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[harrysonlylover]

Pink & Blue*

Summary: Curiosity gets the best out of Harry and Y/n, so they decide to ask about the gender of their baby.

Trope: CEO!Harry

Warnings: lactation kink, crying, doctor check ups ,pregnancy talk and intimate gender reveal.

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WC: 3.2k

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Sunlight sneaked through the open window, casting itself upon sleepy bodies. The soft puffs that left Harry and Y/n’s mouths were hidden by the sound of the birds chirping.

This is how their mornings started.

Warmth, love, and bliss.

They rarely slept with their bodies at a distance. It didn’t matter who was the big or small spoon—they would be attached either way.

This time, Harry’s head was resting near her bump. A gesture that he developed recently, even in his sleep.

His arm was wrapped around her to keep her close while his face was directed toward her bump.

She knew that he liked sleeping in this position even if she preferred seeing his face first thing in the morning and kissing it.

When her eyes fluttered open, her hand immediately reached down to scratch his head with a sleepy smile creeping up her face.

“Baby…”. Her drowsy voice tried to lull him out of his peaceful sleep.

“Hmm.” He stirred, pressing soft pecks to her bump before slowly lifting his body to her level.

“Missed you.” He whispered lovingly in between morning kisses filled with warmth.

“I was right here!” Their foreheads rested against each other as they soaked in this memory. Harry fought his exhaustion to open his eyes and admire her sleepy face adorned by the sun.

Waking up next to her always felt like a dream.

The next few minutes were spent with a mix of soft touches and pecks. It wasn’t too early in the morning but Harry overworked himself the previous night.

Y/n’s hiss got his eyes to open almost instantaneously looking for any sign of discomfort with a glance to her bump.

“Love?” He balanced his body using his elbow, feeling energized already out of slight worry.

“Your arm brushed over my nipple.” She replied with a chuckle as Harry lowered his gaze to her chest.

Y/n loved wearing thin tops. They were mostly floral and sometimes her tits literally spilled out during her sleep. Her hormones were raging and she felt like her boobs would not stop growing.

She wasn’t complaining per se, she loved her pregnant body—but not as much as Harry did.

“Sorry, my darling. They look painful, eh?” He pressed a kiss to her temple, with his hand gently kneading her breast in his palm.

“Oh—“. She moaned obscenely at his touch, closing her eyes once again to savor the feeling.

“Fuck Harry, they’re so full.” She tugged at her top, pushing it down because the slightest friction messed with her.

Harry was somewhat dreaming. He stared at her sore perky nipples with puppy eyes like it was a treasure.

“Sweet honey, you’re aching?” He cooed, leaving gentle kisses over her chest. Her hand tugged at his hair signalling her need for him.

“Fuck—the pumps didn’t arrive yet.” She groaned in frustration, remembering the pumps that were supposed to be delivered two days ago. She had ordered many supplies that she’d need for the pregnancy and given how painful her tits got sometimes—why not order these pumps to try them out?

“Now I wouldn’t be a good husband if I left you aching, would I?” The moment he used his raspy morning voice—Y/n knew she was a goner.

“What about our appointment?” She tried to reason, fighting against the sight of her sleepy yet sexy partner gazing at her engorged breasts.

They’re supposed to find out if Peanut is a boy or a girl today. It was too tempting to not take an appointment.

“I don’t have to cum my sweets, just want to relieve you.” His tongue licked one of her nipples sending shivers throughout her body.

“Is that what you want baby? To empty these beauties?” This time his grip was harsher and he swore he felt her spread her legs for him. Simply from the touch of her husband.

“They’re so full H, and sore and—“ Her whining was cut off by his sweet yet lustful tone.

“I’m here baby. Gonna let daddy have a taste?” Her immediate nodding with her hand at the back of his head pulling him further almost made him cum in his pants.

His eyes took in her engorged veiny breasts marveling at the beauty of her body. He couldn’t love her any more. Her pregnancy had been a wonder, even if she disagreed.

Her soft whimper pulled his attention back as he latched onto one of her nipples, not hesitating to suck harshly.

It elicited a hiss from her mouth with her hand resting on the back of his head, encouraging him to devour her.

The sunlight was warming their semi-nude bodies. Harry in his briefs and Y/n without panties and a barely worn top.

He clung onto her with his hand wrapped around her bump contently. Having him relieve her of the heaviness was a blessing.

It got uncomfortable sometimes making her feel like she was going to burst.

“Fuck H, go easy please.” She tugged at his hair, causing him to unlatch as drops of milk dripped down his chin, tainting his scruff.

The nipple he was sucking on turned red and grew perkier than before. Another droplet of milk threatened to fall making Harry pull his tongue out to catch it.

“Went a bit hard on you, didn’t I?” He kneaded her breast with his palm, not forgetting to leave a kiss on her sternum.

“Harry it’s really painful—“

“I know mama, I really do. You’re an amazing woman.” He cooed, giving his attention to her other nipple. He sucked on it gently for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Doing so good to feed our baby, eh?” His cooing was different than usual. It had an undertone of lust—sexiness, and the deep “Daddy” voice he used sometimes.

“Mhmm” Y/n allowed her body to slide down a bit. Their position was unknowingly erotic to her. The way she supported her partner while he helped her with the soreness and pain from the pregnancy that he caused.

“That’s it, mama.” He sucked gently but consistently on one nipple while rubbing the other.

It felt so crazy to experience what her body was going through. She could sense her milk getting ready to drip into his mouth, slowly relieving her from the heaviness.

Her spread legs allowed the breeze to overwhelm her exposed cunt that was growing wetter by the second.

She knew that not all couples liked this sort of play—but with Harry, everything felt erotic.

He seemed content to suckle on her full tits—enthusiastic even. He swallowed what she offered him, trying not to get too caught up with sucking and turning rough.

“Hmm giving daddy his breakfast.” He pulled away with a grin and white stains around his mouth.

His raspy morning voice mixed with his pretty face and eagerness to satisfy her did not help the need to reach the orgasm that her body was begging for.

Her nipples were already sensitive as it is and seeing her lover nursing from her fueled her need further.

“Fuck—“ A particular bite had her rolling her head backward, and Harry was content with the milk pouring into his mouth.

“My perfect wife.” He groaned, swallowing what she gave him excitedly.

She couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his lips stimulating her heavy, full breasts. Her areolas were already enlarged thanks to her pregnancy—but the overall experience and sensation were irreplaceable.

“H—too much.” She tapped at his cheek, pushing his head slowly away from the intensity of the stimulation.

She wished she didn’t have to pull him away but if he stayed any longer, she could’ve cried from pain and pleasure.

“Had enough mama?” He licked his white-stained lips, staring at her with puppy eyes and messy hair.

“Hmm feels a bit better now, but it can get painful.” She swiped her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp before earning a low hum.

He pressed soft kisses all over her chest, making sure to be gentle while hovering over her stimulated breasts.

She welcomed his gesture while allowing her hands to roam over his soft skin painted by the sunlight.

“My sweet love.” He was swarming her body with kisses, paying extra attention to her bump.

“H! The appointment!” She suddenly recalled their scheduled ultrasound appointment.

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and let out a childish whine. Y/n hated being late as she was already lifting her pregnant body to get up.

“Baby, you didn’t have breakfast and take your vitamins—“

“The appointment—“ She scrambled inside their bathroom to clean herself up as Harry pouted at the idea of her leaving the house on an empty stomach.

He knew that deep down it was simply her excitement for knowing the sex of their peanut, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her.

Harry’s CEO attitude possessed him outside of his work hours sometimes.

If he wanted something done, he’d make it happen.

On the way to the clinic, he insisted on stopping at a local bakery to grab a fresh croissant with a cup of fruits for Y/n.

She didn’t object, secretly admiring his love and effort. Besides, she could never say no to a chocolate-stuffed croissant.

“Do you like it, baby?” He questioned, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb while his other hand rested on the steering wheel.

“Mhmm.” She nodded in between bites before splitting a piece from the croissant and feeding it to him.

“Ooh, nice crunch,” Harry remarked, ignoring the crumbs that fell on his Gucci suit.

Y/n ate the last strawberry in the cup before taking her vitamins that he grabbed on the way out.

“It’s not proper breakfast by the way. I’ll prepare something for you when we return.” There was something about the way he said it that made her stare at him to take in his words.

Maybe it was his manly attitude, the sunglasses on his face with the visible scruff—or the way he rotated the steering wheel with his palm.

Either way—she was close to drooling.

“Whatever you say, Daddy.”

He let out a chuckle before bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing the ring on her finger.

The ride to the hospital was short—enough for Y/n to nibble on something and ease her nerves.

Once the car was parked, Harry stepped out and walked over to Y/n’s side, opening the door for her and helping her to balance herself.

“How are you feeling, my love?” His hand was wrapped protectively around her bump as they walked inside the clinic.

“Nervous—I don’t know what to expect.”

“Me too. But we’ll love our peanut the same no matter what.” He rubbed her back to ease her a bit.

“Yes of course.” She smiled eagerly as it suddenly felt too real.

They miraculously made it to their appointment on time and were checked in immediately without having to wait.

The ob-gyn that followed Y/n through her pregnancy was the best in her field—Harry made sure to choose well.

She welcomed them enthusiastically, checking in on Y/n’s pregnancy and jotting down a few notes before asking her to lay back on the examination table and uncover her bump.

“I didn’t expect you guys to ask about the sex!” The doctor poured ultrasound gel on Y/n’s belly as she chatted with the excited couple.

Harry stood next to his partner, holding her hand and squeezing it for support.

“We got a bit antsy.” She smiled recalling how eager they were to find out.

“Well let’s see together because the last time you visited it wasn’t clear.” She shot Y/n a warm smile before beginning to move the transducer over her belly.

