monster hunter from the Summer Court!! I can’t decide if it’s a casual thing or if Antonia is just also in a serious relationship with Triss, but Triss is over at Toni’s place all the time. Triss takes a big interest in Toni’s witchcraft and asks lots of questions, and she definitely curls up on her couch and reads spell books while Toni’s mixing potions or smth!

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

Antonia and Javi!! Like yeah they’re partners but a) they don’t start off as partners, and b) YOU SHOULD BE FRIENDS WITH YOUR PARTNERS!! They’re the kind of friends that bounce snarky fake-insults off each other and then just end up cuddling on the floor and playing with each other’s hair. They’d also definitely bond over their experiences in being Puerto Rican out in the Land of Corn and Ghosts and Corn Ghosts

a song that reminds me of them

Wild Roses by Of Monsters and Men! Specifically this part Gets Me:

Down by the creek, I couldn’t sleep, so I followed a feelin’

Sounds like the vines, they are breathing

(Oh it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds, oh)

And I’ve seen the way the seasons change when I just give it time

But I feel out of my mind all the time

In the night I am wild-eyed, and you got me now

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal

She would ABSOLUTELY be a cat. 100% a grumpy cat who reveals her True Soft Nature around maybe one or two people. She says “mother I crave violence” but what she really craves is a good snuggle session

what position they sleep in

She starts off on her back, but she’s a restless sleeper, so she usually ends up on her side by the end of the night! She definitely starfishes, though, which becomes a little bit of a problem when she, Javi, and Avery start sleeping in the same bed aifhsidgh

their favorite drink

PEPSI!! She’s specifically a big fan of wild cherry pepsi, but regular pepsi also works. At any given time she’s probably wearing some sort of pepsi memorabilia.

a gift i would give them if i could

Spell ingredients! Dried plants from my yard! A ticket to PR! also this:

[id: a white shirt with the word Pepsi across the chest in blue. Beneath the word Pepsi is the Pepsi logo, a red, white, and blue circle. The shirt also has several Pepsi logos down the sleeves.]

Next up we have Avery!

what they smell like

Avery smells earthy and like. Fresh?? Crisp?? At the same time?? Kind of like a winter morning in the woods! Y’know that smell of “things are still alive here, the cold is just keeping them dormant”? That!!

what their favorite smells in the world are

His senses were enhanced during his time in the Court of the Moon, so he has some OPINIONS about smells ajfhsdiufhud that said! He LOVES fruity smells, specifically citrus scents! He’s also a big fan of the smell of fresh baked goods, whether that be bread or cookies or brownies!

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in

So Avery sleeps nude and keeps clothes next to the bed so he can put them on really quick if he needs to, HOWEVER! Javi eventually compiles a collection of lounge wear for him! (”Come on, you can’t just be in going-out clothes and armor all the time! Isn’t that uncomfortable?” “If I get uncomfortable I just get naked.” “I’m going out and buying you clothes right now.”) It’s honestly wild to see someone who wears mostly blacks and greys standing around his house in baby blue pajama pants with raccoons on them, or in a sheer green sleep shirt that says “Sunday is for snuggling”

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

Okay so here I’m gonna focus on him and Antonia because holy WOW they’re so sweet, like!! Antonia feels like she can be herself around him, which is so rare. She’s his main supplier for spells and things since she knows the way he works, but also he says he goes to her because she ��casts her spells/brews her potions with love” and that “makes them all the more effective.” He definitely comes to her place if a hunt goes wrong and she does the whole “patches you up while affectionately calling you an idiot” thing

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

Avery and Triss!! Triss is the first person Avery really opened up to after being released from the Court of the Moon. Even though the Celestial Courts are...different from the others, he felt that another monster hunter would be the one to understand him most. She helps him open up to more people, and shows him the beauty of the world. I imagine she gathers bouquets of wildflowers and “weeds” and brings them to him sometimes!!

a song that reminds me of them

Some Kind of Disaster by All Time Low! Especially these parts:

I woke up from a never-ending dream

I shut my eyes at 17

I lost every moment in between

I felt the sun rise up and swallow me, yeah

and

I crashed down from a high that felt so real

I never knew how much it would hurt to feel

You gotta hurt sometimes to learn to heal

You gotta get back up and learn to deal, yeah

AND

And it’s all my fault that I’m still the one you want

So what are you after?

