#Dio madden

[espioakakeith]

aye.... Boooi...

They got that shit on

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Mason D. Madden (AKA. Ma.ce, AKA. MACE, AKA. Dio Maddin, AKA. Brennan Williams)

[finnflynn]

i lov him

[estellan0vella]

Que? ❀ includes: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna & Toji (REQUESTED) Masterlist

You're in the middle of a minor argument with Gojo, something about him being late again. It's nothing new, but this time you're particularly irritated. He stands there, arms crossed, wearing that infuriatingly confident smirk.

"I was saving the world, sweetheart. Can't you cut me some slack?" he says, shrugging.

Your frustration boils over, and you snap, "¡Eres un estúpido! ¿Sabes eso? ¡Que te jodan!"

Gojo blinks, his smirk dropping for a second. "Uh, what now?" He tilts his head, genuinely perplexed. But then a sly smile spreads across his face. "Wait, what was that? Say it again, I think I liked it." He leans in closer, eyes twinkling behind his blindfold.

His cluelessness combined with that unexpected reaction makes your anger dissipate slightly, though you roll your eyes at him.

Nanami is meticulously explaining why you should have been more cautious during a mission, and it's starting to grate on your nerves.

"I'm just saying, you should be more aware of your surroundings," he says in that calm, measured tone of his.

You snap, "¡Por el amor de Dios, cállate! ¡No soy una niña!"

Nanami pauses, confusion flickering across his face. "I didn't quite catch that," he says, pushing his glasses up. "But I assume it wasn't complimentary."

You sigh, exasperated. "I said, for the love of God, shut up! I'm not a child!"

He nods slowly, taking in your words and the passionate delivery. "Understood. Though I must admit, there's something quite intriguing about you speaking Spanish."

The argument with Choso is over something trivial—maybe about you not liking the way he organizes things.

"I think it's better this way," he insists, his tone as monotone as ever.

"¡Qué fastidio! ¡No tienes ni idea de lo que hablas!" you snap, hands on your hips.

Choso tilts his head, clearly puzzled. "I don't understand what you just said."

You roll your eyes. "I said you have no idea what you're talking about."

He blinks, then a faint smile tugs at his lips. "I don't know what you said, but it sounded... nice."

You can't help but soften slightly at his innocent confusion and the unexpected compliment.

Arguing with Sukuna is always a dangerous game, but you're fed up with his condescending attitude.

"Do you ever listen to anyone other than yourself?" you snap.

He smirks. "Why would I? No one else is worth listening to."

"¡Eres un imbécil! ¡Que te den!" you shout, throwing your hands up.

Sukuna pauses, eyes narrowing. "What did you just say?" His tone is deadly serious, but there's a glint of curiosity there.

You glare at him. "I called you an idiot. And told you to go to hell."

He chuckles darkly, clearly amused. "I didn't understand a word, but I like the fire behind it."

Toji's laid-back attitude can be maddening, especially when you're trying to have a serious discussion. Today, it's about his tendency to take unnecessary risks, and he's brushing off your concerns with his usual devil-may-care grin.

"Toji, you can't keep taking these risks. It's dangerous!" you exclaim, your voice rising in frustration.

He shrugs, clearly unfazed. "Relax, I know what I'm doing."

"¡Estás loco, Toji!" you shout, the Spanish slipping out in your anger.

He tilts his head, a confused but intrigued look on his face. "What did you say?"

You glare at him, your frustration bubbling over. "I said you're crazy. Do you even care about what I'm saying?"

He grins, clearly amused. "I didn't catch all of that, but I like the sound of it. What language was that?"

You roll your eyes, but his genuine curiosity softens your anger. "Spanish. And yes, you're still crazy."

He chuckles, stepping closer. "Crazy about you, maybe," he teases, his eyes glinting with mischief.

[genericpuff]

Will we ever see dio’s full body? And also is he still the youngest of the Olympians? And i don’t mean like a baby like he was in the original but like how in the original mythology, he was the last to join the pantheon.