Harry caressed Y/n’s head, pressing a kiss to her temple as they both waited for the doctor to say something.

They were intently watching her facial expression which suddenly flashed into something unknown before returning to normal.

Y/n was about to ask if her baby was okay before the doctor spoke.

“So amazing and perfectly healthy.” Y/n swallowed down her throat with relief.

A few moments later, the doctor stopped her examination and helped Y/n wipe the gel off her belly.

“I know how private and intimate you guys are, and before telling my patients the sex of their baby, I offer them another option.”

Harry’s knees almost buckled from the anticipation and he had to remind himself that he couldn’t shout at the doctor because she was not his employee.

Y/n seemed perfectly calm although he knew that she felt anxious.

“I can send the results to a bakery of your choice and have them deliver a cake using the traditional color reveal method by tomorrow, and you can enjoy it privately.” She seemed like she genuinely had their best interest in mind as she glanced at the couple awaiting their answer.

“It’s up to the missus.”

Y/n let out a deep exhale, rubbing over her bump as if she was speaking with Peanut, asking them for advice.

“Well… I am impatient but that does seem intimate and lovely. I think it’d be nice.” She glanced at Harry asking for his opinion, and the tears threatening to spill from his eyes did not go unnoticed by her.

“Please do send it to the best bakery you know.” He nodded at the obgyn as he cleaned Y/n’s bump from the gel.

“Congrats Mr & Mrs Styles, you’ll be overwhelmed with joy.

2 days later

The movie displayed on the TV echoed in the spacious living room, followed by chuckles sounding from Y/n’s lips.

“Still watching Paddington love?” Harry strolled toward her shirtless with shorts riding up his thigh. He passed her a bowl full of chocolate-covered strawberries before joining her on the comfortable couch.

“Yeah, it’s so funny—Hey! Go wear something before I get pregnant again.” She frowned as she nibbled on the strawberries, staining her mouth in the process.

“Hmm.” He held back a laugh and rested his head on her bump.

“The marmalade sandwiches get me every time.” They were watching part 2 after spending the morning laughing at the previous part.

“Such an underrated movie.” Harry’s voice was muffled due to the strawberries he stuffed in his mouth.

“Exactly!”

Their laughter was interrupted by the bell ringing making Harry pause the movie.

“Did you order something?” Y/n inquired as he opened his phone to check the front camera.

“No… I think it’s from the bakery.” He scratched his head and walked toward the front door.

She placed a hand on her growing bump as she lifted herself off the couch and tried to figure out what was happening.

In a few seconds, Harry returned with an eager smile planted across his face.

“C’mon, baby.” He wrapped an arm around her body, guiding her to the kitchen counter.

“Oh shit this is really happening.” The box in his hand looked so luxurious that you wouldn’t know a cake was inside of it. On top of it was a small envelope that most likely held the official report from the doctor.

“Do you want to film love?” He rubbed her cheeks, trying to ignore his increased heart rate.

“It’d be a nice core memory.” She scrambled to get her phone and placed it in a corner that had a good angle.

“Okay…” She breathed in and out, with Harry by her side trying not to cry on the spot.

They unwrapped the box carefully, with their hearts ready to rip out of their body. The cake was covered with white frosting and painted with silver letters:” Boy or girl?”

“Let’s grab wine glasses.” She had seen some videos where they used glasses instead of knives and thought it’d be more fun.

Harry got the cake out of the box carefully as he swallowed down his throat. Once Y/n gave him a glass, they stood next to each other, sharing glances of love and support.

“Okay ready?”

“On three love.” He nodded reassuringly.

“One…”

“…Two…”

“…Three.” They pressed their glasses into the cake, with their eyes still on each other before they slowly moved them in unison toward the cake.

“Huh?”

“What’s that?”

They questioned as they shared a puzzled expression. The scene in front of them had them beyond confused.

The piece of cake in Y/n’s glass was pink while Harry’s was blue.

“I—what—“

“Fuck’s sake—I swear if they messed this up.” Harry clenched his fist as he dug his glass into the rest of the cake.

The pieces came out the same as before: pink and blue.

“Babe calm down.” Her confusion didn’t stop her from thinking straight as she rubbed his back to ease him before grabbing the small envelope.

She ripped it open almost immediately, scanning her eyes over the written report. Harry observed her facial expression as his knuckles tightly gripped the counter.

The moment her lips trembled, he felt the knife he used to cut the cake going through his heart.

“Oh my god…” Her hands and voice shook together as she looked up at Harry with glossy eyes.

He was paralyzed—unable to move or speak as tears silently rolled down his cheeks.

“It’s a boy and a girl.” She covered her mouth with her hand, letting out a sob before wrapping her arms around Harry.

Harry’s world was spinning, overwhelmed with the events and his wife’s body against him.

Her warm tears fell against his skin as he hiccuped—already on the verge of sobbing. His happiness seemed to double but so did his love.

“T-two babies?” He asked again with a broken voice. It felt too good to be his reality.

“Baby twins.” Y/n faced him with a red face and puffy eyes as tears streamed down her face.

No matter how overwhelming, Harry could never forget this moment and would later on re-play it in his head.

Their foreheads rested against each other as they shared soft kisses and tears. Eventually, Harry’s sobs morphed into laughter as he went down on his knees and smothered her belly with kisses.

“Daddy loves you peanuts.” Y/n wiped her face and smiled at his actions. He whispered something at the end that seemed to be only audible to his two babies.

“Heyyy already sharing secrets with them?” He rose to her level, giving her a toothy grin that wiped the pout off her face.

He pulled her closer, cradling her face with his hands before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Thank you. Most perfect Mama.” He whispered softly before burying his face in her neck, allowing more tears to fall.

“And you’re the most perfect Dad—oh god we’re having twins!” The idea still seemed so surprising and didn’t quite settle in.

They had a lot of love to share and things to discuss. After all, it’s a double trouble.

“Now I know why I’m always so hungry. Your babies consume everything!”

Harry’s laughter echoed in the kitchen as his dimples popped making Y/n blush as she caressed his skin.

“You and our babies can take everything and anything you want.”

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[nayziiz]

Dreams | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

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Lando's reputation for being able to sleep anywhere was legendary. Whether it was a noisy bus, a crowded airport terminal, or a bumpy aeroplane seat, he could effortlessly drift off into slumber while others struggled to find rest. It was a talent that often amused his friends and family, who marvelled at his ability to find peace in the most unlikely of places.

However, there were rare moments when even Lando found sleep elusive. These were the nights when his mind seemed to rebel against the tranquillity his body craved. Instead of surrendering to the gentle embrace of sleep, he found himself lying awake in the darkness, his thoughts swirling like a tempest in his mind.

On these occasions, the silence of the night only served to amplify the cacophony of thoughts that clamoured for his attention. Memories, worries, hopes, and fears jostled for prominence, each demanding to be heard. Lando would toss and turn, trying in vain to quiet the relentless chatter of his restless mind.

In the quiet darkness of the night, she sensed his restlessness, a subtle shift in his movements that spoke volumes without a word being spoken. As he rose to attend to the call of nature, she felt the absence of his warmth beside her, a fleeting moment of solitude that emphasised the stillness of the room.

When he returned, she instinctively reached out, her arm finding its way around his waist, seeking to offer comfort in the embrace of physical touch. She hoped that the closeness would ease his troubled mind, anchoring him to the present moment and soothing the restless thoughts that plagued him.

But despite her efforts, sleep remained elusive for him. As he rolled from one side to the other, she mirrored his movements, a silent dance of companionship in the darkness. With each turn, she felt the tension in his body, the weight of his worries pressing against her own skin.

Feeling the weight of responsibility pressing upon her, she knew she couldn't let his sleeplessness persist, especially with the looming journey ahead. The urgency of the situation propelled her into action, her mind racing with solutions to ease his troubled mind and usher him back into the embrace of sleep.

With each sigh that escaped his lips, she felt a surge of determination coursing through her veins. She couldn't stand to see him tossing and turning, his restlessness a palpable presence in the darkness. He needed sleep, and she was determined to help him find it.

“Lan,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible in the darkness.

“Mmh,” he hummed in response, his tone heavy with weariness.

“What's going on, baby?” she asked him, her concern evident in her voice.

“Nothing, just can't fall asleep again,” he lied, his words a feeble attempt to brush off her concerns.

“I know you better, Lan. Just tell me what's bothering you,” she implored, her voice gentle yet insistent. He sighed softly, feeling the weight of her gaze even in the darkness.

“It's just... everything,” he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. She shifted closer to him, her hand finding his in the darkness.

“Talk to me,” she urged, her voice a soothing presence in the stillness of the night.

“My mind just won't shut off,” he told her, his voice heavy with frustration. “I'm constantly thinking of every bad thing that could possibly happen.”

“You're scared of your dreams?” she clarified, her voice gentle but probing, seeking to understand the depths of his anxiety. He hesitated for a moment, grappling with the vulnerability of his admission.

“Not just my dreams. "I'm scared of what lies beyond them, too. The uncertainty, the unknown…” he confessed, his words a whispered admission of his deepest fears. Her hand tightened around his, a silent gesture of solidarity in the face of his turmoil.

“It's okay to be scared, Lan,” she reassured him, her voice a soothing presence in the darkness. “Tell me about your dreams. Maybe that helps get them out of your system.

He hesitated, the weight of his nightmares heavy upon him. But her gentle encouragement urged him to speak, to release the demons that haunted his restless nights.

“Sometimes I dream of the plane crashing, or sometimes it's me in the car,” he began, his words halting as he recounted the terrifying scenarios that played out in his mind. “Other times, it's the two of us driving somewhere, and we crash.”

As he spoke, the images of his nightmares came flooding back, each scene more vivid than the last.

