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me: yeah I don't know if I'm going to be adding Robot to my F/O list quite yet...
also me: *starts making a Lost in Space S/I + coming up with a way that I could meet Robot in the story + brainstorming ship tag ideas*
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#i am waiting a bit to add him to my f/o list just in case it's just a passing crush#but i still would love a lost in space s/i#i'd love to be the aunt to the kids - either going to be john's sister or maybe just a family friend with the honorary title of aunt#and an exobiologist in training - very interested in aliens#maybe even working under hiroki?#anyway she's just fascinated with robot - a new alien species to study!#and her studying him always them to Bond#i'm only halfway through s1 it is tooo early to be mkaing an s/i!!#but i'll just be open to changing stuff around as i work my way through the series#🌺 let me observe you (lovingly)#🌺 yearning hours#yearning hours#waves.txt
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Name: F Boy (again)
Debut: Super Mario Land 2: Six Golden Coins
It feels so strange to look back on my very first post for this blog! It’s so... dry! Where’s the passion? Back then I really had no idea what I was doing and was just kind of imitating Mod Chikako hoping nobody would notice... but thanks to all the love this blog has received, I think I can write with a lot more confidence now! Not to get all sappy on the first paragraph, but I really appreciate everyone who reads this blog with all of my heart. And that includes You!
But if I’d known I’d spend several years using the moniker “Mod F Boy”, I probably would’ve put more thought into the name I picked, huh? I’m not even sure I’m a boy anymore! I just thought the name was funny and that was that! But given how indecisive I can be, maybe it’s a good thing it was so spontaneous... Like it or not though, I am more attached to the concept of “F Boy” then I was three and a half years ago, so it’s only fair I give F Boy the post he deserves and write a whole lot more about him!
Believe it or not, F Boy is a fire enemy! A single flame with dot eyes, the classic design they’ve been using since Fire! I’ve expressed love for them in the past, but this little dude is a little different... it isn’t found in a lava or castle stage like you might expect, but the spoooky scaaary stages, AKA Pumpkin Zone! Why’s that?
Enter the hitodama! Literally using the characters for “human soul”, these ghostly wisps of fire from Japanese folklore are probably something you’re familiar with even if you don’t know it! The Litwick Pokémon line, the flames on Jibanyan’s tail, the little flames around the boy from the toilet anime, or even the Embers from Paper Mario... that’s really just a couple of specific examples off the top of my head, but they are in basically anything associated with Japanese ghosts!
Though... all this time I’ve always called them hitodama, but I should probably specify they aren’t the only kind of ghostly fireballs! Onibi (demon fire) are often described similarly, and I’m not totally sure what the difference is! I suppose they would be more demonic hence the name, and probably less of a good idea to get close to. Also, if they're made by fox demons, they’re kitsunebi (fox fire)! Isn’t that neat! But there are no foxes to be found here, so F Boy definitely isn’t that (Unless it stands for Fox Boy...?).
However, you might be more familiar with the concept of will-o’-the-wisps, a similiar kind of legend from Europe- in fact, a whole number of cultures around the world have stories of ghostly lights and flames! There’s two explanations for this, either that it is a misunderstanding caused by some chemical reaction (boring, lame) or that hitodama are real and really exist for real (fun, exciting)! I encourage everyone to go outside with a net and catch as many as they can.
Even though hitodama can be red or orange in some traditional accounts, they’re mostly described as blue and most modern media sticks with that! Which makes it quite weird that F Boy... isn’t! He is a rather fetching orange of course, and without the added context of spooky old Pumpkin Land you wouldn’t be mistaken for thinking he is a lava enemy that just got lost or something!
Now, moving on to a completely different topic, something else that is great about F Boy is his little cheeks. Have you seen them? Here is the picture one more time in case you forgot after all that. He doesn’t have one in the sprite, so isn’t it quite weird to give a fireball enemy such distinct little cheeks? I want to squeeze them, even if they are probably intangible.
And finally, we come to the part we’ve all been waiting for- the name! You were thinking it, I was thinking it, it’s probably the only reason I chose to write about him in the first place! Because F Boy is a funny name for an enemy! I think it’s just quite silly to describe a fireball as a “boy” in the first place, as a term of endearment. It is just a boy! A little guy! He’s not hurting anyone!
But then they add to that name- one letter. That one letter, F. It changes everything. All of a sudden, there’s a question floating in the air- what, pray tell, does the F in F Boy stand for?
If you’ve been following our blog for a while, you might remember we added an addendum to the original F Boy post, saying the mystery had finally been solved- the English version of the Super Mario Bros. Encyclopedia lists his name as Fireball Boy, which is a pretty definitive answer right?
But since then, it’s been more or less exposed that this translation took a bunch of unsourced and conjectural names from the Mario Wiki, leading to something of a controversy and a Mario Wiki page that is essentially just roasting the whole thing! If even the Wiki doesn’t accept this book as an official source, I wonder if there’s any merit to the name Fireball Boy at all! Either way it’s odd how this is the ONLY name they changed... do they know something we don’t? I dunno!
My next evidence to present to the court is something that isn’t really related to F Boy at all! Rather, in Super Paper Mario, the Lava Bubble enemy has a tattle that reads the following:
It's a Lava Bubble. This fiery magma boy loves the heat... Max HP is 1 and Attack is 4. Obviously, it's quite immune to fire... It pops out from below when people approach, so take care when jumping over lava...
Fiery magma boy! The chances of this bit of text being intended as a reference are very very slim, but what if, you see? What if? It’s still a fun coincidence, but what if though??
But of course, my favourite possibility is that it isn’t a word related to fire at all and is actually something completely different! I looked up a list of adjectives beginning with F and I’d like to highlight ones I want F Boy to have. Fabulous! Friendly! Faithful. Fantastic. Fascinating! French? Fresh! Fun, and Funky! Faultless. Fetching. Feminist! Festive. Formidable. All these and more describe the complex soul that is F Boy.
After all is said and done, that is F Boy! Who would’ve thought that a little monochrome fireball enemy from a Game Boy game could have kicked off so many months of writing for this blog? I said in the first paragraph that I would not get too sappy, but now we are in the last one I can be as sappy as I dang well please! This blog has brought me such incredible joy and friendship that you can’t even imagine, and my only hope is that I can convey these feelings to even one person who reads these silly posts. If you are reading this? I hope you have a wonderful day! I hope you have a wonderful life! I hope you never forget to be passionate about the things that really don’t matter at all, because no one else can decide for you what is worth caring about! Mwah! A kiss goodbye. I’m not sure how to end this post.
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Up To Interpretation Michael Jackson x reader
(Victory Tour)
I stand on the corner of the stage, the arena dead silent around me. I hear a radio playing softly from somewhere backstage and I sign along, closing my eyes and letting my hands dance and tell the story the singer weaves. I hear the click of hard souls on the concrete, their clacks drawing closer to me. The squeak of sneakers, or some kind of rubber soled shoe follows behind the first set. I don't stop signing through the interruption, focused on keeping up with the speed and the intent behind it. I hear both feet whispering to each other, but I don't pay them any mind. I have to be perfect for the first performance of the tour. The rubber soles squeak away as the click clack of the other pair grows closer. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to the hard soled feet. I am met with one of the singers I am interpreting tonight. I concentrate on his eyes, signalling him to go on. Behind him, I see one of his brothers run up behind him, his rubber sneakers squeaking across the stage, a notebook and pen in hand. He shouts "I got what you asked for Mike!" Mr. Hard Shoes glances over his shoulder and accepts the items. Opening the book, he scribbled down on the paper. He quickly shoves the book into my hands and gestures to me to read what he had written. "Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. Who are you and what are you doing here?" His handwriting is a bit difficult to read, random capitalization's here and there, and the words scribbled quickly and carelessly. I guess I was taking too long to read the note, sneakers huffing out a "Great, not only is she deaf, but illiterate." I swallow and hand the book back to Michael, turning to sneakers. I stare him in the face as I sign. "Me not deaf. Me hearing. Me don't speak. Me sign. Me sign for you."
A/N: This is ASL Gloss, The sentence structure for ASL is a bit different than regular English. ASL is quick and to the point, since there are no signs for words like "and" "the" "or" etc. Deaf People are not cavemen, they can express the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas we can, they just do it a little differently.
His mouth drops open a little bit in confusion, his eyes locked on mine as he says to Michael, "What is she saying and why is she staring at me?" I roll my eyes and turn back to Michael. I sign "Your book, you give me? Please?" Michael gets the picture, the sign for book clueing him in. "Oh! You want my notebook? Here." He hands me the notebook and pen and I write carefully and legibly. "I'm not deaf. I'm actually hearing. I'm mute, so I sign. I'm your interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour." I hand the book back and patiently wait for him to read it. He playfully smacks sneakers upside the head, laughing out a "You idiot, she's not a crazy fan. She's our interpreter for the show! And she heard everything you said." I smile, seeing the relationship the two have.