Soon! He's gonna need to be a lot bigger than a grape to kick Hades' ass 🥲🤣

As for his age, it's a bit ambiguous as of now how old he is, who he's aligned with, etc. and that's on purpose. Though I did have to take some creative liberties with his character, initially because I just really wanted him in the story as a sort of "right-hand man" to Demeter, as Dionysus is worshipped in fertility cults similarly to Demeter and is even directly affiliated with her in some versions of his birth; but also because I am still working within some of the rules and limitations that Rachel created through the original setting and narrative (though fun fact: Dionysus showed up in Rekindled before he appeared in LO huehuehue)

I will say, he is technically the youngest of the Olympians still - that doesn't necessarily make him the youngest of Zeus' god children, though, as it largely comes down to the stipulations in "who is an Olympian and who is not". Within the narrative of LR, whether or not Dionysus is recognized as an Olympian depends on who you ask, as he's constantly dipping his fingers into either side of the well. It's not necessarily that he's intentionally untrustworthy or conniving, he just doesn't like people fitting him into boxes 😅😆

All that said, I think it's very poetic, in a way, for Dionysus' origins and affiliations to be steeped in mystery. Because while he's largely worshipped as the god of wine, he's also known for another trait that I find often gets forgotten about in a lot of retellings, a trait that has plagued mankind alongside sex and substance abuse, ever since their birth and ascension from the clay of the earth - and that trait is madness. And what could be more maddening than the contradictions of Dionysus' own existence? ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[joelmillerisapunk]

WIP Wednesday Tuesday

I know it's a little early for WIP day but I'm hoping to finish something and post it tomorrow (hoping being the key word here) so here's two javi snippets stripper and dbf (bc the javi brainrot is incredibly real rn) Stripper!Javi (in random fun lil snippets lol)

His hand wrapped around his shaft, a groan slipping from his lips as he began to stroke slowly, matching the rhythm you’d set for yourself. “Look at me,” he said, his voice low and rough, filled with unrestrained desire. “Don’t hide from me, nena.”

The sight of him, so confident, so completely at ease with his own pleasure, made your own need intensify. Your movements quickened, your body arching slightly as the tension in your core built. His gaze flickered over you, drinking in every shiver, every gasp, every movement of your hand.

“Dios mío,” he murmured, his strokes becoming faster as he watched you. “You’re so beautiful like this. I could watch you forever.” 

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You hesitated, your heart racing, unsure of what he was asking. But he took your hand, pulling you gently to your feet, and his lips brushed your ear. “I want you to dance for me. Just for me.”

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“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands tightening their grip, encouraging your movements. “Just like that. Feel me, nena. Let me feel all of you.”

Slowly, deliberately, you adjusted, letting your slick pussy tease the length of him. The anticipation was maddening, and you could feel him trembling beneath you, his restraint barely holding. Then, with a deep breath, you angled yourself just right and began to lower yourself onto him.

The sensation stole your breath as you took him inch by inch, your body adjusting to his size. His growl of pleasure rumbled through you, his hands guiding you down until you were completely seated. The stretch, the fullness—it was overwhelming and exhilarating.

“Now move, baby,” he urged, his voice strained but commanding. “Show me how good you can make us feel.”

DBF!Javi

Curiosity—or maybe something darker—got the better of him. Quietly, he followed the sound down the hallway, his footsteps silent on the hardwood floors. When he reached the crack in your bedroom door, he stopped dead in his tracks.  

The sight in front of him knocked the breath from his lungs. There you were, spread out on the bed, your hand between your legs, back arching as you chased your pleasure. His name escaped your lips in a hushed, broken moan, and he swallowed hard, his pants tightening uncomfortably.  

Jesus Christ. He should walk away. He knew he should walk away. But instead, he stayed rooted to the spot, watching as you trembled, oblivious to the fact that you weren’t as alone as you thought.  

