#crispy cutie

[gatorgrumbles]

Hi I'm insane about him

[peri-peri-sauce]

Mlem 👅

[pigeonriot]

A FULL EPISODE WITHOUT CRISPY COLE SHOWING HIS FACE

[reeteee]

[theanimeroom]

Hiii, one of isagi being such a cutie and respectful boyfriend BUT then in reader's birthday she wishes "world peace and being fucked by his cute bf" and then good boy isagi let her perv side out 🛐🛐🛐

yes 🫡

bf!isagi yoichi who was terrified of PDA when you two first got together. you assured him that it was fine, the two of you didn’t have to go farther than holding hands or occasional kisses whenever he felt comfortable. he still hesitated every time his fingers laced between yours though, his face turning bright red and his eyes always being unable to meet yours.

he always saw you as his little treasure, and he wanted all eyes away from you because you belong to him <3. he was used to being in the spotlight with his career, but he never wanted to drag you into it. there were probably several talks about making your relationship public, to which you didn’t mind, but isagi didn’t share the same sentiment.

he wanted you to himself, wanted to make sure that no one else even considered trying to make moves on you without having his fangirls trying to pick you apart. he’s a major homebody, believe it or not. whenever nagi or bachira would beg for him to come out he always opted to stay in the house with you, watching movies and eating candy so sweet you swore your teeth should have fallen out by now.

his love for you and natural reclusiveness only skyrocketed the day you opened your eyes to a platter being placed under your nose, the smell of fresh, crispy bacon and toast filling your sensing before you could even register what day it was.

“happy birthday!” his sweet voice was the first thing you got to hear, a sleepy smile stretching across your face. his eyes were big and filled with happiness as he watched you attempt to sit up, rubbing the rest of your fatigue away with your hands. when your breakfast was placed in front of you a small giggle broke through your yawn at the preparations. there were around 8 strips of bacon on the plate, along with scrambled eggs, a couple halves of toast and a blueberry muffin with a little candle wick placed on top. “i made your favorite.”

“did you?” you giggled, feeling your heart swell at the hopeful expression on isagi’s face. your boyfriend was always so sweet, almost sickeningly so sometimes. he was typically all forehead kisses and soft touches, like you were a porcelain doll. even in bed, he preferred making love to anything else, it made him feel like he was appreciating you for all that you were worth. you loved it of course, adored it even. it’s what made you fall in love with him in the first place, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted….more.

you’d seen isagi on the field. you knew the kind of stamina, passion, and drive he had when it came to crushing his opponents, you just wished that sometimes he’d come home and crush you instead.

so when your sweet, innocent, loving boyfriend told you to make a wish on the muffin candle, you didn’t even have to ponder on your wish. leaning in with shielded vision, you spoke your wish with a sly smile on your face. “i wish for world peace and to be fucked by the undeniably hot boyfriend.”

when you looked at your boyfriend, his eyes were as wide as saucers. you were his sweet girl, and he’d never even considered being even remotely rough with you because of it. but alas, there was only so much strength a man could have after hearing that slip from your lips.

and that’s exactly how you ended up here, with your ass angled in the air and your moans muffled by the fabric of your pillowcase. there was one hand pressed against the back of your head, pushing you further into the bed when his other hand held down your arm against your back. your plea’s and moans fell on deaf ears though, the only thing on isagi’s mind being the filth that he’s spewing your way.

“aww, is this what my sweet baby wished for? wanted to be treated like a little slut, huh?” he punctuated his question with a hard thrust, hips flesh against your ass.

you wailed in the pillow, but a broken response didn’t seem to be enough for the man above you. with a brash tug his fingers were in your hair, tugging until your neck was strained and your teary eyes were looking back at him. his thrusts never slowed down still hitting all the spots that’s make you twitch and see those pretty little stars in the corner of your vision. “good little whores are supposed to answer when they’re spoken to, aren’t they?”

“y-yes!!” your voice was strained, body weak from pleasure although you tried to follow his instructions. your body shuffled, trying to push back against him but only receiving a rough slap on the flesh of your ass in response. his fingers dug into the skin as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

the air sent a shiver down your spine, your mind only filled with thoughts of him. his voice was light, the power of his thrusts leaving you both breathless. “my baby seems to be getting a little greedy,” he chuckled, a soft grunt slipping through at the wet patch staining the pillow, a string of drool leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “but since it’s your birthday, i’ll let you off the hook.”

your back arched as isagi bottomed out inside of you, hips flush against your ass, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. you moaned, trying your hardest to fuck yourself back onto him and chase the tingling feeling that permeated your toes and fingertips. you could barely breathe with the way he was fucking you, and if you weren’t in love with he man before this, you definitely were now.

“you know i love you right, baby?” isagi asked, grinning when you frantically nodded your head. he wasn’t even sure if you’d heard what he said to you, your eyes glazed over and breathing so labored that he laced his fingers in your hair and pulled your face out of the pillow. “you still with me sweet girl?”

“uh huh,” you groaned, pushing your hips back in hopes for him to fuck you more rather than talk. with a chuckle, isagi wrapped a hand around your waist.

“good, because you won’t be in a second,” were the last words he said before forcing his cock in as far as it could go. the sounds of skin against skin reverberated around the room, combined with the broken whimpers coming from you and the occasional moan and groan from isagi.

the knot in your stomach tightened as he prodded that one spot inside of you, causing the muscles in your body tense as your body started to succumb to the pleasure.

“gonna come for me baby?” the man above you asked, landing a harsh smack against the side of your ass. a guttural moan left you at the sensation, the sight of your cunt creaming his cock only causing his pace to quicken. with another smack you were wailing out a positive response, thighs trembling as they tried to keep your body upright. “wanna feel the birthday girl come all over me, you can do that pretty, right?”

isagi didn’t have to say another word, the simple request being all you needed to let the waves of pleasure take over your body with a strangled moan. isagi let out a moan of his own at the way you squeezed around him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he bottomed out, eyes rolling as ropes of come painted your inner walls.

isagi breathed heavily into your ear, the sensation tickling your skin just enough to make you shuffle underneath him.

