#fail king 😌

[wombywoo]

aftercare ❤️‍🩹

[somedaytakethetime]

*whines in portuguese sign language**fails to moan in danish sign language*

[sunaily]

Doing the “don’t smile and I’ll give you head” trend on haikyuu men 😼

This is for you queen / king 👉🏼 @kurroomii sorry it took so long, I just finished my finals

WARNING! Suggestive and Sexual content! all are adults in this (and you guys are married or in a relationship) and mention of dead ancestors/relatives and pets (?)

Immediately locks in once he receives the note. stone-faced, don’t even try to make him smile you will not win over his dead body! he took it so seriously you were concerned.

(pretend this is you giving him the note) 💁🏻‍♀️📝

“ what’s this hun?” *slowly reads the note* “🗿”

“if you don’t smile, I’ll give you head 😘 “

“🗿”

“okay babe you win, you can stop now…”

“🗿”

“babe?”

“🗿”

“babe I swear you will be getting that head you can smile now…”

“🗿”

“……..”

-Mattsukawa, Osamu, SUNA (even if he smiles he will still be getting that head), KUROO (he gets down, he don’t play!) IWAIZUMI, Hoshiumi, Daichi, Kai

This man can’t keep a straight face on to save a life BUT he is determined to get that gawk gawk 3000 from you 😼 so what does he do? he starts thinking about his pet that passed away years ago when he was 5 and his great great grandfather that died 3 months before he was born…

“y’know, I had a pet goldfish named Goldie the goldfish back then, he died when I was 5….I miss him very much”

“a-are you seriously thinking about your dead goldfish from 20 years ago just so you can get head? 😟 ” (pretend yall are 25)

“and my great great grandfather passed away 3 months before I was born 😢 …”

“ baby why are you acting head deprived??? I give you head everynight!”

“😮‍💨 I miss them so much!”

“you cannot be serious right now…”

- BOKUTO (I was thinking of him while writing this), Hinata (I HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN THIS MAN NOT SMILE) LEV, NISHINOYA, Hirugami, Fukunaga, TENDOU, Goshiki (and if I tell u he cried then what?)

IMMEDIATELY FAILS, He was caught off guard okay?! give him a chance 😔demands another try because he wasn’t ready 🙄 (no you only get 1 try so no head for you…better luck next time!)

“ 😌oh shit- BABE I WAS NOT READY😩!”

“NOPE YOU SMILED GAME OVER! HAHAHAHAH NO HEAD FOR YOU 😛”

“No! that’s unfair give me another chanceeee 😩😥 this time I’ll be ready I swear!”

“the point of this “game” is to be caught off guard babe…just accept defeat and better luck next time 😘”

- ATSUMU (my number 1 inspiration) NISHINOYA (who wouldn’t smile at the thought of your wife giving you head?) Tanaka, OIKAWA (he can never win in this house) HOSHIUMI, SUGAWARA, Yamamoto, futakuchi, TERUSHIMA.

Smiled at first but once he received the note best believe he turned that smile upside down (no like seriously he went from this 🙂 to this ☹️!)

“baby you can’t smile”

“do I look like i’m smiling? ☹️”

“BABY YOU LITERALLY SMILED”

“NO I DIDN’T! I ONLY SMILED BECAUSE I SAW YOU! I stopped smiling after I read the note okay?!!! ☹️☹️☹️”

“yknow what fine….”

“does this mean I can get the sloppy toppy now? ☹️”

“……”

- AKAASHI (idc what yall say my man is silly okay?! he is not a nonchalant baddie 😩) YAMAGUCHI, Asahi, Semi, Ennoshita, Hanamaki, MATSUKAWA, ARAN

Wins the trend effortlessly, my stone-faced expressionless baddies with only 1 permanent facial expression…😐 he is so used to your shenanigans at this point. He is confused but he still wants to make you happy….after all, you are his other half

“ ‘Do not smile if you want me to give you the 3 s tonight 🤭’ my love what is this??? what does 3 s stands for??”

“slurp, suck and swallow 😝”

“………I do not know what to do with you sometimes….”

- Ushijimao, Tsukishima, Kenma, SHIRABU (idk if Kita should be added but for the sake of favoritism and free will I will add him) Kita, AONE, Kageyama, Kunimi, SAKUSA

Ps Ik some of these are not accurate please forgive me lol

[thatonegrimm]

Can you do the Saja boys with a sassy reader ? Please

Yes yes yes—this is gonna be so fun. 😌🔥

🌙 Saja Boys x Sassy!Reader

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu didn’t know what to do with you at first.

You called him “spellboy” and “rulebook with legs.” You poked fun at his dramatic speeches and perfectionist tendencies. You made fun of his color-coded pantry.

“You know no one’s grading your seasoning technique, right?”

He flushed. “I like things in order.”

You grinned. “Adorable. Like a haunted librarian with control issues.”

He was horrified. Then deeply flustered. Then… kinda into it?

Because for all your sass, you never mocked what mattered. You just knew when to push him. When to tease. When to lean in and smile like you knew you’d already won.

And Jinu? He loved the challenge.

So, eventually… he tried to push back.

“Well at least I don’t smell like sarcasm and impulse decisions.”

You blinked. “Did you just weaponize my aura?”

He panicked. “Yes? No? Paprika?”

You laughed so hard he had to leave the room.

He tried again later—with contour and cheekbone jokes.

You told him he was glowing and kissed his cheek.

He’s never recovered.

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💪 Abby

You roasted Abby daily and he loved every second of it.

“Those muscles are for show. I’ve seen you cry during animal commercials.” “That dog deserved love,” he sniffed.

You called him a himbo. A protein-obsessed golden retriever in gym shorts. You mocked his love for flexing while doing completely normal things like making toast.

Abby just beamed at you like you were paying him compliments.

But one day, he got brave. Too brave.

“You’re like a… spicy pigeon!”

You blinked. “A what?”

He panicked. “You know! Small and aggressive but also cute???”

He bought you bird-themed apology cookies. You teased him while eating one shaped like a chicken nugget. He called you his favorite bird anyway.

Later, he whispered to Romance, “They’re chaos. But I like that they talk to me like I’m human.”

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📚 Mystery

You called him "the Cryptid King of Brooding." Said he was 80% shadow and 20% passive-aggressive silence. Once told him he looked like a cursed Victorian cat ghost.

He blinked. You blinked.

Then he smiled.

Mystery never reacted much. He’d just watch you, silently, like you were a riddle. And then later, he’d leave a post-it note somewhere weird that said things like:

“Your mouth moves faster than fate.”

He did try to sass you once. You teased his dramatic hoodie collection and he replied:

“I don’t talk much because I like the sound of you failing out loud.”

You: “EXCUSE ME???”

Mystery: sips tea like nothing happened

You still haven’t won that round, but he also keeps a file of your best comebacks written in his handwriting.

He calls it “field research.” You call it what it is: romantic.

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💋 Romance

You were his dream sparring partner.

You: “You think every problem can be solved with eyeliner and innuendo.” Romance: “And yet here we are. You’re still in love with me.”

He flirts? You roast. He poses? You roll your eyes.

You once called his morning routine “budget drama club cosplay” and he fainted theatrically onto a couch pillow.

One day, he tried to come in hot.

“You’re like a cat. If it was raised on sarcasm and emotional suppression.”

You just sipped your drink.

“I am a cat. And you? You’re the knockoff laser pointer no one asked for.”

Romance stared at you for five full seconds before collapsing into laughter and saying, “God, marry me.”

(He has not stopped proposing since.)

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🔥 Baby

Baby gives as good as he gets.

You sass him? He’s already halfway through the comeback.

You: “You lurk like a sleep paralysis demon.” Baby: “And you talk like you peaked in middle school.”

You throw shade? He throws it right back, deadpan and devastating. The group chat once exploded when the two of you debated who looked more feral in the morning—neither of you conceded.

But the moment you soften? The moment you smile at him all cocky and say:

“You like me anyway.”

He doesn’t argue.

He just stares at you for a beat too long, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile. Then walks off—calm, unreadable.

Later that night, you find a little container of your favorite snack on your bed. No note. No explanation.

But the lid’s sealed with tape in the shape of a tiny flame.

He never brings it up.

But the next time you sass him in public, he just raises a brow and says,

“Say that again, see what I don’t do for you later.”

And you swear you blush.

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M-List

[sweetiecutie]

hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a part 2 for dilf!konig? I didn't think I would be into it, but I read it and... it's awakened something in me. i need more dilf!konig

thank you!!!!!!!

A/n: so you, my lovely little sluts, seem to really like my smutty silly headcanons. But don’t worry babies, I have some more to satiate your hunger😌

Part 1 here

Dilf! König headcanons pt 2

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, smut, fem! reader, age-gap implied, unprotected sex, cheating (I know, I’m sorry🙄), nasty nastiness

Dilf! König, whom you reach out the next day with a cute “hi, it’s me Y/n<3” text, and a few hours later end up in his hotel room, pressed onto plush mattress of his king sized bed as König bullied his throbbing cock into your poor drooly pussy, meaty thighs hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that, along with your shameless moans and whimpers, bounced off the tall walls, causing hotel staff to knock onto room’s door, asking as politely as possible to be more quiet in order not to disturb other hotel guests (*cough* the whole fucking floor *cough*).