When you finally came down from your high, your body limp and sated, you turned your head—and froze. Standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, was Javier. His arms were crossed over his chest, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.  

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t know I had such an effect on you, princesa.”  

Your face went hot, stomach dropping as you scrambled to cover yourself with the blanket. “Javier! What the hell are you doing?”  

“Me?” he said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “You’re the one putting on a show.”  

“I didn’t know you were here!” you hissed, mortified.  

npt: @evolnoomym @thundermartini @sawymredfox @milla-frenchy @almostempty @gothcsz @myownwholewildworld @itwasntimethatdidit40 @lotusbxtch @arcanefox207

@aurorawritestoescape @604to647 @alltheirdamn @magpiepills @pr3ttynpiink

@probablyreadinsmut @lovely-vamp-princess @maiamore @sanarsi @joelsrose

[beanmachine69]

Ummm… I’m sorry but I really need some Alonso birthday smut for my Leo man ♌️🥵

Pre-party | Fernando Alonso

minors dni

You were almost ready, rummaging through the makeup scattered on your dresser for your earrings which you swore you saw a minute ago. You were getting ready for a belated birthday dinner that a few of Fernandos’ friends insisted on hosting for him, and though he had celebrated his birthday earlier, he was excited to meet his old friends. You didn’t want him to be late and since he had teased you about how often you’d be the reason he was late, you took extra measures to be ready before him to rub it in his face. But now you couldn’t find the earrings Fernando gifted you a while back that you knew would look great with the dress.

“Oh, you’re already ready?” Fernando asked, his shirt untucked and his hair just freshly set in place.

“Almost.” You mumbled, peering over items and pushing some aside to look for the earrings. 

You didn’t hear anything for a few moments till you turned around and he was right behind you, his arm slowly snaking around you and to the dresser, picking up the dangly earrings that had mystically missed your vision completely. You had now turned your back to him, gently picking up the earrings from his hand and hooking them into your ears, all the while maintaining eye contact in the mirror. The smell of his cologne had overpowered your senses, making you slower as his scent intoxicated you in a manner you knew would be of no good for the both of you at this moment.

The purpose of getting ready before him was to gain bragging rights, yet looking at him like that, shirt untucked and barely buttoned with his hair that was set exactly how he preferred, made you double-check why you weren’t already under him or something. He looked maddening- maybe it was his perfume or maybe it was his chestnut coloured eyes staring back at you through the mirror. That man was a distraction and a half, you blessed yourself for managing to get ready before him because there was no way you would have been able to focus on makeup when he was looking at you like that from behind you, with his hand now around your waist and his whole body pressed against you from behind. You knew where this was going and there was no way you were going to get in between him meeting his old friends- despite the fact that he was the one who was attempting to make you two late this time. 

You pulled away from him, breaking eye contact and in the attempt, inadvertently pushing yourself against the dresser. This gave your boyfriend- with his seasoned F1 driver reflexes- the perfect opportunity to bend you over the dresser, grabbing onto your hips as your hands automatically found the edge of the wooden frame to hold onto as he pressed his crotch onto your ass. 

“Dios mio cariño, you look so fucking sexy tonight.” He growled, his lips close enough to your ear for you to feel his facial hair scratch against it.

“Fer-” You started before his hand landed on your ass, shocking you into morphing the remainder of your sentence into a little shriek. As the stinging subsided, the tingling feeling left behind made your cheeks red as you looked at the smirking reflection of your boyfriend.

“Yes, mi amor?” He asked, a smirk still sitting proudly on his lips.

“Nando we have to go, your friends made reservations.” You argued, knowing very well that you were now in no mood to go anywhere anymore.