“mmm baby,” you spoke lowly, turning your head so your face wasn’t plastered into the pillow. the male above you hummed, eyes closed in bliss as he came down from his high. it took you a second before you were able to respond, still trying your hardest to catch your breath. when you did respond though, the words slipped from you with a smile.

“can this be my birthday present every year?”

don’t plagiarize! it’s not nice <3

theanimeroom

[lamb-bait]

ah. another lovely day with my sweet little lambs.

how are you? are you taking care of yourself? are you making sure you get the respect you deserve? as vile and disgusting as I might be- I still care about you in particular. you shouldn't be letting anyone else trample over your hopes, dreams and aspirations.

but that's not really why you're on this side of tumblr. on today's disgusting roulette, rolling at 4 in the morning admidst a rising storm. I talk about kidnapping often, i've talked about corruption recently. what else stirs in my head? of course, it's intox.

Forced intoxication, non-con intoxication. alcohol, drugs, sleeping pills. I briefly went over this in one of my posts, but let me elaborate my fantasies.

We're friends. Why wouldn't we be? I'm not the most talkative guy out there, but I have a few shining moments. A joke here and there, a witty remark, an innocent compliment. A pleasant person to be around. We started off by talking at work, chatting whenever we ran into each other, occasionally hanging out when our co-workers went out for drinks.

"You wanna watch that new movie we were talking about, I can stream it at my place." It was an innovation offer, we were closer than our other co-workers - and it's not like I ever hit on you or flirted with you. There was no reason to say no, if anything, you were looking forward to it. And before you knew it, you were in a house you've never been at - the sun was setting, I was handing you a glass of god knows what. "It's just a long island, try it, I'll start the movie."

A small sip, it didn't taste strong - it was sweet, iced, a bit citrus-y, and overall pleasant. "Get comfy, I can get us a blanket if you get chilly." Ah, sweet assurance. It was comforting wasn't it? Getting to relax, enjoy a movie and free alcohol? Then came with another drink, and another, was it just you ~ or were the drinks getting stronger. Why did I seem so interested in you over the movie, that soft smile always on my lips as I held he bottle up. "Done already?" My voice curious, getting up from the other couch and moving to sit next to you. "God, you're drunk." You could tell that I sounded surprised, but there was an undertone to that - excitement. "Have you ever had those ▀▀▀ brownies before?" I was just asking you if you want some brownies, and they sound good after those drinks. Something chewy and sweet, baked today? "It's my first time making them, tell me how they are." My first time, could you believe it? You had to take a bite, didn't you? It tasted a little funny, but - it was good. A little crispy on the outside, chewy and sweet on the inside, good enough to have two. Did you pick the second one up? Or did I hand it over to you.

"Good job cutie." I whisper, scooting closer and putting my hand on her cheek, softly patting it as I look into your eyes. My thumb feeling your lips. You could barely say anything, let alone stop me. You can see me tilting my head lightly, squinting and looking at you with a hint of worry. "You okay?" I ask, moving my hand down and squeezing your breast roughly, even though it was my first time. Perfect. I didn't have to hide anything anymore, humming softly as I start pulling your clothes off - pulling my phone out and putting it infront of your face. "Smile~!" I say as I start recording. I knew you were still somewhat conscious, even as I stripped you whole recording - as I groped you, as I leaned to your lips and stole as many disgusting kisses as I wanted. I tug at your pants, yanking down your panties before I force your legs open. You probably couldn't understand a word I'm saying, but you can feel me forcing your thighs apart - my warm breath against your cunt, getting closer, and closer. It feels heightened, more sensitive than you remember, were you already wet? You can feel my fingers against your hole, it confirmed it - you definitely were. Then you could feel my tongue, harsh, wet, pressing against your clit with a moan - forcing your legs to stay open with my hands as I lapped at your cunt. Tasting you, making you an even bigger mess, slowing down every now and then to see if your body was pathetic enough to start trying to grind against my tongue for more. That was perfect. That's exactly what I want, getting up and pulling my cock out, my hand stroking it slowly - precum clearly oozing and coating the tip. I move it to your face, a smug - cocky smile on my lips, as I move one of my hands to your mouth and push my thumb past your lips, forcing your mouth to open enough for my cock to push into. You were drooling, tasting the thick, salty, slimy cock of your 'friend' using your mouth - a soft slap on your cheek as if to remind you to suck like the good little toy you were. And you listened, didn't you? How pathetic. That was plenty, I was satisfied and impatient, adjusting you on the couch before I took my drool covered cock and smacked it against your cunt - pressing against it and finally pushing it inside you, where it belongs. My face said it all, the drool escaping from the edge of my lips, the bliss in my eyes, the obvious ecstasy I was feeling from raping you.

The beginning of the end.

[ A bit longer than my usual posts, but I figured you deserved it. My asks are open for the shy lambs who can't seem to message me themselves, and for those that feel confident ~ I'm always here for you.

With love and lust,

your Shepard.

[snghnlvr]

dog whisperer. | sim jaeyun

jake sim x fem reader

synopsis: maybe dogs do bring people together, especially towards your new neighbor.

includes: 890 words | neighbors x friends | fluff!! | dogs know what’s up 😏

extra: i finally know how to make a mood board…. so now it won’t look wonky whenever i post .. he.. he.. | i made this when i was sad lol | jake is very boy next door coded <3 | i’m so delusional for this man (i still love sunghoon)

likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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“i’m gonna walk bella.” you shouted across the room to your mother who was in the kitchen making diner. you shouted enough to hope that she heard you as you finished dressing to your cocker spaniel to prevent her from being dirty. you smiled at her when she’s patiently waiting to be dressed.

