#mini imagine

[astrophxge]

Okay so like

Ryland being kind of a perv and calling you just to get off to your voice. Yes?

Anon I love you I’m going to Die. Oh wow. I’m at work rn but god. This is gonna be short I literally have 5 minutes left of my lunch lmfao

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Imagine Ryland who is just so constantly horny for you.

He misses you a ton so he calls you, asks about your day, cock already in hand.

Every time you pause or ask about his day he says “no, no, keep talking.”

Unfortunately he’s not slick. He’s always been vocal during sex or masturbating, so after a while it’s very obvious what he’s been doing.

“So- ngh- what happened- shit- next?” He murmurs, pumping his cock slowly, trying to focus on your voice and the pleasure.

“Ry, are you jerking off?”

“F-fuck,” he sounds so embarrassed. “Sorry, sorry- I know that’s weird, I…”

“Did I say stop? Keep going, make yourself feel good for me.”

Talking him through it over the phone lordddd😫😫😫

[leonsgfpost]

Hey diva! Just wanted to say I'm crazyyyy about ur RE2 Leon fics... I've been thinking about how he would react if he found out his gf (reader ofc) had this huge fear of storms (random af I know lol) but I feel like it suits him so well, like cozy, established relationship vibes and him just being a cutie pie 😭 Anyways love ur writing!! Happy valentines ❤️

hey anon!! thank you, thank you, happy Valentine's day for you too🧚🏻‍♀️

and as for ur request, i think it's quite accurate because Leon is THAT kind of boyfriend. I'm sure he wouldn't fall asleep until u did, no matter how tired he was after his shift at the station. Feeling you shiver from the storm, he'd pull you close to his chest, one hand in your hair and the other on your lower back, making lazy little circles.

"It's okay, it'll pass." He'll say, burying his nose in your hair and closing his eyes again, trying not to fall asleep. But when he feels you shiver in his arms, he'll wake up again. "Shh, baby. Just try to close your eyes, it's all right." He'll try to comfort you with that sweet, intimate voice he has for you, for moments like these. He'll stay up all night if you need him to. Ah, he's such a sweet, sweeet boyfriend.

he's soo cute uhg

[phanta-soba]

Anyone else been that kinda tired where the only thing you dream about (when you do finally sleep) is going to sleep in a big comfy bed or is that just me

ANYWAY time to doze off and dream about being in a comfy bed with f/o(s)

[luv-4-aria]

Lovely Wife ...

husband!rick grimes x fem!wife!southern!reader [ you will be called name. ]

warnings; none

A/N; idk if this was good or not.

not edited !

"Alrighty then darlin', ill see you after yer shift..be safe rick we don't know these folks well." name gently massaged Ricks tense shoulders, a adoring look on the taller mans face as he watched at the woman he loves. “Me? Not safe? Seen when honey?” Rick slithered his arms around names waist, tugging her closer to his chest. “Oh hush yer' mouth Mister tuff guy, I reckon you get going before michoone pitches a hissy fit.” name smoothly came from Ricks embrace and around the corner of the marble counter, smirking playfully at the blue eyed man. “Quick, gimmie’ sum sugar before ye’ go. Can’t have you out there all dere’ all tense bundled up like a chickens hen now can I?” quickly placing down the box of eggs and coming back around the corner, name quickly grabbed Ricks narrowed cheeks and pulled him in for a quick kiss, a few red stained lip marks scattering over his face. “Tell Chone’ I said hello, if ye’ look in that bag I packed sum’ more collard greens n’ a little bit of Mac.” name waltzed over to the sinks counter, swiftly picking up the brown paper bag heavy and full of food. “Thank you name, I don't know what I would do without you. If I could stay with you for the rest of my day i would..” Rick watched as name grabbed a white casserole dish from their pristine white cabinets , pink and yellow florals decorated the sides of the dish. "Hold yer' horses ranger, how bout' ye' get ya' stinkin self out onto the road for ya' come up with sum' more stupid n' cheesy." Rick let out a low chuckle before rounding the corner and tugging the girl into his chest, he softly kissed name on the forehead and lips once again, leaving a small smile on names face. "Ew, can you guys not do that here?" A voice came from the stairs, there stood Carl in his plaid pajamas with Judith in her little princess onesie blabbering nonsense as she drooled on her brother. "Hush boy, you best go get ready for' I come up there and dress you myself." names words made a noticeable impact on Carl as the young boy rushed up the stairs with a hurried expression on his face. Both Rick and name busted out laughing, in that moment Rick knew he had gotten loving and lovely wife...

