#╽✒️ ⸻ 【headcanons】

[starlostseungmin]

husband!minho

✰ notes: third entry of my husband!skz series and as for who won the poll, it’s minho’s turn!! minor warning: sex is mentioned but nothing happened!! i hope you guys enjoy!! not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

seungmin , chan（ lee know ） jeongin , han , changbin , felix , hyunjin.

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Husband Minho who asked, “Will you be the mother of my three kids?” instead of “Will you marry me?” on one random afternoon when you were both playing with his cats at his parents’ house. It served as his proposal and gave you a jingle ball because he didn’t have a ring with him at that time. 

Husband Minho who used to be a tsundere and nonchalant person but later changed into a fully affectionate bunny the moment he fell for you. 

Husband Minho who got emotional during the wedding day but tried to hold his tears back since it was expected that his friends would tease him later. He gave up eventually and cried when you slow danced with him at the reception. 

Husband Minho who teased you a lot but in a loving way. He tends to be a menace sometimes but it wasn’t bad. Your big baby just loves to play with you. 

Husband Minho who pretends to be annoyed when you ask for a kiss but deep inside he wants to smother you with all the love you deserve. Eventually, he couldn’t keep it to himself so he cuddles you with lots and lots of kisses. 

Husband Minho who spoils you with his five Michelin-star cooking skills and serves you high-quality food. He is the happiest when you compliment him and finish everything on your plate. 

Husband Minho who loves to drag you along when he goes camping and offers to take care of everything while you rest. He’d only ask for minor tasks from you to help him. 

Husband Minho who sends you weird selfies and cat pictures when you’re not together and says he misses you with the kids (his cats). 

Husband Minho who listens to your worries and gives constructive criticisms but at the same time he comforts you with the things you need to feel better. 

Husband Minho who loves to encourage you to do the things you want as long as it would benefit him and it’s not illegal. “The heart knows what it wants,” He said. “But let’s not go to jail shall we?”

Husband Minho who lets you burst out in anger while he stood there listening to everything. He’s not the type to baby you every time and will be civil when it comes to arguments knowing who is in the right and wrong. 

Husband Minho who will never allow you to sleep unless everything is resolved. He’d be sorry if it was his fault and be the cutest baby bunny that you can’t resist to forgive. This comes along with cuddles and kisses or makeup sex (if you’re both into it). 

Husband Minho whose love languages are acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation. 

Husband Minho whom you swoon to over and over because of how handsome and cute he is. Never a day you’d miss complimenting him by which he’ll be all red and mushy from being shy. 

Husband Minho who got the interest of touching your butt out of his love and affection. 

Husband Minho who lays on top of you when he sees you lying down on your shared bed the moment he gets home because he’s tired and your presence makes him feel relaxed and secure.  He tends to bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

Husband Minho who is loud and dramatic in the most precious way. 

Husband Minho who never forgets important dates and will throw everything away just to spend time with you. 

Husband Minho who acts like a mother especially when you get sick and is stubborn. 

Husband Minho who is good with kids, and had asked you a few times if you want to have one with him but at the same time he doesn’t want to put pressure on your shoulders. He reassures that he can wait and doesn’t even mind if he spends his lifetime with you alone. 

Husband Minho who feels appreciated and loved when you tell him about the things he means to you and how much you are head over heels for him. 

Husband Minho who gets excited when you give him cat necessities. You wonder that he loves his cats more than you sometimes but he’d say you were equally receiving his love and affection. 

Husband Minho who doesn’t always say he loves you but rather says that you are his getaway from everything. It’s you and him against the world, nothing could replace you as you are his happy place and favorite person. The one who comes second after his cats and knows his priorities but you get the privilege. 

Husband Minho who loves you to the moon and back. 

Husband Minho who treasures you the most and the one he’d put first before everything. 

Husband Minho whom you’ll love for a lifetime, promised to never hurt, never leave, and never break his heart. 

