Summary: Dieter Bravo is beautiful. Sure, his wardrobe leaves much to be desired and he doesn’t always stay on top of his personal hygiene and he wanders the halls high on marijuana edibles from time to time. But still. One look at his luscious brown curls and matching piercing eyes–there’s no arguing. He’s so beautiful to look at, it’s almost cruel he’s your neighbor.
Warnings: Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Language, Soulmates AU with Identifying Marks, Mention of edibles + being high, Reader has no name or physical description except for being shorter than Dieter, Reader has a favorite book series, Pining…so much pining…
Author Note: Inspired by Dieter’s triangle tattoos. I have about 85% of this fic written so I hope to have another update soon. Thank you so much @beecastle for listening to me ramble about this idea and helping put the plot puzzle pieces together
summary: A series of vignettes centered on your relationship with one Javi Gutierrez, who tears you apart in the most wonderful way after stumbling into your life ten minutes before you finish your shift at Blockbuster Video. chapter summary: In which Javi needs your advice. rating: T [warnings: fluff, slow, slow burn, all the movie references, some quiet yearning] Pairing: Javi G x f!reader word count: ~1k note:And here’s part two! I wanna update this on Sundays and Wednesdays, I think, but that’s not a strict schedule. There should be 12 parts in all, unless something changes. Kisses to @starlightmornings for looking this over. <3
Saturday shifts are short and quiet in the afternoon. Sometimes you leave the door open to lure in a balmy breeze. Key West, Florida does not care that it’s January. On this particular morning, it had dropped just under fifty degrees, and you’d broken out a knit sweater in celebration. By midday, though, it’s back to the seventies, and you’ve thrown it aside.
All this to say that there is no bell to alert you to a customer’s presence when the door is open, and that’s how Javi Gutierrez ends up scaring you half to death in the comedy aisle. There are never any customers between noon and 4:30 pm, so you thought you had some time to face the shelves while your manager is at lunch.
The way this sweet story already has a chokehold on me??? The gentle yearning, the insecurities bubbling under the surface, the tender, tentative first steps they’re making here… I love it all so much!
Your storytelling always captures just enough detail to set me off imagining while letting my mind run free and create the full picture and I can LITERALLY feel that Florida sunshine.
They weren’t ugly eyes by any means, but they definitely weren’t yours, and for the first time in days you felt the gravity of the situation bearing down on you.
Content warnings: Oh BOY. Canon-typical violence, human-to-alien transformations, possessive mando, one (1) mostly lighthearted medical exam complete with chapter-specific oc, birthing/spawning. Big Decisions, Big Feels, BIG FUCKING ANGST. More breeding, more things going in things and it feeling good, funky wigglers, and the strangest smut scene I’ve ever tried to put together.
A/N: The final chapter(???)! Woohoo! What a wild ride, and it’s about to get wilder. I really poured some of my personal struggles into this and it’s gonna be really ouchy hurty for a bit but I %100 do not do sad endings so be strong with me! I think writing this has officially turned me to the dark side of writing Weird Fuckedup Shit and you know what? I’m ok with that! If you like my freaky deeky work, feel free to ask for more >:3 Anyway, good luck and have fun, and I’ll see you in the light at the end of the tunnel ❤
There’s no such thing as darkness on Nevarro.
Even in the dead of night there is a persistent haze of light, filtering through the low-hanging clouds of volcanic gas. No moon illuminates the lava flats, only the red, pulsating glow of magma breaking up through the ground, rivers of crimson undulating through the night; the planet’s life-blood spilling and coagulating into sheets of obsidian.
The pyroclastic gravel crunches under your boots as you move through the city, between the narrow, ashy alleyways that pockmark the quiet streets. The molten luminescence of the sky fades behind you as you and your companion duck into a hidden stairwell, the inky void of the sewer swallowing you both whole.
It’s cooler down here than on the surface, but the metallic tang of sulfur is just as strong, maybe even stronger. You pulled the collection of cloaks you wore tighter around your rounded body, hiking the one tied as a skirt around your waist up so as not to trip down the stairs, but even if you did you knew the monolith of beskar leading the way would catch you if you fell.
The Mandalorian would never let anything happen to his precious buir’ika.
