#kookaburra x reader

[lycheeemolala]

Does anyone know any non-smut (preferably angst) Jungkook x reader fics that remind them of/fit the song "How About Now (Freestyle)" by Bryson Tiller?

[namranii]

Hello!! Do you post TF2? If you do then can you do Sniper x Male!Reader please?/nf /lh

-✨💫

no. im kidding of course i can write for the silly!!

SNIPER WITH A MALE READER 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

doesn’t realize he has a huge crush on you untill he goes “yn would make a good boyfriend..wait-“

gives you his hat and likes to see you wear it.

takes you out on a roadtrip and possibly camping, there would be some stargazing.

doesn’t know what gay means. he just likes men, specifically you. he doesn’t know that its a thing.

asks scout for relationship advice, regrets it.

has his own bird, and keeps him in his van so only he and sometimes you can see it. i feel like he would either have a rosella or a laughing kookaburra.

way more clingy than he looks, hes just to embarrassed to cuddle in public. but when in private hes all over you.

teaches you how to play the saxophone 🎷

his biggest insecurity would be his crooked smile, and its up to you to comfort him and tell him hes gorgeous!!

has 0 fucking spice tolerance. like this man can not eat anything with peppers or pepper powder without choking.

since tf2 canonically takes place in the 60s/70s, you’re probably going to have to hide your relationship.

loves sunglasses. he collects them and lets you borrow them.

a silly nerd, especially when it comes to anything nature related or gun range related. please listen to him.

[harley-sunday]

Feels Like Home [01]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2.7k

AN: Yes. Hi. Hello. Believe it or not but I started writing this fic because I desperately needed some good guy!Daniel being cute with kids in my life. The idea was just a short one shot. Ha. Who was I kidding? Because here we are, six months and nine chapters later... I really hope you like it, please come yell at me in the comments, on anon, or in my DMs about any and all things about this story you want to yell at me about. I probably deserve it. ♥

Masterlist

There’s something about being here, on his farm outside of Perth, that he doesn’t experience anywhere else in the world. Not in Monaco, not in Los Angeles, not even in Austin, or Montana. 

Because here- Here, he doesn’t have to be Daniel Ricciardo, Danny Ric, DR, or the Honey Badger. He doesn’t have to be a Formula One driver, an eight-time race winner, the most beloved driver on the grid, and the fan favourite. He doesn’t have to be Red Bull’s wild card, Renault’s saviour, or, most recently, McLaren’s scapegoat. Here, he is Daniel. And it’s enough. 

Or, at least, it used to be.

Lately, there's been a yearning in his heart that he's unfamiliar with. Or he pretends to be anyway because he’s not ready to put it into words yet, not ready to speak into existence what he really wants from life. Afraid he'll jinx it if he does. 

And so he keeps it to himself and lets his heart ache for something more in silence while the life he does know slowly keeps on falling apart around him.

***

Daniel rests his wrists on the handlebar of his dirt bike and lets out a breath he seems to have been holding in ever since he retired on lap forty-five of the Monza Grand Prix four days ago. Looking out over the valley below, he feels more grounded than he has in a long time and he hopes that the next two weeks will give him the peace he so desperately needs after the shitshow that has been his season so far. 

The sun’s already low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the somewhat still barren trees and shrubs even though he can tell winter is slowly coming to an end from the sprouts of green that have started to grace the landscape with their presence. There’s a kookaburra laughing somewhere in the distance and he takes it as his cue to fire up his engine again for one last run around his dirt track before it gets too dark. 

He knows technically he isn’t supposed to ride his bike during the season, knows technically McLaren could issue him a hefty fine for breaching his contract, but if they ever were to find out he figures they can just take it out of the settlement they’re due to pay him at the end of the year. He’s promised Zak he’ll do whatever it takes to score as many points as possible in the last six races but he also decided early on that he’s no longer going to let the team dictate what he can or cannot do in his time away from the track. 