He hummed a response as his hand soothed the spanked area through the fabric of your very tight dress, slowly rubbing circles before making its way lower and slipping under your dress, hiking it up a little, with his fingers finding their way into your panties. His hands were firm and calloused against the thin lacy fabric of your underwear. You knew it was in both of your better interests to stop but neither of you looked like you wanted to, and so you looked into his eyes through the reflection as he bent down to kiss your neck, lightly nibbling on the skin under your ear.

You bit down a moan as he circled your clit slowly, pressing down harder as his lips kissed all the exposed skin he could find, nibbling and sucking with the same sort of animalistic passion he always exhibited when it came to you. 

“Aren’t you glad you got ready sooner? I’m going to reward you for getting ready so early baby, you’re such a good girl, mi amor.” He whispered, knowing how turned on you’d get from just his whispering.

You nodded as his fingers maintained the pressure and pace on your clit, building a familiar feeling in your chest as he replaced his middle finger with his thumb and inserted his ring and middle finger inside you with no warning, eliciting a moan so pornographic you genuinely surprised yourself. 

“Fuck, Nando we really..” You trailed off as his fingers began pumping inside you, curling up and hitting your g-spot with every pump. 

“Querida, you need to speak up.” He softly whispered.

His words and tone were a direct contrast to his actions, his hand was in your hair and pulling it back, making you look up at him in the mirror.

“Y-yes, n-no please don’t stop.” You stammered, completely discarding your previous thought and sentence, too distracted by the pleasure to think straight. 

And who was Fernando if he were to listen to your desperate plea right now, right? So, he stopped his hands entirely and pulled them out of your panties immediately. The building orgasm came through as a loud whine as you plopped your head down in frustration, pushing your ass against him in hopes of creating some friction.

“Oh mi amor, don’t worry.” He cooed.

Your head was down, back arched and ass still in the air as you heard his belt unbuckle and a soft thud indicating his pants had found their way to the floor. At this moment, the thought of being late or even leaving the house had slipped through your mind, all coherent thoughts had been replaced with some animalistic need for release that seemed to only be in Fernandos’ hands (or pants).

You could feel the tip of his dick rub through your folds, momentarily pressing down on your clit before sliding down and into your aching, sopping center. The entrance made the both of you hiss and groan as he slid all the way in- despite having done this several times before, it always took you a moment to adjust to his size. Fernando was thick and always managed to stretch you out in a way that left you aching for days. 

“Fuck cariño, you feel so good.” He mumbled, eyes focusing on how your ass moved in accordance to his thrusts. 

It only took a few of his thrusts for you to feel the build of your previously abandoned orgasm return, your stomach was twisting and your chest was tightening, and despite feeling your bodily reaction, Fernando thrusted harder, pushing you further onto the edge as your body was being pushed against the dresser. 

“You’re the best birthday present I could have asked for, amor.” He smiled, looking into your eyes.

Despite the fact that you were getting your brains fucked out of you, the statement was sweet and made you smile in return too- the interaction could almost be a little wholesome if you two weren’t fucking like animals in heat. The feeling in your stomach and chest was piling higher, you let go of the dresser with one hand and turned it in his direction- his pace and actions were animalistic, but otherwise he was quite gentle with you, and so he held your hand as his thrusts slowly began to stutter a bit, like he was losing pace, which he usually did right before he came. His grip on your hand tightened as your stomach tightened too, all it took was a shared glance between you two for either of you to understand, and so he nodded, giving you the signal to come. Mere moments after the nod, you felt your whole body quiver as the orgasm flowed through you, your hips stuttered as you felt Fernandos’ last few thrusts quicken right before he came too. 

You both stayed like that momentarily, completely silent as he thrusted the last few pumps of his seed into you, panting wildly as he did so, all the while not letting go of your hand, but merely loosening the grip he had and gently caressing your hand with his thumb. 

“Fucking hell Nando.” You sighed, plopping your head down again.

You heard him chuckle as he pulled out, watching him momentarily look at the mess he made of you before pulling your panties back in place. He gently tapped your ass before he pulled your dress down again, and went down to pull his own pants off the floor too.