Sneaker's eyes widen comically as he realizes how far he stuck his foot in his mouth. He walks up to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Jackie. We just saw some girl standing on stage waving her hands around like a crazy person, and didn't know what to think." I shake his hand, signing book again so I can properly introduce myself. Under my previous message I write "I'm Y/N, I understand the confusion. I'm mute, meaning I can't talk, but I can hear everything just as well as you can. For some reason, the fact that I can't talk made them hire me on the spot. I was actually about to ask for the set list so I can rehearse, or at least be a little prepared for tonight." I hand the notebook to Jackie and keep the pen to myself, writing on my wrist to purchase a few notebooks myself. He nods and leads me to the backstage area, Michael following close behind. "I'll introduce you to the guys and get you the set list, alright?" I nod my head, memorizing the path since I probably won't be able to ask for directions if I got lost.
Jackie leads me to a dressing room filled with four other guys and two girls. Michael introduces me to the group, "Guys, this is Y/N, she's our interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour. Y/N, this is Jermaine, Marlon, Randy and Tito. These are our sisters La Toya and Janet." I wave to them, staying silent. Marlon says "Cool, signing even when off the clock, nice gimmick." I look back to Michael and sign "They read book." He stutters out "Oh right. Here guys, this should explain some." He takes the notebook from his pocket and tosses it to Jermaine, who then passes it around. La Toya walked up to me with this glint in her eye. "Oh! You're so pretty! If we were going anywhere else, I wouldn't do a thing, but those stage lights will completely wash you out, even the guys have to wear makeup. Can I get you ready?" I think about it, and nod. I hold up a finger, and write down. "It has to be simple. Nothing flashy. Rules of the game. No jewelry, no distracting clothes, no sparkle eye makeup. Not up to me, just comes with being an interpreter." She reads it quickly and sags her shoulders a bit. "Fine, I get it. Nothing too flashy. But I promise, we're going to have some fun." She drags me to a second dressing room, one with lit up mirrors and vanities. She sits me down and pulls out a giant makeup case. I relax my face and let her do her thing, trusting her to not go overboard. She plugs in a curling iron as she finishes up my makeup. Without any paper around, I try my best to communicate. I pull my hair back, off my face, another rule of interpreting. Luckily, La Toya got the message. "Oh! Hair back, got it." She curls my hair, completely covering it in hairspray, and gives me a beautiful bun on the top of my head, leaving the second half of my hair down. I inspect myself in the mirror, never feeling this beautiful in my life. I turn to La Toya and sign "Thank you", hoping that if she doesn't understand my hands, she can understand the look in my eyes.
I walk out into the hallways, now hustling and bustling as it gets closer to show time. I was given the set list and lyric sheet for the night while I was made over. I run the entire show at least 5 times before being called to take my place, the instructional prologue getting ready to play.
By the end of the show, my wrists and fingers ached from the fast movements to stay on pace with the band. Walking backstage, I just want to take my makeup off and stretch out my aching joints. Michael stops me in the hall and asks me, "Hey, you want to fly with us? I'd love to get to know you more, plus give you the set list for the next show to let you practice." I nod, wanting to answer his questions. He lights up. "Maybe, you can teach me some sign language? Don't get me wrong, I love writing back and forth, but it'd be cool to sign to each other" He leads me to the limo that is taking him to the hotel and then the airport in the morning. "I'm not sure where your room is, but I can have your stuff sent to mine and we can talk some. If you'd like." I shrug my shoulders, I didn't know either. He makes a quick phone call and I watch the lights move past. "Hey, Y/N, you were really cool there. It was like you were singing and dancing with your hands at the same time. Why don't you talk? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer." I hold out my hand for the notebook and try my best to write on the bumpy road. "Long story. I'll tell you at the hotel, roads too rough to write it out on the way." He reads my writing and nods in understanding. "I get it." We fall into a comfortable silence as we drive to his hotel.
I follow Michael through the lobby, up the elevators and to his suite. My bags are placed in the main room, and Michael stretches his arms above his head. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to go take a shower. If your story really is as long as you're saying, go ahead and start writing it down. I can read it while you shower." I nod and he hands me a legal pad, much better than the little hand notebook Michael carried around at all times. I sit down and start writing.
"I've been mute since I was 6 years old. My dad and I were going to the record store to listen to some and take others home to add to our collection. The light turned green, and we went, but someone else swerved into our lane, causing a head on collision. My dad died on impact, but they said he didn't feel any pain. Pieces of glass got caught in and cut my throat. I woke up in the hospital with no vocal chords, no voice. The damage done was too much for them to take and they had to be removed. I don't want your pity, I've gotten nothing but pity since I was 6. I'm not fragile and you do not need to treat me as such." I put the pen down just as Michael finished up in the bathroom. I gestured to the pad, and grabbed clothes for the shower. When I came out Michael was just staring at the paper, some areas warped with his spilled tears. He looked up at me with glossy eyes and enveloped me in his arms. "Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. We don't have to talk about it or anything. We can just go to bed right now if you want." I shake my head. I break away reluctantly and go back to the paper. "No, it's ok. If you have any questions I will do my best to answer them." He thinks for a moment and asks, "Can you make any sounds? If you don't have vocal chords, how can you be vocal?" I hum a little tune, and make a couple of noises. We sit down, and he asks me to teach him to sign. We start with finger spelling.
"What's your favorite candy?" "(F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E C-A-N-D-Y)" "Wow! I love those! I like S-K-I-T-T-L-E-S. Oh! And P-E-A-N-U-T M-N-M-S!" I smile at him. He's a really fast learner. I yawn and glance at the clock. I sign "time" and point at the clock. He follows my finger and reads the time. "Oh wow, 1:30. We should probably get to bed. I'll take the couch and see you in the morning." I reach for the pen to protest but he snatches it before I can lay a finger on it. "No Ifs ands or buts. I'm taking the couch." I roll my eyes, signing "Silly boy" and making my way to the bed. I fall into a blissful sleep easily.
The next morning Michael and I are on our way to the plane, the next stop being Irving. We sit across from each other, Michael signing what he can, and writing what he can't. I teach him little words and phrases as we go, and specific ones at his request. Sooner than expected we touch down and make our way to the venue. The entire tour goes by in a flash, performing every night with the boys, only watching from the wings our eight shows in Canada. On our last night in LA and my last night on the job, Michael drops a bomb on everyone around the world. That this was the last show for the tour. I translated what he said for the audience, a look of complete confusion on my face. I struggled to focus on the task at hand, translating for those Deaf at the show, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The show had ended finally and it was chaos backstage. People yelling at Mike for his cancellation, calling it selfish, immature. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I knew that this was my last show, and that I would no longer be working with the band, but I thought he would at least tell me since I thought we were close. I pushed through the throngs of angry managers and crew members back to my little corner.
I gathered my things, coming across one of the notebooks that Michael and I had practically filled. The others full of writing were in my suitcase back at the hotel. In my heartache, I accidentally dropped the notebook, its pages falling open on impact. A page filled with shading and lines caught my attention, its place in the back making it invisible to me. Examining it closely, I realize it's an incredibly done sketch of me, done by Michael. I was asleep when he did this. I think it was on the plane to Denver. I gently closed the pages, and placed it into my bag.
I turned my gaze to the sound of the door opening, revealing none other than the artist himself. With creased eyebrows, I simply sign "Why?", not understanding why he did it a bit. He sagged, as if all the air had been let out of him. "Because, Y/N, I couldn't stand being under their thumb anymore. I couldn't work with Joseph anymore, I need to be the one in control. I want to make my own music, send my own message, without anyone telling me otherwise." I nod, understanding where he was coming from, but sad to see him go. I wiped at my tears and signed "I'll miss you Applehead." This made him chuckle and pull me in for a long, large hug. "I'll miss you too." He kissed the top of my head and took a step back. He signed "You always in my heart." something I had taught him, but fragmented. He picked up the notebook laying in the top of my bag and tore out an empty page, as well as a pen. He handed both to me. "Write down your address and I promise I will write to you practically everyday. And if I ever go on tour, I know just who I'll hire to be my interpreter." With one final tearful hug goodbye, it was time for us to go our separate ways. I would miss him, but I knew I would always be in his heart, and he in mine.
Taglist: @accio-boys
#michael jackson#michael jackson imagine#michael jackson x reader#80s imagines#80's imagine#80's fanfiction#80's x reader
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f i r e w o r k s
g e n r e - s m u t
w a r n i n g s - s e m i - p u b l i c, f i n g e r i n g, b l o w j o b, e x p l i c i t l a n g u a g e
o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu
o r i g i n a l i d o l - j u n g h o s e o k
a u t h o r n o t e - i tried to include every member. if i missed a member it was not on purpose or out of biased opinion... trust me. in the case that i did miss someone please note that i am sorry and i love all of my boys. also please remember that in all case when you say no it means no! no exceptions!
Sandwiches? Check!
Chips? Check!
Drinks? Check!
Blankets?Check!