Dilf! König, who, while still at your place, takes his godchild and you to the aquapark under the guise of “spending some quality time with younglings while he can”. You can’t stop sneaking glances at his massive chiseled body, decorated with numerous battle scars, laughing nervously as your best friend asks if everything is okay, since you’ve been zoning out too much lately.

Dilf! König, who riles you you absolutely stupid in the privacy of a small cafeteria bathroom as his godchild aka your best friend is way too occupied trying out all of these crazy slides to actually pay any attention to the two of you. He cums so much inside of your puffy cunny, sliding your thong back in place and murmuring “want you to carry a piece of me wherever you go” sweetly into your ear, smacking your ass playfully as you leave on trembling legs, exiting himself a few moments later as to rise no suspicions.

Dilf! König, who smirks ever so slightly when he sees some young dudes approximately your age unsuccessfully trying to hit on you, failing miserably to gain even a second of your blissful attention. He notices how you rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and if he watches closely enough, König may even see a little dark spot on your bottoms - his pearly cum oozing out of your fucked-out pussy, staining bright fabric of your sexy swimsuit.

Dilf! König, who buys you tickets to Vienna in first class and pays for your luxurious hotel room, just so you can meet again. He greets you with a huge bouquet of tulips (bc roses are plain as fuck, duh🙄) at the airport, giving you a warm hug and asking how your journey was, driving to his favorite restaurant to feed you some traditional Austrian food. He shows you around all the significant places of Vienna, giving you a little excursion, telling your all the stories and myths behind certain places.

Dilf! König, who that night has you splayed out onto huge queen-sized bed of your hotel room, eating your pretty pussy out like a man starved, sucking on your needy puffy clit and fucking your tight hole with three thick fingers while desperately rutting his hips into soft mattress, trying to get at least some type of friction against his achingly hard dick.

Dilf! König who soon has you begging for his heavy cock inside of your pussy, fucking your brains out until you’re a babbling silly mess writhing on white sheets, nothing more than a boneless puddle in his skilled hands. And he is more than happy to comply with all your little whims.

Dilf! König, who actually has a wife with whom he has been married for over ten years. The spark between them long gone, it’s more like two acquaintances living together rather than a married couple - continuing sharing one house and one bed more out of a habit - simply because both are used to that, not bothered enough to move out. Both König and his wife are perfectly aware of each other’s flings on the side, but still not caring enough to actually do something about it. All hopes of saving their marriage are long gone and forgotten, none of two having any wish to actually deal with their spouse.

Dilf! König who takes special interest in you. You, pretty little thing, so youthful and full or energy, so hopelessly romantic with heart so full of love that König almost drowns in it. You are the sparkle he so lacks in his grey taunted life, you’re the positive adrenaline he craves so much. You give him butterflies flaring in his guts and electric shocks running down his spine whenever König’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss - and he quickly became addicted to that feeling, not planning on letting go of you anytime soon.

Dilf! König who basically becomes your sugar daddy. He loves spoiling his precious baby, lavishing you with designer clothes and fancy jewelry, taking you to vacations all around the world whenever he has time free from work. He makes a lot of money as a colonel - so much that he doesn’t know what to do with it. So why not spurge on his favorite girl? And what König likes even more is to rip these unbelievably expensive togs off, revealing your sexy body; to see all these sparkly jewels jiggle and kling softly as he pounds you with his thick cock, watching your face contort in pleasure so strong it almost hurts, but you’re way too greedy to stop him, only begging for more.

Dilf! König, who has absolutely no idea how this all is going to end up like. Numerous scenarios and possibilities playing in his head nonstop - finally divorcing his wife and marrying you instead. You getting over him and moving on with your own life, leaving König and everything related to him behind. Him getting killed on one of the missions, and you not having a single clue as to why he so suddenly disappeared. These and many others - but one thing König is absolutely fucking sure of is that he will never get bored of you. And no matter what happens, he’ll never turn you, his little angel, down. You’re his favorite precious girl, after all<3

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[star-s-631]

Team tiny and Maxiel, I just feel like these duo is similar

Marc and Max who is the star boys of red bull Honda, came up to highest class when they are young, Dani&Daniel was already there, doing fantastic job.

But they couldn’t be kings because younger ones got crown. and after young man’s success, the older teammates stays friend with them. Max and Daniel is surely close friends on the grid. Marc called Dani for his advice when he left Honda. know each other since they are in lower class.

Marc and Max, who succeeded early age, people said they are dangerous. But respect their teammates and loves them. Big brothers.

Dani and Daniel, “the prince who failed to become a king”, the kind ones, never speak ill about younger ones disrespectfully and still have a good relationship with them.

Don’t take this seriously I just thought so and ofc I gonna draw these four 😌

[theproverbialpen]

Mwahahahaha, it's my turn now. 😏 Dionysus lives rent free in my brainhole, sooooo, if you're willing to indulge me, maybe some Dio being a tease, maybe even at a party in a secluded corner. No matter what, I know it'll SLAP. 😌

Okay, that's it. LOVE YOU 🌸🌸🌸

Oh gosh I'm finally done with this one. No beta bc honestly this has taken me long enough and lowkey I need to go to sleep now LMAO but I hope you enjoy my dear 💜🍇

Wanna Dance?

Summary: You're a palace guard at Olympus who was taken from her duties into a role altogether unfamiliar for one of Zeus' banquets. You're out of your element, but you are in the element of a certain god, and said god has no problem showing you the ropes...

Word Count: 2,752

Tags: Alcohol, brief altercation, but if you can believe it nothing else LMAO

Line divider by @/vibeswithrenai found here Screencap from @/neal-illustrator's Rush animatic

This had to be the worst day of your life.

You were a harpy, one of the privileged few to have the honor of serving under the exalted Horai, standing guard over Olympus itself. Day after day, you would patrol its hallowed halls, your hand resting atop the hilt of your sword as you remained ever vigilant. You prided yourself on your skill with the blade and—when all else failed—the sharpness of your claws. Indeed, you were a warrior through and through, so when it came time for another one of Zeus’s banquets, you expected to take your place standing watch at the edges of the party once more.

What you had not expected was the number of guests that would be attending said banquet. Evidently, neither had Zeus. One by one, you had watched the servants of Olympus get pulled from their original posts to act as cupbearers for the overwhelming throng of deities that had come to bask in the God King’s opulence. When they ran out of servants, they began to pull soldiers. And when they ran out of soldiers, well…

Needless to say, you had found yourself in a fate far worse than death—serving wine to major and minor gods like some sort of dainty little nymph.

If it would not be so horrifically disrespectful to your sovereign, you would have thrown yourself off the edge of the peak by now, your wings be damned. You doubted Zeus would have cared about you specifically, but if you damaged his reputation by making such a scene at his banquet? You doubted even the plane between the living and the dead could have separated you from the Thunder Bringer’s wrath.

Speaking of making a scene, it seemed like some of the banquet guests did not have the same wisdom nor foresight that you did. You saw a wave of commotion ripple through the crowd and after depositing your tray on a nearby table, you made your way past the raucous gods and goddesses all the way to the source. At the center of the drunken horde, you came across one of the palace servants held at the wrist by some minor earth god whose name you could not be bothered to remember. He was yelling obscenities at her, barely intelligible through his pronounced slurring. The servant cowered under him, only tearing her eyes away from his enraged face to scan the crowd with a fearful and pleading look.

As soon as you locked eyes with the poor nymph, your body moved as if on instinct. Before you knew it, you had the minor god with his face pressed against the gilded pavement, his arm bent painfully backwards in your firm grasp. “Y-you!” the earth god shouted, his voice muted beneath his smushed cheek. “Get off me, you feathered wretch!”

You clicked your tongue at him and only pressed your foot deeper between his shoulder blades. “You dare to disrespect the King of the Gods with this disruption?” you hissed, twisting the god’s arm even further. He winced in pain then opened his mouth to retort, surely to call you every name in the scrolls, but was interrupted by the booming sound of deep, reverberant laughter.

“It would be in your best interest to listen to the harpy, my dear guest,” Zeus chided as he approached. The crowd went silent, each and every onlooker holding their breath in anticipation. You felt the god begin to shake violently in your hold and you released him, just managing to refrain from spitting on him as you stepped back and took your place behind your King. The earth god scrambled onto his hands and knees, spinning to bow at Zeus’ feet. From his mouth, epithets and apologies flowed forth like a dam burst until finally Zeus lifted his right foot and tucked the strap of his sandal under the lesser god’s chin.