There’s a meeting tomorrow, with Blake and Michael, where they’ll try to figure out his future in Formula One. There have been a few offers, both from teams who want him as their second driver and from teams who want him to become their reserve driver, but he’s still undecided, not sure if he wants to settle for another midfield team or stay in Formula One without really being in Formula One. 

By the time he completes his lap his head is somewhat empty, too busy instead to focus on keeping his bike under control and not ending up in the dirt. It’s almost dark now and so he opens the throttle wide and guns it home, a race against an invisible clock that, unlike this past season in Formula One, he wins every single time.

Once his bike is safely back in the shed he makes his way over to the house, hosing his boots down before he takes them off at the back door and leaves them to dry on the shoe rack his Dad made for him when he bought the farm. He changes out of his gear in the mud room, making a face when he takes his socks off and catches a whiff of the smell but laughing then because he remembers them smelling so much worse after a race in, oh let’s say, Singapore. With nothing but his boxer shorts on he steps into the kitchen and heads straight for the fridge, taking out an ice cold bottle of water. The sigh of relief when he rolls it against the back of his neck almost obscene. It might be winter but temperatures in western Australia are still as high as a beautiful spring day in Monaco.

It’s then the intercom rings and for a moment he debates ignoring it, not sure if he’s up for telling yet another local journo looking to make it big by trying to get an interview with ‘shunned McLaren driver Daniel Ricciardo’ that now really isn’t a good time  and that any requests for interviews should be made through Blake anyway.  

Plus, he gave his family and friends the access code to the gate when it was first installed, so he doubts any of them are waiting for him to open it, not in the least because they know better than to just show up without a text or call in advance.  

In the end, his curiosity gets the better of him and so he walks over to where the control panel of his alarm system hangs in the living room and pushes the button needed to connect to whoever’s at the gate, “Hello?”

“Hi,” the screen comes on then, the black and white image showing a woman wearing a Stetson hat. She’s staring somewhere into the distance, her face obscured by the shadows the brim of her hat casts under the streetlight, but her voice comes through loud and clear, “Sorry to bother you this late-”

“It’s seven thirty,” he shoots back almost effortlessly.

“-but I wondered if I could maybe ask you to keep it down with the dirt biking a little?” 

“I’m sorry, what?”

She looks up and into the camera then, pushing her hat a little higher so he can finally see her eyes, “It’s just- We’ve got a flock of alpacas over in Eagle's Nest and they tend to get a little jittery from all the noise. Especially when they try to settle in for the night and-”

“I’m sorry,“ he can’t help but grin, running a hand through his hair, “but I’m going to need a little more context here.”

She laughs and he thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard and so he’s a little distracted but then he sees her taking her hat off, revealing her face and- Fuck. She’s gorgeous. He watches her as she shakes her head, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips, “Shit, sorry. I probably should have given you a bit more to go on.” Putting her hat back on she straightens up and points to somewhere over her shoulder, “Your neighbour on that side, Oscar Linton? He’s my granddad. I think you know him, right?”

“Old man Linton!” He smiles and nods, “Of course I do.” When he first bought the farm he made sure to introduce himself to his neighbours and while he likes to think he has a good relationship with all three of them he’s always had a soft spot for the elderly man further up the road. So much so that he always makes sure to drop by for a chat whenever he finds himself back in Perth. It’s then he connects the dots and recognises her from some of the pictures Oscar has up in his living room. All of a sudden he feels guilty for not going to see his neighbour yet even though he has been home for two days already but maybe he can do that tomorrow or-

“He fell a few days ago-” her voice pulls him out of his thoughts unintentionally and his guilt triples in a matter of seconds. There’s a sad smile tugging on her lips which makes him prepare for the worst. 

Surely they would have let him know if- He remembers the pile of unopened letters waiting for him on the kitchen counter then and curses quietly, “Shit.”