You continue your mental list as you gather everything you needed for your day out with the boys. You've been waiting so long for them to come back home from tour, especially Vernon. You two had been friends since your diaper days and watching him grow up to be such a successful person overfilled you with joy and happiness, but it also made you lonely. No longer could you do movie nights, or go out for coffee. No more library meet-ups or bestie days. Nowadays, you could barely hear his voice. He did his best to call you, even managed to send you cute texts from time to time. You can't count on your fingers how many times you had to chastise him because he would try and force himself awake to face time you. He was a sweetheart, no one could deny that. He was the greatest friend that anyone could ask for, but more often than not, you wished he was more.
With a small shake of your head, you grab your things and head to your car.
"No point in getting your hopes up..." You sigh to yourself as you get in your car. You decided that now may be a good time to call him and make sure everyone was ready.
"Hello?" a groggily deep voice answered.
You facepalm as you hear his voice knowing you'd once again forgotten his odd sleep schedule.
"Hey V!" you reply.
"Oh, baby, it's you," he begins and your face heats up. Not only was his sleepy voice sexy as hell, he had never called you that before.
"I was just having a lovely dream about you." he finishes with a deep and tired chuckle.
"Y-you were?" you stutter out questioningly, "What about me?"
You can almost hear the smirk fall upon his lips as he speaks to you. "Well, kitten, there was a lack of clothing on both of our parts and you were pretty quiet since your mouth was wrapped around my c-"
"HANSOL CHWE!" you exclaim loudly, snapping him out of his deeply fatigued stupor.
"Shit, What was I saying?" he questioned shaking his head trying to clear his foggy brain.
"N-Nothing! I'll see you in a bit. I'm on my way! Bye!" You squeak out and quickly hang up your phone, throwing it in the passenger seat. You lean your head against the steering and groan, not so innocent thoughts crossing your mind. With a heavy groan, you start your car and head over to the boys, praying that they were up.
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Vernon lets out a soft groan as he rolls on his bed, trying to make himself more comfortable as he slowly succumbs to the soft lullaby of sleep. Just as he was about to sleep once more, life had to be a pain in the ass. In other words, Seungkwan and Mingyu were up.
"Hansol! Wake up! Wake up!"
"It's almost noon~"
"Aren't we going to see (Y/N) today?"
At that last statement, Vernon shot out of his bed, slipping and almost falling face-first on the wooden floor. How could I be so stupid?! I should've been up by now! Y/N will be here any minute and I haven’t even had a shower! What kind of best friend am I?! With a racing mind, he runs to his closet and grabs a decent outfit for the day and then begins running to the shower, but before he could get to the door, he was stopped once again by the ever-annoying yet loveable mood-makers of the group.
"Hansol... You move so slow!" Mingyu teased "mimicking" Vernon’s supposedly slow walking.
"Shut up! I'm moving aren't I?!" Hansol replies kinda snarkily.
Mingyu cackles and Hansol shakes his head before walking to the bathroom. He lays his clothes over the rack beside the tub and quickly strips. Usually, Vernon locks the door behind him, but he was in too much of a rush to even think about that.
As he rubs the soap lathered washcloth over his abdomen he hears the bathroom door open. He freezes but sighs in relief when he hears Jihoon begin speaking.
"You really should not answer phone calls unless you are fully awake," Jihoon states bluntly closing the door behind him.
"What do you mean?" he questions as he shampoos his hair thoroughly.
"Do you not remember what you said to Y/N?" Jihoon question with an almost audible smirk.
"N-No," Vernon replies opening his eyes to look at Woozi through the shower curtain, "What did I say?!"
He shakes his head, "Let's just say telling your best friend that you had a dream about her sucking you off, isn't the best way to keep the friendship going."
Vernon coughs loudly, "I DID WHAT?!" He screams.
"Yea... Good luck covering that one up Hansol. There is no recovery from shit like that."
"Wow Ji thanks for the vote of confidence," Hansol responds sarcastically.
"Eh, my pleasure," Woozi begins, "Oh you also might find it a little complicated to get dressed without clothes to put on."
Jihoon walks out of the bathroom door to the sounds of Vernon screaming a few choice words that are only being met with cackles from Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Soonyoung.
Vernon finishes his shower angrily. After rinsing off his body he climbs out of the shower and wraps a plain white towel around his waist.
His heart stops when he hears shuffling in his room, followed by the faint singing of a females voice.
"Y/N," he calls out as he approaches his bedroom, "close your eyes."
"Why am I closing my ey-?" you question as you turn around to see a basically naked Vernon in the doorway.
You can't help but stare at the tall man, his perfect figure, and slightly damp and glistening abs.
He blushes darkly and as he fumbles to turn around and close the door he almost drops his towel.
You yelp and drop your gaze as he struggles to rewrap it around his waist. You sit on his bed and look in every direction but him. He walks over to the dresser, the whole time sneaking small glimpses of you blushing. Finally, with a sigh, he walks over to you and leans down to speak to you.
"Y/N I am sorry about what I said over the phone, but it wasn't a lie. I did have that dream and I am thinking about that dream now. I'm also thinking about kissing you. I think I'm going to do that. If you don't like it or want me to, then push me away." Vernon states bluntly as he lifts your chin and connects his lips with yours.
You automatically sink into the kiss. Of course, you wanted him to kiss you! You almost flipped your shit every time he got remotely close to you!
He gently licked your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. You opened your mouth and he happily slipped his tongue inside. He placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you in deeper. You let out a quiet and light moan. As soon as you did he pulled away and looked you in the eyes.
In one swift motion, he was hovering over your body with your hands pinned above your head.
"Y/N?"
"Y-yes V?"
"Will you make my dream a reality?"
"W-what?! Vernon the boys are literally in the other room!"
"If they see it, then they see it. They would probably just be jealous anyways. I know I'd be jealous if I walked in on one of the boys with your lips wrapped around their dick."
"VERNON!"
He chuckled, "C'mon baby, for me?" he prodded kissing your neck.
You blushed darkly, "I-I'll do it."
Hansol smirked, "Good girl."
You blushed as he crawled off of you. You finally got a good look at his erection poking through the white towel. You stood up and grabbed his hips. You turned him so that he could sit on the bed. You removed his towel and somehow your blush darkened even more. He wrapped his hand in your hair and guided your head towards the tip of his cock. You opened your mouth and took the tip in. He let out a quiet and deep moan. He pushed your head down further around his length, letting his head drop back. He closed his eyes moaning in pleasure.
"You feel so good with your mouth around me like this Y/N. No wonder I woke up from my dream so happy." Hansol said forcing his cock to the back of your throat.
You gagged lightly and hummed around him.
"Ah, fuck!" he moaned deeply.
"Such a good little slut, but still you look so beautiful with me fucking your mouth like this." He mumbled out in between moans.
Listening to the vulgar words slipping off of his tongue and smothering you in dirty compliments made you even more turned on than before. He shoved your head down, his tip touching the back of your throat as he came. He let out one long groan. As you were removing your mouth from around him his door opened and Junhui walked inside. You all froze in place. Your mouth still halfway around Vernon’s length, his hand still wrapped in your hair, and Junhui in the doorway mouth agape.
He bowed quickly exclaiming his apologies before running out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. There was screaming and laughing coming from outside of Vernon’s room. He was smirking as you removed his dick from your mouth and stood. You wiped the corner of your mouth and he stood up, wrapping his arms around you.
"We were caught," you mumble in slight defeat.
He chuckles and snakes his hand in between your legs. He doesn't waste time as he pushes a finger inside of you.
"And based on how wet your are, you liked it." He replied thrusting his finger in and out.
"Vernon!" You moan out loudly.
This time he full-on smiles as he adds another finger and teases your clit with his thumb.
"Baby girl, be as loud as you want. I want everyone to hear how I finally got my dream come true," he whispers in your ear as he turns you both around to gently lay you on the bed.
You moan out loudly in ecstasy as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers and adds a little more pressure to your clit. You forget where you are and it becomes just the two of you.
"Hansol I need more! Please!" you scream out in absolute pleasure and need.
He smirks and adds a third finger. You claw at his shoulders and back as he moves his fingers inside of you. Without a clear warning, you cum around them, screaming out his name. He continues moving them in and out of you until you finish out your high. He removes them and then licks each digit clean.
"You taste delicious Y/N." he compliments quietly.
You blush and sit up, "Vernon I think I should probably get cleaned up."
He chuckles and smiles down at you beautifully, "Let me get dressed princess and then I will help you okay?"
You nod with a small smile and watch him slide on his underwear and a pair of grey sweatpants. He keeps his shirt off and you can't help but admire his toned body. He grabs his towel and helps wipe up the mess you made. Walking over to his dresser once more, he grabs a pair of spandex shorts.
"I don't have any underwear for you to wear, but these should be okay. They are tight enough!" He says smiling and handing them to you.
You giggle and stand up sliding them under your skirt. He grabs your face and kisses you softly.