With a flick of his ankle, he forced the god’s attention upward and regarded him with a baleful smile. “Since this is a party and I’d hardly want to ruin the mood, you may have my mercy—for now. Do try to mind your manners, though. Well-” Zeus tilted his head and you watched on, your lips curling downward into a grimace as lighting danced between his golden, textured strands. “You best do more than just try.”

Zeus lowered his foot and stepped back, leaving the god to offer one last pathetic croak of gratitude before stumbling to his hands and knees and all but sprinting away. You relaxed with a small sigh only to tense all over again when you caught Zeus looking at you over his shoulder. “Well done,” he praised with a mirthful chuckle. “Impressive moves you got there, little one.” You bowed at the waist, only lifting your head when you felt his hand on your arm, so large that his fingertips almost reached the base of your right wing. “Now then, back to work! These guests won’t serve themselves!”

Zeus laughed, larger than life and just as deafening, before releasing you and striding off toward a gaggle of sea goddesses who immediately began giggling amongst themselves. You straightened your back and inhaled deeply through your nose, your muscles already spasming with frustrated tension. With a slow, measured exhale, you rolled your shoulders and returned to the table to retrieve your tray.

No sooner had you picked up the platter and loaded two flutes onto it than you were interrupted by another voice, this one entirely unfamiliar to you:

“Our magnanimous king wasn’t wrong. You sure know how to put on a show, sweetheart.”

You turned to find a god sauntering over to you with a confident, sultry sway of his hips. His tanned skin contrasted well with his fluffy, sandy blond hair and his purple himation; though, for a himation, you would hardly classify it as a garment—after all, it failed to cover much of anything. The god’s torso was exposed for the entirety of Olympus to see, from his toned chest all the way down to the dip of his pelvis. To complete his flamboyant ensemble, he wore several pieces of fine jewelry and had a leopard’s pelt draped over his shoulders, topped off with grape leaves and an unmistakable golden laurel.

You had never heard this god’s voice before, but you sure as hell knew who you were looking at.

“Thank you, Lord Dionysus,” you bowed, bringing your free hand to rest diagonally across your chest. “I am honored to receive your praise.”

Dionysus threw his head back and laughed, and while it too sounded larger than life, his laughter was far smoother than Zeus’ had been. It was melodic, rich in tone yet somehow airy at the same time, and it was unmistakably jovial in the way that only the God of Wine and Festivity’s laughter could be. “Proper little thing, aren’t ya?” he teased, righting himself. “What a cutie~”

“I-I beg your pardon, my lord?” you sputtered, your voice jumping an octave before you could wrangle it back under control. Your eyes went wide as an unfamiliar heat crept up your face. Were you…were you blushing? Gods above and around, you couldn’t recall the last time you had ever, had ever…blushed.

Dionysus smirked at you, his eyes crinkling smugly beneath his long dark lashes. “I called you cute, wings,” he chuckled. “This is the part where you say, ‘thank you’.” 

You blinked a few times, still flabbergasted that a major god like Dionysus was exchanging more than a few words with you, much less complimenting you. Not on your skill, not on your technique, but your appearance of all things. Eventually, you were able to break out of your stupor enough to form a somewhat coherent response. “I, uh… t-thank you, my lord. You are too kind.”

Dionysus hummed amusedly, that smirk still plastered firmly upon his face. “And you are far too rigid for this kind of party. It wouldn’t kill ya to loosen up a little. Especially since you finally get to join us in the heart of it all and instead of being stuck patrolling the outskirts with that longing stare of yours.”

Now that gave you pause. This was the first banquet you had served as a cupbearer, but it was hardly the first banquet you had been on duty. Just as Dionysus said, your role had typically been to stand watch over the perimeter or to deal with the occasional rowdy guest. You were no stranger to these soirées, but you certainly considered yourself a stranger to their guests. So then how did Dionysus know you were a guard?

Dionysus watched the confusion twist your features with a self-satisfied purse of his lips. “C’mon, birdie—ya think I haven’t been to enough of these things to recognize a familiar face?” he teased. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen you in action either. Such graceful footwork…shame you waste it on tackling brutes when you could be out there dancing instead.” 

The god before you pressed his bent wrist to his forehead with a wistful sigh and, had it not been for how severely he outranked you, you may have even scoffed. Dancing, like some court charlatan, when you had a job to do? When you had beings of unquantifiable importance to protect? Perish the damn thought. Nevermind how fun it looked, twirling around through the crowd, weaving between the clamoring bodies to the lively beat of the drum and the bright strum of the lyre? No you…that kind of life was not meant for you. You were not meant for it. You were a warrior, a faithful servant, and it was about time Dionysus remembered that and stopped wasting his time and yours.

“I am perfectly happy with my responsibilities, my lord,” you asserted with a tight, thin lipped smile. Dionysus stilled, scrutinizing your face as if to pierce through to your innermost thoughts with his stare alone. The feeling of being studied, perceived, intensely unnerved you, but you tightened your smile even further and raised your tray toward him nonetheless. “Why don’t you go ahead and get back to the dance floor, Lord Dionysus?” you deflected, offering the flutes to him. “There are plenty of guests here who would make great dance partners.”

For once, the smirk that was practically etched onto his divine, annoyingly pretty face almost seemed to falter. Still, he finally reached out and took the flutes off of your platter. You nodded at him respectfully, prepared to turn back around and refill your supply. You did a double take, however, as Dionysus casually lifted both of his arms and bent his elbows back, flinging the nectar from the glasses. The golden liquid hit the ground with an audible ‘splash’ and your jaw followed before you could stop it, your widened eyes flitting rapidly between the marble slabs and Dionysus’ pleased face.

“Oh don’t look too distraught, sweetie,” Dionysus quipped. “That stuff was no better than juice—in comparison to what I can provide, that is.” 

He shifted to hold both flutes in his left hand and, with his right one now free, rolled his wrist in a small circle. Along with the motion, a streak of light filled the air, spiraling into a singular point and depositing a large golden goblet filled to the brim with a bubbling purple liquid. Dionysus then lifted the cup high over his head and poured the wine into the empty flutes with an elegant flourish. And he had said you knew how to put on a show.

You gave him a smile that you hoped didn’t look as terse as it felt, resisting the urge to applaud sarcastically. Eventually, you decided on a polite dip of your head, prepared to get back to your duties and let him get back to partying. However, when you lifted your gaze, you were shocked to find Dionysus was holding one of the flutes out to you, waving it back and forth enticingly. You stared at the cup with one brow raised before your gaze shifted to focus on the god behind it with his playful, ever-present smirk.

“Your offer is generous, Lord Dionysus,” you attested, evenly as you could with your patience waning, “but I must apologize for having to decline. Cupbearers are not allowed to take part in any libations—they are only to be enjoyed by guests.” You steeled your resolve, readying yourself to deflect any further insistence on Dionysus’ part. You expected a disappointed shrug, an offended glare, or perhaps even a few berating words.

What you should have expected was that Same. Damn. Smirk.

“Well,” he began, his voice low and inviting as he looked you up and down, “then consider yourself my guest for this evening, yeah?”

You felt your jaw tense, gritting your teeth behind what you hoped was a relatively neutral expression. “I…cannot abandon my post, Lord Dionysus,” you reiterated. Were you not keen on attracting attention by prolonging your interactions with the literal life of the party? Absolutely. Were you afraid of incurring Zeus’s ire, an ire which there was no chance in Elysium you’d survive? Undoubtedly so. But perhaps even more so than all of that, you simply didn’t know how to ‘loosen up a little’. And while you would always pride yourself on your discipline, you weren’t entirely sure at this point that you didn’t want to learn…

Unfortunately, Dionysus had picked up on your hesitation. Out of the blue, his eyes shone with a particular glint and before you knew it he was upon you. He walked you down, stalking toward you like a leopard who knew its kill was secured, flutes still in hand and a knowing smile upon his face. You lifted your empty tray in a feeble attempt to create space between you and your aggressor, praying your silver shield would be enough to fend off his effortless, persuasive charisma. Before you knew it, you found yourself at a pillar, back pressed against it with the uncharacteristically naive hope that you would melt into it and escape his smug stare and even more smug smirk. But alas, all you did was give him a surface to lean against as he towered over you, making you feel smaller than any cyclops or chimera ever had.

“C’mon, birdie,” he murmured, gentle and soft as if speaking to a cornered animal (which you very much were). “You’ve battled more monsters and miscreants than I could count, I’m sure. Is the big, bad harpy really this scared of dancing with me?” Against all odds, trapped between Dionysus’ toned bicep and his tilted head, you were scared. You were scared of your racing heart, your sweaty palms, and the flustered way he was making you feel. You were scared of the side of you he was bringing out, a side you never knew existed, and you almost felt like you were going mad.

Dionysus leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear as he chuckled. “I promise…I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart. So why don’t you relax and have some fun for once?” He pulled back, just enough for you to look him right in his lidded eyes, and you swallowed hard as you finally remembered how to breathe. He waited there in that same position, not advancing but also not letting you retreat, and patiently looked you up and down as his smirk grew wider and wider in the prolonged silence.