“alright y/n, just go where the grass is, bella likes it there the most.” your mom informed you as she was cutting up vegetables. you hummed as a reply. 

before you put on a leash, you put on your headphone so you can be in bubble space when walking bella. 

you were all set to walk bella as she kept barking at you to hurry up. you giggled at your dog running to the door, “okay okay bella i heard you!” you locked her with the leash and finally went outside. 

after walking bella for 10 minutes, around the neighborhood block. you were heading back home once night was settling in. 

as it was in the middle of autumn, it was kind of chilly to walk around with a sweater and shorts however it didn’t concern as your eyes were occupied of the scenery with the leaves crumpled into piles on the floor and sunset reflecting on your skin. 

it was raining two days again yet you still smell it’s crispiness. you cringed upon your imagination to step onto a puddle with your shoes on and letting the water seep into your socks. 

as something disrupts your thoughts, you immediately become alarmed when you see a big yellow dog from the yard. with your instincts you carried bella into your arms as you were intimidated by the size difference; that yellow dog was 2x the size of bella! 

“where is your owner??” you mumbled to yourself and the dog who seemed to be interested in you and bella. bella’s eyes keep looking at the dog but stayed in your arms. 

there was a young boy who came out of the yard, looking hysterically around. “layla!” he called out, grabbing the attention of you and the dog that’s named layla. 

you were speechless of his beauty. your eyes trailed to his every action and your heart stopped when he kneeled in front of you, petting the dog. 

he was wearing black sweatpants, black puffer, black shirt - just straight up black everything including his hair color yet it looked so attractive on him.

he finally looked up to you and you nearly stumbled with the eye contact. 

he smiled. “i’m sorry but she likes to run around often.” he chuckles and you are intrigued at how deep it was. you’re still speechless trying to process this handsome this boy was in front of you, you wondered if he was engraved by the gods.

“oh..” you whispered to yourself, trying to think what you should say. you saw the boy stand up and your heart started to beat faster at how tall he is. “she’s cute.” you mentioned seeing the yellow dog smiling widely while sitting down.

“thank you! her name is layla, she’s a cream border collie.” you noticed how he ruffled his dog, making her lean into his touch on his leg. he giggled. 

“how about your dog?” his eyes laid onto the small dog in your hands. you realized you’re still holding bella. “hi cutie..” your heart fluttered when he tried to make eye contact to your dog, speaking to bella softly as bella whines, trying to escape from your arms which caught you off guard. 

“her name is bella, she’s a cocker spaniel like from the movie lady and the tramp.” you smiled, trying to hide your nervousness. 

“she?” he questioned, looking at you but you couldn’t handle it still so you kept looking and petting bella. you nodded.

you noticed how his eyes lights up. “bella and layla can be friends then!” you looked at layla. “be nice layla..” he spoke to her gently as it seems like layla got the message. 

you slowly put bella down, keeping the leash close to you in case anything happens. you noticed how the two sniffled each other and then suddenly wagged their tails together. you were surprised at how they quickly got along. 

“oh i think they like each other.” you smiled at the two dogs bonding as you heard a yeah from him beside you. 

“i’m jake by the way.” he suddenly mentioned. you turned your body, looking up at him and he smiled at you. you heart warmed at how sweet he was looking. “i’m new here.” he added.

“i’m y/n.” you didn’t give back exactly the same energy but you were smiling at him shyly. then your eyebrows perked up. “new?” you questioned as he nodded.

“yeah my family and i moved back from korea,” jake shifted his body, pointing to a house that seemed to be close to you. “the red one.. right there.” he stated and it made your jaw drop because your house was next to his.

“that’s funny, i’m the one right next to yours, the white one.” you mentioned, giggling as jake looked surprised with his eyes widened and his jaw open, replicating your expression. 

“hi new neighbor,” you spoke, sparing a smile to him. you hope that will be the start of sharing more smiles with him. “jake.”

[gatorgrumbles]

I drew wifey. I could definitely fix him (zero medical proficiency)

[ashbandipoot]

My crispy cutie patootie pookie bear

[mamieishere]

How to row a hook-up

MDNI

disclaimer : unprotected sex, quickie, doggy style, creampie, semi public, teasing, breeding kink, no name mentioned

You met him on a dating app. You liked his profile because of his blue hair. It's not common and you love someone with their own personality. He was a traveler, coming we-don't-know-where and indicated that he was around for several days.

There was no expectation, you liked some other profiles. You got some matches and started to talk with them but they weren't interesting or too weird. You gave up for the night and went to bed. Tomorrow evening your friend will arrive and the both of you will head to the most anticipated festival of the year. How exciting is it to finally being able to enjoy music lives.

When you woke up the next morning, you were anything but a portable battery, too much energy, too much happiness... too much eve everything.

You headed to the shower and had a full body wash, hair included. Summer nights were hot and humid, so much so that you needed to wash your hair daily. After getting dressed, you picked up your phone and oh! missing notifications. It was the blue haired cutie. He liked you back! FUCK!

"Hi! I'm here for a few days. I'm going to be honest, I need someone who speaks the local language... Are you in?" 4 hours ago

"Ha ~ Finally, I wasn't that honest. I have a big event this weekend and I am very stressed. It's impromptu but could you help you to reduce this tension?" 4 hours ago

"I mean in a sexual way?" 3 hours ago

"Wait... It's impossible to erase a message on this app??? Fuck it." 5 minutes ago

"You know what? Forget it, nvw. It was unsolicited." now

You laughed. He was cute and kinda strange in a way.

"Hey :) sure I'm in, even for a tension revealed thing if you want." now

You texted back without proofreading, probably because you'd cringe at your message. You tossed your phone on your bed. after all, What are the chances that he will respond now? Obviously none.

You planned to go on a self date, one of your fave thing. You put a little make, mascara and lip gloss, grab your bag stuffed with keys, wallet, a book and your flying phone. Headphones on your ears, you headed out to a cozy restaurant nearby to the hotel.

The atmosphere was hushed, the lights were subdued and the ceiling had mouldings. A perfect place to order a fancy dish and a glass of white wine in the back corner out of sight. After the waiter has taken your order and came back with your drink, you took your book and started peacefully your me-time.

A group of about ten people took the table on the right. They were loud, chaotic dressed in expensive clothing. You sighted and turn on the headphones again. You looked for your phone to play some music. While the tracks scrolled across the screen, he popped up. You jumped on your seat, hurting the table.

- "HOLLY... ", you restrained yourself from screaming and rubbing your knees. The neighbours at the table turned around with surprised looks. "My apologies", you nodded, pressed play to the first track coming and hid behind your book.