"Hey, I think I'm in love with you."
"You better be, because I'm in love with you too."
He smiled widely and grabbed your hand, walking out of the bedroom.
As the two of you stepped in the living room Woozi smirked and Junhui looked everywhere but at you. It was Seungcheol that broke the silence with a loud laugh.
"Y/N, I love you, but you could at least try to be discreet!" Joshua said shaking his head.
You blushed darkly, "Shut up!"
This caused Seungcheol to laugh harder. Dokyeom looked kinda confused for a minute before everything clicked.
"Was that you two having sex?!" He screamed incredulously, looking around at everyone.
Him yelling this out made Woozi and Wonwoo lose it. The three of them were all but rolling on the floor. Tears of happiness cascading down their cheeks and Dokyeom looking beyond shook.
"What the fuck Hansol?!" Dokyeom exclaimed. Vernon only smiled.
"It must have been good if Y/N was being that loud..." Jeonghan said teasingly. This called Vernon to smile even brighter.
"You guys stop talking about it!! I'm gonna have the image of Y/N attached to Hansol by the dick for months!" Junhui whined rubbing his eyes aggressively.
"Shut up Junhui! You just wish it were you! Now, will you all shut up and get in the damn car so we can go to the fucking park?!" You exclaim, embarrassed.
Everyone picked themselves up off of the couches, still laughing, or in Junhui’s case grumbling about the image in his brain.
After about 30 minutes of driving, you all made it to a small secluded area within the nearby park. With everyone's help, everything was unpacked quickly. You all sat on the large checkered blanket and ate sandwiches and shared stories. Eventually, you unpacked the football and you and Seungkwan watch the boys play.
"Y/N I'm glad you two are finally together. Granted, I would have rather found out by you just telling us and not your screams from the bedroom." Seungkwan said smugly.
You rolled your eyes but smiled, "I'm happy we are finally together too."
As the night went on and the sun began setting the boys began cheering. You walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out a box of fireworks.
"Alright, boys! Who's ready for the Seventeen Firework Extravaganza?!" You jeered.
The boys hooted and hollered as you walked the box a few feet from the blanket. Minghao was in charge of the fireworks from then on. As the night stretched on you realised this was one of the best moments of your life. Snuggled up on a blanket with your long-time best friend and very new boyfriend. Watching fireworks exploding into the air surrounded by people you love. This was what life was supposed to be like. You turn to look at Vernon, but he is already looking at you. He pecks your lips softly and then turns back to the fireworks.
As everyone sits in silent and content awe Wonwoo speaks, "Life is just like fireworks. We foresee our own possibilities but it shines for a short moment then disappears, just like those fireworks. And that's life."
After a moment Woozi says, "I think I like the way life has become."
Everyone nods and the silence falls back into place. This wasn't just a moment, this was a story for the future.
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Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD
oh my godddd you are my favourite person anon - ask and ye shall receive 😎 i should maybe warn that while this doesn’t have actual nsfw content you probably wouldn’t want to read this to your kids as a bedtime story. anyway, here we go:
this was very close to making the original list. i like the soft lighting and the kind of floofy hair, yet he still looks like he could absolutely fuck me up (both like in a fight and various other ways). this photo gets me thinking some thoughts ™ if i am being honest
a literal saint and god amongst men right here. his brown eyes are so soft and his little smile puts me at ease. this is a man who would treat me right (fact). this photo is also from quite deep into the playoffs so the beard is going a little wild, and whilst i’m glad it isn’t like this all of the time, i very much appreciate it when it’s around.
O CAP’N MY CAP’N (sorry zee). nah for real this exudes some real sexy alternate energy. if i were on the opposing team and i saw this formidable man just skating around looking like that i think i’d just go back down the tunnel and hide in the locker room. this man will fucking kneecap you for the sake of a goal if that’s what it takes. and then i remember that it’s patrice and he’s the nicest man alive and he would literally never, but that’s still the energy this image has. and i ain’t saying i don’t like it.
okay this is just cute. they look like 2 dads who aren’t entirely sure how to take a selfie but are willing to try. the outfits lend this a slightly chaotic energy - i can’t commend zee’s colour combo if i’m honest, and when juxtaposed with the plaid shirt it kind of hurts my head. but it adds to the dad energy so i still love it. also this is from chara’s ig and the caption is super sweet.
DADS WITH THEIR KIDS ALWAYS GETS ME. i don’t even want kids, nor do i particularly like them, but seeing a man with his child is the cutest thing in the world and this, predictably, is no exception. patrice’s son 100% has his eyes which is really cute. speaking of patrice’s eyes, he may be smiling here but if you look into his eyes all you will see is fear - that child does not appear too bothered about remaining upright on the ice, and i suspect thay bergy is concerned about this. it would be criminal for me to not comment on the jeans. bergy has some exceptional thighs as these jeans do an excellent job of highlighting that.
this is Hot, and i’m not accepting criticism on that opinion. the crisp white shirt w no jacket or tie, and the top buttons undone???? i need a lie down. the hands are also making a nice appearance which i can always appreciate. basically what i’m saying is that i’m jealous of that snake this is an excellent photo and i owe the bruins instagram person a drink for posting it.
do you remember when i said bergy had marvellous thighs? well take a fucking sip babes - they’re like tree trunks carved out of carrara marble. if i have to die i want it to be because they crushed my skull. this is also one of the clearest photos i’ve seen of his tattoo, so it has that going for it too ( sidenote if anyone has an image with literally a pixel of his tattoo pls send it my way, i’m getting desperate at this point). i also think men in jewellery is a good look so i’m digging his beaded bracelets and silver chain. fantastic picture all round.
yeah okay there’s no escaping that the main reason this one made the list is 🍑. it’s exquisite. those pants also do a great job on the thighs too. the hair, socked feet (no i dont have a fetish i just think ppl in their socks with no shoes is kind of funny), and hands get an honourable mention
is this the only picture that has ever mattered? i’d believe it. patrice just lovingly gazing down at his son giving his hockey husband a handshake? you just can’t beat it. i have also been emotionally ruined by that tiny #37 jersey oh my
in the interest of being polite, i will describe this look as rugged. he has probably objectively looked better but i just like this photo and awful lot.
i don’t think i can give any commentary on this without saying something genuinely not suitable for public eyes. the 2 things i will say are: the only thing keeping me going completely feral horny looking at this is those pants,, if they were black or navy i’d be dead; and patrice i am begging you to do up a few more buttons on your shirt or remove it completely or i’m not going to live much longer.
oh man i just love this??? i can’t even explain why. the lack of much beard and the expression in his eyes just makes him look massively soft - i would give him a kiss on the nose and a cuddle in this photo
(gif via @gaudreau) i am slightly loathe to admit this bc it sounds weird but cuts and bruises can sometimes be a real look so this checks that box for me. his smile when he talks truly is one of the finer things in life too. also the lil shrug. i love you mr pikachu
a** fantastic **angle. this is just prime beautiful bergy. excellent level of beard imo, the lighting shows off his v nice bone structure, and the nose is looking fab as always. weird observation of the day is that his neck looks nice in this
i mean obviously this had to go in - lord knows it’s fucking iconic. i have so many questions about how this situation came to be (aside from the fact that alcohol was involved. did brad initiate it? or patrice? why are they spinning? what the fuck? how the fuck? why was i not invited?) but anyway, this photo increased my thirst for a shirtless bergy photo at least two-hundredfold. at this point it’s a need not a want. i don’t think i can continue to comment on this without straying into nsfw territory so we’ll leave it at that. oh the things i would do
classic humble patrice making an appearance here, reminding us that he is not only the most handsome bastard to ever walk planet earth, but he’s a great guy too. just can’t hate him. and boy is he handsome in this gif. excellent stubble (im really invested in his facial hair if you hadn’t noticed), and the smile that could melt even my cold heart on display here. also bonus points for the previously mentioned thing about cuts/bruises. (sorry). i love this one
in contrast to some of the prior ones, this picture is so cute that i can make nothing but pg comments about it. this is exactly the same face we all make when someone points a camera at us and says “cheese!” and i love that. the man looks good in white. good, wholesome content right here.
(gif via @weekendatbergysblog) okay the baby is cute but the fucking headband is what gets me in this. i’m able to make no further comment because this short circuits my brain.
(gif via @davidpastrnut)when i first saw this gif i had to go find the source video because i didn’t believe he actually said that but i’m here to tell you: he did. i love these hockey husbands so much. also i saw this tagged as “# hot waiter” one time and i still haven’t got over how accurate that is. someone more talented than me, i’m begging you for that fucking au
(gif via @gaudreau) can patrice please stop looking up ??? it’s unfair that someone can look so good just looking in a direction what the fucK. he’s so stunning.
i love this one. brad pulling his hoodie down like that looks like he’s... soliciting and honestly who could blame him. bergy looks very cute, if a bit edgy in the all black. the hand is a treat in this one hooooooooooooooooo yes
this one show’s off patrice’s dark features very well. it’s amazing how he has such dark hair, dark eyes, big dark eyebrows, and dark facial hair, yet it doesn’t overcrowd or shadow his face ( except occasionally in awful lighting) ??? does anyone actually know how that works?? he’s looking very pensive here, and that hoodie looks oh-so-cosy. absolutely would cuddle.