Despite the butterflies in your stomach, you were indeed a warrior through and through. You may not have had a damn clue about what you were about to get into, but damn it all if you were going to back down from this cocky bastard of god and his stupid challenge. You eyed the flute in his left hand and swiftly swiped it from his grasp, surprising him just enough for him to step away and give you space to throw your head back and down the wine in one go. 

The cup now empty, you snapped forward and wiped the trickling liquid with your forearm, staring Dionysus down with a fire in your eyes as you finally, finally got to see that damn smirk all off his face. But of course, it was back before you knew it, a playful, fae-like sparkle dancing in his gaze.

“‘Atta girl.”

With that, Dionysus grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the center of the banquet, his laughter so jovial and infectious that soon enough, you found yourself laughing right along with him.

[suprababka]

Hey there!👋

Welcome to my scenarios list! What is it? Well, it's a list of prompts that I have for OPM smaus and headcanons. Feel free to go through them and request something.😌

Characters I write for:

Saitama Genos Speed-o'-Sound Sonic Garou Metal Bat Amai Mask Flashy Flash Zombieman King

Please remember that the order of my posts isn't chronological.

It means that the scenarios below I publish based on my preference. In addition, it's not a final list, so new scenarios will appear.

Can I request my own prompt? Of course, be welcome to write me! If I accept your suggestion, I will add it to the masterlist and publish it as an answer to your message (when it'll be done of course). Requested publications are my top priority!🙌 (hence, they'll be published in order they were sent) But please be patient since it takes time for me to make these posts! If I don't accept your idea, then I will let you know and name the reason (but please consider that I for sure won't take any requests regarding crimes, drug usage, cheating and other stuff like that).

Enjoy!

Scenarios for texts:

Gaslighting them

Ghosting them

Asking them ass or tits🔞

Abruptly canceling your date with them

When they’re missing you

When you’re feeling ugly

Asking them "Do you love me because I’m beautiful or I’m beautiful because you love me?"

They change their contact name in your phone

Asking them if they jerked off while thinking of you🔞

When you’re jealous

When he’s jealous

Random texts with them

Calling them different ridiculous pet names

When they try to prank you

When they change their contact name on your phone

When the Internet connection fails you

When they babysit your pets and send you pics of them

When you don't say back "I love you"

Sending edited photos of them

They accidentally confess their feelings to you

Making their autocorrect write "hate" instead of "love"

When your child steals your phone

When your child steals their phone

Your last messages to them

Their last message to you

Scenarios for headcanons:

General relationship headcanons

When they’re jealous

When they have a crush

How they confessed to their s/o

Arguments with them

Morning after with them

Fluff moments with them

How they comfort their s/o

How they kiss their s/o

When you get injured

When they get injured

What they look for in their s/o

When they’re sick

When you're sick

Their motto in your relationship

First date with them

Who fell first and who fell harder

How they call their s/o

Their insecurities in your relationship

What they usually say to their s/o in the relationship

What they usually say to their s/o in bed🔞

How they grieve over your death

Their last thoughts before their death

Pregnancy with them

*click to see first masterlist | second masterlist

[padfootagain]

His Heart in Your Hands

Hi everyone! Today, we’re answering a request for my 6k event made by @jackys-stuff-blog for our dear King Caspian: “*Yikes* I need to be fast uhm... Okay, congratulations on 6k followers again, you deserve it 😊 Can I request something for king caspian with this prompt Wounded character leads to confession. Where he comes back from a journey and the reader is patches him up (she is working in the Castle) Please? Thank you 😌🥺❤️🫂 I hope it's okay like that Oh, only if you have some places for requests left”

Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like this!

Hope you all like this, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: King Caspian x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood and description of a wound, violence… our baby’s fighting!

Summary: Caspian comes back to Cair Paravel alive after a campaign against a neighbouring kingdom, but he’s still in a pretty bad shape. You’ve been worried sick about him, and even if you are but a servant, even if it’s not your place… you can’t help but look for him that night, just to make sure that he’s alright.

Word Count: 2950

Caspian’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You knew that you shouldn’t be there, and yet, you couldn’t help your feet as they crossed the castle.

You were but a servant, after all, you ought to remain where you belonged. Which was anywhere but near the King. And yet…

… yet there you were, in front of the door of his private chamber, with some water and some clothes and bandages in your hands.

You had managed to convince your colleague to let you go in her stead; to have an excuse to offer the guards to let you pass and access the King’s private chambers. And she disapproved of your feelings towards the leader of your people, but she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand that you knew him. That you had spent long evenings with him, when you should have been cleaning and he should have been resting; talking, laughing, falling in love, one dreadful and yet irrevocable step at a time. A love that you had never confessed, knowing that he would not feel the same, knowing that this was impossible.

There had been rumours spreading while he was gone, talks of a terrible injury, the kind that could be lethal. Talks of his death, even. Of Caspian being hit by the sharp edge of a blade across the chest, of his blood staining the grass and making the cold ground fume. Of his eyes closing forever, of a last breath being drawn… And you refused to believe it. Even when people started to guess the name of the next King, you refused to give in. Something inside you knew that he was still out there, alive and breathing and that he would come home, eventually. Your friends called it delusion, denial. You preferred to call it instinct.

Still, when you had seen him, along with a large crowd gathered by the doors of Cair Paravel to welcome him back, you were worried. Everybody was. If he was smiling, Caspian was paler than you had ever seen him, his arm wrapped in a bandage, pain written all over his features despite his best efforts to hide it. Instead of the traditional banquet, the King had retired to his chambers as quickly as he could to rest, and rumours were starting again, claiming that his injury was worse than it seemed, that his life was still at stake, that a doctor was there constantly, that he had called for his advisors to decide on who would step next to the throne, just in case…

You had to make sure that none of these rumours were true, that he was fine. So, you imagined that trick with your colleague, convinced her to do it. And if she was supposed to give the bandages and the water to the guards, you had claimed that you had been told to bring them directly to the King. A royal order. No one could go against that. If Caspian failed to back up your story, you could be fired, or worse, sent in a dark cell for many years, but you didn’t care. Caspian and his injury were the only things on your mind.

You gathered your courage in a long intake of breath, and finally knocked on Caspian’s door.

His answer sounded distant, weaker than usual. Still, you obeyed the invitation, opened the door and walked in.

Caspian was lying in his bed, pillows set against the headboard so he could be half-seated. There were candles on his bedside table, and a warm fire in the hearth, and yet the room was dark, the inky sky shy of a moon and stars tonight. A half-eaten meal rested in a small tray by the bed, a book was set on the covers. And Caspian was there, buried under blankets, looking weak for the first time since you had met him.

Oh, you knew that he could be a gentle soul, you had talked about his weaknesses, he had showed you parts of his heart few had been lucky enough to glimpse at. But this was different. Somehow, over the course of the last year, ever since you had started speaking to him in private, Caspian had been a constant in your life. Once a week, you would sit together in the library, or in the gardens if the weather was gentle enough to allow it, and you would talk about yourselves, about what had happened in your lives while you were apart, about his worries, and your tasks, and he would complain about foreign dignitaries that drove him crazy, and you would laugh as you mocked some impolite lords and ladies. Every week for a year, you had been longing for these few hours spent with him, for his reassuring presence by your side, for the attentive ear he was lending to your unimportant life. And perhaps it was stupid, because again, you were but a servant, but during all these evenings you couldn’t help but believe him when he said that he cared, that he wanted to see you, that he was happy to spend time with you. It had been a regular meeting that had marked your life in such a way that you could not imagine living without it now.

And now, Caspian was lying in a bed, pale as sheets, beard a little overgrown, eyes so tired they seemed buried in their sockets, dark bags dug under his eyes. And for the first time, you thought that perhaps the rumours were true, that his life truly was endangered, that you could lose him for good…

“Y/N?”

He beamed up at you, a tiny bit of colour coming back to his cheeks for a moment, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Your Majesty,” you bowed before walking closer, setting the water and clothes on a small table near the bed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, but there was no resentment in his voice, more like disbelief, a tinge of awe at the sight of you.

“I came to take care of your bandages.”

“You?”

“I… I might have insisted…”

He chuckled, but quickly winced instead, hissing as his hand flew to hold his ribs. And he looked exhausted all over again.

“I apologize… broken ribs,” he explained. “Laughing is not recommended for a few more days.”

“I am sorry, I did not mean to cause you any pain. I can come back later…”

“No!”

He held out his hand, and you had no choice but to take it.

“Please, stay,” he asked, begging, and you had never seen such desperation in his eyes before. “Please…”

“Alright, I will stay.”

He pulled you closer, gently, until you would sit by his side; and he smiled at the feeling of the mattress bending slightly under your weight.

“What happened?” you asked, suddenly conscious of the quiet in the room, a silence barely disturbed by the cracking of the fire and the lulling movement of the wind.

He gave you a reassuring smile.

“I shall be healed in a few weeks, there is no need for you to worry.”