“Then I have dreams about you literally disappearing off the face of the planet, and I can't find you no matter how hard I try,” he confessed, his voice trembling with the raw emotion of his fears.

“Lan, you know bad things can happen at any moment,” she tried to reassure him, her voice filled with compassion. “We can try our best to avoid them, but if it's meant to happen, it will. I know this is probably not what you want to hear, but you can't dwell on them. It sucks the joy out of life, and you love life.”

Her words echoed in the stillness of the night, a gentle reminder of the fragility of existence and the resilience of the human spirit. Despite the darkness that threatened to engulf him, she offered him a glimmer of hope, a lifeline to cling to in the face of his fears.

He listened, the weight of her words sinking into his soul. In her voice, he heard the wisdom of someone who had faced their own demons and emerged stronger for it. And though the shadows of his fears still lingered, he felt a spark of courage ignite within him, a determination to embrace life in all its uncertainty.

“I love you more, though,” Lando countered, his voice filled with affection despite the weight of his worries.

“And I will say it as often as you need to hear it - I love you so much, Lando Norris. And I'm not going anywhere,” she told him, her words a steadfast declaration of her unwavering commitment. With a tender gesture, she kissed the tip of his icy nose, her touch a gentle reminder of the warmth of their love.

“Now don't let silly dreams keep you up all night,” she teased, her voice laced with playful affection.

In her embrace, he found solace, a sanctuary from the storms that raged within him. And as they settled into each other's arms, he felt a sense of peace wash over him.

He kissed her tenderly before he slipped away into a blissful slumber, his heart lighter knowing she was by his side. All he needed was her assurance, her unwavering love a beacon of comfort in the darkness of his fears.

As he drifted off into sleep, she marvelled at the paradox of his own nature. The fun-loving guy, known for his infectious laughter and zest for life, harboured within him a wellspring of fear and anxiety about the uncertainties of existence.

But in her arms, he found respite from the tumult of his thoughts, a sanctuary where he could lay down his burdens and simply be. For she saw him not just as the jovial persona he presented to the world, but as the complex, multifaceted individual he truly was.

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[cheoliehansolie]

Green Mangoes

Summary: When Chan catches you eating green mangoes, he can't help but spiral.

Word Count: ~ 2.3k

Pairing: Lee Chan x fem reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

an: This was something that I mainly wrote for myself because I found it funny in my head so if it's not funny or entertaining, that's why. As always, if you liked reading this, please reblog or leave a comment. If you have any suggestions or you just want to talk, send me an ask and we can be friends 💕

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You had been up for a few hours enjoying the little alone time you get since you moved in with your boyfriend. You and Chan recently moved in together and while you love spending time with him, sometimes you miss living on your own which is why you find comfort in the silent mornings.

Chan got home pretty late last night from practice which is why he was in bed at 10:30 in the morning. It was a win-win situation, you got your morning alone and Chan got to make up for the sleep he missed out on.

You had spent your morning making breakfast and reading once you finished eating, and now you were sitting on your couch nursing a cup of tea and watching an Indian comedy show. Normally when you and Chan watch TV together, you steer clear of those types of shows since Chan won’t be able to understand them. 

But now with Chan sound asleep in your bedroom, you’re giggling quietly to yourself as you watch the different skits unfold on screen. To your surprise, less than five minutes later, you hear the door of your shared bedroom open and out walks your sleepy boyfriend, hair adorably messy.

“Good morning, babe.” you say from your seat on the couch.

“Morning.” he says tiredly as he makes his way to the couch to join you.

“I didn’t wake you, right?” you ask, concern lacing your voice as you card your fingers through his disheveled hair. 

Chan melts into your touch and responds, “No, I didn’t feel like staying in bed any longer. I also wanted to cuddle with you but you weren’t there any more.” he whines.

“Aww, well I’m here now so we can cuddle. Let me just get situated” you say.

You put your empty tea mug on the coffee table in front of you and lift the blanket on your lap gesturing for him to join you. Chan wastes no time getting comfy under the blanket and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Do you want me to change the channel?” you ask, drawing attention to the comedy show playing on the TV.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not really paying attention to it anyways.” he says and you feel him drawing small shapes on your body.

“Suit yourself.” you say as you bring your attention back to the show.

A few minutes later, you’re still snuggled into Chan’s arms and you find yourself letting out a soft scandalized gasp at the conversation unfolding on screen.

“What happened?” Chan asks, instantly curious as he peers up at your face through his lashes.

“Basically, those two people on stage are husband and wife and they’re talking about an argument they had. See that guy standing to the side?” you ask, pointing to the screen.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“He said something along the lines of ‘stop giving her reasons to argue with you and instead give her a reason to eat green mangoes’ to the husband.”

“What does that mean?” Chan asks, enjoying listening to you explain things to him.

“Apparently women crave sour foods when they’re pregnant so the other guy is basically telling the husband to get his wife pregnant.”

Your boyfriend chuckles slightly and he doesn’t think much of the conversation as he continues snuggling into your side. But a few days later, he’s instantly reminded of that moment as he stands in the entryway of your shared living room.

Chan had spent the entire day in the studio working with Sonnyoung and the other Performance Team members to think of choreography for their upcoming comeback, but they had hit a wall. Soonyoung decided to let the guys go sooner than expected because everyone was getting frustrated.

Chan was excited that he’s able to leave earlier so he can spend more time with you. He didn’t tell you he was coming home sooner so he could surprise you but when he comes in, he sees you scrolling on your phone, mid snack.

Normally he would be happy that you were remembering to take breaks to rest and eat, but standing there in the door frame of your living room, he feels like he can’t breathe. There you are sitting peacefully on the couch with a small glass bowl next to you, phone in one hand, fork in the other. Skewered on the fork is none other than a piece of green mango.

As you bring the fork to your mouth, you realize that your boyfriend is silently standing a few feet away from you.

“Oh my god, babe! Why are you just standing there? You scared me!” you complain.

Shocked by your sudden outburst, Chan’s broken out of his spiraling thoughts and brought back to the present moment.

“Sorry, I was zoning out.” Chan feebly explains as he makes his way to the couch.

“Why’re you home so early? I thought practice wasn’t supposed to end until later?”

“It was supposed to end later, but we hit a wall and nothing was getting done so Hoshi hyung let us leave early.” 

“Ahh, I see. I still have a little work left to do, so I’m gonna go finish that. I should be done soon and we can spend time together after.”

“Okay, I’ll be here. Don’t overwork yourself, it’s not good for you.” Chan says with a small smile on his face as you get up and make your way to your desk.

Once you leave, Chan can’t help but wonder why you didn’t say anything about being pregnant. Were you not planning on telling him yet? He did come home earlier than anticipated today. Maybe you were eating the mango because you thought he wouldn’t be here to see you.

Chan spends the next two hours obsessively googling about how to support your partner through pregnancy. After reading a bunch of different articles, Chan decides that he won’t bring up the pregnancy unless you do. You have the right to tell him whenever you feel comfortable, and he figures that maybe you’re still trying to come to terms with it yourself and he doesn’t want to add more pressure to that. 

A few minutes later, you return to the living room ready to spend time with your boyfriend after a long day.

“Hey babe.” Chan says when he sees you. “Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine. I just finished work so now we can make dinner together.”

“You want to make dinner? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Chan asks, immediately worried that you could be overworking yourself.

“Okay I know I’m not as good at cooking as Mingyu, but my food isn’t that bad!” you whine, softly hitting Chan’s shoulder.

“Babe, that’s not what I meant.” Chan whines. “I just thought you’ve been working a lot lately and you should take a break. I’ll make dinner for us tonight, you should rest.”

“Ooookay.” you say, feeling suspicious as to what Chan’s doing.

“What do you want for dinner? Are you craving anything?” Chan asks.

“Hmm, not really. Why don’t you surprise me?”

“Okay, one surprise coming right up!” Chan exclaims dramatically as he saunters off into the kitchen, enticing a few giggles from you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little weird that Chan was being a bit too nice, but you decide to overlook it and enjoy your time alone on the couch. A little less than an hour later, your boyfriend returns to the living room announcing that dinner is ready.

Before you can get up to go to the kitchen to grab your plate, Chan places a plate of hot food in front of you.

“You made my favorite!” you exclaim as you toss your phone to the side to take the plate from Chan’s hands.

“I tried my best, but I don’t know if it tastes as good as when you make it.” he says sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, it smells great and even if it does taste bad – which I doubt it does – I’ll still eat it since you made it for me.” you say with a reassuring smile on your face.

Taking a bite of the food in front of you, you can’t help it when your eyes widen at the taste.

“What? Does it not taste good?” Chan asks.

“Babe, it tastes really good. I love it.” you say with a bright smile as you continue eating.

“I’m glad.” Chan says softly. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself.

The rest of the meal is filled with the two of you laughing at each other’s jokes and talking about your respective days. Before you know it, the plates in front of you are empty.

When you’re about to get up to do the dishes and clean the kitchen, Chan stops you.

“What’re you doing?” Chan asks you.

“I’m going to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen?” you say, confused as to why he finds this strange.

Normally when one of you cooks, the other person cleans. Since Chan cooked for the both of you today, it seemed obvious to you that you would be on clean up duty today.

“Let me clean, you sit and rest.” Chan says as he tries to take the plate from your hand.

“Rest from what, Chan? I’ve been sitting on this couch for the past 2 hours doing nothing but resting. What’s gotten into you today?” you ask as you firmly hold the plate in your hand, refusing to let him take it from you.

“I just thought you could use the extra rest, given your condition and all.” Chan says.

“‘Given my condition’? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m totally fine.” you say, slightly agitated.

Chan mentally facepalms himself. He told himself that he wouldn’t bring up the pregnancy unless you did and now here he was, bringing up the pregnancy.