**how cute is this y’all. **in case you thought you were just missing something, no, patrice is not sitting on a chair. he’s just maintaining that deep squat like a champ. maybe that’s the secret to his sublime thighs... the navy/deep red is an excellent look on him, and we get a rare glimpse of bergy with his wedding ring, which i find to be oddly cute. bonus points for him being beside a very cute kid too :)
(gif via @jakedebrask) this, i, ummmmm. i- uhh. just. um. yeah. so like. uhhhh... swiftly moving on
(gif via @davidpastrnut) this motherfucker and his handsome fucking face even looks good in that god-awful wooly patriots hat. honestly it looks like he’s about to go out and have a snowball fight (presumably with brad). decidedly rather domestic and i love it
(gif via @davidpastrnut) intense media patrice is intense. this is such a classic bergy face though, i love it. every time some media person asks him some big long question he puts on this exact very-invested-and-slightly-concerned face, its iconic. looking cosy in a hoodie once again. stop it.
nice polo, dude
(gif via @davidpastrnut) that tshirt looks like its fighting for its life to contain those biceps. a dark, brooding patrice that has some sort of slow burn au stirring deep in my mind. from other angles in this interview the tattoo is fairly visible also.
this has such a strong energy it almost knocked me off my feet. again, i can see this being some sort of business or maybe criminal masterminds au. but fuck me, does that man looking something beautiful in a suit. the one hand in the pocket is quite frankly BDE too. i’m glad i’m not into dadkes or esle i think this whole picture would be too much for me.
he is literally the kind of man you’d want to bring home to your parents. i’m glad he seems to have cashed in on the navy/deep red combo because it really does suit him. he looks so fucking dapper here i may be very much in love
another excellent on-ice shot of him, albeit his slightly concerned expression. the beard is looking fucking crisp here hello sir. not much else to say on this, just a handsome, handsome boy.
(gif via @jeffsamardzija) another one that gives me Thoughts. he’s literally so beautiful. hair is cut a little shorter than usual on the sides and on anyone else it would scream fuckboy but i’m kind of digging it on bergy, at least on this one occasion. if i say anything else we’ll go down the rabbit hole
oof this is_ intense. _bergy aside, this is just an incredible shot tbh. rare that we get to see mr perfect not completely level-headed and playing it cool so it feels like a treat when we do. lowkey hot ngl
last but very certainly not least, mr patrice bergeron, four-time bergeron award winner, holding the award itself. this photo honestly just makes my heart swell a little with pride - it’s what he deserves!!!! just absolutely dapper in a beautiful suit as always, and a smile that could topple a nation to round it all off.
thank you so much for this anon!!! it was rather self-indulgent but i hope you like it :) also i will absolutely do another one with marchy, although my nails have been dry for about 2 hours now so i’ll probably do it tomorrow or friday, but it’s on its way :)
#i will credit gifs in a minute#im on desktop so i need to look them up#i'm sorry this turned into a literal essay holy mother of fuck#its literally 2k words#answered#bruins#Anonymous#bruins photos compilations#bergeron
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So, after my 7th time watching Beauty and the Beast 2017 I had a thought
Actually this was after watching Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame too, which lead onto this thought
We were reading the credits and enjoying the music of HOND and saw that Phoebus (our favourite bro, the dummy, the feeble doofus) was actually voiced by Kevin Kline
BATB was next on the movie watch list, and I suddenly remembered that Kevin Kline plays Maurice
And that BATB is set in France
And so... I thought: what if Maurice used to be Phoebus?
And Belle was his and Esmerelda’s daughter?
What if... after whatever time had passed, he and Es wanted to settle down to a new life, have a kid, grow some vegetables, IDK
And of course they took Uncle Quasi along
And Belle... Belle is their daughter.
We started watching BATB, and the scene where the “How Does A Moment Last Forever” song came up (and I shed a tear, again), and my sister pointed out that “what if he learnt how to do all that artistic shit and tinkering from Quasi cos Quasi is really clever and knows how to build stuff” and I was like huh
I can practically feel the headcanon growing in my mind
And yeah, what if after Phoebus retired he became an artist? Quasi taught him some stuff. He discovered he was pretty good at it. Es was the best damn muse either of them could ask for in terms of art
The rest of the BATB movie I was basically handing out “what ifs” to my sister till she wanted to shove my face into a wall, but yeah
(I mean, that’s how it goes, isn't it? You get a headcanon and run with it, and you drag your pal along no matter how into it they are or aren't)
SO... I even pointed out that the little drawn version of Belle’s mother had curly dark hair (bit of a stretch, but hey), and that Phoe- ahem, I mean Maurice, described her mother as “fearless”
Which is a word I’d associate with Esmerelda quite adamantly
Blah blah blah, skip ahead to Beast bringing Belle to her old home -- oh wait
wait
her old home which was in Paris
(you can even see the freaking Notre Dame in the distance. Sister even helpfully pointed out where the Court of Miracles wouldve been, so despite her denials she is totally riding with this headcanon)
Paris, guys, Paris
The immediate next thought, of course, was fuck Esmerelda dies from plague
And I cried a little
But then, you know, I had to fact-check when each movie was set out
Which is where my headcanon totally crashed and burnt because HOND is in 1400s and BATB is 1700s I thinketh
(“Ah well,” I said, quite airily in response to my sister’s smug face, and then, as she narrowed her eyes I added: “Artistic licence,” and watched her eyes go cold and dead)
Anyway, as a trash can I gotta let this headcanon live despite the historical implausibility of it because of reasons
(because it is late and I am lacking in common sense and leafy greens)
So I continued to lob additional pointers in my favour at my sister:
“Ah, unwanted male attention from an up-himself creep, I guess she gets that from her mother-”
“So she sings too, eh? Fancy that. Her mom was hella good too-”
“The ‘most beautiful girl in France’, hm? I’ve heard that one before-”
“Well lookit that! Walking talking inanimate objects! Do you recall Quasi’s three delightful pals-”
“Well if feeble doofus lost both Es and Quasi, of course he’s gonna go batshit if his daughter goes missing too isn't he-”
“Fearless, [sister], f e a r l e s s ”
Which is the point at which she decided to concede, because if you can’t beat ‘em, you gotta join ‘em, my dudes
And so, she began to add her parts (to my delight) to the headcanon fodder:
“So I suppose all people in France are comfortable jumping all over their roofs then, or is it just this family?” to which I replied: “They're French. In France it’s called parkour if you do it on rooftops. They're ahead of their time.” to which her eyeball rolled all the way back into her skull
Sister pointed out how all the villagers are totally oblivious to most things, like the townspeople of Paris, in that when Belle returns to save her father, no one believes she’s been at the castle even though she’s wearing a freaking ball gown covered in gold. I merely nodded in increasing enthusiasm.
And then my sister -- that’s right -- the very unbeliever and devil’s advocate to all of this -- put the final nail in the coffin. She turned to me, face slack in horror, and said:
“[me], her name, it’s... it’s Belle.”
And fuck me, she’s right.
The final nod to HOND origins is THIS. Belle. Freaking Belle. I know it means ‘beauty’ in French, don’t tell me what I already know, but BELLE.
B E L L S O F N O T R E D A M E
I rest my case. And now I need to rest the rest of me, goddamn (and god bless)
#disney#beauty and the beast#hunchback of notre dame#the hunchback of notre dame#the beauty and the beast#esmerelda#esmeralda#belle#headcanon accepted#late night ramblings#movie marathon#disney marathon#shitpost
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(Meltiverse Mature Headcanons) Walking in on Mel touching herself and moaning their name (Part 1: universes 01 to 14)
Note: So yeah, this is basically headcanons/drabbles for every one of my f/os if they just so happened to walk in on their universe’s version of Mel while she was touching herself and moaning their name. This is part 1 of 2.
As I mentioned before, I’m not sure why, but I’m so freaking horny recently, maybe it’s Spring or the quarantine giving me way too much time to get lost in my own head, but… Anyways… Sorry if this is TMI.
So, for those headcanons, in some cases, Mel and the f/o already had sex before, in other cases, they did not, but in all the cases, they are in a relationship when it happened and obviously, all the f/os are at least 18 when it happen. You can look at the List of Universes if you’re not sure who are the f/os and what universes they are from.
Also, no pictures, because of the 10 pics limit and I don’t want to have to split this in even more parts.
Warning: Contain mentions of accidental and not so accidental voyeurism, masturbation, use of toys, dirty talking, oral sex, vaginal sex, use of powers and abilities, non-human f/os, non-human genitalia, awkwardness, silliness, some cinnamon roll f/os turning out to be SINnamon rolls… and some other moderately smutty stuff I don’t think is necessary to list.