Din sucked marks into the tender skin of your thigh, leaving a trail of faint purple welts. “Always gonna make sure your belly is full, ner sarad, make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
Content warnings: Everything from chapter 1 (breeding, pregnancy, eggs, alien junk, etc.) Adding lactation/breastfeeding, cum eating, cockwarming/stuffing, orgasm denial, surprising alien pregnancy side effects, biology changes, nerd moments. There’s also a bit of Real Talk regarding the situation but it’s quick.
A/N: This is like 98% smut with a nice glob of ooey gooey fluff sprinkled in story glitter because I want to make this a 3 part series and I wasn’t ready to end it. Have fun!
The sulfurous mid-afternoon air hung heavily in the old cantina, pushed lazily by the breeze coming in through the open door. Odd-bladed fans did their best to keep the air moving, but the glass of spotchka in Karga’s hand was still sweating with condensation, dripping when he tilted it back to his mouth. Across from him, the lone Mandalorian placed his collection of completed bounties on the counter quickly, seemingly eager to conclude business.
“Surprised to see you here by yourself, Mando. Where’s your partner?” Karga asked, swilling his glass around in one hand, his brow cocked quizzically.
“She’s… not feeling all that well. Told me to come collect for both of us.”
The Guild agent hummed his disapproval, taking a long, thoughtful sip of his drink. “Strange, I don’t think I’ve seen you apart since I teamed you two up. You… you didn’t killher finally, did you?”
“No!” Mando stammered, raising his palms defensively. “She… she just ate some bad rations is all. She’ll be alright after some rest.”
“Mmm.” A wry smile tugged at the old agent’s lips, a knowing glimmer in his eye. “Well, my friend, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were getting a soft spot for that little lady. But you’re solid beskar all the way through, aren’t you?” Greef’s smile widened devilishly when Mando’s helmet tilted just a bit, a motion that would go unnoticed by any who didn’t know him. “You’re not getting softon me… are you?”
“No.” Mando lied, fidgeting with the ends of his gloves while Karga eyed him up and down, well aware of the hunter’s tells. The armored hunter usually chose silenceover confrontation, and his defensiveness gave away more than words ever could. “Can I just get some new pucks, please?”
“If you insist.” A scattering of fresh pucks clackered to the table after the spent ones disappeared, but the Mandalorian’s thoughts were too occupied with you to give them much consideration as he scooped a handful off the countertop. Collecting his pucks and fobs and credits, Mando bulldozed out of the cantina, ignoring the roaring laughter coming from the familiar booth.
The armored hunter hurried through the streets of Nevarro, only making pit stops to load up on snacks and ration tins, and a veryharshly-demanded rancor wrap before heading back to the Crest.Food seemed to be the most rapidly exhausted amenity on the old gunship as of late, because someone…
You’d had to bite down on the corner of your blanket when you thought of him pinning you to the wall or bending you over the dashboard, stuffing you full of his length while he groaned his praises in your ears until you were soaked.
Summary: You discover your hunting partner isn’t human, which in a galaxy far, far away isn’t that strange until his alien needs become too much for him to hide.
Rating: Explicit as FUCK
Word count: 9.2k
Content warnings: Major kinks: breeding and pregnancy, eggs and oviposition, mpreg/fpreg, alien genitalia. Minor kinks: praise, eating and weight gain. Kink sprinkles: threw some things in like just a tad of sex pollen, hair pulling, spanking, a very brief daddy kink, theidea of a/b/o. There’s a few more but if you’re familiar with my writing you know what’s up. Negatives: body horror, dysphoria.
A/N: Yeah… um… hm… So this is some weird shit but if you enjoyed Garden of Ishtar this will be right up your alley. If that was weird and creepy for you then this is not for you! You have been warned!!!
There’s something strange going on with your partner.
Mando, as he insisted on being called, even though that was clearly nothis real name, had been acting differently recently. Though he was an odd one from the get-go, the burly, short-tempered, efficienthunter took some getting used to, but now something about him was off.
It was a strange partnership you’d gotten yourself into, ever since that day you had been sitting in the same cantina booth as him on Nevarro, arguing with Karga over the last available bounty puck.
“Karga, I’m not splitting a puck with this guy.”You’d barked, crossing your arms and leaning back with a huff. Next to you, the armored stranger grunted in agitated agreement, his plated shoulders catching the light as they stiffened. You didn’t know each other, and as far as you could tell the only thing you both had in common was that you both worked for the Guild.