“He’s ok,” she’s quick to reassure him, as if she knows what he was thinking. “He spent a couple of nights in hospital and still has a long way to go but at least he’s home again.” She takes a deep breath, “They had to replace his hip and he’s got a broken wrist but,” she shrugs, “it could have been worse.” 

It’s then the absurdity of the situation hits him, with him in his boxers in his living room and her on the other end of his kilometre-long driveway, talking into a metallic box. He shakes his head and pushes the button that opens the gate automatically, “I think maybe we shouldn’t have this conversation over an intercom. I could make you a cup of coffee if you want? Or something stronger? I make a mean-”

She bites her lip and seems to hesitate.

“Just a quick cuppa. It’s the neighbourly thing to do, right?”

He sees her nod, “Yeah, ok.”

He can’t help the grin that spreads across his face, “Happy days.” 

***

The house is not at all how you expect it to be, much more modern and open-planned than any of the other farm houses in the area. The west-facing wall has been completely redone in glass panels, offering a stunning view of the valley and surrounding paddocks and you can’t help but admire the interior design of both the kitchen and the living room, which is masculine but still inviting. You wonder if he decorated the place himself or if he hired some interior designer to do it for him.

“Here you go,” Daniel, who told you ‘You can call me Dan’ when he greeted you at the door with a bright smile and an outstretched hand- offers you a cup of steaming hot coffee and motions for you to join him at the kitchen table. He’s wearing white sweatpants and a matching white sweater that look incredibly comfy and that make you want to wrap yourself around him and hang onto him like a koala bear. Wait. What? 

You take your hat off to try and keep from ogling him, placing  it on the chair next to you before you sit down and smile at him, “You know, all these years I thought you were called Danny Ric because that’s what Granddad keeps calling you. I’m not sure I can get used to Daniel.” 

Daniel laughs, the laughter lines in the corners of his eyes even more prominent now, “Trust the old man to keep that gag going.” He shakes his head then, “I can’t believe he fell though.”

“Yeah,” you agree quietly, blowing into your coffee. “We’re lucky Mrs Mackenzie found him when she did or-” You let out a ragged breath and see him nod, his eyes kind, and it makes you continue, “His hip was completely shattered and his wrist is broken in three places so it’s going to take a while before he’s up and running again- I mean, if his new hip ever heals completely- He’s already seventy-eight so-” You hear yourself starting to ramble and so you fold your hands around your cup and try to calm down a little. You’re not even sure why you’re even telling him all of this, but he’s a friend of your granddad and so you figure he’s good people. “Mum and Dad wanted to come back from New Zealand to help out but-” you look up at Daniel and shrug, “I spent a lot of time on the farm as a kid, right until I left for uni, so it made much more sense for me to move in with him for the time being.” 

“That’s a pretty big thing to do,” Daniel says with a kind smile, a warmth to his brown eyes that you can feel yourself get lost in. “You sure your family can miss you that long?”

You don’t really know what he’s getting at, whether he’s talking about your Mum and Dad or the husband and kids he thinks you might have left behind to come back to Mundaring, and you don’t really know you want to tell him your truth either, after all you’ve just met him, so in the end you shake your head and settle on an honest, “I’ve got everything I need right here.” 

He eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t push it and instead he says, “If you’d have me I’d love to come over to see him some time. I’m still here for almost another two weeks  and-” 

“I’m sure he’d like that,” you offer with a smile. “He always tells me what a nice bloke you are.”

Daniel leans back in his chair and grins, spreading his arms, “Can’t say I blame him. I’m the best.” 

“He says the same thing about the postie,” you tease with a casual shrug, “so don’t get too excited.” 

“Ouch,” Daniel brings a hand to his chest, “that hurts.” 

You pout, “So sad.” 

“Very,” Daniel agrees quietly, trying his best to keep a straight face. He puts his arms on the table then and leans forward, “Before you stomp on my ego some more, why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re here. What’s up with that eagle’s nest over in some paddock?”