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01-A
- Bowser is completely entranced for a few moments, not even really noticing when his cock slips out of it’s slit. But when Mel moan his name, he snaps out of it and makes his way to the bed. Takes it as an invitation and will absolutely fuck Mel into the mattress if given consent, which she will. Mel might not be able to walk the next day…
02-A
- Crooks is almost always lowkey horny even when not in heat, as much as he hates to admit it. But seeing his precious little mate like that, touching herself and moaning his name so desperately… he immediately assumes that, somehow, Mel got into heat, even if humans aren’t supposed to have those. He thinks that maybe, since she mated with a monster? Anyways, he does not hesitate to make his presence known and offer his help, his tongue and tentacle-like dicks already materializing in anticipation.
02-B
- Papyrus rush into the room, thinking that Mel was calling for his help. Seeing his cute little human naked, a hand between her legs… His skull flushes a cute orange color. He’s not as innocent as he seems and the sight go directly to his crotch, his cock materializing, much to his dismay. He thought he had more control than that. He apologizes for interrupting Mel and is about to leave when suddenly, he changes his mind and decide instead to offer his help.
02-C
- Felix freezes completely, panicking. It can’t… it can’t be happening… must be some kind of joke, he thinks. There’s no way someone as cute as Mel can be fucking herself with a toy that look an awful lot like his dick and moaning his name. He must be imagining things… Even if she’s dating him and they had sex quite a few times before… He leaves as discreetly as possible and go to the bathroom for a “guilty wank” and can’t look at Mel without panicking for a few days afterward.
03-A
- Until Mel starts moaning their names, both Bebop and Rocksteady just admire the view silently, cupping their hardening dicks through their pants. As soon as they heard their name, they make their presence known, Bebop with a “Need a hand, cupcake?” and Rocksteady following with a “Yeah, let us do it, we can make you cum ‘til you can’t think straight!”
03-B
- Bebop is HYPED and pretty much immediately start undressing, jokingly saying “Starting without us, babe? How dare you!” Rocksteady is calmer, waiting for Mel to notice him and motioning him to come to her before moving. “Maybe she wanted alone time. You not thinking about that, Bebop”
03-C
- Both Bebop and Rocksteady are so HYPED! Highfive-ing each other and going “My Man!” and then, they immediately proceed to undress and join Mel, decided to show that they can do much better than her toys or her hands. Mel is… a bit discouraged at their somewhat childish reactions but decide to let them pleasure her.
03-D
- Rupert knew before he even opened the door. He could easily smell Mel’s arousal thanks to his mutation and was pretty much drooling at the thought of tasting her. “Ah, you smell so sweet, my little pastry! Let me have a taste!” Hearing Mel moaning his name, begging for him… it drive him pretty much feral.
03-E
- Vinny is surprised, his kitten is usually pretty shy, seeing her touching herself like that, it’s quite a sight and as such, for a moment, he stays silent out of fear that she might stop this sensual display. But when she moans his name… “Kitten… Ya know ya can always ask for my help, yeah?”
04-A
- Coran is torn. In one hand, he wants to let Mel have her privacy and leave her to it, but on the other hand… His name coming out of her lips, the way her back arch as she’s gently rubbing that spot between her legs, like he did to her so many times… It turns him on much more than he wants to admit. He clears his throat to make his presence known, apologize for the interruption and offer to make it up to Mel.
04-B
- Hunk is blushing pretty hard and can’t help but get aroused at the sight. “Sorry for interrupting you, babe, but… Can I… Can we? I… really want you right now…” He is glad and relieved when Mel giggle and motion him to join her on the bed. He takes his time to make sure that Mel is fully satisfied.
05-A
- Will is 100% a blushy mess who will apologize and pretty much run out of the room… That’s it, until Mel ask him to stay. It doesn’t matter how many times they made love, he’s always so shy about seeing Mel naked. When Mel ask him if he’s willing to help, he feels like he’s falling in love all over again.
05-B
- Simon have a pretty wicked smirk on his face as he takes in what he’s seeing. “Well, well, well… Aren’t you a naughty vixen… Are you trying to drive me crazy?” He’s extremely aroused and definitely going to overstimulate Mel if she gives him consent. Might even get his Shibari ropes to tie Mel up.
05-C
- Datz is another one who is HYPED. Whistling in appreciation, he almost rips off his clothes in his haste to remove them. “I don’t know what I did to deserve such a treat, but please tell me so I can do it again!” He chuckles and join Mel on the bed, replacing her hand with his mouth.
06-A
- Gangrel is, surprisingly, at a loss for words. That’s not something he ever expected from Mel, but he’s definitely not complaining, opting to just enjoy the view, a hand in his trousers to play with himself, until she notices him before finally letting his signature laugh escape his throat. “Oh my… I didn’t expect you to be so… naughty…”
06-B
- Gregor is very much turned on by the sight, but at first, intend to leave to let Mel have her intimacy… But then, she moans his name and his resolution is thrown out of the window… “Do you want Gregor to help? You know Gregor can bring you great pleasures, yes? Can Gregor make love to you?”
06-C
- Poor Kellam is completely torn apart. He knows he should leave, or at least make his presence known, but his body refuse to move, or even make a sound. He’s completely frozen in place, and he think he’s harder that he ever been before. It’s only when he hears his name that he manages to snap out of it. “I’m… I’m here… oh… Mel… Please… Let me… Can… Can I touch you, please?
06-D
- Walhart honestly don’t even notice at first, just quickly glancing at Mel and seeing her, eyes closed and body under the sheets, he thinks she’s just taking a nap. And when she moans his name, he genuinely thinks she’s having a nightmare and asking for his help, so he “wake her up”. It’s only when he sees the embarrassed look and deep blush on Mel’s face that he starts to understand. “Was my Star thinking of me? I shall consider this a compliment, but just so you know… I am certain I can do better than your imagination…”
06-E
- Brady pretty much shriek before trying to rush out of the room, apologizing all the while. His heart is beating so fast and his face is red. The picture of Mel, naked and touching herself is stuck in his mind and when Mel come out of the bedroom to see if he’s ok, he try to grab his violin to play an apology song but he can’t think of anything but what he saw, choking up and sobbing as he try to apologize again. Mel, halfway between being amused and worried, try to calm him down: “Come on, Brady. It’s not like it’s the first time you see me naked…”
07-A
- This is one of the very few occasions where Gunter will actually get flustered. Even though he does not remember the last time he was so turned on, he is still a gentleman and will make his presence known and apologize for the interruption. But he can’t help but add: “I hope you know that if you want me, all you have to do is ask, I will gladly fulfill any of your desires”
07-B
- Izana is definitely enjoying the view. “Hm, looks like you’re having fun! Mind if I join?” He’s just so enthusiast about it, knowing that his cutie-pie think of him even in her private moments make his heart aflutter. He can’t help but praise Mel and pepper her face and body with soft kisses. “The Gods were right when they told me that something very good was going to happen to me today!”
07-C
- For Fuga too, it’s one of the very few occasions where he gets flustered. He’s tempted to embrace Mel and make love to her, but at the same time don’t want to invade her privacy. He ends up opting for making his presence known and ask if it’s ok if he pleasure himself in the same room or if Mel prefers to be left alone.
07-D
- Yukimura can’t help but observe. After all, Mel is using one of the toys he created for her! Of course, he has to observe, making sure that the toy work correctly, noting if there’s any ameliorations he could make… Maybe even make a quick sketch of Mel… He had a conversation about it with Mel some time before and she did give him full consent to observe her if he ever walks in on her in such situation, so he doesn’t hesitate to get to work.
07-E
- Benny is an absolute flustered mess, trying to leave without being noticed but it proves to be difficult with his eyes shut tight and he end up stumbling and causing enough noise for Mel to notice him. She knows how shy he is, that’s why she’s very delicate when she ask him if he’s willing to help, making sure that Benny is aware that it’s his choice and that she wouldn’t blame him in any ways if he rather leave. He ends up deciding to stay, undressing and letting Mel ride him until she’s satisfied.
07-F
- Arthur froze for a moment, his dick almost instantly getting hard. He starts wondering when he became so lucky… Or is it another strike of bad luck? He isn’t sure anymore… If Mel get angry at him, it’ll be bad luck but if… if… The moment he hears his name, he’s almost ripping his clothes off, almost falling on his ass in the process, before joining Mel on the bed and passionately making love to her.
08-A
- Hubert is, surprisingly, quite flustered. He’s still quite unused to the intimacy between him and Mel. Hell, he’s unused to intimacy, period. And to see Mel in such a… compromising position, moaning HIS name… It does things to him. He’s a busy man, he know he doesn’t spend as much time as he should with his Dove, but now, all he want is to spend the rest of the day making love to her, so he make his presence known and rather bluntly state as such. “I’d like to make love to you, if that is all right with you, my Dove. For the rest of the day, preferably.”