[mundodafantasia1d]

Mini imagine com quem quiser

*(N/F): nome do seu fav

Mais uma semana começava, mais uma manhã acordando de madrugada para ir pra faculdade. Respirei fundo, e me obriguei a sair de debaixo das cobertas, estava muito frio e meu corpo protestou por ter deixado o quentinho da cama, senti vontade de voltar mas disse a mim mesma que todo esse esforço valeria a pena.

Me arrumei, comi algo rápido pois já estava quase atrasada e peguei o transporte. A viagem foi longa, durante o caminho taylor swift cantava em meus fones de ouvido.

Parecia uma manhã normal como todas as outras nos últimos 2 anos, mas essa manhã reservava surpresas que eu nem mesmo sonhava.

O transporte parou na esquina da faculdade, mas quando fui descer, minha pernas falharam, tentei me manter de pé mas tanto tempo sentada havia feito elas adormecerem, acabei por cair de joelhos no chão.

- Tudo bem aí? - ouvi uma voz masculina atrás de mim.

Quando consegui me colocar de pé, tinha um carro preto chic parado e um homem incrivelmente bonito me olhando pelo vidro aberto.

- Sim - respondi timidamente.

Estava mortificada de vergonha, meu joelho doía mas tentei dar um passo na intenção de fugir dali, não consegui.

- Tem certeza? - olhei pra ele e sabia que estava vermelha, senti tanta vergonha, ele era tão bonito e eu estava naquela situação constrangedora.

Ele desceu do carro e veio até mim, de perto ele conseguia ser ainda mais bonito.

- Me deixa te ajudar? - ele tirou os óculos escuros e eu perdi a fala. - Você se machucou?

- Meu joelho doí - minha voz era fraca.

- Posso? - ele se abaixou e levantou a minha calça até o meu joelho. - Está ralado, tem uma farmácia na esquina, vem se apoia em mim.

Ele se levantou e se aproximou de mim, prendi a respiração, quando seu braço passou ao redor de mim pensei que meu coração iria saltar.

Eu estava vivendo um daqueles clichês de comédia romântica que eu sempre assisti?

Ele me levou até a farmácia, comprou um remédio e passou no meu joelho, ele fazia tudo com delicadeza.

- Vai melhorar logo - ele me olhou e apenas assenti. - A propósito, eu sou o (n/f).

- (S/n) - disse, apertei a mão que ele me oferecia, o homem lindo em minha frente sorriu pra mim.

- Você é sempre tímida assim?

- Estou especialmente tímida hoje após ter caído na sua frente - ele riu.

- Bom, olha pelo lado positivo.

- Qual o lado positivo de se machucar e passar vergonha?

- A gente se conheceu - sorri, tímida. - Posso te pagar um café para compensar a vergonha e o machucado?

- Quer saber, você tem razão, em tudo tem um lado bom.

Nota: eu tive que escrever porque foi baseado em fatos reais, isso acabou de acontecer comigo, exceto pela parte que o moço bonito pra caramba foi embora quando eu disse que tava bem, a sorte de viver uma fanfic com o cara lindo do carro preto eu não tive mas pra fazer compensar o tombo, a vergonha, o machucado e a tela do celular quebrada, eu transformei em um mini imagine, espero que gostem.