“Well that’s too bad!” The old agent stated, shaking his head. “This is the last one I’ve got until next month, so unless one of you wants to wait until then, this is all I have left. You’re going to have to work together as a team.”
“Unless I kill her first.” The iron giant said coldly, not even looking your way.
“I’d like to see you try.”A knife flew from your belt to the table as you buried the tip of it in the faux wood counter, glaring daggers with your eyes at his shiny metal head.
“Easy now, we’re all friends here! Can’t have my twobest hunters fighting, or killing each other…”
“Bullshit, I’m the best hunter here, Kargsy, and you know it.” Fury seethed from your words, but it was seemingly lost on the other man. “Tinman here can go fuckhimself.”
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“No, but I fuck yours with it!”
Greef slammed a fist down on the table, making the trio of spotchka glasses bounce and spill. “That’s enough,either you two figure out how to play nice or neither of you will be getting this puck, or any other pucks for that matter! And that’s final!”
@academicdisasterfic is the master of the prompted microfic. the thought of getting a random prompt in my ask box and then absolutely nailing the execution of it gives me fits of anxiety, but he does it with incredible precision. my favorite has to be this one where remus and draco have a discussion about being trans; it simply took my breath away.
i know i mentioned it before, but it bears repeating: his letters in transition series with @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm is the most special thing on tumblr. the posts make me take a good, hard look at myself every time they come out, and my heart simply bursts when I read the pure, honest beauty that joy and rooney have chosen to share with us. again, words are failing me but I had to try.
random superlatives and recs:
took my breath away: like the sun came out// E // 3K // Drarry // i can pretty safely say that i’ve read hundreds of stories about harry and draco falling in love but this one felt particularly special and sweet. it’s the conversation, the “‘Look at me,’ Harry breathed. ‘I’m always looking at you.’” moment where harry realizes what’s happening and how deep he is and my goodness it’s just perfect.
for a fic tagged PWP it is incrediblysweet:Keep Me Here// E // 7K // Harry/Teddy/Draco // not that PWP and sweetness are mutually exclusive by any stretch but my goodness the feelings are just gorgeous.
“Overall unhinged but in an awesome way”: Sourdough// M // 17K // Drarry // I love how harry and draco are with each other in this fic. rooney’s tagline on tumblr “i write stories about odd people finding love and happiness” really resonated for me as an odd person, and I love how he (and harry) handled draco’s agoraphobia with grace and care. such a sweet, fluffy fic; would read again and again.
heartbreakingly beautiful story about Big Love:Crawl Back Into Your Open Arms // E // 5K // Drarry // love Rooney’s magical theory in this, so smart and devastating. I loved his Draco, with his huge terrifying love and his unwillingness to settle and his wanting to save Harry and knowing when to walk away. thank you, rooney, for that ending. I needed it.
I’m saving this for Christmas because I want to read it when it’s snowy and cozy and I can’t wait:A Melody of You and Me // E // 64K // Drarry // so like, not to wish away 2022 by any means but I’m pretty excited for it to be december.
rooney, i feel pretty lucky to get to be in your orbit and hope to get to know you better. i hope you’re having a great day.
for more info on mutuals march and/or to figure out why the hell I just wrote an ode to you, check out this post.
I said I was going to start posting this tomorrow, but I ended up stuck in a waiting room today for 2 hours with Wi-Fi and my laptop. It is what it is.
A strangers-to-lovers fic featuring Sailor!Crowley & Gentleman!Aziraphale weathering England’s last great outbreak of bubonic plague together in isolation.
Something about this wretched, wonderful place they were in made it easier to tell secrets. It was just the two of them here, like they were in a lifeboat far out to sea. Trapped and scared, going mad from the doldrums, and yet free to say anything they damn well pleased. Who could hear them? Only Aziraphale, and Crowley found that he wanted this lonely, beautiful, impossible man to know that they were alike. That, even as different as they were, they came from the same original stock.
Anthony Crowley’s luck ran out when the captain of his last ship tossed him out on the London docks without pay in the middle of a plague. Hungry and desperate, Crowley breaks into a house abandoned by a rich family fleeing the city. Instead of food or money, though, he finds the gentleman of the house still locked inside. Aziraphale Fell is suspected of carrying the plague, and now, all because Crowley picked the wrong window to break open, they must serve out this quarantine together.