08-B
-Hanneman is itching to touch Mel himself. As much as he enjoys seeing her pleasuring herself, he’d rather be the one causing all those delightful sounds to come out of her. He wants to explore her, study her soft body again and again, find what makes her ticks, find the sweetest sounds she can makes. He feels somewhat selfish at his thoughts, but when Mel moan his name, he is decided to see how many times he can get her to climax.
08-C
- Jeritza is immediately turned on. When Mel moan his name so lustfully, he takes it as an invitation, not hesitating a single moment to remove his clothes and join Mel on the bed, grabbing the hand that was between her legs to bring it to his mouth, sucking and licking the fingers clean. “I am craving something sweet… And that something is you… I hope you do not mind… If I indulge myself…, my Sweet”
08-D
- Dedue have so much going through his head at the same time. Was Mel doing this because he was gone too often to make sure that King Dimitri was doing fine without him? Was it because he didn’t pay enough attention to Mel, even though since the end of the war, pretty much his whole world revolved around her? Dedue desperately wanted to touch Mel, kiss her, bring her to climax himself, but wasn’t able to find the right words to express it. He was relieved when Mel noticed him and asked if he could make love to her.
08-E
- Raphael might be a kind man, he can be quite direct with what is on his mind and his sex drive is surprisingly high. “Ooof, Sunshine! What are you trying to do to me?” There’s a noticeable glint of hunger in Raphael’s eyes as he is fixated on Mel, instinctively licking his lips, palming the quite obvious bulge in his pants as he makes his way to the bed. “You look good enough to eat, shortcake” The unusually dark and hungry tone send pleasurable chills through Mel, she knows that she’s in for a hell of a ride.
09-A
- Oh… OH! It takes a few moments for Guy to understand exactly what he’s seeing, but once he does, he is surprisingly pretty comfortable with the fact he just caught Mel touching herself and to be honest? He’s incredibly turned on. He absolutely takes it as a challenge to make Mel cum as many times as she can handle, trying to break their last record…
09-B
- Kisame can’t believe his ears… But Mel repeat his name again… and again… It’s… intoxicating… All he can think of is that he wants to hear it again, up close and personal. He wants to wrap his arms tightly around her plump and warm body, he wants to sheath himself deep inside her, to feel her soft breasts and her heartbeat against his chest… Knowing that Mel want him so, it brings out his softer, more loving side.
09-C
- On Ibiki’s face, there’s something that could only be described as a sadistic smirk. “What do you think you’re doing, Pet? I don’t remember giving you the permission to touch yourself… It’s almost like you WANT to get punished…” He then proceeds to tie Mel up, edging her and then overstimulating her until he’s satisfied.
09-D
- Yamato.exe stopped working. He’s frozen into place, his dick straining against the inside of his underwears, unable to think about what he’s supposed to do. And when he hears Mel moan HIS name… Well, that’s embarrassing… He still doesn’t get why Mel have such an effect on him that he somehow ended up coming in his pants just from seeing her cum and moan his name…
10- A
- Buggy literally fall into pieces from the surprise, but quickly get his body back together and starts bragging about how, obviously, Mel is so in love with him that she couldn’t stop herself. He decides to give Mel what she obviously need… He detaches his dick and demand that Mel uses it to fuck herself while he watches…
10-B
- Usopp is nervously shaking, flustered, trying to stop his nosebleed and incredibly turned on, all at the same time. He kinda wants to stay and watch but he’s scared that Mel might get angry, so he tries to leave discreetly, his intent being to take a very cold shower to hopefully solve the problem of his pants suddenly tightening. But then, Mel moan his name and “Don’t worry, the great Captain Usopp is here to bring you countless pleasures!”
10-C
- Jabra can’t stop himself from howling in delight at the view, his wolfish instincts pretty much taking control. He’s READY, he’s hard, he’s more aroused than he ever remembers being and he wants nothing more than breed his cute little mate and fill her with his cum. And unless Mel ask him not to, he will transform into his half-wolf form to be able to knot her.
10-D
- Smoker gulp audibly, smoke literally coming out of his ears as he takes in what he’s seeing. “So cruel… You know I have work to do, why are you tempting me like that…” Mel stops what she’s doing, blushing from getting caught. Smoker makes his decision. He calls Tashigi on his Den Den Mushi and tells her he decided to take the rest of the day off and that if anyone bothers him in his quarters, he’s going to beat the shit out of them.
11-A
- Tyrian immediately walk toward the bed, a spring in his step, a wide and predatory grin on his face. “Oh, my lovely desert flower… Have you any idea how… alluring you look right now? I am tempted to just watch you… but I think I’d rather make you SCREAM my name again and again…” He pins Mel’s wrists to the bed with his tail and then steals a kiss before making his way down her body.
11-B
- Bartolomew just look for a few second before snapping out of it. He takes a sip of coffee from his thermos and then, suddenly, he’s on the bed, his body hovering Mel’s. He kisses her, letting his hands explore her, until… “I still have some papers to grade… I’ll be back soon, don’t finish without me.” And he’s gone… Only to return a few minutes later and continue where he stopped.
12-A
- Ryoma just discreetly leave and close the door to leave Mel to her privacy. Honestly, he’s a bit pissed at himself for; 1- Not knocking before opening the bedroom’s door and 2- Getting hard from just the small glimpse he accidentally saw. He’s about to go to the bathroom to get rid of his “problem” when he heard Mel’s muffled voice through the door, moaning his name. “Damn it, kitten. Why are you doing this to me?” he mutters to himself before knocking on the door and tell Mel that he’s home, secretly hoping that Mel would ask for his help… which she, of course, does.
12-B
- Sakura quickly leaves the room, a blush creeping to her cheeks. She wasn’t ready to see her cute Bunny in such a state. She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself before going to the kitchen to make some tea for herself and for Mel. While the tea is brewing, she goes back to the bedroom’s door to knock and tell Mel about the tea. Sakura doesn’t bring the subject of what she saw, as she isn’t sure how to admit, but she just can’t forget what she saw, and she decides to bring up the topic of “lovemaking” the next day.
12-C
- Yasuhiro barge into the room: “Mel-chi! I just “saw” that something really good is supposed to happen to… OH!” A goofy grin finds it’s way on his face. “That was quicker than I expected…” It doesn’t take too long for Hiro to get rid of his clothes and join Mel on the bed, his hands grasping her hips to make her ride him.
12-D
- Of course, Teruteru is HYPED! “Oh, Honey, you know you can always ask for my help, yes? I am your willing slave, after all!” and he’s eagerly waiting for an order from Mel. Imposter, on the other hand, is very much a flustered and aroused mess, even if he tries to keep his usual composure. Teruteru notice that Imposter is also turned on by the situation and can’t help but tease… “Looks like someone’s appreciating the view, hm?” Teruteru says, gently cupping and squeezing the bulge in Imposter’s pants before following Mel’s instructions of undressing and joining her on the bed. Imposter join them soon after.
12-E
- Surprisingly, Mondo is the one who is a flustered mess, barely stopping himself to yell out of nervousness. “Fuck… That’s way too hot…” “Mondo, language!”, Kiyotaka immediately snaps. Taka is strangely calm, apologizing for the interruption and just start leaving, dragging Mondo, who’s still frozen. What neither Mel nor Mondo knows is that Kiyotaka is totally freaking out on the inside, he just, somehow managed to not show it, for everyone’s sake. But once Mel ask for their help, Mondo and Taka team up to make sure to leave her breathless and completely satisfied.
13-A
- Winston was working on a few projects when Athena notified him of something worrying going on with Mel, apparently, her heartbeat was going faster than usual, her body temperature was rising, and she was even calling Winston’s name. Of course, he was worried, so he went to Mel’s room, asking Athena to open the door when Mel didn’t answer him. He would’ve never expected to see Mel on her bed, naked, a hand between her legs. She was wearing headphones, hence why she didn’t answer him. Winston just turn back to face the door and try to leave, but suddenly, Athena is… uncooperating and refuse to open the door until Winston takes some time to “rest”. “Damn it, Athena! Did Lena put you up to this?” Mel finally notices and remove her headphones and Winston apologize and explain the situation, still facing the door. He tries to take a deep breath to calm himself… Bad idea, he can SMELL Mel’s arousal and it’s not helping him to keep his self-control… And then Mel ask if he’s willing to help and the small amount of self-control he had left is gone.
13-B
- Zenyatta, being an Omnic, do not get aroused in the same ways a human does, nor does he need to masturbate, but he knows enough to understand the situation. He finds it rather fascinating, to be honest, considering it to be almost meditative in a way. He decides to offer his help to Mel, as hearing her moaning his name is one of the few things that does have an effect similar to arousal on him…
13-C
- Zarya feels like she’s falling in love even more, if that’s even possible. “Любимая моя (My Sweetheart), have you any idea of the effect you have on me right now?” She walks up to the bed, removing a few pieces of clothing before joining Mel on the bed, kissing her, caressing her and whispering sweet nothings in Russian.
