#scienceboyfriends

Mostly fanfiction, though if you just want to see something totally different, go for it.  If something’s not on this list, still ask. We can see what I can do.

Usually when people reach out with a request, I start a dialogue on details and the like that you are interested in. You can be as specific or vague as you like, though I tend to ask for more concrete details if you’re asking for a fandom or ship I’m not familiar with. I’m fairly easy to work with.

General Plots:

As you can see from the history on this blog, a lot of what I get requests for are porn, which I’m generally comfortable with. The kind of porn I enjoy writing is things with feelings, anything that makes it a little more fun such as tentacles or unusual sex aids including things like telepathy, the force, identity porn, etc., and a lot of other tropes I’m sure you all know. (At a certain point, writing porn can get terribly boring, so feel free to spice things up a bit.)

A few things I won’t write explicitly include underage characters, excrement, pregnancy (including mpreg), most things concerning blood, and anything with age or weight play. 

I’ve gotten so many asks in the following tropes that I generally will no longer write the blushing virgin and their first time, anything with finding one’s self through sex, inexperienced persons learning about vanilla sex, and most mpreg asks (though any still in my ask box will be completed, no worries. I’ve just had a lot lately and will stop writing it after these are complete. I may open that back up later.).

Otherwise, we can generally negotiate something.

I’ll write pretty much anything outside of porn as well, including various AU ideas people have, freestyle poetry, general musings on life from the perspective of your favorite character, general love letters to scenery or art, and whatever else you’re thinking of. I’ve had some fun writing people’s own characters as well, so if you’re willing to share those characters with the internet at large, feel free to ask.

General Fandoms:

Star Trek (TOS, AOS, ect)

Star Wars

Lord of the Rings/Silmarillion

Marvel/The Avengers (movie and comics)

DC/Justice League (mostly the cartoons, but some comics and movies too.)

Good Omens

Avatar the Last Airbender 

The Diskworld

X-Men

Into the Badlands (Only Sunny and Veil.)

Specific Ships: 

Pretty much every character in the above fandoms is fair game.

McHanzo, GabeJack/Reaper76 (Overwatch)

Geraskier (The Witcher)

Trephacard (Castlevania)

KakaObiRin (Naruto)

The list goes on, and so does my erratic posting schedules. I update this list every few years as my interests change, but feel free to reach out about anything you’re not sure about.

KakaIru (Naruto)

Hank x Connor (Detroit Become Human)

Viren x Harrow x Sarai (Dragon Prince)

Wishing you all the best! 

Tony mutters as much as he let's the bee crawl onto his finger, his own scent familiar at this point. He pointedly glares at Steve while he hands the bee off to Bruce, planting a kiss on his forehead when the bee decides it likes the small crocus flower situated by Bruce's temple.

Bruce just snickers and rolls his eyes, enjoying the gentle hum the small insect makes. He really should bring the little guy back up to the apiary, but he has a feeling that this is going to be a very memorable moment indeed.

Tony holds his hand out towards Steve, still staring at the crown of flowers on top of his fiance's head, watching the bee move to a sprig of lavender by Bruce's ear.

"Tony I-" Steve tries, placing the flyswatter in the genius's outstretched hand, wincing when that brown gaze snaps to him immediately.

"Honey bees are endangered, Steve," Tony starts, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"I-I-" Everyone in the room winced at the loud "thwap" as the flyswatter met Steve's arm.

Bruce pursed his lips, trying to keep himself from giggling at the sight, Tony looking self-satisfied, reminding him of his own grandmother and her wooden spoon, while Steve just stares at him, puppy dog eyes in full effect. Clint's cackling from the sofa, arms wrapped around his stomach, and even Natasha has an amused smile on her face.

They all listen as Tony begins his lecture, about how the bees are dying and how innocent the small one the Steve had tried to squash was. He even threw in a made up name in there, which made Bruce smile.

He chuckles as he takes Tony's hand, letting the brunet haul him up out of his chair and toward the elevator, throwing the plastic 'monstrosity' in the garbage can as he passes.

"Did you have to hit him?" Bruce asks when they're back in their greenhouse, watching as Tony checks the bee boxes. Tony makes a wounded noise at that, turning toward Bruce as he closes the box.

"We're already down a good ten percent because of mites, Brucie-Bear," Tony nods to the office where a stack of broken down boxes wait to be burned, "I'd prefer not losing any more."

Bruce has to agree with him. The bees were a pleasant addition, even Giz seemed to enjoy the little insects. They seemed happy enough, surrounded by different varieties of flowers and plants.

Gizmo meows once before crawling into Bruce's lap, pawing at a low hanging tomato. He smiles as he scratches the top of the cat's head, grabbing a twig of lavender fo use as a toy.

"Lavender," Tony comments, pinky finger dripping with honey, "Makes sense, the Primroses aren't really in season."

Bruce hums thoughtfully, blindly licking the rest of the honey off of Tony's finger when presented with it. It's very slight, but there. A slight undertone. Would go good in his nightly tea.

Nightly tea, Bruce smiles, looking at his watch. Seems about time.

"Ready?" Tony asks him, holding an arm out to take the fat tabby cat. Bruce gratefully accepts the help, wincing as the floor digs into his knees when he tries to stand.

"Come on, old man," Tony smiles at him, Gizmo dangling in one arm, the other outstretched for Bruce to grab. The physicist only chuckles, accepting the help, placing a kiss to his fiance's lips as a way of thanks.

Everyone laughs when Steve walks in with a 'Save The Bees' shirt on a week later.

Here it is, my dear readers, back to the fluff that really started this whole thing.