“I guess you need to touch up a bit, no?” He asked, smirking as usual.

“Oh come on.” You hissed in mild annoyance, looking at the slight mess he made of your hair and eyeliner.

He moved away as he tucked his shirt into his pants, watching as you adjusted your hair and makeup again, cleaning the slight smudge of your eyeliner. His watch clicked into place, indicating that he was ready.

You turned to face him, now fully having fixed whatever little errors you found, sweetly smiling at the man who fucked you senseless against the dresser a few short moments ago.

“Cariño, you look perfect.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back, not realizing how much you missed his lips on yours throughout the little quickie you just had.

“Come on,” He said, as he smiled and pulled away, “We can still make it on time, don’t wanna be late to my own birthday party, hm?”

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A/N: Sorry if the Spanish isn't right, I used Google translate! Please let me know if I've made any errors haha, really don't want any mistakes in this request. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the belated Nando birthday post anon, love u for the request.

As usual, ask box is open for requests and criticism<3

[moonmaiden1996]

Ok but like....accidently pulling Dionysius' hair during sex and realising both of you realising that's his kink....???

Just YESSSSS!!!!! While I think he is the kinkist God ever I also think he is the softest.

Please let me know hat you think and send any requests I am getting back into writing and need some inspiration.

Read below at your own peril

Your lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss, each second stretching into infinity as the world around you fades away. His hand cradles your face, thumb gently tracing the curve of your jaw, pulling you closer with every tender stroke. The warmth of your breaths mingles, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him deeper into the kiss as if you could lose yourselves in this perfect moment. The kiss, once soft and tentative, grows bolder, more reverent—every movement a silent vow.

“I love you,” he groans, his voice thick with desire, as his lips travel down your neck, worshiping your skin with a hunger that makes you tremble. Dionysus continues his descent, his lips brushing against your skin like a prayer, savoring every inch of your body as though worshiping something sacred. He pauses at the little bud that draws a breathy sigh from your lips, his tongue curling expertly over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His upper body presses firmly against your hips, pinning you to the bed as they stutter beneath him, a mix of soft pleasure and rising passion.

“Dionysus, please,” you gasp, your voice trembling with need. “It’s okay, my light, I’ve got you,” he purrs, his voice like silk as he moves with deliberate tenderness, his touch both soothing and consuming, unraveling you with every stroke.

“I love.... I love you,” Dionysus pants against your skin, his breath hot as his mouth suckles at your sweetness, pulling you deeper into the blissful haze.

Frustration builds like a fire, nipping at your senses. You’re so close—close enough that your stomach quivers, muscles clenching as the wave teeters on the edge of release.

“Never leave me,” he pleads, his voice raw with need. “I need you. I want you like this every day.” He moans softly, tugging at your thigh as his hand trails upward, finding your weeping center that gladly accepts his nimble fingers.

“Dio... argh,” you cry out, your moan echoing off the walls as you arch into him. His touch is molten, searing, and all-consuming, spreading through you like wildfire, threatening to break you apart. Your body pulses with pleasure, waves of it crashing over you as you surrender completely to the burning intensity of his embrace.

But it’s not enough. Every time you teeter on the edge, ready to fall into bliss, he pulls away—pleasure always just out of reach, elusive and maddening. Your frustration swells with each denied release, your body trembling, craving more, desperate for that final push over the brink.

“I love you,” he rumbles, his voice thick as he pulls his mouth away, leaving a soft kiss on your trembling thigh.

“Please,” you beg, your voice trembling as your fingers clutch at the pillow, knuckles white from the desperate grip you've held on to for what feels like an eternity. Your hands abandon their hold, sliding into his ebony locks, tugging gently, urging him to end the sweet torment. A guttural growl escapes him, vibrating against your skin, primal and raw. His breath is hot as he lingers, teasing the line between pleasure and torment, the tension building until it feels unbearable. Every nerve in your body is ablaze with anticipation, your senses overwhelmed by his nearness. His eyes flick up at you, dark and smoldering like hot coals, locking with yours in a way that makes your breath hitch.