Can Crowley survive the next forty days in isolation with a stranger? He’s used to living at the whims of the high seas, but the secrets Aziraphale Fell is keeping might prove to be even more dangerous… and more alluring.
How did Mulder and Scully get from being on the run at the end of “The Truth” to living in a house together while Scully is working in a hospital at the start of “I Want to Believe?” This fic explains it with an emotional depth that’s very compelling and fitting for these two characters and their deep, entangled history.
Title:Compass Author: SeemaG (@seemaunbound) Summary: The truth was a harsh compass. Post series, pre-XF2 movie. Length: 21,324 words Classification:Post-series Rating: Teen and up Spoilers: The Truth, I Want to Believe Favorite line: They were in constant orientation and orbit, moving to and from, always finding their way, sometimes together, but always alone.
Mulder and Scully find themselves trapped with the only thing to do being to talk to each other while they wait for help. Things get personal, very personal.
Title:What Hands Do Author:Mish Summary: “And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.” I think that about covers it. Length: 31k (~5,550 words) Classification: M/S UST, some Angst Rating:R Spoilers: Slight one for “Fight the Future” Favorite line: Sea nymph Scully is quickly joined in my fantasy by Speedo Mulder, and things quickly deteriorate into the FBI-agent-on-vacation version of “From Here to Eternity.”
If you like historical AUs, you’ll like this one! Here a young Mulder and Scully meet in the early 1900s. Mulder’s sister Samantha is ill, and both she and Mulder become fascinated with the pretty young lady from down the road who’s living with her uncle (a doctor) and studying medicine.
Title:The Doctor’s Niece Author: AweburnPhoenix (@aweburnphoenix) Summary: Historical AU: Philadelphia, Christmas 1918. WWI is finally over, and William Mulder has returned home from combat. Unfortunately, this means his family expects him to marry Diana Fowley – a marriage he went to war to avoid. Things get even more complicated when he meets Katherine Scully, a woman ahead of her time who is studying to be a doctor at the Woman’s Medical College of Pennsylvania, and who his family disapproves of. Length: 15,976 words Classification: AU, UST to RST Rating: Teen and up Spoilers:None Favorite line: This was her first real male patient and she tried to convince herself that that was the reason for her nervousness, and it had nothing to do with the fuzzy feeling in her lower belly.
since as of now I’ve already written a few full length one shots on top of my tumblr headcanons it’s probably time for a short tumblr masterpost. I hope you enjoy reading the full length fics as much as the headcanons and my asks/messages are always open if you want to send you own headcanons or talk about it <3
i’ll give you what you beg for (AO3 link) - 5k - E - After a show, still high on adrenaline, Jaskier unleashes his naughty side and teases Geralt into giving him exactly what he wants.
Summary:John had only been admiring the way the lanky first year student moved when he danced, really. He would never have made a move on him himself. He wasn’t even sure he was attracted to men at all.
chubby! reader cause Miya Twins eat chubby girls up
DILF Atsumu who ages like fine fucking wine. Who seems to get more attractive with age, in every way. Like his brother, he’s bulked up with age, big where he was once lean, pecs nice and round, arms big n strong enough to bounce you up and down his cock for hours. Stopped holding back his accent years ago, now completely confident after seein the way you shiver when he slurs his words in your ear. Retired off the court, and now coaching on the sidelines, he’s got the perfect gig to keep his body fit and his wallet fat. He feels now more than ever fit to take care of you.
DILF Atsumu who’s a natural sugar daddy. who’s dick gets hard when you spend his money. who pouts at ya anytime you come home empty handed, and pulls out his phone to check his transactions, little pout settling into a reassured smile when he sees the charges you left for him. At first you felt nervous at the sheer amount he gives you. “I make a lotta money, doll,” he says so nonchalantly when you worry at him for it, “would go to waste if i didn’t spend it on ya.” he’d wink, kissing your forehead. A little telepathic signal letting you know it’s okay, he wants to spoil you. “Everytime you whine about it ‘m just gonna order you a new lingerie set n fuck ya till ya get it through yer head.”