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©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[dmitriene]

— chris redfield headcanons◞♡

summary: headcanons of chris redfield when he finally returns from a long mission to you, his beloved girl. content: bf! chris redfield x fem! reader tags: fluff, comfort, nsfw, smut, unprotected p in v, receiving-giving oral, fingering, marking, domestic chris. please enjoy your reading) 🎐 (18+ warning)

• chris redfield who is absent quite often due to his work and most of the time you are alone in your joint apartment.

• chris redfield who sincerely worries about this situation and all his thoughts are filled with only reflections on how you feel when you are alone.

• chris redfield who will urge you to text him and send him pictures about what you are doing and how your day is going, and even if he does not have time to review, he still cares.

• chris redfield who calls you immediately, once he knows that his work is over and he can safely return home, even if there are wounds on him that need to be treated — the most important thing is to hear your voice after a long time and look at every message.

• chris redfield that is incredibly nervous all the way home, which seems rather strange for such a reserved and firm man like him, but the mere thought that he will soon see you makes him constantly fidget nervously on the spot.

• chris redfield that comes home either in the early morning or late at night, and in both moments he literally melts from how charming you look in your sleepy state and his t shirt while standingon the doorstep.

• chris redfield who watching your eyes go out of sleep instantly when you notice how shabby and tired he looks and that puts the biggest smile on his face.

• chris redfield that gives you complete control over him, from the moment you take off his outerwear to the moment you slowly undress him in the bathroom while the tub is running hot.

• chris redfield whose muscles completely relax when he plunges into hot water and sits in the bathroom, half liddedly watching you twirl around in search of the right funds so you could treat your boyfriend properly.

• chris redfield who lets out soft growls while you massage his scalp and shoulders while you take your time to wash him, your touch is the best thing that has happened to him in a long time away while he murmuring softly, making you giggle — “You are so good to me, hun”

• chris redfield whose eyes get warmer when he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed and gently patting your knees with a warm smile on your face, while a first aid kit lies not far from you, ready to patch up his minor wounds.

• chris redfield who lays his head on your lap and enjoys the way you caress small scratches on his face while you tending to them, because you know that he refused medical help due to the fact that he wanted to get home to you faster.

• chris redfield who tries to get as few injuries as possible so that you don't have to mess with them for too long, or worse, see tears in your charming eyes because you are worried about his well being too much.

• chris redfield that refusing to let you out of his tight hugs when you put everything back in place and return to your bed, trapped between his strong muscular arms and warm body.

• chris redfield that covering your face with butterfly kisses that expressing all his gratitude and love as he holds you as close and tight as possible, making your face sink into his chest until you both fall asleep.

• chris redfield that covering every inch of your skin in hickeys and bites, the feel of his lips and tongue after a long time makes you flinch and whine under him.

• chris redfield whose fluttering brush of lips and teeth move from your neck to your thighs, teasing the thin skin that are dangerously close to your clothed clit, which has already left a wet spot on your panties in anticipation.

• chris redfield who with a smile on his lips pulls off the wet panties from you to replace them with his lips, spreading your labia with his tongue and starting slow caresses.

• chris redfield who speeds up as soon as he hears you whine and mewl, wanting more and he is happy to do everything for you, gradually penetrating deeper with his tongue and rubbing a small pea with his fingers while tracing small and soothing patterns.

• chris redfield from whose lips pouring the most tender praises and sweet words addressed in your direction, flying from his lips either in the form of a growl, or barely audible due to the inability to form words due to the spiraling breath.

• chris redfield kissing your clit after you orgasm, covering his lips and chin with his arousal while he gently traces patterns on your thighs, soothing.

• chris redfield barely holding back his moans when you decide to pay him back, teasingly running your finger over his bare and hard cock as he oozes precum.

• chris redfield shuddering and jerking his hips forward as he feels you rubbing his precum all over his urethra and gradually rubbing it along his impressive length.