"Hello again! Thank God, I'm glad you did answer. I'm not used to dating apps, probably because I'm not allowed to. Had I say I was relieved? Haha I'm rumbling... Anyways, I'm going to dinner in a restaurant, would you like to recommend me a dish? I'm so lost... " 3 minutes ago

You laughed softly.

"Okay, it's funny because I'm in a restaurant too currently. I order a croque madame, it's a hot sandwich studded with béchamel sauce, cheese and ham plus there's a sunny side up on the top of it. It comes with a salad. So, I guess you may order this too!" now

"THANK YOU!" now

Oh the answer came very quickly this time. You left your phone on the table with the book, as the waiter came back with your dish.

Oh it was delicious... The bread was crispy outside but still soft and buttery. The egg was perfect, the ham and cheese tasty and smoked. It was heaven,all of this combined with the jazz music playing... It was orgasmic.

"I guess you gave me a good choice. It looks yummy. *one picture attached *" now

Your eyes widen once again. The picture of his dish was exactly the same than yours, the dishes, the tablecloth, everything. You raised your head and started to search around you. He was here.

*Wait... We are in the same restaurant. Oh lol, where are you?" now

You kept looking for some blue hair but failed. Was it a joke? Where was he? After 5 minutes, your message was still unread. You decided to go to the bathroom, leaving your things under the waiter supervision.

Until someone grabbed your hand and guided you to the first nearby room. You were about to scream when your kidnapper switch on the light. Blue hair. Oh.

- "Hey... hey hey hey", he whispered "I'm so sorry, I caught you by surprise. I recognized you when I entered the restaurant earlier. I wanted to give you a hand sign but as I was with my band and the staff, it was impossible. Please accept my apologies. But jeez you're beautiful. Ah sorry I'm rambling again... Hey? Hello, Earth?"

Of course you heard him but you were shut. He was stunning, his delicate face, his bobba eyes contrasted so well with his blue hair. You were subjugated.

- "Yeah? Hi...", the words fell from your mouth.

- "Are you okay? Are you shocked?" he panicked "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.".

You put your hand on his chest. "Are you real...?" you asked randomly. He burnt out of laughter,took your hand and swapped your fingers with his own.

- "Hello sweetheart, yes I'm real", he cooed with a chuckle. He took your chin and replaced a strand of hair out of your face. "May i kiss you?"

Wow, that was bold but not as bold as you, putting your hands on his shoulders for leverage, you reached to his mouth and put a lingering kiss on his lips. He caught you and deeper the kiss, glued his body to yours.

- "Ah princess... I want you now, can I have you now?", You looked at him and nodded. "Use your words baby. ".

- "Ha.... yes, please. Are you not afraid that someone caught us?".

He cadged you between his body and the door.

- "No, I'm not. You'll have to stay quiet if you don't want to be discovered.", He leaned to kiss you again. Both of you had a little time. His hands made their path under your shirt going for the claps of your bra. You weren't wearing a bra, oops. He broke the kiss and gave you a stern look.

- "Oh my. What do we have here?", he raised your hands with one hand while his others reached up your top, exposing your chest to the cold air, making your nipples harder than they already were. He started to leave little pecks on your neck, down to your collarbone, decorating it with purple and finally reaching to your left boob.

- "Let's start with your heart side would you?", he rolled the sensitive tip between his digits, cutting off a moan of you. He urgently put his hand on your mouth. "Stay quiet baby if you don't want to get caught".

He freed your hands which ended up on his shoulders again and licked your nipple. Your chest arched, giving him more flesh. You moaned again, silently. His other hand found a place on your hips, rubbing slow circles.

- "Touch me, please...", Your voice was almost a whisper. "May I have your fingers in me?"

It was all it took for him to snap. He got back on his feet, turned you around and lifted your skirt.

- " Oh baby wants my fingers?", he teased. "Baby wants me to finger your needy hole?"

He didn't give enough time to answer before he ripped soaking panties, stuffed you with two fingers at an incredible rough pace. You felt the first sprinkles of pleasure and he added a third one. Soft moans weren't enough, louder ones erupted from your throat as he stopped them by placing a hand on your filfy mouth.

- "I told you to stop being noisy", his action hadn't the expected effect, your creamed his hand. "Fuck that's hot. May I give you my cock sweetie, uh? Want me to fill you up? Breeding you with my seeds?".

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you gave him a "Ha... y... es fuck, gimme y-your see-seeds".

While licking his digits, he undid his pants, freeing his erected dick from the confines of his underwear. One hand came to press on your back to put your pussy on display. You felt him, rubbing his cock along your folds, teasing your entrance. You tried to push your hips back on him to finally get your dream fulifilled.

- "tsk... baby no... that's not how we ask to be fucked"

- "please, I can't... oh shit!", he penetrated you in one full stroke. He snapped his hips on yours, making the head of his penis kissed your cervix, forcefully. The pace he chose left no space for mercy. You thought you were going to cum only by being penetrated until he reached your clit only to play with it. As his pace maintained a high drive, he doodled circles on your bundle of nerves.

- "Fuck baby girl, cum... cum for me. Cum on my cock, I want to feel it", he bite your ear. Then everything became colorful. You came hard around him, squeezing your insides like never you did before. He helped by guiding you through it. The only sound remained was the lewd, squishing sound of his cock entering you again and again. He took him a few pumps before he filled you full of him.

- "hhhhaaa fuck baby, I'm bringing you to my hotel room. I can't leave you like that."

hiii, it's been a while! I hope you enjoyed this story. it was supposed to be a drabble, as usual, it's a failure 🤷🏻‍♀️

Feel free to give feedback and comments (constructive ones only!) 💕

I have to be honest, im not a big mood to write rn but I felt I needed to post this one. please be nice if you find typos or grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language.