13-D
- Junkrat is almost vibrating in excitement, a hand already in his shorts to touch himself “Well, ain’t that a pretty sight! Should we give ‘er what she’s cravin’, Hog?” Roadhog just grunt a “Yeah”, giving a thumbs up to Junkrat with one hand and palming his hardening dick through his pants with the other. “Gunna BLOW my load deep inside that sweet cunt of yours, Darl!”, Junkrat warns. “Squeal for me, Piglet”, Roadhog demands…
14-A
- “Well, well, well! What do we have here?” Discord pretty much immediately teleport to the bed and coil himself around Mel’s body, his forked tongue flickering out to lick her neck. “Didn’t think you could do that without me, did you? Why even bother with touching yourself when you know very well that I can make all your wildest fantasies come true?” Discord says as his dick slowly unsheathe directly inside Mel, filling and stretching her more than it should be possible.
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Desi Baby Weaning Plan by a very Desi Mom
Just search baby weaning plan on the web and in a matter of seconds you get thousands of results like weaning schedules, weaning foods, food recipes and many similar things. Thanks to the web, we have a lot of options. But I am a simple person and I still like the old time when desi moms used to feed the baby in their own style. We all grew up watching the Cerelac advertisement on televisions. I remember watching babies being fed with packaged expansive food. Of course, parents back then thought it’s the best and specially designed for their babies. They must have been presented with researches and told the ingredients. They must specifically have mentioned how this is best for the baby to have this food. And it became the trend.
I started offering little something when my baby was four months old. I remember I was scared too because the doctor said offer liquids and semi-solids after Eight (8) months of age. But I decided to start earlier as per our desi style of baby weaning. And guess what. It worked for me!
Is popular Weaning food the right food for babies?
So, they say wean a baby in popular style. Give the baby western style food. No spices, no salt, no sugar They also tell the health benefits of the same. Neither I am a health practitioner nor a medical researcher. So, I cannot comment on that. But I shall tell you about my experience. How I weaned my baby. What did I offer to him? At which age and what recipes, I followed. How I tweaked the recipes to create food in my own style.
My style of weaning, was it desi?
I decided I shall wean my baby in desi style. The way I was offered food. In the age, I started eating. Although along the way my process has got the modern marks too. But it’s still old school.
At what age I started my baby weaning plan?
I gave my baby first food to taste when he was Five (5) months old. I remember I was scared too because his doctor mentioned about nothing other than ilk before Six to Eight months. He mentioned selective semi-solids and juices at the age of eight and not the family diet until he is one year old. However, I have experienced over time that different doctors have different opinions regarding this. Moreover, when we change country the opinion changes and if you change continent, a whole new perspective regarding this awaits you.
After reading, discussing and researching about this, I concluded that it’s my call. Whatever the way I want and whatever the opinion I want to follow. In all this decision making my mother helped me a lot. She always mentioned that make food at home and offer him. She told me she did the same with me. So, said she offered me my first food to taste when I was four months old. I decided to follow her method. The old school method of weaning the baby.
How I started this? First foods offered?
Everyone told me to go with the popular food. The Cerelac. But I wanted him to taste homemade food. First time only a pinch of some mashed rice. I still remember the faces he made. Haha. The pinch of mashed rice was salty. Just slightly though, but salty Food offered for the first week or so on a test basis I started to offer him a pinch of almost everything I used to make at home. Like any curry (salan), lentil (daal) or vegetable. I made sure of only one thing that whatever I cook at home should not be high on spices.A taste of mild spices and salt at home is added for everyone. I also observed my son for any allergic reaction. When I saw that he accepted the food I offered I decided to take the step two.
Weaning Plan from 6th to 8th month
a) Khidtchri:
I always made it in small quantities. In desi ghee or butter only. A little salty in taste and runny in consistency. You can mash it with a spoon or blend it. I always mashed with a spoon because I wanted my son to taste the grain texture. Which he would not be able to experience if blended rice would have been offered
b) Sooji halwa/kheer: It is so good for weight gain You can make it in breast milk or formula whatever your baby takes Always use butter of Desi ghee to make it My tip is not to feed it too much to your baby or baby may end up being over-weight. But if given o under-weight babies, semolina can do the wonders.
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c) Mashed Potato with white sauce:
Although mashed potato alone made in butter is enough However, if you want to add taste to it you can make a white sauce and pour it a bit on mashed potato. Babies love creamy stuff. It is one of the best and easiest homemade food recipes for babies.
d) Banana:
Babies love eating a mashed banana. Even if they don’t like eating any other fruit. Its rich in nutrition and is always readily available.
e) Lentil soup:
It super simple to make. I used to just boil the lentil with a little salt and black pepper. You can make it with red lentil or yellow. But yellow lentil is recommended for soup.
f) Fruit and vegetable purees:
Whatever fruits or vegetable you prefer. You can make the puree and can freeze it for later use as well. I usually used to store puree in an ice tray. However, if you can, just make small quantities and serve only fresh.
Weaning Plan Food offered from 8th to 12th month
a) Wheat Porridge:
Yes. Porridge made in milk. You can make it sweet or salty. Whatever way your baby prefers. And yes baby will definitely give the sign for whatever taste they prefer.
b) Oatmeal:
There are multiple recipes of oatmeal on the internet. You can google and find different recipes to try. A simple tip is you can make it both in milk or water or broth. I always make it salty and preferably in chicken or mutton broth. You can add minced meat in the meal too if you like.
c) Roti/Chapati
Just a piece to the babies so that they can chew on it. Because they are usually teething during the age bracket. It is one of the best baby weaning foods you can make easily.
d) Rice Combos
You can also offer different variations of rice with veggies or lentil or chicken or mutton curry. Just make sure that spices are not high and it’s not too salty.
e) Yogurt
Plain yogurt, sweet yogurt or Greek yogurt. Whatever you feel is suitable. Or whatever the taste baby prefers.
f) Fruits and veggies
Raw to chew it. Or in puree form or just baked and mashed. Whatever way the baby prefers.
g) Crushed Nuts and other dry fruits
You can add the finely crushed nuts and other dry fruits to baby’s diet.
h) Drinks
Fruit Juices, shakes, smoothies can also be part of babies’ food.
i) Dates
Usually, these are a universal favorite of babies
j) Minced meat:
Chicken, mutton or beef.
k) Eggs: You can try eggs. But offer only a pinch and observe for 24 hours. In case no allergic reaction appears. You can start offering only small qualities. I started with yolk and that too a little runny. You can boil, or you can fry it. I used to offer both. You can also offer scrambled eggs, or a simple omelet made with salt and pepper.
Weaning baby at 12 months to onwards:
Switch the baby to the family diet. Offer whatever are you eating. Offer three meals. In-between the meals offer a lot of water and snacks or milk as the baby prefers.
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My 13 Most Effective Baby Weaning Tips
When it comes to feeding a baby, every mom has her own tips and tricks. I am going to share mine that would surely work for you . 1. Don’t offer cold water/cold milk/cold anything 2. Don’t offer fruits that are sour 3. Read on the internet about the food can cause choking for example grapes. Always cut them to two or three pieces. There Is a list of food that needs such care to avoid choking. They should be on your fingertips 4. Carefully plan the meal times. There should be a good gap between two meals 5. Never leave the baby alone while he is eating. And always keep a close eye on him or feed him yourself 6. Watch you-tube videos on choking. What are the signs and how to manage it 7. Don’t force feed your baby. 8. Designate an eating space for your baby so that they don’t run around while eating 9. Or the best is to get a high chair for your baby and you can give him food and he can try to eat himself. Babies love eating themselves. Although they end up making a mess and eat less than you expect but its fun and they learn to eat themselves. 10. Don’t offer cold drinks 11. Offer only fresh juices made at home. Try not to offer over the counter juices available 12. Try not to give packaged snacks like lays, biscuits etc (Try organic as much as you can) 13. I trust in roti more and breadless. So, bread is not a preferred food in my home.
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Organic Food Vs Processed Food
Your baby’s health is first and foremost thing. Whatever you cook at home is organic food made from scratch. Try to offer organic food and try to avoid packaged food. The processed food looks great and it is easy to feed them. But when you check online health websites, then you come to know how harmful they can be for your babies. These days, when moms give packet poisons i.e. Chips, crackers, etc to their babies with a smile on their face. I still like to live in the time when moms were quite conscious about baby weaning schedule and choice of food.
Don’t give your baby processed food just because they are easy to cook. Do a little effort on cooking and you will save your baby from future health issues.Every processed food is not bad. This is another thing you need to learn. There are some purees and other baby food products available which claim that they are organic. They are packaged in tins or pouches. They can come in handy in travel. You can occasionally use it when you can’t cook. But try to choose smartly. Read the ingredients first.
Wrap Up I have shared my baby weaning plan and tips with you. I am sure Desi moms like me also have their own plans and recipes. Would you like to share your own tips and schedules with me? Waiting for some input from your side as well, feel free to comment
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