“You know what, never mind.” Chan says, trying to brush it off.

You weren’t gonna let him off that easily.

“What do you mean never mind? You just insinuated that there’s something wrong with me and I need to rest, but now when I ask you about it you won’t say anything? What’s up with that?” you ask him.

“Well, I just didn’t want to pressure you into talking about it if you weren’t ready. I didn’t know if you wanted to share it with me or not.” Chan says.

“Pressure me into talking about what? Chan, you’re going to have to explain yourself a little more clearly because I’m completely lost.” you say, becoming less angry and more confused.

“The pregnancy!” Chan exclaims. “I know that you’re pregnant but I didn’t want to bring it up in case you didn’t want to talk about it yet. A bunch of articles online said not to bring it up unless you brought up the topic yourself and I didn’t want to pressure you into telling me you’re pregnant.”

There’s a few beats of silence as you try to process the words that just came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

“Pregnant? Babe, I’m not pregnant. Who told you I’m pregnant?”

“Wait, you’re not pregnant?” Chan asks. Now it was his turn to be confused.

“No, and if I was pregnant, you would be the first person I would tell. I wouldn’t keep that from you. But why’d you think I’m pregnant?”

“I don’t wanna tell you, you’re gonna laugh at me.” Chan whines, hiding his face in his hands.

“Babe, I promise I won’t laugh at you. Can you please, please, please tell me why you thought I was pregnant? If you don't, I'm just gonna assume that you think I’ve gained weight.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just,” Chan pauses and takes a deep breath, “you were eating a green mango when I got home earlier and I remember you telling me a few days ago that women crave sour foods when they’re pregnant so I just kinda assumed. Ugh, it sounds so stupid when I say it out loud.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your chest. You were trying so hard not to laugh at your boyfriend, but you couldn’t help it. You just found it so funny that he would jump to conclusions like that.

“Hey, you said you wouldn’t laugh at me.” Chan whines as he lifts his face from his hands.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. It’s a little funny, you have to admit.” you say as you lean closer to give him a comforting hug.

“Okay, maybe it is a little funny.” Chan says as he lets out a small giggle.

“See! You can’t blame me!” you say as you burst into another fit of giggles.

Once the two of you have finally calmed down, you’re both reminded of the small mess in front of you and the bigger mess in the kitchen.

“So, since I know you’re not pregnant, do you wanna clean the kitchen for me?” Chan asks.

“What happened to ‘I’ll clean, you should rest on the couch’?” you ask, teasing him.

“Fine, I guess since I offered, I’ll follow through. I am a man of my word.” Chan says, determination heavy in his voice.

“I’m just kidding, of course I’ll clean up.” you say.

“Fine, but at least let me help.” Chan says.

“If you want to help, I’m not gonna stop you.” you say as the two of you make your way into the kitchen.

When you get to the entryway of the kitchen, you can’t help but just stand there with your eyes wide.

“Lee Jung Chan! Look at the mess you made! I can’t believe you! You dirtied every dish in this house!” you exclaim as you scold him.

Chan silently wishes that he didn’t take up the offer to help you clean. The entire time the two of you spent cleaning the kitchen was filled with you nagging him about the mess he made. But he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #dino #seventeen dino #svt dino #dino x reader #lee chan #chan #svt lee chan #seventeen lee chan #svt lee chan x reader #seventeen lee chan x reader #chan x reader

[jazeswhbhaven]

I was curious so I looked at the prologue (yah I know whatever side-eye me but anyway)

*spoilers ahead*

I'm going to talk about this in bullet points because this is more like a curiosity read instead of a "I'm going to invest in this" read.

Levi Childish Jealously Overall Thoughts:

First, now I get why they said "chlidren's day" It is because MC was talking about Minhyeok and them hanging out each children's day together and their fond memories of such

Also, Levi are you fucking srs why are you checking up on MC with a damn crystal ball as if your ass can't stand the fact that they're out smiling with the Gehenna besties like????

I clicked on the prologue and his ass was already mad and it made me laugh because see??? see what I mean by he's always mad about something? lmao

Also he made Foras go out and help him do the spying like? Ok

He made Foras feel bad about suggesting to go nerf Minhyeok if Levi wished it and this man is like "oh a sudden death that will make one miss the other forever" and he's referring to Solomon here and Foras was like "fuck" (HONESTLY Levi he only suggested that to make you feel better like don't do that .-.)

Learned some stuff about the devil named Seere, who can travel anywhere and through dreams too in a blink of an eye (reminds me of someone from another fandom...) and that's the one who produced the memory manipulation spell and it seems he just does this any way to cause mischief on Earth (so if anyone experiences deja vu blame him /j)

So the rules are, Levi can't alter things too much or it messes with each others minds or causes both of them or just Levi to wake up out of the dream if I'm getting that right

also Satan is about to get pissed the fuck off because they also got a sleeping spell/poition from Seere and everyone in the palace was asleep LMAO. The fact that he pretty much knocked everyone out so he could do what he wanted without pushback goodness.

NOW i'mma go over the dream events:

Minhyeok looked so ready and adorable in his uniform, confirmed this is high school Minhyeok and MC.

Minhyeok saw Levi just standing in his room and was like o______o the fuck? And Levi literally snapped his fingers and erased him.

Imagine the nightmare Minhyeok had as a teenager and was like "a demon fucking erased me from existence omfg" and his parents were like ???? and his brother was like "lol wut"

anyways moving forward, MC noticed the changes but didn't challenge them (Levi is hot wow gonna forget my friend ig /j)

Already this man is mad at MC for tripping and not tying their shoes...plz???

Also for whatever reason MC is very clumsy here, like everything reads to me like a Kdrama where every moment MC is falling, tripping, forgetting shit and Levi is getting annoyed and pissed off at every mistake and it's sending me because dude it is not that deep please relax

Cool Levi moments though is when he ties the shoes, blocks MC from getting hit by a volleyball, lends his gym clothes, gets a cream bun for MC, and takes MC to the nurse because they sprained their ankle

WTF Levi moments is....him basically glaring at the teacher who didn't challenge him, choking another fucking student for almost hitting MC with the volleyball, shoving students (actually I like that and wish I had someone to shove people out the way to get me stuff)

everything else was pretty tame and a good set up though for a highschool au, ASIDE from the sexual stuff? (again personal preference so don't axe me in the mentions)

Next, some screenshots of Levi doing the MOST

You see this? This is you all's king btw because he and I would have been boxing...like? don't fucking call me stupid for forgetting shit like a bitch has ADHD so yeah I fucking forgot damn.

and CUT THEIR FEET OFF? LEVI PLEASE

But again this is good material for how he would act in a school au setting, I do remember doing a childhood au with him and the other kings and he reacted similarly by finding everything they did annoying, kept to himself, and caused an issue that nearly killed everyone because he couldn't control his powers just yet, so if I do decide to do a highschool au with Astra I'll remember Levi's reactions for reference

Oh and a couple other things

this is our official room in Gehenna?

Baby....

I'm giving Satan extra smooches this room is gorgeous? Do we fuck in here too? I would. (i'm a sucker for canopy beds with ornate designs)

Just some mini lore about Seere. Also something about him being under Asmodeus or this being mostly monitored by Asmo? (someone help here I was speed reading) So that's interesting.

Overall, everyone that likes schoolboy role play sexy time, have at it. My journey stops here at the sfw part.

Justice for Minhyeok though he is just in the void somewhere like

a funny thing before you all go look at Glas' name

it's usually Glasyalabolas, right? I was cracking up because he's never beating the Ikea furniture name allegations.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb game content #whb reacts #tw mild violence #just levi being himself as always #please don't take me srs nothing is that deep for me with levi

[finniestoncrane]

PREWAR COOPER STUFFS ❤️‍🔥 DESPERATELY needing some fluffy morning after/Sunday morning routine with his wifey 😩👏 him being VERY grabby and just an absolute horndog dkfnfnrk (he is down bad for reader)

Morning, Sunshine

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k hello post divorce cooper, please hit me up, i'll make you eggs (also post-divorce barb i know you're a baddie but that's just my type so i'll make you eggs too pls lemme make you eggs too...ANYWAY) but please this is so cute and i have made it gender neutral as you corrected so everyone enjoy being cooper's little chef and getting caressed by this hungover idiot 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw:

Cooper stumbled into the kitchen, his feet shuffling on the floor as though they were made of lead, unable to lift them any higher. He groaned as the light from the windows assaulted him, and you smiled without turning to him, offering a brief, hushed 'good morning'. He returned the greeting with a groan. His entire body felt weighed down, the ache of sleeping in one position all night, lacked out in a drunken stupor after he had pawed at you and attempted to fuck the lingering stress out of his body.

And now he was in his own kitchen, messy from the small gathering of friends from the night before, stressed once more and hungover as shit to boot.

But there you were, by the stove, the source of the wonderful smell that had woken him up and had him drifting from the sancutary of his dark bedroom to face the world. Even when he was hungover, or sick, or just too damn tired to accept reality, he did it anyway. Who knew how many more mornings there were for him to see? That looming threat, the dark secret he had to keep to himself, one not even Barb knew was the real reason for their divorce. The source of his agonies, but also, the reason he felt so inspired to wake up each morning and spend as much of the time he had left with you as possible.

"I wasn't expecting you out of bed any time beforeat least midday, Coop."

"Then you shouldn't have started cooking something so god damn delicious."

His voice grew closer as he made his way, instinctually, towards you.

"I'm sorry, did it wake you up?"

"It did, but there's nothing to apologise for."