“Do. That. Again,” he commands, his voice dripping with desire, his gaze burning into yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

Tentatively, you tug at his hair, pulling him closer to your core. His breath hitches for a moment, but then he purrs, "Harder." Obeying, you yank harder at his locks, and with that, his tongue dives deeper, exploring the depths of your core with renewed intensity. Each pull on his hair draws a gruff grunt from his throat, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. His hips grind desperately against the bed, his rhythm in perfect sync with your every shudder, as if the pleasure he's giving you feeds his own insatiable hunger.

With one final plunge of his tongue, your body shatters, pleasure spiraling through you like a tidal wave. Whimpers and screams tear from your lips, filling the air of your shared bedroom as you are sent careening over the edge, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy. You're drowning in his touch, consumed completely by the bliss that crashes through you.

This orgasm is different. It is hurried, frenzied—not the soft release that Dionysus pulls from you. Finally, your soul seems to return to your body, breathless and trembling as you come back to yourself. Your eyes fall to him—your god. His gaze is ravenous and wild, staring up at you with a hunger that hasn’t been sated. Your fingers remain tangled in his thick locks, and his mouth glistens with the evidence of your release. His body is taut, muscles rippling with need, and beneath him, his length stands proud, bobbing slightly, glistening in the dim light of the room, his own release shimmering on his skin, dripping onto the silken sheet. The air between you crackles with electricity, thick and charged.

He moves fast. In an instant, your still-spasming core shrieks in both protest and pleasure as his thick girth fills you completely. The sudden intrusion overwhelms your senses, your eyes rolling back in your head as the tip of him nudges against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep within you. The shockwave through your body is so powerful that pleasure and pain meld together into an intoxicating blend that sets every inch of you on fire. “Do that again,” he growls, his voice low and rough with desire, as he drives into you with a force that makes the room spin. Each thrust is powerful, an unmistakable demand that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Pull my hair… fuck, baby girl, you feel amazing,” he purrs, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he positions himself between your thighs, the heat radiating between you both nearly unbearable.

“Please,” his voice breaks with raw need, desperation lacing his words. You feel a primal instinct ignite within you as your fingers curl into his hair, tugging hard enough to elicit a deep, reverberating moan from him. It’s a sound that vibrates through your entire body, blending with the rhythm of his movements, a powerful melody of passion and urgency.

You’ve never seen him like this before. Gone is the soft, devoted lover who whispered sweet nothings in your ear; in his place stands a frantic god of lust, a creature lost in the throes of desire. His body moves with a hunger that drives him deeper inside you, each thrust igniting flames of ecstasy that threaten to consume you both. “Harder,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper, but it cuts through the thick air of the room. He responds immediately, snapping his hips forward with renewed vigor, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating from your core, tightening your fingers in his hair.

His hands grip your hips, fingers digging in as he holds you in place, the intensity in his gaze turning molten as he watches you unravel beneath him. There’s a wildness in his eyes, a raw need that sends shivers down your spine. “You’re incredible,” he mutters as he burrows into your shoulder, mumbling affection into your skin, his voice thick with lust, each word dripping with devotion as he loses himself in you completely.

With each pull of his hair, a surge of power rushes through you, a tantalizing blend of dominance and submission that ignites the fire building within. You find yourself completely at his mercy, yet simultaneously commanding his every movement. He’s driven by your whims; every twist of your fingers, every scrape of your nails against his scalp propels him forward, urging him deeper into you.

The pleasure within you mounts, a wave rising higher and higher, threatening to crest and crash over you both. It’s a delicious build-up, a symphony of sensations that leaves you breathless. He leans down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing wildly together, the taste of raw desire mingling with desperate gasps for breath. “Don’t stop,” you urge, your voice a seductive blend of command and plea, dripping with urgency. His response is a low growl, primal and deep, a promise to fulfill your every desire and lose himself completely in you.