“There are rumours…”

“I am certain that they are most interesting. When is my untimely demise supposed to occur?”

He seemed relaxed despite his tiredness, and you caught yourself smiling at his joke.

“About three days ago.”

“Dear Aslan, I am back from the dead already!”

“It would seem so. You look the part, at least.”

He tried not to laugh, and you apologized as he winced.

“I have missed this.”

“My obvious disrespect toward my King?”

“You. I have missed you.”

He blinked, and you thought he needed rest, but he asked for you to stay again, just a little longer, and you couldn’t refuse.

“You did not answer. What happened?”

Caspian shrugged.

“It was a battle, I was wounded. There is nothing else to say about it.”

Slowly, you nodded, knowing that he was avoiding your question, but letting him get away with it.

“I should change your bandage. And then, I will let you rest.”

“Do I truly look so bad?” he asked with a crooked smile, but it faltered as you averted your eyes. It was your time to avoid his question.

You helped him out of his shirt, revealing the large bandage that encircled his torso and shoulder. He had another one around his arm. Both wounds were deep cut, that had been stitched by the expert hands of a doctor. Still, as you stared at the broken flesh, at the spots of blood still on his skin, at the red line crossing his chest… you realized just as lucky he was to still be breathing.

The rumours, if exaggerated, were not unfounded either…

You got to work in silence, hands shaking as you held back tears. Because you could have lost him this time, he could have never come back home, and then you would have never been able to tell him what he meant for you. That he was everything. That you loved him with a devotion you had never guessed yourself capable of. With a love you knew could never falter…

“Y/N?”

He wrapped his hand around yours, steadying your trembling fingers. You realised, then, that you were crying.

“I am fine. It is just a wound, it will heal.”

You didn’t stop him when he guided your palm to his heart, splaying your hand across his warm chest, and your heart staggered at the contact. He made you feel the organ hidden there, beating steadily, unwaveringly.

“I am fine. I am here,” he went on, tone soothing, unbelievably warm, and it made you cry even harder, breaking all of the borders to your hearts, all the walls guarding your soul.

“I was so scared,” you admitted, voice hoarse with your cries. “I am so scared…”

“There is no reason for you to worry. It will heal. I am perfectly fine. I simply need a few days of rest, and then everything will be back to normal.”

“You could have died…”

“But I did not.”

“This time. This time, you did not. What about next time?”

“Next time, I will not die either. I will come back, and you will be here to welcome me home, just as you are here now.”

He brushed your tears away with his thumb.

“Stop crying. I cannot see you in pain.”

But you didn’t calm down, and he frowned in worry.

“Y/N, what is it? What is on your mind? What has you so upset?”

Under your palm, his heart was still beating, you could feel it run across your entire body. You would have sworn your own heart was in sync with his now.

“I am sorry,” you whispered. “I cannot help it. The way… the way I feel for you. I am sorry.”

He frowned slightly at that, but there was some hope in his eyes as well.

“I think… Seeing you like this… I cannot hold it back any longer. I just… I must let it out. Even if I know that this is impossible, and that my feelings are unrequited… and perhaps you will never want to see me again but… it hurts too much to think that you could have died without knowing.”

You were bolder than you had ever believed yourself to be capable of when you reached up to touch his cheek, fingers tickled by his beard.

“I love you,” you confessed in a breath that even you could barely hear, and yet Caspian seemed to catch it loud and clear. The way his breath caught in his throat, and his heart under your palm sped up, became erratic… all these were giving him away. “I love you, Caspian. I have loved you for a long time. And… I know that I am servant, and that I will never be more than a faithful friend to you, but… I wanted to tell you, while I have the chance. Because despite being forbidden, my feelings are earnest, and that ought to mean something… If anything, it ought to be worthy of acknowledgement, at the very least…”

You were surprised to find tears in Caspian’s eyes, some that he tried to blink away, but failed to force into disappearance. Instead, he pressed your palm harder against his chest, and his heart was beating dangerously fast now. And through his gesture, he was trying to tell you something, or rather, to show you, as words were failing him now.

But you didn’t understand, and so he cleared his throat, at long last.

“I did not think that you felt this way for me.”

“I thought I was being obvious,” you replied, a painful smile on your lips. “All of my colleagues know. They have guessed. They call me a fool for it, and they are right, of course.”

“A fool?”

“You are King, and I am a servant. There is no more foolish love as this one.”

“I highly disagree. If anything… if anything, I am happy you are letting yourself yield to such foolishness.”

You frowned at his words, afraid to understand what he meant.

He looked down for a moment, looking for the right words, it seemed, and you gave him the time he needed to start speaking. Anyway, you didn’t know what to say.

“If you are opening your heart to me, then… I reckon that I should open mine as well. I… I was hoping you would come, that I would see you today. But I was worried that you would not want to see me, so I did not ask for you to come.”

You frowned at that.

“Why would I not want to see you?”

Caspian shrugged.

“I did not think that you harboured such feelings for me. I thought… I thought I was a mere friend. You have never shown any sign that there could be more…”

“You are King, there cannot be more. Despite my feelings, I am well aware that there will never be anything more between us.”

But Caspian shook his head, capturing your gaze in the blackness of his irises.

“Y/N… I am King. I am the one making the laws, I can marry whoever I want.”

He said it like it was easy. Like it would not create rumours, create tensions with other lands, like it would not infuriate the entirety of the Lords and Ladies, like the whole of Narnia would not criticize his choice. Like it merely depended on the two of you. It seemed such a foolish view of the world, naïve, too much so for such a clever man.

“The political crisis that would follow would be disastrous.”

“Why would it be? There is nothing wrong in falling in love. There is nothing wrong in marrying the woman I love either. We have never behaved in a disrespectful way, we have never crossed any line that should have remained uncrossed. There is nothing wrong with this…”

The woman I love.

His words echoed still in your ears, in your heart as well. You could not believe them… or rather, you could not believe that they were meant for you.

“Besides, there is a very easy solution to our problem.”

“Really?”

“I can dismiss you from the castle. Then you will no longer be a servant working at Cair Paravel. And then, if you want me, I can marry you.”

You stopped breathing altogether, and Caspian seemed amused by your expression. The smile that formed on his tired features was full of fondness.

“It is funny that you blame me for being blind, when you have been just as unable to see the truth as I was. I thought, too, that I was being quite obvious.”

“You cannot be meaning that.”

But he pressed your palm tighter against the skin of his chest, so you could feel even more vividly the beating of his heart against your hand, until it felt like you were touching it, like you were holding the organ itself.

He looked at you with such intensity, the entire world around you had disappeared.

“Y/N… do you not know…? Do you not know that my heart is yours? That it has always been yours? Can you not feel it?”

He gave you a gentle smile, voice barely more than a whisper and much deeper than usual, the weight of the confession making it too hard for him to breathe.

“My heart is in the palm of your hand, where it has always belonged. It has always been yours to hold in your hands.”

It was his turn to reach for your cheek, and you leaned into his touch without noticing. When he gently pulled you down, failing strengths not allowing him to lean up to meet you, you didn’t resist. Instead, you allowed him to guide you to him, until his lips and yours were but a breath away from each other.

“I love you,” he whispered, and your heart, you thought, exploded. “Can I… Can I do this? Y/N, I have been dreaming about this for so long…”

Instead of answering, of granting him permission to finally kiss you, you were the one to close the distance between your mouths, kissing him achingly, with every bit of your worry, your love, your passion, your withheld feelings poured into him through the tender gesture. And he responded with the same strength, the same unwavering desire to hold you closer, to devour you until you were one, to show you just as much he felt for you…

You kissed for a long time, forgetting about the world, the duties, the ranks and the time that passes. And in your palm, his heart was beating.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

How do you see the marauders characters? Like a short description of looks? Eg; race, height, hair type, unique facial features, anything rly

oo omg. i wanted to do one of these for so long bc i saw it umm long post ahead !! this is only marauders + lily bc it was long 😓

james - either pakistani or half pakistani, half english, dark skinned, 6'0-6'1-ish, dark brown/black curly hair (falls straighter as he grows older). thin face, noticeable jaw, stubble, straight nose, arched eyebrows. acne scars !!!!!! thick lashes i think would be one of his defining points, like full lips and his deep voice gg. he's so hot, god.

sirius - very pale, very tall. 6'4, english, black curly hair. it grows out through his hogwarts years and by the time he's sixteen it reaches his mid-back when straight (wet), but that's when he runs away and buzzes it. he's bottle blonde for a while my king 😌🩷. i think there's so much that's eye catching about him - very eerily light grey eyes, glass skin, cupids bow, defined collarbones, his height, piercings, posture, accent, aristocratic superiority. he has a lithe figure, i don't imagine him to be as muscle-y as james, but he's fit and has good core strength. long finger nails, he got into habit of painting them as a teenager but always chipped them doing garage work. soft skin except of his hands because, again, garage work. i love him smm ack. oh also he has one dimple on his left cheek, it's the only thing that isn't symmetrical and it pisses him awf.

remus - yellowish skin, brunette, 5'9-ish, big eyes and thin lips. acne acne acne, big hands and feet, big, crooked nose, crooked teeth, thin brows, loose skin, stretch marks. his most recognizable feature is, of course, his scars - on his face, neck, chest. i like to occasionally imagine him as half blind because umm yes, but not always (it's hard to write). he also has a limp but it's okay bc he has hips for daysss !!

peter - so hot. strong features, button nose, heart shaped lips, acne, blonde. 5'4-ish, blonde curls, thin blue eyes, physically strong, light tan, frown lines. stocky, he's built well w a layer of fat over it. usually clean shaven but he tried (and failed) to rock a mustache. his most recognizable is the fact that he has prehistoric face i fear, and after living as a rat for so long it's how his face is disfigured bc... well, he lived as a rat for so long.

lily - 5'6, dark red hair, freckles, green eyes. face card is lethal, body is so tea. she had a well maintained hourglass, which turned less soft and more muscle-y, and then after having harry she never really lost the weight (it wasn't a priority, anyway) because she #died. pimples, long nails, her most recognizable feature is her eyes, of course. she also loves lip glosses so she's always wearing that !! her hair is slightly wavy and she loves having it blowdried, it was long in her childhood and she cut it to her ears in third year, and only started growing it out after hogwarts.