[konigsluvr]

Omg thanks so much for getting back on my request so fast! The NSFW bit was a nice bonus 😏 tsk got me simping more on this man

Yes 6 months ago way peak Avatar, there was an endless supply of fics to binge but the past 2 months it's dwindled down a lot huh

Can i request more König HC if that's okay, but about his domestic preferences. Like his morning routine, his fave food, how he likes his coffee, his fashion sense etc

Thanks, and no rush! Take care x

I'm so glad you guys liked my recent headcanons, I was nervous it wasn't gonna get any attention but the amount of reposts and likes warmed my heart smmmmm<33 and I miss avatar so much, I've been deep in the cod stuff that I haven't read anything about avatar in agessss. Anyways here is könig headcanons, domestic version (sorry I took so long xx). Reblogs are highly appreciate <33

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König Headcanons pt2

Includes: König being a cutie at home.

☆ his bed is probably in his top 3 favourite things in life. Like they would be 1: You, 2: you again, 3: his bed. Like there's nothing better than coming home from a long and stressful mission and finding you sleeping in his queensized bed. You make sure to wash the bed for when he comes home so he has the best nights sleep. You'd hear him let out a relieved sigh when he gets in bed and cuddles with you. Nothing better.

☆ I picture him as a morning person. It's just way more peaceful, calm, and bright. Plus, whenever he sleeps in, he feels a tad bit guilty due to "wasting" seeing a beautiful morning.

☆ the type of man that shuts his blinds in the evening, makes his home cosier and he feels a lot safer and private.

☆ he wears those compression shirts at the gym or when he's training at base... omg I'm just imagining how beefy he looks.

☆ black coffee, he probably likes the bitter taste but will probably switch to a more milky coffee once you convince him that its just way better. Probably won't take any sugars because he will be scared it will ruin his godly physique.

☆ for breakfast, he eats cereal because most of the time he can't be bothered cooking as soon as he wakes up. Sometimes he'll forget but you'll always be there to make sure he eats <33

☆ I'm sorry, I gotta include this. Apple juice>orange juice. You two have definetly had a heated debate on which one is better but he won, of course.

☆ könig probably won't leave the house much, if he does it's just for a small walk around his neighbourhood or in the park, and going grocery shopping.

☆ he would like to be comfy so wearing a hoodie or a jumper suits him and on a good day he'll wear his jeans, but mostly just joggers. (Grey Joggers *wink wink*)

☆ if you two are going out to a fancy dinner, he'll try to dress up for you but you tell him its fine as you don't want him to feel too causcious or vulnerable in public.

☆ fave food... I actually have no idea. He enjoys a good steak, especially if it's cooked by you :))

☆ he's a good cook, he can chef up a really good meal if he's in the mood. If you can cook better than him, he wouldn't even be mad. He would find it really attractive and would just watch you from the kitchen counter or stand right behind you looking over your shoulder, watching you cook. And if you burn something by mistake he'll either prevent it from happening before you even notice or he was too distracted by you and would laugh and tell you it's okay, and convince you he likes it a little crispy to make you feel better.

☆ his home probably didn't have much things lying around, such as decorations and random objects, but as soon as you moved in, you made it more homely with your random makeup there or your dropped clothing here. He's a tidy person but wouldn't be mad if you forget to put something away, he would most likely just leave it there in case you need it again later on or remind you kindly that it's there.

☆ movie nightssssss!! Imagine cuddling up with König on a Friday night when you two can't be bothered going out for a drink at the bar. You both choose a movie line up for the night, go out and buy some of your favourite snacks, get your most cosy blankets and share them together. Goals. Literal goals.

Sorry this pretty short. Have a lovely day and take care of yourself xxx

[gaybananabread]

Can we get headcanons for Hawks and Dabi? Is Dabi even ticklish, as a burnt piece of bacon?

🪶🧡Hawks & Dabi Tkl Headcanons🩵🔥

~And I’m back! Sorry for taking so long to get to my inbox, I live in shame (╥ᆺ╥；). I also got a req for some LOV hcs, so those should be out soon! These two doofs will forever hold a special place in my brain and I love it. Thank you for requesting!~

🩵Dabi🔥

General:

So the crispy-fried parts of him are ticklish, but to a degree. (continued in Lee)

He gives heavy ler-leaning switch vibes. Like, he’s always ready to wreck a bitch, but he’ll occasionally want some goofy affection.

Is incredibly embarrassed to admit he likes tickling. Will deny it until his last breath unless he’s “forced” to admit it.

Lee:

Only light tickling works on the scarred areas, maybe feathers or gentle tracing with nails

Even then, scarred bits only get him giggling softly.

It’s adorable and soft, which is exactly why he’ll kill almost anyone that tries.

He’s gotta be in the perfect mood, or so down-in-the-dumps that he doesn’t give a shit about what anyone does.

Main lers are Hawks, Twice and Toga. If anyone else does it, they’d better be wearing some wool and modacrylic suits.

Rough, airy giggles ranging to full-out cackling, depending on where and how you get him.

His worst spots are his belly button and armpits. If you go to town there, he’ll forget his name in no-time.

Melt spot is the area from under his chin and down to his collarbones.

That whole area is burned, but some gentle affection makes him happier than he’ll ever tell. Especially some tickly kisses to let him know they don’t care that he’s a lil’ crispy around the edges.

Ler:

Good luck and condolences to your diaphram-

He’s got a rough style, preferring to get his lee screeching over mere giggles. (if he cares, though, he’ll do what they prefer)

He’s not picky: he’ll wreck whoever in the main LOV-circle.

Most frequent flyers are Hawks and Twice (see the parallel?). He likes excuses, mainly giving out revenge tickles.

The teasiest bastard to ever walk the Earth. Like, seriously, man has no shame.

“That tickles? Better brace yourself, giggles: it only gets worse from here~” “Huh? Sorry, didn’t hear that over you laughing your ass off.” “Tickle tickle tickle, cutie~”

Would 100% do the Tickle Monster routine, but be genuinely terrifying about it. Long chases, anticipation builders, and raspberries/nibbles when he’s “hungry”

He’ll stop if the lee seriously asks, but other than that, goes until they’re wheezing.

Surprisingly nice aftercare: back rubs, light praise and occasionally cuddles if you’re good with puppy-dog eyes.

🧡Hawks🪶

General:

First off, this man has no shame in admitting he enjoys tickling.

He has “can say the t-word at any time” powers and abuses them whenever possible.