• chris redfield that biting his lip and asking you not to stop when you actively begin to move your hand in smooth movements, stroking his urethra in parallel and deliberately catching it with your thumb, making him whisper — “Don't - d-don't stop, sweetheart”

• chris redfield that throwing his head back as you replace your hand with your puffy lips, smearing viscous saliva over smooth skin and clinging to the outline of the veins before thrusting deeper on his cock with your throat.

• chris redfield who is stroking your head as you suck your cheeks in, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the force of the pressure as his cock throbs in the hot inside of your mouth while he whispering sweet little praises for you.

• chris redfield that grunting once he feeling himself getting close to orgasm and gently squeezing your shoulder, trying to focus on your face as you bobbing your head up and down faster, causing him to mutter — “Honey, y-you don't need to - fuckgh!”

• chris redfield that watching you swallow all the sticky hot mess of his cum down your throat while he looking at you with dilated pupils and eyes full of love, as he leans in and kisses you softly on the lips.

• chris redfield that laying you down on the silk sheets of the bed like the most fragile figurine, enjoying your charming look and how fragile you seem in comparison to his broad body.

• chris redfield that gently holding your hips as he carefully slams your sopping cunt millimeter by millimeter onto his cock, enjoying every sweet moan and whine from your swollen pink lips.

• chris redfield who is showing maximum comfort and care after your sex, carefully carrying you to the bathroom and caring for you even more actively than you for him, whispering warmly in your ear — “Let me take care of you, hm? You do so good for me every time..”

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[inators]

         𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 of 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     Lovingly posted with permission from @chio-chan2. (click 'PEREGRIN FLETCHER' for full character sheet)

[maenjiro]

06:50 am 𖦹 scenario

ft. shinichiro x afab!reader

cw: implied somnophilia, oral (f receiving), daddy kink i suppose

you open your eyes just to feel shinichiro going down on you, his tongue pressed flat against you as he lap at your wet cunt, using two fingers to hold your folds open for him to bury his tongue in you. he's so engrossed in his task he doesn't even realize you woke up at first.

you can barely make out what's happening, all the nerves in your body heightened by shinichiro's tongue the sole reason your brain is refusing to work.

when you call him "shin", still befuddled by the sleep – although it does sound more like a strangled moan than anything else – he's annoyed. he's not shin right now and you should know better than that. when he's making a mess of you, when your hips tremble against him, against his tongue running up and down your soaked folds, that's not what he wants to hear.

he huffs against your pussy, his black eyes fixed on you, on your chest raising and falling rapidly as you pant "no, doll, it's not shin. not when your body is so desperate for me."

"so," he looks down just a moment and sucks on your clit, to show you that he will always be the one in charge. "the least you could do is address me correctly."

you fight the little mewl trapped in your throat, "yes, daddy."

[accultant]

WELCOME HOME! aka A FITTING PUNISHMENT aka THE SLAYER FORM AS DIVINE PUNISHMENT. a drabble (just under 2k words) about the aftermath of Iago's one and only attempt at running away from the Bhaal Temple with Puck.

cw blood, death, near-death, violence, evil murder god/dad, forced transformation, attempted fratricide, you know. the works.

Iago held Puck's hand the whole way back to the temple until they reached the front entrance where they awkwardly let go. It was only two days after Iago had murdered their grandmother that they decided to go back. It was hardly a decision. What else could they do? Where else would they go?

Iago felt numb as they fell back into their place, a step behind Puck rather than beside him. They could feel themselves slipping out of their own body, letting the motions take over, dulling their own emotions, going back to the person the temple made them. It came so naturally.

You come crawling back.

Iago was only a second later than Puck to fall to a knee in supplication. “Forgive me, Father,” he said, bowing his head deeply.

Iago rarely spoke in the temple, it felt like their voice bounced off the walls unfamiliarly, “It was my mistake. Forgive me for misleading my bloodtwin.” They hated calling him that. Puck shot them a look. They had discussed who would take the blame, agreed upon splitting it between the two. But it was true. Iago was at fault. They would not let him get hurt for their false hopes.

You speak as though my child has no will of his own. He defied me just as you have.

“Forgive me,” he said again.