[rjshope]

gifmaker / cc wrapped 2024!

I was tagged by most beloveds @raplinenthusiasts @cosmicdreamgrl @jkvjimin @cordiallyfuturedwight @yooboobies @taehyunghobi and @jinstronaut(thank you guys🖤🌷) to share my most popular posts and my favorite ones.

Let's go!

january:

⟡ Yoongi with painted hands // he's cute here no arguments from me ♡ adorkable namgi // lol ♡ that Namjoon live // i'm still recovering btw

february:

⟡ happy Hope on the street♡ rapline saving Jin // i love how you can see their personalities here ♡ Jimin as the cutest dinosaur ever // esp soft for this one

march:

⟡ thank you fo being my artist Jimin live // he said very important thing here ♡ namjin bickering (+Hobi enjoying the show) // i live for bickering namjin ♡ Hobi being Yoongi's favorite seat // yoongi never beating lil meow meow allegations

april:

⟡ Tae and his big brown eyes // y'all just couldn't resist him could you?😁 ♡ that Malta Namjoon // despite the fact that this is my least fav bv season i have a soft spot for this gifset ♡ Dimple gifset for Kayla's birthday // very special work for my very special person🌷

may:

⟡ vibing Namjoon // lmao this is just two simplest b&w gifs and what have y'all done??? 🙈🙈 ♡ namjin laughing // luv my soft boys ♡ Nuts MV // i'm just a weak woman what do you want from me

june:

⟡ SYS Final Kim Taehyung // i'm happy with it, i love this gifset very much <3 ♡ hyung line dynamic in a nutshell // they never fail to crack me up lmao ♡ laughing namgi // so wholesome i love them so much!

july:

⟡ Jin being a good infuence on Namjoon pt.2 // i carried the thought of this gifset in my head for two years, it displays perfectly why these two are so important to me and it's nice to see this post being so appreciated ♡ Hobi being handsome to infinity and beyond // i'm still lost for words you know ♡ Tae gifset for Annie's birthday // this one is very important to me bc it took a lot of my time, blood and sweat to make it, and seeing it floped breaks my heart. Well at least Annie liked it, that's the most important thing. ♡ namjin "revenge is sweet" gifset // if you hear someone making weird evil giggling noises that's me

august:

⟡ jihope being jihope // this is not a gifset this is a happy pill ♡ hyung line from memories of 2015 // i hope i don't need to explain this?!?! ♡ RJ comforting rapline // i'm still sobbing

september:

⟡ namgi dealing with their Jin-hyung // lol#2 ♡ Namjoon birthday compilation gifset // it was my first time doing something like this and i really love how it turned out ♡ maknae line for Pat's birthday // i know this is my post but whenever i see it i sit and look at it in awe (i'm allowed to be proud with myself from time to time) ♡ sope flirting // they are so married it's annoying

october:

⟡ Jin and his mindset // if more of us were like him it would be a merrier place (yes, quoting king of my heart here) ♡ namseok gifset for Julia's birthday // i had so much fun making these ♡ peach Namjoon // iykyk ♡ winter package 2020 hyung line // rare photoshoot with just four of them in the same unit

november:

⟡ Jin, Joon, the saxophone and Jimmy Fallon // totally agree with y'all😌 ♡ Bangbangcon namgi // Yoongi's smile i'm gonna sob ♡ Namjoon and his healing smile // i miss him so much ♡ Jin performing Another Level // i do not make performances gifset often and this is a good song and a good performance and i love how these look

december:

⟡ cute barefaced Yoongi from ITS1 // lol we all are so whipped for him ♡ Jin for Dicon // playing with color isolation was fun ♡ soft (and a bit drunken) Hobi from ITS1 // the look on his face make my heart flutter ♡ cuteness agression namgi // i can't stop giggling, Yoongi your crush is showing ♡ ON Kinetic Manifesto Film Shoot Sketch | Hyung line // my boys looking fine as hell, that's it that's the tweet

Idk if it me or you really can see how my january gifs look different from december gifs. It didn't happen on purpose, but it's something that is interesting to see.

It fun to see how my year started with 2019 year and with MOTS: Persona era. And now i'm closing it by entering BE and Life Goes On era *breathes out* Yeah, life goes on and my journey goes on as well😁

Anyway it was my second year here and i'd like to thank you all for staying with me, for you support, for your reblogs and comments, it means a lot💖 I enjoyed this ride, let's continue next year with the boys!

tagging @namchyoon @kimtaegis @jung-koook @hvseoks @btsiu

@taee @kth1 @heybaetae @oumoumimi (no pressure ofc <3)

[five-and-dimes]

Sunbeam

Part 4 of 4

Using the Dreaming Bingo Adoptable prompt: Sleeping In

Rating: Mature

Ship: Dreamling

Warnings: Past abuse (not explicit, just implied past warprize things)

Additional Tags: Cat!Dream, Cow!Hob, King/warprize, hurt/comfort,

Summary: The Happy Ending 😌

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By the time Hob makes it back to his room, finally released from a dull morning council meeting, it is nearly afternoon. And Dream is still fast asleep.

The sight of him never fails to make Hob’s heart swell.

It has been five years now since Dream was first given to him, a scared, shivering, wounded thing. And all the long years of healing, of growing together, are more than worth it for mornings like these. Dream is sprawled across their shared bed, long limbs stretching to every corner, basking in the sunlight that falls over the mattress. Hob always opens the curtains before he leaves for his morning duties for this precise reason. 

He approaches slowly, not willing to wake his love just yet. His eyes roam over Dream’s body, smiling at how much he’s changed. Certainly he is still a lithe and lanky creature, but no longer are his bones sharp and cutting through his skin. There is a softness and a strength to him now, lean muscle filling him out and a gentle give to his stomach from years of plentiful food, and milk whenever he desired it. He is still pale, but now there is a healthy glow to him, and his fur is glossy and thick. Most importantly though, Hob revels in the peace on Dream’s face, the way his lips curl in a smile even in his sleep, body warm and lax in the sun.

Hob loves him so very much.

Sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, he cannot help but also feel a surge of pride whenever his gaze falls on the collar and bell around Dream’s neck. Currently it is the only thing Dream is wearing, a marvel when Hob remembers how scared he used to be to let his robe reveal any part of him. Now he lays nude in the sun without any fear, and Hob is so happy he could weep. The collar, though. Dream rarely takes it off.

The memory is still bright, the way Dream had been cradled in his arms, as he so often was by then, relaxed and boneless and purring against his chest. Their breaths had evened out after their love-making, the sweat drying and cooling their skin, but neither had felt any inclination to move. But Hob had felt a tiny surge of confidence and daring in the post coital haze, and he knew he had to take advantage of it before it faded.

“Love,” he began softly, grinning when he felt Dream’s ears twitch towards him in attention, “Do you know about the collar I wear?”

Shifting in his arms, Dream had leaned back enough to look at him curiously, “How do you mean?” He glanced over Hob’s shoulder where the collar in question lay in an ornate case, “It is… jewelry?”

Hob let out a huff of laughter, “Well, yes I suppose,” He pet down Dream’s back as he chose his words carefully, nervously, “But it is more than that. For us here in the bovine kingdom, at least,” he explained. “It is not a collar in the way other kingdoms might view one. Have you noticed that no other in the palace wears one?”

Dream furrowed his brow in consideration, “I suppose, now that you mention it…”

Sitting up, regretfully disentangling from Dream, Hob reached over to the side table, opening up one of the drawers and pulling out a box, similarly decorated to the one his own collar sat in. He still remembers how he held it in his lap, turning to face Dream fully and taking a deep breath to steel himself.

“For us, it is the equivalent to a crown.”