Birdy boy gives straight switch vibes. Down for a tickle fight, no matter what direction it goes for him.

Lee:

A lot more ticklish than most would think. Few actually try it, but those that have are pleasantly surprised.

He gets lee moods frequently, though they’re rarely taken care of. While he can admit he doesn’t mind tickling in general, asking to receive it is a lot harder.

When he is tickled, his laughter is bright and pitchy. That confident voice tends to crack when he’s laughing his feathers off.

Worst spot is his wings for sure, followed by his hips. If you dig into his wingpits, he’s a goner.

Melt spot is his stomach. He loves gentle belly traces, though he can’t handle kisses or nibbles there for too long.

His favorite ler is Dabi. He’s closest with him in the league, and the man knows how to get him laughing.

If the lee mood is really bad, he’ll sit near Dabi with his arms behind his head until he gets the message. If that doesn't work, it's annoying the hell out of the crispy boy.

Ler:

*Ehem*...the wings.

You know he uses those whenever possible to mess with friends and associates.

A stray feather hear, an accidental bring-brush there. Everyone knows he's doing it on purpose, but few actually try to prove it. After he finds out, even fewer succeed.

Purrs smug, teasy little compliments to his lee. Mans is cruel in the best way.

“Those seem like some adorable giggles. Mind sharing?” “What? You don't want me seeing this cute, squishy tummy? I don't see the problem, giggles~” “Loving these thighs of yours. So fun to squeeze and poke— the snorts are the best part!”

He “attacks” Dabi the most, mainly for mood-checks or just to be an ass.

After him, Twice is a regular. Whether it be for comfort after a “splitting” headache or just because, a few feathers will find their way to the villain.

Hawks doesn't really have a particular style besides “loveable asshole”

Depending on who's getting it, he'll go soft, rough, in the middle, feathers only: whatever the situation calls for.

Mainly cuddly aftercare: hugs, back rubs, a few spare teases, and maybe a snack if you're really drained. Wants to make sure his lee had fun over anything else.

[drpeppertummy]

tiny little sunny & marianne thing. in which marianne stuffs him Just Right

[hunger, mild stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny's big dark eyes followed the forkful of mashed potatoes as Marianne waved it teasingly before his face. His belly rumbled. She smiled approvingly and placed a hand on his side, gently rubbing his hollow tummy with her thumb.

"Hungry?"

He nodded, and winced as his stomach let out another loud growl. Sunny wasn't nearly as invested in the whole feedism thing as Marianne was; all he really wanted right now was to fill his empty tummy. She wanted to play with him, though, and he simply couldn't turn her down, especially if it meant he'd get to eat the lovely-looking meal she'd put together. It sat tauntingly on the table before him, and he had to fight to keep the drool inside his mouth as the smell of it wafted around him.

Smiling, Marianne slowly brought the fork to his lips, but, just as he tried to take the potatoes in his mouth, she pulled it away. A tiny whine of disappointment escaped him, and he looked pleadingly up at her.

"How silly of me," she said slyly, dipping the fork into the pool of hot gravy on the plate. "I forgot to get a little gravy on there. That wouldn't be nearly as good, would it?" Sunny's belly rumbled impatiently as he watched her move agonizingly slowly. Finally, she brought the potatoes back to his mouth, and this time, she let him eat it. He let out a soft sigh of relief and pleasure at the taste of the fluffy, buttery potatoes and the hot, savory gravy. His blissful expression made Marianne's heart melt, and it was all she could do not to just stuff him silly on the spot. She had every intention of taking it slow, though, and she made sure to enjoy his hungry, puppy-eyed face as he watched her pick up a bite of chicken.

"Now, don't go telling anybody, cutie pie, but I stole this recipe from work," she said, idly examining the piece of chicken on the fork. "Pretty basic. Garlic, rosemary, lemon, all that good stuff. A whole hell of a lot of butter, I'll tell you that. The trick is cookin' it just right. Get it a little crispy on the outside, nice and juicy on the inside…" Her eyes shifted from the fork to his face, and she was both pleased and amused to see that he looked positively entranced, on the verge of drooling as he stared longingly at the chicken.

"Well, don't you just look like a poor little starved puppy," she teased, unable to hold back a grin. "I guess that little bite of potato didn't fill you up at all, hm?" As if to answer for him, his belly rumbled pitifully. Moving slowly and deliberately, she took his chin in her hand, and his eyes met hers as she fed him the piece of chicken. Ordinarily, as hungry as he was, he would have inhaled it too quickly to even taste it, but this time he chewed slowly, taking care to enjoy it. It was exactly as delicious as she'd made it sound.

"Getting full yet?" She ran her hand lightly over his sunken tummy, and he shivered at the delicate sensation. He shook his head, and his stomach growled again, loudly enough for her to feel the vibration under her hand.

"I'm starving," he complained, hugging his arms around his belly.

"Well, I guess we'd better do something about that," she chuckled, scooping up another forkful of mashed potatoes. "Open up, sweetpea."

Obediently, he ate, and his aching stomach began to relax as it finally received a more substantial amount of food. As she fed him, Marianne took him into her arm, letting him lay his head back against her chest and savoring the way he gazed adoringly up at her. One hand rested over his belly as she held him against her, the other feeding him bites of homemade chicken and potatoes.

Gradually, Sunny's belly began to fill out against his shirt, and Marianne rubbed it softly as he ate, enjoying the gentle curve of it as it grew fuller and fuller. Watching him, she realized the rubbing was making him sleepy, and she paused to give his tummy a pat. It felt taut and firm, undeniably stuffed full, but he didn't look uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, he looked completely serene.

"Getting full now?" She continued rubbing his belly, pressing in gently to test the tightness of it.

"Mm-hm," he sighed sleepily. His tummy gurgled under her hand, and he let out a small burp.

"Think your tummy can take a little more?"

"Maybe a little."

"Good boy, that's what I like to hear." Smiling warmly at him, she brought another bite to his mouth.