He was behind you now as you stood in front of the burners, a pan in your hand, your signature omelette cooking over the heat, your grip wobbling a little as Cooper looped his arms around your body. Everything he did stole your attention, pulling your focus with his charismatic personality, the way he commanded a room the moment he entered. And it didn't help that he had begun to kiss at your neck, letting his lips drag along your prickling skin as he moved down to your shoulder, nuzzling back into you as he sighed. The satisfied moan on the exhale had your stomach tensing, eliciting a soft moan of your own in reply.

"You want me to make you something to eat?"

"Please, darlin'. If that isn't a bother."

"Never is for you, Mr Howard. You get a coffee and take a seat, I'll be right with you."

Once he was seated with his mug, the morning newspaper to the side of the place setting at the kitchen island, you turned from the stove to plate up the omelette for him. It was the first you had properly looked at him that morning, and you could feel your breath hitching as you took him in. Even in this state, bedraggled, skin greasy with a sheen of sweat, hair unkempt and slicked back in messy waves, his breath, which you could smell over the countertop, still tainted with the cocktails he’d been making the night before. Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. And those same eyes couldn’t help but fall to his chest, his robe hanging open, exposing his torso down to his navel.

You wondered if he’d bothered to find any underwear to put on before covering himself with the short robe when he’d stumbled out of bed.

“Oh, sweetheart. You made this for yourself.”

“You eat first, I’ll make one for myself just now.”

Cooper flashed you a grin, one you remembered seeing so often in press photos, at promotional events.

“You really are a doll, know that?”

You returned his smile, turning back to the stove as he ate a few bites of the omelette with a satisfied groan. Cooper took a sip of coffee, watching you over the top of the mug. Every day could be the last. He didn’t want to believe it, but it always hung in the back of his mind. He’d lost Barb to Vaut-Tec, lost Janey, at least partly, to the divorce. He’d lost his sense of security to the war, his work to the paranoia that had burrowed inside of him. You were all he had now, and intended to cling to you with everything he had. Holding your hand tight at the party last night, clutching your body in the bed as he fucked you, passionate, desperate. His fingers entwined in yours as you slept, then holding you in his arms, your body smooth and warm.

Cooper stood up from his chair, unintentionally quiet to the point where you didn’t even notice he had moved until he was right behind you again, pressing himself against you so tight that you could feel the beginnings of his erection pushing into you. With a firm hand, he took your wrist, guiding you to set down the pan, switching the stove off and turning you in a choreographed spin so that you were facing him, your chests together, eyes trained on one another.

“You got enough ingredients for another, right?”

“Uh… yeah? Why?”

“I just think it might be ruined by the time I’m finished with you.”

His hands slipped down from your lower back, cupping both of your cheeks as he raised his eyebrows in a silent, questioning plea. Every moment with you was precious to him, every inch of your body worth placing a kiss to, worth tasting and savouring. Why not make the most of your time together by making sure you were as close to each other, as pleasured and satisfied, as possible?

So, when you blushed, biting your lip and giggling, he knew you agreed, and he took your hand and pulled you back to the comfort of the bedroom with you, hoping to relieve himself of a little more stress.

#fallout #fallout amazon #x reader #finnie writes #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout fic #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard fanfiction #cooper howard one shot #cooper howard smut #cooper howard imagine #fallout tv #fallout tv series #walton goggins #cooper howard x fem!reader

[bearw-me]

Hii hope I'm not interrupting.

Can we please have some angel dust with a young sibling reader (everything platonic OF COURSE), they're younger than angel by two years.

Take your time with this one 🌸

you're never interrupting! thxs for request such a cute prompt! i love platonic stuff :,]

𝐒𝐩𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐛 — 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 ft : platonic angel dust x younger sibling!reader, valentino mentioned 𐐒 cw : fluff, mentions of alcohol, swearing, slight angst, angel shoots someone for you 𐐒 summary : general hcs + what angel is like as a big brother 𐐒 note : forgive me that this feels a little long, but i needed to get all this off my chest!

every time the two of you are introduced to someone they assume angel is the younger one (you both correct them)

angel always acts like the younger sibling

by the way you pull up in your car or a cab and peel him from the clubs, annoyed that he's clinging to you drunkenly and hugging you but also relieved that he's safe

him mushing your face around and sobbing about "how much he actually loves you" and "what would he do without you"

Angel always stands up for you, even going so far as to shoot someone just because they said something to you

now that he lives at the hotel, he likes to text you and plan fun "dates" for you guys to do and spend time together

when and if you ask, he always gives you money "okay run along now, go, keep yourself busy or something" while shooing you away

although angel doesn't care that he's in hell, or the messed up situation he's in with Val, he really cares about you being down here

and in his own way, he tries to keep you away from all that stuff

likes when you call him by his actual name: Anthony

the only time you'd probably call him "Angel Dust" is when he tells you to, which is usually at work

and loves that no matter how much he f*cks up, or you do for that matter, you'll always have each other, no matter what

would love doing your makeup or giving you some of his whenever you drop by to visit him

you fight, as siblings do, yelling and throwing things at each other if it gets serious before angel walks out like a drama queen

then that very same night you'd both be sending each other funny videos and pictures as if it never happened

he always apologizes though, like when he sees you the next time in person

he still calls you "kid"

i feel like he'd be prone to fixing you up and dotting on you like a mother. like if you went to a school dance or something he'd help you get ready and fiddle with your hair until he figured it was perfect and would STAY all night

probably cried at any event that celebrated you; like a graduation

tries to be a big brother and not tell you about what happens at work, or how Val owns his soul (you could probably get a bit out of him and be there for his comfort, but he only talks openly about it to cherri and husk)

your big brother is always just a phone call away, like he will literally drop everything he's holding no matter how fragile and find a way to get to you

when you were both younger angel dust was a scrappy little kid, getting into fights with anyone on the playground and chipping his tooth.

always tried to give you the best he could (don't worry, he was never a horrible brother, just a little dramatic at times)

#hazbin hotel #imagines #headcannons #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #reader insert #angel dust x reader #platonic relationship #platonic #familial relationship #angel dust x sibling!reader #hazbin angel dust #hazbin anthony #hazbin hotel angel dust #fluff #angst #mentions of alcohol

[moontavern]

Saw that Request are open , soooo— how would Sun Wukong and Macaque reacht to their reader asking to ride them? You know what they say.save a horse, ride a cowboy — so yeah possible smut for this headcanons please

oh my goodness i love this request!! my fav monkey boys!! (don’t mind how i completely forgot the aspect of reader asking them,, i can absolutely do a similar hc!!)

cw- Nsfw, riding, biting, fluff(?) just some silly short headcanons. not profread!! (i’ll fix later, just super exhausted)

i think it’s pretty Gn?

Macaque -

Let’s be honest, this man probably doesn’t have much experience. maybe back in the day he’s met a few people willing to please the evil monkey man—but probably not much to point out.

I’d say you’d have to be the one to initiate it! He’s too shy to admit it, but he is intimidated to ask.

Macaque, in my opinion, would prefer to take things slow. Sure, he’s got some pent up energy he needs to release, but when it comes to anything intimate he prefers to have some foreplay.

after you two are all worked up after loads of kisses and him running his tongue and grazing his teeth over your neck, you’d push him onto his back, straddling his hips. He’s quite silent during it, but only because he’s not exactly used to the position and act. But once you start rocking your hips on him, he loves it so much.

If he sees you getting tired from moving yourself, he’d grab your hips with his clawed hands and rock you on him. His chest rises up and down as his breathing starts becoming heavier and more frantic. Expect his claws threatening to dig into you as he gets closer.

He loves it if you grab either his thighs or place your hands on his broad chest for support. he just finds it so attractive.

don’t forget this mans tail! he’d absolutely grab onto your ankle/leg. Just a natural reaction for him. Once he’s real close he’d start thrusting his hips up too. The friction feels way too good to him.

Considering he’s probably super touched starved, he’d want you to lean in closer to him and kiss him. Any contact drives him wild.

Wukong -

It’s obvious this man is probably cocky as heck. He’s not as scared to request something new in bed for the two of you. Though, i personally don’t see this man as super kinky. He’s definitely been in bed with more people then macaque, but when it comes to what he’s into—probably not that extreme.

He’d pull you close and asks you if you want to ride him. Blunt as hell, but the way he’s looking at you is too irresistible to decline.

I see him grabbing your hips first. He’d want you to have some control, of course, but he loves the way his hands hold onto your waist as you ride him. He loves if you arch your back and if your head falls back. seeing your throat like that makes him drool.

He’d rub your thighs too. I see him touch starved too. Be it cocky or not, he’s definitely praising you. (unless.. you want to be degraded 😌) He’s encouraging you to last a little longer for him.

no shame for this man, if your riding him while he’s sitting he’d pull your hair lightly as he whispers unholy things to you. he wants you to know how good you make him feel!!!

Bites!! He’d bite you if he’s getting close. Not enough to draw blood, unless you want that.

these monkey men are touched starved, i don’t care what anyone says!! The way your hips rock on theirs would send them over the edge so fast if it wasn’t for how much they wanted to please you. <3

#macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk x reader #lmk smut

[ikkosu]

About mermaids hihi JUST FOR YA POOKIE

Lost light crash in the middle of the ocean, but they need to get out of there bc yeah they will rust slowly bc of salty water.

Your bot is alone in his crashing aera, but the aera is your home. So when they wake up, the first thing they see is a lil curious mermaid swimming around their form.

You notice their opened optics and starts poking at their nose.

When the bot move, you flee quickly, scared, but stays close. You bring them later some colorfull shells and fish, and try to make them eat.

The bot try gently to move you over so they can continue on their journee and try to get out of there (i headcanon them as being unable to swim because way too heavy).

"Shoo, little whatever-you-are, please, i have to find my crewmates"

But even with that you stay with them, very curious and playfull. You poke their nose, tug on their digit, brush their form with yours to discover more strange things. They are weird. But really funny.