As he thrusts harder, you cling to him, your body arching in perfect harmony with his rhythm, wanting more, needing more. Every gasp, every moan becomes a part of the air around you, thick with longing. You cling to him, your body arching, wanting more, needing more, as the world fades away, leaving just the two of you.

[mikibagels]

you draw dio more and more gorgeous every time and its maddening

Y'ALL IM TRYING TO WORK STOP BEING SWEET TO ME /LH

Nah but fr it's not my fault Dio is so pretty he evolves everyday 🙄

[dusmoros]

  ❝  The mysterious and charismatic Dimetor Juno of Royal Sword Academy;  he has quite the strangely attentive following wherever he goes.  ❞

REPRESENTING THE FAIRYTALE :  Greek Mythology

NAME  :  Dimetor Juno BIRTHDAY :  March 20 AGE :  20 HEIGHT  :  188 cm WEIGHT  :  80 kg DOMINANT HAND  :  Ambidextrous HOMELAND  :  Sunshine Lands FAMILY  ;          Semele Juno ( mother )   ──   alive        Thyone Juno  ( mother  /  artificial womb )   ──   deceased         Mors Shroud  ( father )   ──   MIA         Alexikakos Juno  ( step-father )   ──   alive         Liber Juno  ( half-brother )   ──   alive         Alecto   ──   handler / guardian OTHER NAMES  :         Dio  ( by friends )         Mooncalf / Mondkalb ( by Alecto )

SCHOOL  :  Royal Sword Academy SCHOOL YEAR  :  Third  OCCUPATION  :  Student                            vtuber  (  King corViDAY  or Day )                            body double to the heir to Haus Desponia DOMINATE ELEMENT  :  Cosmic UNIQUE MAGIC  :  unknown ;  during spring to summer,  allows Dimetor to bring all plantlife to flourish with life,  and during fall to winter,  allows Dimetor to sap the life out of any plantlife he touches.

HOBBIES  :  photography   PET PEEVES  :  family obligations FAVORITE FOOD  :  assyrtiko grapes LEAST FAVORITE FOOD  :  mushrooms TALENT  :   rigging vtuber models and coding 

❝ Flirt with death,  tease the inevitable,  give the void a saucy wink. 

                Dimetor Juno,   the accursed child of the Juno family,  tainted by the blood of the Shrouds.  A child born of the union of the blood of the two powerful families,  Dimetor’s birth is considered not only taboo,  but also forbidden since the two lines are not permitted to join without the express permission from the head of the Juno family.  But mistakes,  such as this,  can be easily forgiven,  so long as one is repentant,  so long as one is willing to listen and do as the head of the Juno family demands.

After Semele’s affair with Mors Shroud,  she took to the bottle,  unawares of her pregnancy,  and not caring all that much after being informed by the Fury,  Alecto,  of the matter.  In fact,  so maddened was Semele that she sought a way to grow the half-Shroud child outside of her body,  using an artificial womb and the assistance of Alecto.  To cover up the mistake which had brought the half-Shroud into the world,  his mother would soon wed Alexikakos Juno,  the current CEO of the high fashion modeling agency,  Haus Desponia,  at the behest of the family head.  Together,  the couple would raise their gentle son,  Liber,  all the while Dimetor would remain in the hands of wetnurses and maids,  kept out of sight and out of mind.

Although raised under less than ideal circumstance,  Dimetor seemed unaffected by the treatment from his mother and step-father,  he was rather content to be out of the limelight.  Outside of their attention,  he was still given the best education money could buy,  and he was allowed as many freedoms as one might expect.  On his own,  he developed quite the eye for photography and quite the green thumb.  And just like clockwork,  he seemed to vanish during winter every year.

At the tender age of seventeen,  Dimetor would be accepted into RSA,  where he currently resides as one of the top students.