“Oof,” you pull a face and shake your head, “you were so close.” You can’t help but laugh when you see him pretend to be hurt at your comment. You take a sip of coffee before you explain, pointing in the general direction of your paddock, “Your dirt track borders Eagle's Nest, the paddock Granddad uses for the alpacas in September and October, and I guess normally it isn’t a problem because you usually aren’t home during this time of year but I heard you yesterday and today and-”

“Yeah, we had an unexpected three-week break this year so I figured-” Daniel waves his hand around for you to continue then.

“It’s just, we have three pregnant females this year and- I don’t know if you’re at all familiar with alpacas?”

He shakes his head, “I didn’t even know you guys had alpacas. Your granddad and I just tend to talk shit about Mrs Mackenzie and them over a cuppa but I've never really asked him about the farm to be honest."

You throw him a look, knowing all too well your granddad doesn’t drink coffee.

He quickly backs down, “Fine, I drink coffee, he drinks tea.” 

“There you go,” you mouth with a wink. “Anyway, alpacas are basically scared of everything, even their own shadow, so you know, someone riding a dirt bike close by doesn’t really help with keeping them nice and calm during these last few weeks of their pregnancy.” 

“Gotcha.”

“They’re usually out on the other side of the paddock during the day, so anything until five in the afternoon is fine” you offer, not wanting to deprive him of his hobby completely, “but we have their feeders and the shed they can hide in during the night out over in your corner, so-”

“You’re giving me a five pm curfew, basically,” he says with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Just until the end of October.” You bite your lip, “I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Nah, no worries,” Daniel puts his hand on your forearm and gives it a squeeze to let you know he means it. “I’d do anything for old Oscar.” Then, with a grin he adds, “And his girls.” 

You can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks and try to hide it with a smile, “Thank you.”

He squeezes your arm again, “He’s gonna be fine by the way. He’s tough, that one.”

“Speaking of Granddad,” you risk a quick glance at your watch, letting you know it’s almost eight fifteen, “I should probably head back.” You push your chair back and grab your hat, putting it on as you tell Daniel, “Thank you for the coffee.”

“Anytime,” he says with a grin as he stands up as well, following you to the front door. “Tell him I’ll come by soon, ok?”

“Will do.” You turn around then and smile again, something about not getting your hopes up but doing so anyway when you ask, “I’ll see you around then?”

Daniel tips his imaginary hat, “Yes ma’am.” 

[the-kr8tor]

Got inspo from someone's facilier hobie x shy r (i think it was 🪦 anon? but idk i forgot:( In the middle of writing I just got sent a video of a kookaburra biting a womans boob…

Daily Hobie HC! Week three, day four>:)

Hobie was described to be a charming fellow, a future reader, a psychic. Not a popular figure, but still well-known around the town.

Exhaust weighed on your shoulders as you trudge through down the alleyways, feeling as if you might fall over any moment. In the darkness, you could barely see the shadows moving along the walls, reporting to a certain someone waiting to pop out and rescue you from your misery.

One more step, and your eyes suddenly widen as Hobie smoothly walked into view, his attention shifting to you. He approached you all fluid and suave, with Hobie's fingers brushing warmly against the skin of your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

He tsked at your state, rethinking his original plan. Instead of simply persuading you to follow his path, he could possibly let you rest first. Besides, it'd be more easier knowing you had some faith in him.

Hobie internally nodded to himself at the plan, deciding to guide your sluggish body towards his shop, one hand on your shoulder and the other on his cane as he walked.

Despite the shop looking like something about to collapse from the outside, the interior looked like something out of a movie. Purple clouds shrouded the floor, swirling around both of their ankles as they walked through.

There were shelves of potions, blank dolls, pin cushions and many more little knicks and knacks for Hobe's tricks. On the table in the main area, revealed like the main character on a stage as the purple fog parted, were two chairs and a set of tarot cards in the middle.

Hobie led you into the back lounge of the shop, parting away the curtains hidden by heavy cloud. He could notice that you were very much a minute away from completely collapsing, leading him to wonder what had gotten you so drained.