Some kind of disaster (Some kind of disaster)

Fuck I gotta. I gotta go listen to this song now. I’m having Feelings

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal

Y’know, I was gonna be tacky and say a wolf, but now that I’m thinking about it...he’d be a coyote. Adaptable, can be a loner or in a pack, tend to be crepuscular when around humans, some people are very adamant about how they should be shot on sight.....

what position they sleep in

If he’s sleeping alone, he’ll sleep on his side, but if he’s sleeping with other people, he sleeps on his back so they can curl up on his chest!

their favorite drink

Water. Like, actually, he really loves ice water. Sometimes he’ll get frisky and drink *gasp* flavored water!

a gift i would give them if i could

A weighted blanket! Like, I know you have to be able to jump right up and get to work if duty calls or whatever, but can you please get one night of deep sleep?? And a hug. Someone hug this man

Last but CERTAINLY not least, Javi Justiniano!

what they smell like

Fresh rain on dirt, crushed rosemary, and fresh cut wood!

what their favorite smells in the world are

They absolutely ADORE the smell of peppermint! They’re also a big fan of pumpkin spice candles. It really is a shame they love seasonal scents so much sdifuhdiu I imagine they try to stock up as much as they can to last them through the year

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in

Okay so Javi is EXTREMELY tacky and will wear like. A sheer nightgown and silly patterned pants as pajamas. So a combination like this:

[id: a pale person with long, dark hair wearing a sheer and lacy white nightgown]

[id: a pair of black pajama pants with a red waistband and a red pocket. The pants are decorated with images of various red lobsters and the words “Pinch Me...I’m Dreaming”]

If anyone asks them about it they just shrug and say “I’m nonbinary, it’s allowed”

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

Here, I’m gonna talk about Javi and Avery because Holy Shit I Love Them. Javi is EXTREMELY chaotic and Avery rolls his eyes about it but secretly adores everything about them. Like. Javi canonically drunk calls Avery and asks him to carry them to bed because they don’t think they can make it up the stairs and Avery actually does it. And when Avery’s about to leave, Javi asks him to stay until they fall asleep, and he stays until morning, and hold on I gotta sit down--

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them

So I’ve already talked about how Javi and Toni’s friendship is AMAZING but I wanna give a shout out to Javi’s as of yet unnamed roommates! Like, they have to deal with the random monsters that Javi attracts and at this point they’re pretty unfazed by them. They walk into the kitchen and see a weird floating eyeball with wings or some shit and Javi’s like “I’m sorry it was there when I woke up” and they go “It happens. Does it like peaches bc ours are about to go bad”

a song that reminds me of them

3am by Halsey! Specifically this part:

My self-preservation and all of my reservations

Are sittin’ and contemplating what to do with me, do with me

Think I took it way too far

And I’m stumblin’ drunk, getting in a car

My insecurities are hurtin’ me

Someone please come and flirt with me

I really need a mirror that’ll come along and tell me that I’m fine

I do it every time

I keep on hanging on the line, ignoring every warning sign

Come on and make me feel alright again

Baby. Has some abandonment issues. It’s probably fine.

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal

DEFINITELY a dog. Like, a big, sweet, clingy dog whose adoption profile labels them as “Thinks they’re a lap dog, so they need to be taught not to fall asleep on top of you. Unless that’s something you want!”

what position they sleep in

On their tummy or their side! They don’t like going to sleep alone, so they have a couple people-sized stuffed animals to snuggle in bed. When Antonia, Javi, and Avery are all asleep in the same bed, Javi’s in the middle, curled up on Avery’s chest, and Toni is spooning Javi. It’s so good

their favorite drink

An iced mocha with peppermint syrup and LOTS of whipped cream! Most drinks are honestly just a vessel for whipped cream for them

a gift i would give them if i could

A big house with a nice backyard, and also a big dog to snuggle when they have to go to sleep alone! I’m totally not projecting!

THANK YOU AGAIN MAX, this was a lot of fun and I’m even more excited to write about these characters now!!

#goosemixtapes #ask games #this was so much fun akfuhsdfiushdf #midwest monster hunting wip #i should start using character tags again tbh #antonia figueroa #avery #javi justiniano #side note i nearly titled avery's section as #avery nolastname #anyway thanks max ily ily ily #like thunder below

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