"No, no tugging on my head chevron"

"Is that for me? Why, thank you (what am i gonna do with this?)"

"What- hey, that's my wheel! You're very curious are you, little cutie?"

Long story short, the bot manage to go back to the surface with a lot of rust on their frame, systems dammaged but they're still alive, and you remained by their side all the way out. So the bot learned to like you. And don't want to leave you here. They send an SOS signal and wait on the beach for anybot to save them. And there, surprise, you get out of the water (he has a spark attack because like, you need water ???) and they see your tail becoming legs (with scales, ur not skin naked lmao).

You just cuddle his servo or hips, not showing any signs you were gonna leave. Bring them food, shells, plenty of gifts and making a nest all around you two.

After some times, they understand that it's because they reciprocated your little games you were pulling on him, like special dances, giving each other food, mimicking some of your gestures, because you always seem so happy when they were doing so. Turns out it was a mating ritual. They're accidentally mated to you. You didn't even care he was not even organic.

Regrets? Not really. Just, we are not gonna show you to Brainstorm...

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I HOPE MY MERMAID TAKES ARE GOOD FOR U POOKIE 🙏🙏🙏

YOUR TAKES ARE VALID!! THATS SO CUTE OMG

The bots sinking in like seven feet down into the ocean because they crashed and having those itty mermaids flutter around them, poking their nose and curling around their neck, purring.

Rodimus would be the most active bot interacting with the mermaids. If it was Megatron, I'd doubt he'd prefer to mingle — but he doesn't mind the close proximity. A few rub of his digit on their small head or a small smile is all he could muster.

Nautica would ecstatic to see one! Blushing when one of the mers would nuzzle her neck (they find that spot strangely warm and the gentle vibration is a comfortable lull to sleep.) She also made a mental note of hiding the mers if Brainstorm were ever to find out....

Luckily, he's trapped in the debris. Along, with the others.

I can imagine the small group of mermaids would help to pull aside the chunks of metal. Trilling happily when they're rewarded with a prim tousle of their head. Rodimus had already gotten so attached to the little things.

Maybe, Magnus wouldn't mind if they were to stay here a few days...

"In the ocean?" He balks. "Out of the question. The salt is going to purge through our processors and turn our insides to rust! Do you want that to happen?''

Rodimus huffs.

...Or not.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #ikkoasks #rodimus x reader #mtmte rodimus x reader #nautica x reader #mtmte nautica x reader #megatron x reader #mtmte Megatron x reader #Ultra Magnus x reader #mtmte Ultra Magnus x reader

[wordsaresimple-imnot]

smut ,Joe liebgot and the reader dry humping and slightly pleasing eachother in there foxhole in the cold

Body heat - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader

Anon, I loved this prompt! Thank you! I hope you enjoy it! ;)

Warnings: 18+ content sorta, dry humping, making-out, cursing, she/her pronouns, 1st person pov (female).

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: This was fun to write and I enjoyed the idea a lot! Hope y'all enjoy it! Please comment, like, reblog :) :)

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Another gust of wind lifts the tarp covering the top of our foxhole, blasting cold, wet air around us effectively stealing what little warmth we'd managed build up around ourselves.

"Goddamn it! When this is over, I never want to see the rain or snow ever again." I grumble, pulling the blanket tighter around myself, but it's damp and can only do so much.

"Quit bitching, you're ruining the mood." Liebgott smirks at the glare I shoot him.

"Fuck you." Any venom I have in my voice is lost as my teeth chatter.

"Would love to, but it's too cold." I see him shiver slightly.

"Glad to know that's the only reason." I roll my eyes.

"Course it is." He shoots me a wink and I feel a little bit of heat crawl up my neck and cheeks. Suddenly I'm thankful it's pitch black right now so he can't see my blush.

"Shut up." I mutter half heartedly, shoving his shoulder before attempting to get comfortable next to him. We are silent for a few minutes as, I assume, we try to get semi warm enough to doze a little until he speaks again.

"You know...sharing body heat is a great way to get warm." His voice is low but the words bounce around us on the wind. Again, I send a thank you to the universe that he can't see how flushed I am. I turn my head to tell him to shut up again and find his eyes already on me. The heat in his eyes has the words dying on my tongue.

"What?" Is all I can manage to get out, which I mentally kick myself for. Real smooth. His hand slips out from under his own blanket and grabs mine, tugging me towards him.

"Come here." He moves me around like I'm his own personal ragdoll, rearranging our blankets so one's over the top of our heads and shoulders and the other is around my back with the ends tucked behind him. The new position has be straddling his lap, our bodies centimeters away and our faces so close we are sharing each others breathes. I can feel his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, squeezing my hips every other time. My own arms are draped around his shoulders.

Joe nudges my nose with his. "Told you this would be warmer." All I can do is nod, making him smirk. "I don't know about you, but my lips are still cold."

At his words my eyes drop down to his lips and watch as his tongue runs over them, then look back to his eyes that haven't lost their heat. I make the split second decision to worry about the consequences and what-ifs at a later date and close the gap between us. He eagerly kisses me back, moving one hand to the back of my neck to hold my head where he wants it, while the other wraps around my waist to keep me flush against him.

Our tongues meet and we enjoy a long exploration of each others mouths; licking and sucking and nipping. After a particularly sharp bite on my bottom lip, I grind down onto his lap and then groan at the feel of his growing erection beneath me. I grind down again and this time Joe groans with me.

"Do it again, baby." He pleads against my lips. When I do he kisses me again to muffle the noises we make. I move one of my hands to grip his upper arm tightly to help my leverage and swivel my hips until I find the angle that gives us both the pleasure we need. Once I find that I set a hard pace that Joe eagerly lifts his hips to match.

Soon the cold around us is forgotten as we focus on keeping the other quiet and chasing the pleasure building inside us. Joe lets go of my neck and I feel both his hands grabbing my ass, using it to press me harder against him. My pace starts to become erratic.

"Fuck, I'm close Joe." Joe gives me a hard nip on my jawline and whispers in my ear.

"I got you, let go baby." My head turns to the side and I bite down hard on his shoulder, trying to hide my moan as much as possible. As I'm coming down from my high, I feel Joe's movements becoming more frantic. I turn my head away from his shoulder, nipping at the bit of flesh exposed on his neck and then his jawline.

Three thrusts later he stills beneath me, breathing heavily as he lets out curses and my name. We melt even more into each other, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss and warmth we created around us. Just as I'm drifting off, I feel Joe drop a kiss on the top of my head and my heart flutters.

But that's something to address at a later time.

#joe liebgott #joe liebgott x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #fic request #anon request #hbo war #hbo band of brothers

[hotvintagepoll]

Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS tournament! We are now finished with the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament; The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament is ongoing. Submissions for hot vintage women are now closed, but we are accepting propaganda for those already in the bracket. If you are here for the Dracula Daily polls, those will be posted regularly following the progress of the Substack newsletters.

Round 5 of the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament was posted Wednesday, May 1st, and will last a week. All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Women Tournament will be tagged with the hottie in it if you need to search for someone in particular. For all Round 5 polls, click this.

FAQs:

“Where is [my favorite hot woman]?” It depends. Have you checked all the polls in the tag? Have you done a tag search for her? If you still haven’t found her, either nobody submitted her or she did not fit the criteria of being a movie woman from 1910-1970.

“Can I still submit hot women?” No, the submission window has closed. Please do not send in women you wish had made it into the bracket. I can’t do anything with those asks and they just make me sad.

“I have additional propaganda for the hot women!” Great! Send me an ask or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. You can also tag me in posts (this is the best way to submit gifsets or fancams). I don’t boost all the propaganda I see or receive, but I try to boost the best of the best.

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot woman, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them from before 1910 or after 1970). I also don’t accept propaganda of TV appearances unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves. Please break long asks full of photos up into a few short ones so I don't clog everyone's dashes. I watch every video I receive to tag for trigger warnings, so please don't send me super long videos.

I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about any hot woman. If you really hate that a certain hot woman is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. If you think a hot woman shouldn’t even be included in the tournament because of scummy things she did in her lifetime, please read my take on it here.

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot woman’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

The views expressed in the propaganda are not my own. I don’t submit my own propaganda, and I don’t change what’s submitted beyond fixing obvious spelling mistakes. If you hate a poll bio or a pic, let me know and send me something I can use instead. Thoughtless bitching gets blocked.

"Where are the hot men?" Most of them are in the shadow realm! Toshiro Mifune was crowned the winner of the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament, and the rest were banished below the earth, where shadows creep and the hours grow long. You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!), or you can do a tag search to find out what happened to a specific hot man.

"Tell me more about this shadow realm?" There is too much lore. Send me an ask about this.

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

If you want to search through the different rounds of the tournaments, or see the schedule for future tournaments, I'm including links under the cut.

Relevant tags:

First round of the hot men—#round 1 archive, #round 1 blog

Second round of the hot men—#round 2 archive, #round 2 blog

Third round of the hot men—#round 3 archive, #round 3 blog

Fourth round of the hot men—#round 4 archive, #round 4 blog

Quarterfinals of the hot men—#round 5 archive, #round 5 blog

Semifinals—#TWO KINGS archive, #TWO KINGS blog

Finals—#hot men finals

First round of the hot women—#ladies 1 archive, ladies 1 blog

Second round of the hot women—#ladies 2 archive, #ladies 2 blog

Third round of the hot women—#ladies 3 archive, #ladies 3 blog

Fourth round of the hot women—#ladies 4 archive, #ladies 4 blog

Dracula polls: #dracula daily

Other featured tags: #housekeeping (organization updates), #family lore (personal anecdotes in asks relating to the hotties or stories about sharing this poll with family members), #hollywood creatures (pets named after old movie stars), and #silly times (what it says on the tin).