The plate was big, filled with far more food than Sunny's belly could hold, and about a quarter of it remained by the time he was too full to eat any more. Marianne watched the shallow rise and fall of his tightly-stuffed tummy, enjoying the way it strained against his snug shirt and tightened under her hand with each breath. He yawned, and she took a certain pleasure in the feeling of his belly expanding to its limit before deflating again. She wanted to feed him more, to push him until his belly was stretched to its absolute limit, but he looked so sweet and content that she didn’t have the heart to give him a tummyache. Still slowly rubbing with one hand, she set down the fork and cupped his jaw with the other, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb.

"You did a good job, Sunny honey," she said, giving his rounded belly a gentle pat. He smiled sweetly up at her, his dark eyes sparkling.

[iris-sistibly]

The Targ Talk: House of the Dragon S2

Episode 3 commentary:

Late to the party again but anyway,

Alicent and Criston's lOveY doVey moment before the cunt left is cringey af.

Rhaenys defending Rhaenyra from the council full of men is *chef's kiss* she's the only one who understands why the queen has been holding back. I get the council's point that they should be acting now because the greens are advancing. If you really think about it, it's really too late for peace negotiations, but the queen's desperate attempts to choose a peaceful way to end this conflict--despite how hopeless, was because she knew how important it was to keep the houses united (the prophecy), she also knew that this war will cause the downfall of their House, and more innocent lives will be claimed including her loved ones and she cannot allow that.

Rhaenyra sending her babies away to keep them safe will never not be heartbreaking. I feel bad for Rhaena too, all her life she felt useless and unloved. It sucks because she never felt like a true Targaryen just because she didn't have a dragon at the time (she wouldn't have Morning until much, much later). But my girl would be taking care and watching over two future kings. A role that Rhaenyra entrusted her, which is just as important.

I've read that Geeta Patel confirmed that Dany's dragons were actually Syrax's babies, which surprised me because those three looked more like Dreamfyre than Syrax or even Caraxes (if he's their dad). I even thought that Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal were those three eggs Elissa Farman stole from way, way back (like Rhaena Targaryen, the OG rider of Dreamfyre days). Perhaps they purposely did that since Daenerys came from Rhaenyra and Daemon's line but they should have at least made Syrax look like Dany's dragons 🤷.

Milly Alcock briefly appearing in Season 2 🥹🥹 Although that scene when she was sewing Jaehaerys' neck while singing gave off a really creepy vibe, it served as Daemon's conscience and I love the way they delivered it. Hands down to Matt Smith!!! I love that scene when Daemon teared up upon realizing how much pain he had caused Rhaenyra, Matt was impeccable.

I love how Crispy Cunt and Gwayne were scrambling to save their asses from getting burned by Moondancer. Baela scaring the shit out of them is priceless, and her dragon is a cutie.

Strangely, even if Aegon is back to his Joffrey Barratheon era I don't hate him as much as the latter. He is so easy to manipulate to the point that it makes him so pathetic, I feel sorry for him that he's only king by name. However, I feel worse for Helaena. She was setting aside her own grief because she felt like the small folk had it worse. Girl you are allowed to mourn, you did not deserve that kind of trauma.

Speaking of which, I wish they have shown more of Helaena's grief--the guilt, the nightmare that kept haunting her, OR Helaena setting her emotions aside because she felt that she does not deserve to mourn the death of Jaehaerys because she felt guilty of what she did. I think that would have been truer to what Helaena actually feels (and closer to her story in the book). Though I commend her strength for being able to "forgive" Alicent, not just for what happened to Jaehaerys, but perhaps for the things she fucked up in the past. Though I've read a fan theory that the scene could also depict Helaena's vision that Alicent might betray the greens in an attempt to correct her mistake or something like that, what do you think?

Ewan Mitchell is brave for doing that nude scene to show Aemond's vulnerable side. He is cold, fierce, and intelligent on the outside, but underneath that armor, he is someone who has suffered so much at a young age and is still hurting until now.

I'm still mad at this incredibly stupid writing that Alicent thought Viserys was referring to their son Aegon. Imagine losing your children, killing each other, and traumatizing your surviving loved ones over a misunderstanding. A fucking misunderstanding. Idk what the screenwriters were thinking or who came up with this idea but...I cannot.

Rhaenyra's last attempt, as expected was pointless. Even if Alicent admitted that she fucked up, and declare Rhaenyra as the rightful queen, she knew it wouldn't change anything. Aegon [most likely] wouldn't just suck it up and accept Rhaenyra as queen knowing how angry he is at her for his son's death, and it's not like the council would listen to Alicent anyway, so much are already at stake and I don't think the greens would back down just like that.

[sethcertified]

「 DOMESTIC LOVING ! 」 . . . 📁

house of wax : bo sinclair

wrd count : 1k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . when [name] finds out that bo never learned how to do domestic duties such as cook and clean, he becomes determined to teach him

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . bo sinclair & male reader

"You really never learned how to cook?'

Bo shook his head, "My parents didn't believe in men cooking, sweet cheeks."

You slapped the magazine in your hands against your thigh, "Well, what about cleaning?Do you even know how to do laundry?"

Bo sauntered to where you sat, "No, but since I have a cutie like you to do those things for me it doesn't matter."

His words made your head throb. He didn't even know how to do laundry! "Bo! You can't live your whole life not knowing how to cook or clean! I won't be around forever to clean up your messes, you know."

"Look, the day you leave me is the day I kill myself. I ain't gotta learn shit." Bo gave you a snide smile as he turned back to the engine of the beat-up truck he was fixing. However, a goal had taken place in your mind. You would teach Bo Sinclair to cook and clean.

╰┈➤

Breakfast had always been your favorite thing to cook ever since your grandma taught you how, and now it was your turn to teach someone. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon shouldn't be too hard, right?

Bo's muscular arms wrapped around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder,

"Smells good."

"I'm sure it does. It's my grandma's homemade recipe."

"Your grandma really knew how to cook then, sweet cheeks"

You turned to him placing your hand on the bare skin of his chest. It was warm and slightly hairy, but it was Bo's, so you loved it all the same. You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away, "You will soon know how to cook too, Mr."

"You're still on that?"

"Yes! Now give me your hand."