He opened the box, and inside was a collar, nearly identical to his own, though slightly smaller, designed for a slimmer neck. The jewels were rubies instead of sapphires, and the bell was rounder and more delicate, as opposed to the heavy, squared bell of Hob’s own. Dream’s breath caught in his throat.

“I want you to have one,” Hob said softly, “It’s not a collar,” he reiterated desperately, “It’s not… not a thing of ownership. I don’t own you, my love. No one does. But… I want everyone who sees you to know just how important you are. To know that you are my equal, and deserve just as much respect.”

When he finally gained the courage to look up, Dream was crying. There was a moment when he had worried he had ruined everything, had scared his poor love in a way he swore he never would again. But then, Dream met his eyes, and the look in them was nothing short of awe.

“You would…” he swallowed thickly, “You would give me such a thing? You would make me… more? More than just a…” his voice cracked, and he could not get the rest out.

Hob had tossed the box to the side, something far more precious in front of him. He wrapped Dream in his arms, pressing him close, “You are my love,” he said firmly, “My heart, my partner, my everything. You have always been so much more than you were allowed to be. I just want everyone to see it.”

He held him tight, and then Dream had kissed him, and he had known that everything would be okay. They made love again, both of them wearing nothing but their matching collars, and in the morning they started planning their wedding.

And now they are here, years later, and he is in no less awe of the love he has found in the man laying before him. Reaching out, Hob places a gentle hand on Dream’s belly, stifling a laugh when Dream stirs with a soft ‘mrrrp?’. Dream blinks, ears twitching to attention as he stretches his limbs impossibly further as he wakes. Reaching down, Hob runs his fingers through the fur along Dream’s chest and stomach. He still remembers the awe and glee he had felt the first time his fingers had brushed against the soft fuzz of new fur growing along Dream’s body.

Dream had been embarrassed, and ashamed (it had taken a long, long time for Dream to let go of the shame he felt for what other people had done to him). He had explained softly that much of his fur had fallen out over the years of mistreatment. He also quickly offered to shave it off if Hob didn’t like it.

But Hob loved it. He loved seeing the proof of Dream’s healing, had carefully tended to the new fur for weeks, and even now still took great pleasure in brushing the dark strands until they shone. He hadn’t fully realized how thin the areas where he did have fur were, either, until his arms and legs slowly became covered in dense, dark fur, the skin no longer visible through it. Petting him now, Dream presses happily into his hands, and Hob cannot resist leaning down to pull him into a kiss. 

“Good morning, beloved,” Dream mumbles against his lips. When they part, he yawns widely, and Hob can’t resist tapping his finger against his long, sandpaper tongue when it is revealed. As he alway does when Hob teases him in this way, Dream snaps his teeth down, Hob only just barely pulling away in time with a laugh.

It took a long time for Hob to see these parts of his love’s personality- the parts that are feisty and proud and demanding and playful. It only made Hob love him impossibly more.

“It is not quite morning anymore, my dear,” he grins, “You missed breakfast.”

Dream hums in consideration, eyes half lidded as he reaches out to brush a finger against Hob’s chest, the barest hint of claw grazing the spot where his teat is hidden by fabric, “It seems more like breakfast has come to me.”

Hob shivers, taking Dream’s hand to press a kiss to his knuckles with a smile, “Insatiable creature,” he says fondly.

“Is that a complaint?” Dream raises an eyebrow.

“Never,” Hob responds, aiming for teasing but filled with far too much sincerity, “How might I serve my beloved this day?”

Dream smiles slowly, fond and mischievous, “You can start,” he drawls, tugging on Hob’s hand to guide him down onto the bed, “by not blocking my sunbeam.”

Hob bursts into laughter, laying back obediently onto the bed so that Dream can sprawl on top of him, settling comfortably with Hob’s softness at his front, and the sun’s warmth at his back.

[thealternateuniverse]

The Chaotic & Charismatic Brothers – Marriage Edition 💍🔥

Jaebom – The Reluctant Groom Turned Power Couple King

👑 "It's just business. We'll be divorced in a year." — Famous last words. 💼 The heir must marry, so daddy sets him up with a business partner's daughter. She hates him. 😌 Plays the role of the patient, doting fiancé to make his life easier. If she wants something? He just gets it. Less tantrums that way. ❤️ Unexpected plot twist: She falls for him. 👩‍❤️‍👨 Plot twist part two: They actually get married. The world’s most iconic power couple—rich, famous, and effortlessly stylish. 🔥 Business headlines: "The Perfect Pair: A Love Story or a Merger?"

Mark – The Master of Uno Reverse Card

🤢 Hates the entire concept of arranged marriage. 👊 Told his father if he was forced into one, he’d disown himself. Meant it. 💍 But then Jaebom actually went through with an arranged marriage. Mark, officially paranoid, escapes overseas. ✈️ The escape plan fails when daddy announces publicly that Mark is next. 🍼 Comes home married—with a 3-month-old baby. His dad almost collapses. 👀 Turns out his “business” overseas was just him living his best life with his longtime girlfriend, who he secretly married a year ago. 🎤 "Surprise, I’ve been married. Also, meet your grandson."

Jackson – The Forever Rich Uncle

💃 Hates arranged marriage with every fiber of his being. 💌 Too busy attending exclusive parties and dating around to care. ✈️ When his dad sets him up on a blind date? He disappears for a year. 🍾 Will settle down when he decides to, not when daddy demands it. 👶 Rich uncle mode activated: Spoils all his nieces and nephews. 📢 "My only commitment is to looking good and having fun."

Jinyoung – The Lawyer Who Stays Three Steps Ahead

📑 Too busy drafting prenups and handling corporate lawsuits to think about love. 💔 "If one of you gets divorced, at least make it easy for me." 🕵️ Accidentally ends up with the perfect partner—someone in his field, just as sharp as him. 💡 Outmaneuvers his father by introducing his actual girlfriend before the matchmaking circus begins. 👶 Ends up being the responsible, doting husband and the unofficial babysitter for his brothers’ kids.

Youngjae – The Tech Nerd Who Pulled The Ultimate Baddie

💻 Quietly hacking his way through life until—BAM!—he lands the heiress of Samsung. 🔥 They bond over their shared love for tech and probably build a cybersecurity empire together. 💔 Almost breaks up with her because of an arranged marriage setup—until they realize they were arranged to marry each other. 💒 Wedding goals: A high-tech, futuristic cyber-themed extravaganza.

Bambam – The Diva, The Icon, The Untouchable Bachelor

🚨 Allergic to marriage. Screams it from the rooftops. 📸 Loves the drama surrounding his brothers' love lives but refuses to be part of it. 🎭 Outsmarts his dad by pulling publicity stunts before any matchmaking rumors start. 🤣 Gets roasted by his brothers for being chronically single. 💔 Last serious relationship? Middle school. She ghosted him. The trauma still lingers.

Yugyeom – The Lost-Love Trope in Real Life

💔 Constantly in dating rumors—half the time, he’s never even met the person. 😍 Fell in love at first sight in college, but the girl vanished. 🔍 Finds her again years later. This time? He won’t let her disappear. 🔥 She turns out to be Simon Dominic’s little sister. 👶 Surprise: They already have a son, who is older than Mark’s kid. 🥺 Begs his father and Simon D for permission to marry her because "I am NOT losing her again."

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac #9 : Befriending the feral lil guy

Macaque finally recognized that Wukong is kinda his friend! Wukong's efforts paid off, 😌

The flowers were beginning to bloom through the frost of winter and the first hint of warmth crawled beneath the thick grayish sky of the cold season. Spring was on its way, and thus Macaque's hibernation (if you could call it like that) was coming to an end. The black-furred monkey fastened the bags around his body and stepped outside of the stone mansion, he breathed in the soft sweet-scented air of the water-curtain cave and began to wander. First, he climbed the nearby peach-tree growing beside the mansion and perched himself in the highest branch. He liked to see the cave from one of the highest points; it enabled him to see which trees were bearing fruits and where the flowers were blooming. Macaque didn't need much fruit, contrary to many other seasons spent on his own, now the black-furred monkey had a friend (of some sorts) bringing him food on a daily basis. Even if some parts of him were still suspicious of the golden monkey intentions, he had to admit that the sage had paved a way inside of his heart as a friend. Macaque never had friends before, he didn't know how to act around one. He indulged the King at times, conversing with him, but he still felt awkward most of the time. 

The black-furred monkey ripped one of the nearby leaves and jumped out of his branch, he used the leaf as his personal parachute and, quite elegantly, landed in the corner he was eyeing seconds ago. He took some flower petals, specifically the one he used to create his sleeping powder and stored them in his bag. He was so focused on his endeavor he failed to notice the fuzzy fur-ball watching him, hidden in the high grass. 

“Ghost!” Macaque flinched and turned around, he crossed eyes with a familiar cub, Yue if he recalled correctly. She was looking at him with stars in her eyes, her tail wagging uncontrollably. 