Your escape was foolish. Allowed only because I assumed he would wipe you from this earth when you so recklessly swept him away. It is embarrassing to have a spawn so desperate to make a sacrifice of themselves, yet so difficult to kill.

Puck was stone still. He stared at the ground instead of his twin and they took the cue to do the same. Their head ached horribly from the grating voice in their skull.

“I found other victims to satisfy myself and to offer for you, Father. I was not without my bloodshed, neither was my twin. We never forgot the desires you have blessed us with,” Puck spoke.

You speak out of turn.

“Forgive me.”

Iago swallowed and their voice sounded like it was coming out of someone else as they detached themselves further, “We brought a gift of repentance. Never enough to truly atone, but an offering nonetheless.”

Puck got the cue. With a quick glance back at them, he took off his pack and pulled out a bundle of cloth. Iago did the same, staring at a middle distance as they both wordlessly unwrapped a severed hand each. It had been Iago’s idea, but Puck was the one who dismembered their grandmother more than she already had been. Iago felt guilty they couldn’t do more at the time, but they had passed out in a pool of her blood thrice before Puck told them to wait outside. 

It was silent for a blissful second before their skull rang again, I was watching as you took her life, spawn. You never do enjoy yourself enough. You had returned to your sniveling ways before she even drew her last breath. Pathetic.

Iago stopped breathing. At first, they figured it was another seize of panic like they were so prone to, but when they tried to force a breath, it was like a clawed hand gripping their throat.

You manipulated and stole away my most promising spawn. You gave me only one life and not even with a fraction of the fervor I demand. Worst of all, you survived. You are nothing but a lamb who carries themselves as a roach.

Iago's eyes widened in panic as their hands flew to their throat, clawing uselessly. How could they have forgotten? He had their lives on a string, easily cut at any time he so wished.

“Iago?” Puck's voice broke through the voice of their father.

By the bribery you've attempted, you must understand the necessity of punishment in a situation such as this.

They couldn't breathe. They could hardly make a sound except a strangled whimper that Iago could swear earned a snicker from a Bhaalist from the audience.

“Iago!” Puck had forgotten his kneeling, scrambling towards them. “No. You cannot take them. Stop this, please-”

You think you are in a position to make demands. You try to spare a life that I made and am meant to destroy.

Blood started to trickle out of Iago's nose, into their mouth. It felt like their whole body was being crushed, like their ribs were going to cave inward.

Puck looked panicked, terrified. Then his expression went dark and he let go of Iago as they collapsed, “You’re wrong.” Blood pooled in their ears. “I am meant to destroy this one. I am the one who is promised their last breath. I beg you, Father, do not take that from me. They are mine.”

It was difficult to tell how much he believed that and how much was a desperate, clever attempt to save them. Regardless, their vision went black around the edges and they grabbed his pant leg like a child, terrified. They didn't want to die. They didn't want to leave him here alone.

As you wish.

The air rushed forcefully back into their lungs and they hacked violently on the stone floor. Puck was kneeled beside them, his hands hovering over them nervously. “Iago, are you-”

You think yourself unkillable, and he thinks himself your demise. Both of you, traitorous as your actions appeared to be, demand a fitting punishment.

Iago couldn't keep up, they were still reeling, blabbering apologies. They couldn't gather themselves quickly enough before Puck suddenly started to scream, curling in on himself. They cried out and reached out for him just before they heard the crunch of bones snapping, the squelch of flesh ripping, and they were blinded for a moment by a shower of their brother’s blood.

Run.

They had only a second to look at what Bhaal had turned their twin into. It was enough to burn the image into their head permanently, right before the thing swung at them and sliced a gash in their reaching hand.