You urged his hand into yours as you grabbed the whisk placing it into Bo's large, rough hand,

“Stir the mix with this until there are no bumps left, okay? Plain and easy."

"Anything you say, captain."

You and Bo shared a smile before you turned to the sizzling bacon. A small hum left your lips as you giddily flipped the strips of bacon. Bo gazed adoringly at you forgetting the tempo of his whisking. Pancake batter splattered against the back of your apron shocking you, "Bo!" He just gave you a playful smile, "Aprons are meant to get dirty, aren't they?"

"Not like that!"

“I told you cooking wasn't for me, baby. You just gotta stop being so goddamn stubborn."

You crossed your arms after placing the pan filled with crispy bacon down, "We both know you love my stubbornness."

Bo walked over to you, standing next to your body as he flicked another shot of pancake batter at you. It landed against your cheek causing you to stare down Bo with dinner plates for eyes. He did not just do that!

"You are so getting it, Mr!"

You stuck your hand into the bowl of batter before slapping Bo's cheek. His cheek now matched yours; doused in pancake batter. The two of you began flinging the batter back in forth at each other not only dirtying your bodies but also practically everything in the kitchen. The walls, counters, floor, dishes, etc.

Everything was newly decorated with sticky goodness.

You touched your face gagging at the gooey consistency, "Oh my God. What have we done?!"

Bo just inclosed you in his arms, "Have fun."

"Dirty fun isn't fun."

"That's not what you said last night."

"BO!"

You elbowed his gut playfully which he accepted with a gracious smile. Bo leaned the top of his head against yours, his lips fanning your ear, "Climb into the shower with me, and I'll show you some real dirty fun."

You felt your body freeze at his risque words. By now, you would think you would have gotten used to Bo's flirtations, but it seems not.

Out of nowhere, a putrid smell suddenly caught your attention. Turning your nose to the smell, you witnessed your once perfectly crisp bacon charred, "My bacon!"

╰┈➤

Okay, so cooking was a bust. That's fine. You would just cook without Bo. Besides, you love cooking, so it isn't that major of a loss.

Cleaning might be better suited for the man, and you guys really needed to clean up your breakfast fiasco. Bo stood beside you with a mop and a bucket of water ready to follow your orders.

You grabbed the wet rag from the sink, "I'll do the counters, and you do the floor. Remember to walk carefully if the floor is slippery. We do not want a concussion to add to our mess."

Bo just bobbed his head in agreement as the two of you split off into your designated duties.

Cleaning was much easier than cooking, so you prayed it wouldn't be too disastrous this time arouna.

You could see the kitchen being cleaned up ever so slowly. The counters and floor looked as if they were brand new. Bo turned to you, small beads of sweat on his forehead, "I did it."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, "See! I told you that cleaning isn't so bad." Bo just shook his head before he kissed you once again, "Now, are we done with your little stubborn tasks, future Mr. Sinclair?"

"I guess we are…”

Bo rested his head on top of yours, "How do you like this stuff anyways, baby?"

"It's nice to see a clean house, and everyone enjoying my cooking. It's like how you're with your mechanics, you know? Plus, it gives me something to do here that isn't murder. You leaned your head against his broad shoulder as Bo traced his fingers across your back, "Yeah, I get what you mean."

"Oh, and Bo; you are never helping me with cooking ever again."

You could feel his chest bounce with his chortles, "Is laundry still on the table? I know how you love doing the laundry."

"Maybe... Under one condition!"

Bo removed his head from the top of yours as you removed your head from his shoulder making eye contact with each other. Bo caressed his hands from your waist to your biceps, "And what is that?"

"If you kiss me, I might."

Bo's nose touched yours as he leaned in. You closed your eyes as his lips met yours. The pleasant feeling of his warm lips meshing against yours made your knees weak. Cooking and cleaning weren't Bo Sinclair's thing, but kissing certainly was.

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©️ sethcertified 2023

[goji-pilled]

and since i already mentioned granny vhagar, here's opinions i have on hotd as someone who has never watched this show or game of thrones and has never read the books but was pushed into the fandom by tiktok probably because i liked one video about the cool dragons:

- reiterating: vhagar's design is great and you guys are just mean

- rip alicent hightower you would've loved lgbt rights and chappell roan (specifically casual)

- i don't care what crimes rhaenyra commits, i don't care she let those people die with vermithor, i don't care if she burns a city down (shoutout to daenerys, i'm stanning girl), she could punch an orphan in the face for all i care. i want this woman so fucking bad, she could spit in my mouth and i would thank her, ma'am i could be another sidepiece 🙏🙏🙏

- aemond shouldn't be going to war, he should be in a hair&shoulders commercial

- everytime i see daemon i inevitably end up having luigi's mansion at the back of my mind

- caraxes may as well be the best design in this whole show i fucking adore him

- FUCK otto hightower

- idk what the deal with crispy cole is but given the fact they keep calling him that i'm assuming it's FUCK crispy cole

- the kiss between rhaenyra and mysaria was absolutely necessary. (alicent was probably screaming and crying and throwing up over it) so necessary in fact they should add another one. please,,,

- someone PLEASE get helaena or however you spelled it out of there and let her live in a little cottage far, FAR away from her family together with her dragon and bugs omfg

- alicent is lowkey a bitch but like in a complex way but also i get it. if rhaenyra targaryen was my failed situationship i'd also start a war

- syrax is a cutie patootie and honestly? deserved. love a spoiled queen.

- FUCK aegon

- i don't even go here actually but i'm sad over rhaenys and meleys like. i will defend granny vhagar's design but also. i cannot defend you on this one granny. (also who the fuck thought parading meleys' head around the common folk was a good idea??? like yasssss show off how you can just kill the symbol of your power!!! good job!!! fucking dumbass omfg)

- the whole exchange that went like:

"and what would you call the husband of the queen?"

"the king"

"there you have it."

"-consort."

was wild like he ate daemon up so bad omfg....

- on the other hand: daemon cutting that guy's head of for calling rhaenyra's kids bastards and her a whore was so slay of him (literally) like that, and the "we fight for our queen" part? i'm afraid he ate with that, he really did.

okay that's all byeeeee