“How did you…” Macaque was surprised, he didn't see anyone in this corner. Yue chirped, the kind that didn't truly mean anything but held a strong sense of happiness and excitement. Surprisingly enough, she didn't touch him, perhaps Sun Wukong told her not to. If there was one person those troublesome fur-balls listened to it was their King. “Calm down, calm down.” Panicked the macaque. Yue stopped chirping and looked at him intently. “Alright, what do you want?” 

“She wants to play.” Macaque startled and looked up. Sun Wukong was leaning over them with a smirk on the edge of his smile. “I came over when I heard lil Yue's chirps.” Explained the sage when he caught sight of Macaque's confused face. “So, do you wanna play with her?” Carefully asked the sage, he crouched down before them and scratched lil Yue's chin, the cub leaned in his touch eagerly. Macaque opened his mouth, ready to refuse, he didn't like cubs, they were loud. But he finds himself unable to once he saw Wukong's hopeful face and lil Yue's puppy dog eyes. 

“Maybe a little, but not for long, I have other things to do.” Sun Wukong brightened considerably, he translated Macaque's words to lil Yue and she exploded in joyful chirps. “So… what should I do?” Macaque has never been around other monkeys much, at least not in an intimate way. He knew their tongues, there were few languages he hadn't heard of, but he wasn't familiar with their customs and their behaviors. Sun Wukong kindly took lil Yue on his lap and calmed her with a few scratches. 

“Hm, I think she just wants to touch you for a bit, if that's alright. Also, something about shadows?” Macaque was impressed by Sun Wukong's ability to understand lil Yue's chewed chirps, the only one he recognized was “Ghost”. Sun Wukong took lil Yue's paws and tried to entice the black-furred monkey with little waves. Macaque rolled his eyes but he approached cautiously. He sat before the cub and put one of his hands in her chubby paws, she squealed in joy and kindly squeezed it. He let her mess with his hands a bit before retrieving them and manipulating the nearby shadows. He created little animals made of darkness and made them play with each other. When he looked up both lil Yue and Sun Wukong were intently watching, pupils dilated and tails wagging. 

“Why are you both looking like that?” Asked Macaque with a raised eyebrow. 

“Nothing, just… I didn't know you could do that. It's amazing!” Cheered the King as lil Yue clapped with stars filled eyes. 

“It's nothing.” Mumbled the black-furred monkey with flushed cheeks. 

“What, no ! It's so cool, I have never seen this before.” Argued the sage. “Lil Yue agrees with me.” Added Sun Wukong as he petted the excited cub. Macaque looked away, ears flickering in joy. He didn't showed this type of shadow magic often. When he tried to showed it, at the time he lived outside of Flower Fruit Mountain, people cowered. After all, shadow magic was often feared for its mysterious nature. So it was odd to be praised, to see his art (if he could call it like that) being liked.

“W-well, I could show you more… I have a few other tricks…” Shyly proposed the black-furred monkey. 

“Really!? Please do!” Cheered the King, he settled the cub more comfortably in his lap and eagerly leaned over the macaque. 

Macaque took a deep breath and gathered the nearby shadows. When he looked up and found both monkeys watching with smiles on their lips, he felt happy. 

+cut scenes 

Yue *chirps excitedly about Macaque* : 😆

SWK : I know you wanna see him again but Macaque is a cautious one. 😔

Yue *chirps sadly* : 🥺

SWK *Who cannot handle sad baby faces* : Okay, okay, try to not startle if you see him. Don't touch him. Maybe then he'll be…more inclined to be friends. 

Yue : 😊

Yue *bragging about being able to see Macaque's magic* : 😆

Others cubs : 😯

Macaque : why do I feel like I'm being watched? 🤔

Others cubs *hiding and following him around*: 🫣

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[alwaysaslutforfic]

Daichi Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Here he is! The man the myth the legend 🥰

Written in his memory 😔 RIP Daichi

Warnings: mentions of daddy kink, choking, and various position but nothing super explicit

Minors are not allowed to interact and stay out of the cut! Minors DNI!!

I murdered my beta’s like Tanaka murdered Daichi

Check out my headcanons for Tsukki and Kyoutani

Sexy driver pt2. One hand on the wheel, the other holding yours. Just watching his arms flex as he changes gears is enough to have you flustered. Always opens your door for you and helps you get in. Let’s you pick the music and pulls over if you want takeout

Concedes the aux cord but has pretty good taste in music. Prefers more mellow sounds. Indie, jazz, soft rock. He takes you to local shows as dates and will either watch you dance, or hold you close to slow jams. FestivalDaichi! is a new man. Get him drunk and he gets handsy. (Drunk kisses 🤤)

Just loves to spend time with you. The best day out partner. Breakfast at a cafe in the morning, holds your bags and your hand. He doesn't complain if you wanna try on clothes or shoes or browse games, he’s just genuinely happy to be there

A handyman. Owns a tool belt that you bought him and looks damn good in it too. Puts up shelves, fixes sinks, cleans gutters, mows lawns. And if it’s summer, then you have a shirtless handyman to boot. (Note to self: handman Daichi 😌)

Speaking of shirtless Daichi, because of his rota at the firestation (hashtag: FiremanDaichiForLife) he prefers to workout at home. He works out in the garden when it’s warm, and in the living room when it’s cooler. Either way, you have a free show at least twice a week. He will let you sit on his back while he does push ups, or hold you while he squats

Will indulge all your couple tiktok challenges with a sheepish grin, and fondness in your eyes. The comments are full of ‘get you a man who looks at you like that’

This man is romantic. I’m talking candlelit dinner, flowers for no reason, surprise lunch at your workplace. He’s just a modern, old-fashioned man who treats you like a treasure

The king of soft intimacy. Cooking together. Baths together. Wine and candles in your living room. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles. Play with his hair and you risk just putting him straight to sleep, but who can resist the world’s best weighted blanket.

Daichi is forever your personal cheerleader. He supports all your choices, dreams, and goals. He’ll give you advice, or talk through anything you’re hesitant on. Even if they’re whimsical. You wanna start dance classes. He’ll go to any recital. You decide to switch to marathon running, he’ll be there with a sign and a gallon of water. Cosplay, chocolate making, fanfiction 😉. He doesn’t care, as long as you’re happy

Call. Him. Daddy. And let him fuck you into the mattress or kitchen table, or sofa, or floor as a result

I touched on this briefly once, but choke him. You are Not in charge, but he just loves the feeling of your hand on his throat. The flutter of your fingers as he makes you cum

An ass man through and through. At this point his fingerprints are embedded in your ass cheeks from the way he grips them. Doggy; he’s spanking you. Missionary; he’s using your ass as leverage. Riding him; better believe he’s squeezing it as he makes you bounce harder.

Speaking of handy men, he has big hands and puts them to good use. Sits you on his lap and fingers you until he thinks you’re ready

Thick thighs save lives, and Daichi wants you to ride his. He’ll lick your nipples while you do, and basks in the mess you make on his thighs as a result (clearly my thoughts revolve around sitting in his lap and having a great time)

Without fail, will pull them panties to the side. Even on days when you have time to get naked. Loves the way you look in lingerie and loves the way you soak the fabric when he makes you cum

Daichi just make brain go brrr. Nothing but respect for my husband captain

[jayktoralldaylong]

A man going around adopting everyone he sees, that's Omega energy. 😌

"So Dalinar's omega?" 😂

Actually Dalinar is Alpha. It's crazy but he manages to pull off the commanding officer/Dad energy. Dalinar is King Alpha. 😌✨

It says a lot that Dalinar can still retain that Alpha energy despite being a guy who cries multiple times during the series. On his knees all out sobbing level breakdowns. (Love it when a guy can be confident in his masculinity enough to not give a damn when he cries. 🥺❤️)

I also love how awkward other people feel when Dalinar does things usually seen as feminine. Like when he showed up to that reading meeting as moral support for Renarin, and Shallan described it as a War horse in a pony session or something like that. 😂 The other women shut up real quick about Renarin.

Shallan and Kaladin both give heavy Alpha energy. They are both liars and imposters, and they are omega. 💀 They don't want to be in charge actually, they really want to be pampered and loved, but life hasn't been so kind.

Adolin on the other hand. 😌✨ Resident pampered spoilt happy fashionista rich boy. That one is an Alpha. I don't make the rules, I just tell the truth. 😎😂🔥 (This is why Adolin works so well with the two. He lets them take charge. Then when they're tired, he steps in. ❤️ )

Just cause I'm bored. Jasnah - Alpha (easiest one)

Navani - also Alpha. She and Dalinar have an Alpha/Alpha thing going on. He somehow loses all their battles. 😂

Renarin - Omega (Bfr. Also easiest one).

Elhokar - ...... I was thinking failed Alpha, but I remember the scenes with him and his kid, and his wife's dominant personality. Omega.

Szeth - Undecided but I'd choose Beta since he sort of just goes with the flow.

Lift - Unfortunately Alpha. Very Unfortunate for everyone else. 😂💔