Tournaments, in order:

Hot & Vintage Movie Man Tournament (completed)

Hot & Vintage Movie Woman Tournament (ongoing)

Dracula Daily movie cast polls (ongoing)

Ultimate Hottie Tournament (top brackets of the hot men & hot women competing together)

Scrungly Little Guys tournament (gender neutral)

TBD: Horror Hotties (Frankensteins, Draculas, Brides, etc.)

TBD: Dandy Detectives (Marples, Sherlocks, Nancy Drews, etc.)

fun mini polls that pits sets of characters from the same movie together, like the Philadelphia Story or Seven Brides for Seven Brothers ones (these can be found in the #minis tag)

#new masterpost! #housekeeping #ladies 5

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

lovely weather for a bonfire tonight!! congrats on 5k you beautiful beautiful writer 🫶🏼🫶🏼

can i please get forced proximity with remus 🤭

Thanks for requesting gorgeous!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 874 words

You look up at the sound of movement in the stacks, and you groan when you connect the dots. 

“You’re joking.” 

Remus lifts his brows as slides into the seat across from you, the scar next to his eye stretching with the movement. “You look surprised to see me.” 

“Slughorn told me he’d ‘connect me’ with a tutor.” You roll your eyes, dragging your thumb and forefinger over the feather of your quill so it ruffles. “He didn’t tell me it’d be one of Gryffindor’s golden boys.” 

“He might have suspected you wouldn’t accept the help.” You scoff but don’t deny it, and Remus starts taking books out of his bag, one amber eye on you. “I’m a bit surprised you need tutoring, to be honest.” 

“I barely do,” you say, hating how petulant the lie sounds as soon as it’s out of your mouth. “I just like to stay on top of things. Don’t want to fall behind.” 

He hums, a soft curl to his bottom lip as he sets his books down on the wooden table. “Suppose that’s how you’ve always stayed right on my heels.” 

“I’m going to pass you in charms this year,” you reply reflexively. Then heat rises to your face, because you very well might, but Remus will likely pass you in potions. Though the two of you have been nearly neck-and-neck for marks since you got to Hogwarts, you’ve always been better than him in potions, at least until now. 

Remus must see the shift in your mood. His posture changes, and you hate the gentleness of his tone when he says, “You probably will. So, what are we working on?” 

You huff out a breath. “Um, I’m supposed to be brewing an antidote to this poison Slughorn gave me.” 

“Okay, and what’s the problem?”

You glare at him, but Remus only looks at you steadily. “I don’t know what the poison is, much less how to find the antidote. I’ve memorized every poison in our textbook, and it doesn’t seem like any of them.” 

“It may not be in the book,” he says, voice lower and far less sharp than yours. “Do you have it with you?” 

You dig in your bag, retrieving the small vial of liquid. It’s clear but thick, a sludge that sticks to the edges of the glass when you try to swirl it. Remus takes it from you. 

“It’s not about knowing what the poison is so much as what’s in it.” He removes the stopper, sniffing tentatively at the semi-liquid stuff inside. “Once you can figure out some of the key ingredients, you can use other ingredients to nullify those in your antidote.” He holds it out a few inches from your nose. “Smell.” 

You lean directly over it and breathe in, and instantly, instinctively, recoil back into your seat. You feel your face scrunch up, throat convulsing in a gag. 

“Fuck,” you choke out, “is that how it kills you?” 

Remus chuckles, and the sound tickles down your spine like a grazing touch. 

“You did that on purpose,” you accuse. 

“It wasn’t on purpose, but it was entertaining.” 

“Dick.” 

He grins. It’s an effort not to return it. “How did it smell?” 

“Rank. As if you don’t know.” 

Remus’ grin worsens. “I mean what did it smell like, love.” 

“Oh.” You ignore the way your heart stutters at the endearment, slipped in at the end of his statement like it’s automatic. “Um, kinda like piss? But mustier.” 

“Good.” Your tutor’s voice is coaxing. He leans his elbows on the table, his eyes on yours. “What common ingredient in poisons does that remind you of?” 

The realization must show on your face, because Remus’ lips twist upwards before you even speak. “Hemlock,” you breathe. 

“There you are,” he says, nearly as quietly. “And what is the easiest ingredient to counteract hemlock with?” 

“Bezoar.” You tilt your head back, covering your face with your hands. Remus laughs again, and you hear him stoppering the vial. “I can’t believe I’ve spent all week agonizing over this, and it was that simple. I just need to make a potion with bezoar?” 

“And preferably a few other things to counteract the less fatal side effects, but yeah.” You lower your hands and Remus is giving you a knowing look, almost proud, as he passes you back the vial. “See, you managed it.” 

“Thank you,” you tell him sincerely. 

“I think you’re getting too in your head about needing to memorize everything,” he says, propping his chin on a hand. And he looks nice like this. Boyish, like someone you could honestly enjoy talking to. His hair pushes up above his ear. “You’re a hard worker, but you need to give yourself some credit for your intuition, too. You knew what the poison was once you let yourself think about it, you were just too focused on the facts to get there without help.” 

“You shouldn’t be telling me this.” You feel a smile tugging at your lips. “I’m just going to use the knowledge to beat you out in potions and everything else, you know. Being nice to me doesn’t get you a free pass.” 

Remus’ eyes crackle with challenge. “Wouldn’t expect any different.”

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x self insert #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin oneshot #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #the marauders #marauders era #hp marauders #marauders x reader

[halfmoonshines]

Hey! I saw that your requests are open and I wanted to know if I could get a fluffy angst with Damon Salvatore x poc(or ambiguous appearance, if that's easier for you) fem reader, in which she is his girlfriend and consoles him after Lily's death and understand why he reacted the way he did and don't judge him, please?

thank you for the prompt; it got me to write today!!

send any fic requests here!!

Unrepenting

damon x f!poc reader

summary; Being untouchable was one of the only things Damon had ever had a chance of being in control over. He didn't like sentimental threats to that carefully crafted shield, but if his mother dying again didn't splinter it, your love for him certainly would

angst/fluff

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Damon didn't know he was holding his breath until your hand landed on his back and he gave a sharp intake.

"I thought I would find you out here." Your warm, lilting voice was a balm over the ice that had been frosting his skin for the last hour. Since the incident.

"You know this is my favorite place to drink. The view is impeccable." Damon had always favored your family home, nestled at the edge of town right on the forest line.

The house was nice, large property and wrap around porch with perfect seating to watch the sun rise over the trees. He would always sneak out of your bed in the early hours of the morning and sit in one of your fluffy reading chairs that he swears are over the top, just to watch the sky pink on the horizon. Since having to give up the boarding house, he's basically moved in.

He wasn't relaxing in a lounger now, though. He was leaned against the railing of the porch with a glass in his hand, posture indicating nonchalance but the tightness in his shoulders told you everything you needed to know.

Your hand came around from his back to his chest, eyes trying to demand his attention. He was distracted for a moment, by how beautiful you always are. Ever-soft hair and skin a darker shade of brown than any time in the sun could do, lips that always smiled at him. Even when other people didn't.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked quietly, mouth worriedly pursing instead.

His hand that had been rising to meet yours dropped, jaw clenching as he turned back to face the treeline. "Nothing to talk about. She's dead and conveniently left us with the problem of her insane boyfriend."

His words were venomous, a swift gulp from his glass following them. You knew Damon, knew the ins and outs of his bravado and his trauma. You knew that his hatred for his mothers actions, and his grief over losing her in so many ways were not mutually exclusive. They roiled together inside of him like angry lions staking a claim.

You leaned up next to him, eyes searching for his again as he favored the sky. "We definitely do have a problem we still need to handle. And she is gone. Really gone, this time."

His tumultuous feelings simmered in the back of his throat, coating his thoughts in the same black ink reserved for all of those that he had loved too much. "Are you here to lecture me on how unhealthy it is to pretend I don't care that my mommy is dead?" He said it like a joke, some small child asking for extra desert. "Because I'm not pretending. That bitch did everything but be a mother, and now I have someone else chomping at the bit to murder me or send me to eternal prison because she couldn't even handle being a martyr correctly."

Your body shifted in front of his quickly and efficiently, shimmying yourself between the deck and him, demanding his full attention. His eyes met yours reluctantly after your hands came to rest on his chest, thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the fabric there.

"She was unhealthy, Damon. She never once chose you when it mattered, and all you wanted was what all kids want from their mothers. Love. She couldn't give it to you, and no matter what everyone else thinks - there's no right way to heal from that. You were expected to process a lot of things emotionally very quickly, and to be honest, I'm not sure she deserved your forgiveness. No one can tell you how to feel. I'm just so proud that you're allowing yourself to feel anything."

His hands coming up to touch your face almost distracted you from the mist in his eyes, and you offered him a small smile while he sought comfort at your touch.

Damon wasn't very sure about anything in his long life, even the emotions battling inside him now were ambiguous and clouded. But the dark haired man knew with every fucking fiber of his being that you were going to destroy him one day. The tears threatening to fall from his eyes an indication of the hold you had on his soul. He didn't want to think of his mom. The abandonment, resentment and lies. It bled into everything else in that little box he keeps tucked away. His father and Katherine and Stefan and Elena and everyone who had ever promised to protect him but ripped him to shreds instead were pounding at their confines, begging to wreak havoc on him.

"This really fucking sucks." His voice was almost a whisper, tears falling just as silently.

Your posture changed to match his, mirror images. Stood bent over each other, hands cupping the others face. Your fingers moved slowly, wiping the moisture from his cheeks. "It does fucking suck. You can feel however you want about that. However, we will be together in this. Whatever this is. Always."