And he does. He’s such a pussy bullyandheknowsit! Pounds into your cervix at top speed till your head spins. His stamina has only grown with age, and with his newfound strength he can man-handle you into any position he wants you in. And he knows he can, knows he can fuck you better than you ever thought possible. Makes you scream his name as he rails you through your orgasm- and laughs at you. He’s so mean without even tryin :’(
“Pretty lil thing, gotcha cryin on my cock, huh?” he teases as he smacks the fat of your ass, grinning wickedly as he watches your body jiggle against the snap of his hips. “hope yer not done, darlin, we gotta long night ahead of us.”
Folds you into a press so he can see your tummy roll up under him, eyes glued to the way your tits bounce. Switched up his rhythm to see them jump just the way he wants.
DILF Atsumu who laughs into his groans as he fills you up. Who pulls out and presses your legs back to watch his cum ooze out of your pretty little abused hole. Eats it out of you too, he’s such a menace :’<
contains ;f!reader, age gap (satoru is 30+ and reader is in university), corruption, virgin kink, slight angst with a happy ending, fingering + praise.
word count ; 2930.
note ;repost / rewrite from my old blog !! pls let me know if i missed any warnings <3 rb’s + comments greatly appreciated!!
gojo satoru is insatiable.
he always has been, and a trait like that doesn’t just diminish with age. especially not when he has so many cute, starry-eyed young women that simply adore him. he demands attention from every room he’s in, wide eyes find him like moths to a flame, and he eats up every second.
Title:(We Can Burn) Brighter Than the Sun Series:Dragons Soar the Skies With Plentiful Fields Below Fandom:BBC’sMerlin Author:Batsutousai Chapter: 11 of 26 Rating:M Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, past-Arthur/Gwen, background relationships Warnings: AU, time travel fix-it, PTSD, immortal!Merlin, powerful!Merlin, grief and loss, allusions to suicide Summary: Merlin has been alive for 1500 years, and he’s long since accepted that Arthur’s not coming back. But there may yet be a chance that he can go back to Arthur and get a chance to not fail his king.
Chapter Eleven—Platinum Soul
Elena waited until they were inside the castle, and mostly far enough from any prying ears to keep from chancing being overheard, to ask, “Do they know? About your–” She wiggled the fingers of her free hand.
Merlin snorted quietly, because Will’s hand signal for magic was remarkably similar. “Yes. It came to light when I was healing Prince Madoc,” he explained; the royals had decided it would be Madoc who had fallen ill, likely so no one would question why it wasn’t announced that his heir apparent was ill. Not that most of Albion’s rulers would really expect Gwrthefyr to name Alicia heir, not when she was female. Which was, Merlin knew, utter bollocks, not that he expected his feminist beliefs to make much of a dent in the modern mindset.
Elena was quiet for a long moment, presumably considering that, then said, “Dyfed has always seemed to have a lighter stance when it came to magic. Father said the late queen was a sorcerer.”
“So I’ve been told,” Merlin agreed, because that hardly would have been a secret before the Purge; it didn’t surprise him that Godwyn would know about it. And, so long as Dyfed remained under Uther’s radar, Merlin didn’t suppose it really mattered if he confirmed something that was, no doubt, public record.
Elena nodded. “I suppose I shouldn’t be too cross with you for finding a different kingdom to settle properly in.” She shot him a sideways glance that made him feel like he should be stiffening, then commented, “I don’t remember ever seeing any rings, though.”
In which Fred Weasley loves watching you paint. // MASTERLIST. Request: Not requested, thought of it while trying to fall asleep and now, here we are! Word Count: 943 Warnings: Brief mention of food (baked goods). Reblogs are very much appreciated, thank you! DO NOT REPOST! I do not give consent or permission for my work to be reposted elsewhere! Thanks!
There were very few things that could tame the beast that was Fred Weasley and his inclination towards mass amounts of chaos, even if only for a short span of time.
Hold a freshly baked cake or a few warm muffins to his nose, especially if they were made by his wonderful mother, and he would be quite content for a good few minutes. Placing a few ingredients for whatever new product he and George were setting their sights on would do the trick, as well. Asking him if he could help with a particularly problematic Arithmancy or Charms paper would get him to settle for an hour or two, surprisingly.
Another thing he would instantly calm at, something that could keep his mind on one track was you. More specifically, watching you paint.