Du 💛

[auroraborealyss]

I want to say, I've read two of your fics and already I'm amazed by your writing. I have a strong feeling I'll read anything you produce with Dream in it :D Even if it's Dream x Reader going grocery shopping. Or Dream learning to drive. Or Dream at an animal shelter just meowing back and forth at the cats cause he is a big kitten himself. Anything.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗎𝗎 <3

𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾? 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌…? 😏

𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾, 2%, 1%, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄 ("𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗐?" 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 (𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗄𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇)

[pale-fairytales]

I saw a headcanon on here once recently (can't remember where) about transformers and how to treat injuries, metal can be grafted to the site where the robo dna will assimilate the new metal, but in emergency situations eating metal can also be an option to treat injuries and i would like to expand on it with 2 words;

Medical cannibalism

I feel like the eating method would be really really taboo and seen only as a last resort for the most dire of situations. Very very rarely used before the war in more well off places where healthcare is easily accessible/affordable/doctors don't have to scrounge for medical supplies.

Here's where my headcanon gets wild; I know in IDW (what I've read so far) that it's canon that sometimes bots get melted down to be remade into building material. But what if another more sinister torture was to hand them over to the struggling doctors in poorer areas so that they have metal to graft/feed to their ill/injured patients?

Another what if; you know how sometimes, when cows, for example, eat beef they develop mad cow disease? What if ingesting the metal is partially taboo because the mental effects are sometimes incredibly severe, sometimes so much so that it drives you mad?

Which leads me to another headcanon/what if: Megatron. He was a gladiator. And he received extensive damage constantly, because you don't fight in gladiatorial fights and not get injured. Assuming Megatron/Megatronus was at least somewhat normal/hesitant about killing (which he seemed to be occasionally in the very, very beginning of the IDW issue I've been struggling to sit down and read—) what if part of his descent into being a horrible, ruthless warlord was being left with no choice other than to eat metal from living bots? What if the reason so many of the decepticons seem as if they've lost their minds is they've been forced from one time or another to ingest metal?

Part of me also wants to involve Pharma but I don't know enough about him to include him too—I feel as though, somehow, he would be involved in pioneering for medical cannibalism.

But just imagine; you are a cybertronian, caught up in this war. Regardless of the side you choose to be on, you and a friend are stranded, gravely injured, and without extra metal to graft onto your wounds or without the necessary things to treat the injuries, you are both doomed to go offline. Your friend turns to you on the bitter ground, a sad, desperate, wild look in their optics, the look that only someone close to death can give, and says, "The allspark is calling for me." in the most grim voice. And you have to agree, because you can vaguely feel the same feelings. "But I can't let it take you too." Your friend continues. The metal about their midsection is a mess, a gaping hole having been shot right through them. Energon everywhere. Their optics look ready to shut. They grab a ragged piece protruding from the edge of the injury, and with a cry of agony, rip it off, quickening the leaking of their energon. They press the piece against your lips. "Eat it. Now." They demand.

You whimper in pain. Your tanks clench like you want to vomit. You grab your friend's shaking wrist as they try to force the piece into your mouth. You've heard the stories. You've seen what this can do. You've been lucky enough that you have not needed this sort of treatment. You can feel your life ebbing away, the cold, comforting call of the allspark, of Primus, of the afterlife whispering in your audials. You cave out of fear of what lays beyond. You eat the piece of your friend. Your data stats are flashing. Your friend's optics offline. And you sob as the hunger overtakes you.

Energon has never tasted sweeter than from the body of your friend.

[foenixs]

Imagine Woozi has had a really stressful week, always sleeping in the studio and barely eating. You are worried he's going to overwork himself and decide to plan a surprise date for him, to take his mind off of work.

You pick him up at his studio and drive to the edge of the city onto a wide, green field. Laying a blanket on the grass, you set up a little pre prepared Picknick.

He lays in your arms and you stare at the sky, trying to find shapes in the clouds.

His eyes are suddenly sparkling again and he can't help but smile with fondness, of you and the quiet of nature.