TRIVIA

He is a barer of the Shroud curse,  burning through blot as soon as it accumulates,  and if he does not produce enough blot,  the curse will eventually eat away at his magic.  His father was a member of the main Shroud bloodline,  while his mother is 4th cousins with the main Juno family. During Spring and Summer,  those closest to Dimetor begin to become not just infatuated,  but also obsessed with him,  and yet come mid-Fall,  those same people are driven to madness,  and violent hatred or rage directed at him.  During early Winter,  Dimetor is always murdered by those people he has affected,  only to reappear with the coming of Spring as though nothing has happened. Reincarnation of Bacchae Dionysus

[cxncordia]

very nsfw prompt - m/m 5 - dio or richmond with jackson

Very NSFW Prompt - Image @nghtdsires || accepting.

From Dio's perspective, the sensation of Jackson's thick cock sliding on top of him, rubbing against his own clothed cock was absolutely divine. The friction was maddening, but he couldn't get enough of it. As they continued, Dio couldn't help but notice the way his friend's hulking frame dwarfed his own: yeah, Dio was muscular and strong, specially his thighs. But Jackson was on another level, his huge muscles rippling with each thrust. Dio had always known there was something more than camaraderie between them, but until now he had never acted on it. And as the encounter escalated, Dio wondered if maybe he had made the biggest mistake of his life. After all he only knew Jackson dated women.

Dio's lips were clad kissing back the hunk on top of him, his hands roaming over his hairy chest and chiseled abs. They were still dressed, or so one would think, because the only thing separating their cocks from touching were the briefs that each were wearing. Dio had to admit he was enjoying the thrill of doing something so perverted while remaining clothed. He paused a second, his hand on Jackson's neck, gently pushing it away from him. "Take my cock out," he ordered. "I wanna see how good you are at sucking."

[speed-demon-doodler]

act 3- A serious case of the "victory sillies"

gotta support your boyfriend, especially after a maddening 1/2 hours of attempts (my own irl partner as a witness) in which I forgot I'm usually a calm and not in the slightest competitive person BUT DAMN IF WE'RE NOT GONNA STICK TO THE PLAN I HAVE ATLEAST THREE DIFFERENT PEOPLE CAPABLE OF TELEPORTATION AND WE'RE GONNA USE THEM COM'E' VERO DIO. even if the game really doesn't want us to and keeps tucking our local wizard in.

(in which this is the second time Astarion gets the killing blow, go get them tiger)

[oncein4while]

Manifesté bien machín en el último post y si paseeeeeeeeeeee ala vergaaaaaaaaaa

Ahora la pregunta es acaso si me gusta mi carrera………. no se qn sabe

Feliz navidad a todos mis no lectores los amo muchísimo jajajajajajjj

Me amaneció un iPad a la vergaaa y estoy escribiendo esto desde ella, tmb me regalaron unas botas Steve Madden en el intercambio de mi familia (la neta era lo que menos quería de mi wishlist pero están chilas) y una madre para organizar como cosas del baño y un discooooo viniiil el de 10 things I hate about you😭😭😭 me lo dio la Reneé yyy una bata así calientita bien agusto y ya amén feliz navidad comí bien rico estoy traumada con los tamales que compro mi mamá y la ensalada de manzana

Bendiciones la pepo

[goldengauntlet]

I just really love Retribution, guys. There’s something so endearing about this little family of misfits being brought together by Mustafa. Not to mention they each have their own unique quirks and mannerisms, making them even more loveable. 

[wweincorrectquotes]

Dio: So what’s the plan for tonight?

Shane: Are you sure you want to talk about the P-A-R-T-Y in front of the F-A-T-H-E-R?

Mustafa: [sarcastically] Oh, in times like this I sure wish I could spell.

[alexinotherlands]

Idk about you guys but seeing Mace makes me feel like he has soft hands or a gentle hug.