His warm palms left the coldness of your back as he led you to sit on the couch. He informed you that you could rest here, and that he wouldn't be doing anything. He watched as you fumbled to take your shoes off and laid down on the comfortable couch, feeling yourself sink into the soft fabric, mumbling a 'thank you' as your eyes drooped shut.

Once you fell asleep, Hobie got up from the chair beside the couch, ruffling your hair casually and very briefly, draping a blanket on top of you before finally letting you sleep undisturbed.

You let out a tired groan, stretching your body and clutching onto the edge of the blanket, blinking away the grogginess as best as you could. Hobie blankly sat in the armchair next to the couch, sipping on a cup of tea as he looked as if he had been completely set on airplane mode.

As Hobie sensed your gaze on him, he looked back at you, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he practically purred good morning at you.

You thank him once more for his hospitality, stifling a yawn. Hobie simply hums in response, nodding towards your own cup of tea to wake you up. The air is filled with comfortable silence as the two of you took sips from the cups, making sure not to burn your tongue.

Hobie nonchalantly brings up the possible doing of a reading for you, before he lets you go home. Of course, you are free to decline, but his charming tone and persuasive words make it a little hard to not think about it.

Who wouldn't want to know their future anyways? After a few minutes, you slowly nod in agreeance. Once you both have finished morning tea, literally, Hobie is quick to get the two of you seated at the table you remember seeing last night, his lanky hands skillfully shuffling the cards.

In the midst of using his fancy words to try and ease your mind, he decided to add a little bit of his own charm to make you relax. Pausing his shuffling, Hobie reaches out and gently holds your hand in his, maintaining eye contact as his lips brush over your knuckles, leaving gentle kisses in his wake as he hums for you to relax.

He could tell you were beginning to ease up a little after his reassurance, resuming the shuffling of the cards once more. Once Hobie played out the cards, he told you to pick any three, the most you felt drawn to. Don't try to second-guess yourself, but go for the first thing your soul tells you to go for (if you have one, that is).

After having your future read to you, Hobie wraps up the session with sliding his card over to you, giving you the offer of coming back any time. He smiles as you thank him once again, with Hobie getting up from his seat and offering his hand to you. He pulls you up gently from your seat, walking you towards the entrance of his shop.

Before you leave, you turn to him once more, quickly taking the opportunity of closeness to leave a peck on his cheek, before hurrying off out of the alleyways and into the main street, leaving Hobie standing there with his usual smirk. Yet, his go-to suave expression faltered the moment he felt your lips pressed against his cheek, a sense of…flustered-ness? weaving itself into his expression as he froze for a moment, just staring at the spot he last saw you before you turned the corner onto the main streets. -🐦‍⬛

Oh hell yea facilier! Hobie!

A WHAT?!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

Lol r was having one of those days where you're so tired that you don't care if you get murdered in an alley bc that way you could get some rest 🤣

Hobie rescued them but man that was a major red flag lmaoo r is so lucky that they didn't get picked up by a creep

I wonder what happened to r and why they're so drained 🤔 I had a feeling that they might be already dead or something

Nooo r don't drink the tea or you'll be stuck there forever---- oh wait wrong au

Wdym if you had a soul?! 🤨

I was beginning to think that the hobie might've read in R's future that he's in it hehehhehe 🤭

Okay theory: R is some kind of supernatural being!