You loved him before he saved your life, but now he was ingrained into every part of you. That night a year ago changed nothing about how you felt for Damon - he was always meant to be yours.

"Can I hold you?" Damon needed something tangible to ground him, your satin curves molded to his chest.

"Let's go inside, babe." Your smile was the same as it always was for him, large and glittering, as you grabbed one of his hands from your face to lead him inside.

You were thinking of just how much Damon Salvatore had grown over the last few years while he was moseying after you into the house, drink dangling from his fingers while he thought of what wedding ring would fit your beautiful umber colored hand best.

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my works

#damon salvatore #tvd #tvdu #tvd fanfic #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x f!reader #damon salvatore x f!poc!reader #my works #my work

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 18 – CREATURE FIC

Fangbait by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,396 Tags: Vampire Steve, One Night Stand, Blood Play

Summary: There's only one reason Tony would go to a bar like this, dressed the way he is: fangbait.

Reasons why I love it: The whole concept of humans specifically going out to get picked up by vampires is really great. And Tony obviously knows what he's doing, which I love, because confidence is sexy as hell. But so is Steve when he's fumbling every step of the way until he hits familiar ground and gives Tony the night of his life. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too, so please go and check it out!

Best Time of the Month by Onetruesikorsky

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,243 Tags: Capwolf, Knotting, PWP

Summary: Original prompt was: There are some really great capwolf fics out there, but can someone give me Tony getting down and dirty with Capwolf? Knotting not optional. So, yeah. This is Tony happily getting down and dirty with Capwolf. And knotting.

Reasons why I love it: The fact that Tony trusts Steve enough to sleep with him when he's in his wolf form speaks for itself. And Capwolf is adorable in his impatience and yet infinite care when it comes to Tony. This fic is insanely hot and surprisingly sweet, so if you love Capwolf, you're going to enjoy this one!

If the Water's Still Flowing by Sineala

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,106 Tags: Merman Steve, Interspecies Sex, Fluff and Smut

Summary: When a flight test of Tony's new Iron Man suit model sends him plunging into the depths of the Atlantic, rescue comes from the most unlikely of sources. Tony had thought mermaids were fictional, but this man is very, very real. And Tony certainly never expected the merman to be handsome... and the attraction to be mutual.

Reasons why I love it: Steve is so goddamn cute as a merman, holy shit. I love the exploration of his and Tony's cultural differences and how it translates into them having sex. It's really sweet how they keep accommodating each other until they find a way to be together. And Steve getting all hot and bothered over French kisses is so fucking cute, oh my god, I love him. Definitely go and read this one, it's so much fun!

Protecting What's Mine by ATOASTBW

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,391 Tags: Vampire Tony, Werewolf Steve, Mating Cycles

Summary: Despite being a vampire and a werewolf, Tony and Steve have overcome the odds to become best friends, and for the past six hundred years, that's all they have been: friends; nothing more, nothing less. That is, until Steve experiences a problem with one of his ruts, and being his best friend (and definitely not because he's attracted to Steve), Tony decides to help him out. However, the issues go much deeper than that of just sex, and the two are finally forced to face the true nature of their relationship.

Reasons why I love it: Steve pining after Tony for literally half a millennium and resigning himself to suffering in silence makes so much sense for his character, but holy shit, I just want to smush their face together! I love how in control Steve is throughout his rut, and how he makes sure that Tony is okay at all times. And the fluff at the end is absolute perfection. I hope you check this one out, because it's wonderful!

Turn Around (Three Times Before Lying Down) by kellifer_fic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 15,573 Tags: Werewolves, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy, billionaire philanthropist, but what they don’t know is that he’s also a werewolf. When a government agency known as SHIELD finds out, they use this information to force Tony’s hand and bring him into a new elite lycan field team, codename The Avengers Initiative. Suddenly Tony finds himself playing host to a bunch of lycans, a misplaced God of Thunder and an experimental supersoldier that isn’t as dead as everyone assumed. Can his week get any worse?

Reasons why I love it: My heart just bleeds for Steve in this one. The sentiment of being in between two groups, never really belonging to either, really hit home for me. And it's so lovely to see the pack bond form between the Avengers, especially because getting there is such a journey for them. This fic is amazing, and I highly recommend you read it for yourself!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #ficrec #fic rec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs #werewolves #vampires

[pokemonshelterstories]

Hem! Sorry to send this message to someone from Paldea, but I got the idea considering the close relationship between your region and Blueberry Academy, where I teach history -

Slim Pickens (Snorlax, late adult, male, cowboy hat) and the Little Professor (Gengar, unclear, female, mortarboard cap with bright purple tassel) are two Pokemon I've had since my former career as a Gym Leader, and I like to flatter myself by thinking that I'm in tune with their needs and emotions. (Believe me, when Slim Pickens doesn't like something, he doesn't hesitate to let me know it. His son, Shady, is the same way.) The Little Professor has been moving around and getting excited less and less as of late. While a few years ago I could find her using Pickens' stomach as a trampoline while he uneasily slept and interrupting my lessons at random with demands for attention, she's been doing that less and less lately, sleeping nearly as much as both Slims. At first I thought she was just getting older - we all are, nothing to be ashamed about - and while I admit that I missed the Little Professor's disruptive presence in my life, I assumed everything was part of the natural process of aging - or as close to the 'natural process' as a Ghost-type can manage.

Unfortunately, we've got a new Ghost-type expert teaching at Blueberry Academy, and she says that I'm 'starving' my Gengar. I was shocked since there wasn't any changes in their diet from what I'd been giving them for years - and she says that the Little Professor needs a steady supply of new 'pranks' to pull on people in order to be fulfilled, happy, and healthy, and that my insistence that the Little Professor limit their mischief to me and not permit them to bother my students is resulting in some sort of Ghost-type malnutrition.

I'm not sure I trust her - she's a bit of a mystic and given to anthropomorphization. So I thought I would ask for a second opinion, since Pokemon Centers in Unova tend to focus more on the brute survival and nutrition of the Pokemon they treat rather than 'enrichment' and environment - is my insistence that the Little Professor *not* yank chairs out from underneath my students and then levitate them around the center of the room, spinning them around near the ceiling lights, a physical or mental health issue for her? Am I really being too hard-headed and rules-oriented with my Pokemon, have I let my old Gym Leader instincts make me be too harsh and demanding? And if you aren't sure, what do you think the best way to tell or research more would be?

(NB: If this is serious enough to refer this to your local Ghost-type Gym Leader, please do not mention my identity. It's embarrassing, but I fumbled the ball *badly* when asking her sister if she was married when she visited from the Academy.)

you work at one of the most well-funded and well-regarded schools in the world and you haven't consulted their library for pokemon care information? i'd highly recommend looking there.

as for your gengar, she's just slowing down as you age, because- as i would hope a ghost-type expert knows- they're life force feeders. i'm not sure where this expert has gotten her information, but the gengar line are not like misdreavus or shuppet. they prey upon people's life force by hiding themselves in shadows. it would in fact be unusual for them to draw so much attention by playing pranks. she's less active because she's basically "aging" with you.

now, while i don't mind to reassure you on your care, i do take issue with you saying pokemon center nurses in unova dont worry about enrichment. theyre as hardworking and well trained as any other nurses i've met. if you haven't heard about care outside of battle from them, it's because you haven't asked. and as for ryme, don't assume she's not professional enough to put aside whatever faux pas you committed for the sake of a pokemon. these are professionals, and it's unkind and unfair to act like they won't do their jobs properly.

#charlietalks #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokemon behavior #pokemon care #gengar

[finniestoncrane]

🩷🍿 Finnie's 2k Follower Event 🍿💚

🩷💚🩷 EVENT NOW OPEN (May 1st) 🩷💚🩷 requests for this event will be posted from 6th of May💚 hello and welcome to my silly little cinema 🩷💚🩷💚 this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (i did 100 last time but it got repetitive so we'll see!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;💚 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?

i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]

yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]

if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which (1) character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list!)

where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)

right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]

aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]

front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]

back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]

which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)

science-fiction [smut/pwp]

horror [dead dove/something dark]

action [hurt/comfort - physical]

drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]

romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]

thriller [angst]

and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)

🥤 soda [praise kink]

🧋 bubble tea [posessiveness]

🧃 fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]

🍹 cocktail [acts of care]

🍷 wine [confessing feelings]

🍺 beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]

🍕 pizza slice [dry humping]

🍔 slider [begging]

🌭 hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]

🌶️ nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]

🍟 fries [pet play]

🥓 jerky [oral sex/rimming]

🍿 sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]

🧂 salted popcorn [watching a movie together]

🧈 butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]

🧀 cheese popcorn [rough sex]

🥨 pretzel [roleplaying]

🍩 donut ["i think i love you"]

🍪 chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]

🌈 rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]

🧁 cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]

🍎 fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]

🍫 chocolate bar [voyeurism]

🍬 candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]

🍭 lollipop [choking]

🍧 frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]

🍨 sundae [blind date]

🍦 vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]

🍌 banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]

🍑 peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]

🍒 cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]

🍓 strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]

🌰 trail mix [facefucking/face riding]

🥜 peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]

🧅 grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]

🥒 pickles [humiliation/degradation]

🥬 slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]

🔴 ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]

🟡 mustard [piss]

🟢 ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]

🥛 sour cream [cockwarming]

🥚 mayo ["let me show you"]

#finnie2k #follower milestone #x reader #fanfiction #fallout #dc rogues

[1134soup]

man i sure wish there were more reanimator video essays (wink wink nudge nudge)

#i need something to listen to while i do homework i cant just watch the movie over and over again #woohoo reanimator #reanimator #video essay #PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY IF YOU FIND ANY!!! #or like regular essays too i read these really good two essays on reanimator once and they went hard