Love this now I need to re watch princess and the frog

[fbfh]

kookaburra relationship and intimacy hcs

wc: ~800

warnings: dirty talk 6+(including actual phrases and quotes from the show,,,, sorry,,,), praise and degradation, mild affectionate bullying/teasing, kook is kinda mean :(, nests/pillow forts for fucking, grinding, kook is a switch (but we knew this), he's also clingy lol, one mention of "fucking you stupid", shower sex, bratty kook, one mention of kook having a heat (story for another time), riding/grinding his abs, gn reader, aftercare cuddles

a/n: my brain has been both entirely off and also filled with this idiot so enjoy!!!!! this is filthy as fuck lol

As with all steamy/smutty/nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

With that being said

Let’s get into it

‘,:)

Oh my god this horny birdbrained idiot

New entry on the characters I’m surprised I got thirsty for list

But for real I hope you’re ready

Everything this boy says is an innuendo

Literally everything

It’s either going to be an innuendo, praise and pet names, or moderate bullying and degrading teasing that gets you really, really wet

And believe me he’ll use a lot of pet names

“Sweetie”

“Darling”

“Sweetheart”

Sometimes sincere sometimes obviously teasing

Always with that stupid fucking smirk

He’ll give you tons and tons of attention to rile you up and make you flustered

“I’m just here for you, yeah? Is that alright?”

Then once you’re worked up and entirely wrapped around his finger

Once he’s made you a writhing desperate needy mess

Then he’ll start teasing you

He’s mean!!! and teases you a lot!!! >:(

“Aww, I’m sorry sweetheart :(” with that little pout

No he’s not he loves seeing you like this

He’ll make you beg just cause he thinks it’s cute

Also so he can bully you more

He’ll rile and tease the shit out of you!!!! Constant innuendos!!!!!

Some more subtle than others

“I’m good at magic, I can make huge things disappear”

Ajg;alkjf;sklsldjfls

He will nest with you a lot

He’ll make special cozy little pillow fort nests

Just to rearrange your fucking guts

The first time you see a cozy lil pillow fort you poke your head in out of curiosity

He fucking tackles you, pinning you to the plush ground

“D’ya like our love nest sweetheart? I made it just for you~”

He sing songs, cock already grinding into your ass

He really likes making you play with yourself

Like a lot

One of his favorite ways to tease you is to make you touch yourself after he gets you all riled up

And of course his fingers can reach way deeper inside you than yours can

He’ll get you dripping wet and make you touch yourself

“Don’t have to check out niagra falls now, huh?”

He watches lil frustrated tears appear in the corners of your eyes as you feel all empty without him

He thinks it’s so cute

Cue more teasing

He’ll drag you around with him to do all your daily activities and tasks together

Partially cause he really likes spending time with you

Being around you

He finds a lot of comfort in your presence

Partially because there’s more opportunities for him to fuck you absolutely stupid

“Time for a shower…” means one of two things

Either you actually shower together

And things get very heated

Or he’ll shower you in….

Other substances…

Some of his dirty talk will either make you drip or laugh

“Welcome to cum town, population you”

Could go either way

If you do laugh

He will get even with you

“Who’s laughing now, sweetheart?” not you

He’ll go into a “kookaburra frenzy” and fuck you till you’re both on the brink of passing out

When he goes into heat??!?!!?!?!?!?!!

Oh god that’s gonna end up with it’s own set of headcanons or this will go on forever

He’ll dance with you painfully awkwardly

And you’ll just end up bumping and grinding in a matter of minutes

Ngl he’s kind of a brat

He will get so fucking pouty

“Please, sweets, please touch me…”

He only calls you sweets when he gets really really needy and subby

Then as soon as you start touching him, making him feel good like only you can

He’ll get so fucking bratty so fast

He can get really whiny at times

He can also get really frustrated at times

Sexually frustrated

That usually leads to a kookaburra frenzy

Which leads to neither of you being able to walk for days

It’s a good thing he has wings and can fly you from place to place

He calls it’s Kook’s taxi service

Which is like actually really cute

Will both praise and degrade you a lot

Like a whole lot

Ride his abs!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ride his fucking abs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He’ll grab onto your hips and and grind you against his abs until you’re literally dripping

“Aww, look at you getting all excited for me…”

He’ll make you cum as many times as you possibly can

Aftercare mostly consists of kissy groping and cuddles

He’ll wrap you up in his big purple wings and you’ll both be asleep in minutes

After more drowsy affectionate teasing, of course

[oderoil]

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