Iago had never moved faster. They scrambled to their feet, slipping on blood for a terrifying second before their brother- no- the thing their brother had been turned into screeched and they just barely dodged another swipe at them. They stammered out a spell and reappeared a safe distance away, only for that distance to be closed in an instant as they were knocked off of their feet, falling onto stone again hard. It was huge, wretched, and horrifying. It towered over them, radiating hate and bloodlust. They screamed pitifully when a claw pierced their side and a burst of magic tore out of them, lighting the thing on fire and skittering off to the watching Bhaalists, immolating them with more effectiveness than the beast chasing Iago. The spell stunned it for only a moment, but enough for Iago to tear themselves from its claws and obey their father. 

They ran. For hours, they ran. They were caught between mad dashes, lashing out whatever spells they could- which almost all bounced off harmlessly- and crying their brother’s name, begging him to come back. All they could do was run. The entire Bhaal temple turned into a battleground, Iago shoving themselves into the walls and backrooms in fruitless attempts to hide. The exits were blocked by entertained Bhaalists, more fodder for the beast Puck turned into. Bhaal was silent. He was watching, they knew, but he already said his piece and only wished to watch his punishment unfold.

They had no idea how much time had passed when it grew quiet. They had run through the tunnels in the walls, praying they were tight enough that he couldn’t fit. They were limping, covered in gashes, stabs, and bruises. The blood loss was quickly outpacing their waning adrenaline, and Iago collapsed in the tunnel outside their room when they realized they didn’t even have the strength to push the bookshelf out of the way. They had cornered themselves in a musty, blood-stained hole in the wall, terrified of the only person they loved. 

A shuffling came from the other end of the tunnel. Puck emerged in their line of sight, staggering and hardly holding himself against the wall. He was himself, bloodied and exhausted, but himself. It would be a relief, if Iago wasn’t so wracked with fear. When his eyes widened on them and he started to sprint towards them, Iago all but screamed, scrambling away from him out of instinct alone, ignoring their injuries. They didn’t recognize their own voice, “No, no, get away from me, don’t touch me-” 

He dropped to his knees in front of them and ignored that, hands hovering for a moment before he pressed down on one of their injuries, trying to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, barely audible. His eyes were wide, terrified.  “Please stop moving. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

Iago tried wriggling away, half-convinced he still wanted them dead, but they were losing steam quickly and when Puck muttered a healing spell, their body sagged in relief. He was apologizing again. They didn’t want to be so scared of their brother. They never meant to be. But they hurt all over and cried out again when he readjusted to pick them up, shoving aside the bookshelf with his shoulder like it weighed nothing. They blinked and found themselves in their bed, being tended to frantically. 

Iago didn’t die that night. They were brought back from the brink of painful fratricide and they were barricaded in their room with the person who was almost guilty. He didn’t want anyone else near them, he told them. He was sorry, he said so often that they thought he would go hoarse. Iago could hardly speak, whether it was out of terror or exhaustion, they couldn’t tell. When they were finally, mostly sure they wouldn’t die, they apologized once. It was their fault this happened. They tried to get them both their freedom. They lacked the ability to keep them both safe and sane outside of the temple. They were one who was foolish enough to think they could save him. Stupidly, Iago tried to be brave, tried to get their lives back- but they had nothing to go back to and all they had upon return was punishment for Iago’s pipe dream. Puck wouldn’t hear it- he immediately brushed their apology aside with another one of his own. 

He was exhausted too, Iago knew it even though they could hardly find their voice enough to express their concern. His body was robbed from him, ripped apart, used as a weapon against someone he loved. When Iago was sure he would collapse from taking care of them, blubbering apologies, blocking the door (Sceleritas was on the other side, asking his master if he was coming back out soon, if he had finished off his sibling yet), then Iago tugged on his sleeve wordlessly. At first, he pulled away, shaking his head, muttering something about it being too dangerous, but Iago gathered enough strength to throw a pillow at him and got his attention again, looking rather silly in the process. 

They patted the bed next to them and he relented, crawling in beside them. Their heart raced, gripped with a fear they so stubbornly ignored in favor of resting their head on his chest, their arms around him despite the fact he was stiff as a board, and they both broke, weeping. It was the last time they both cried together in their years at the Bhaal temple and they never spoke of it afterwards. Iago never attempted to escape with him again, never let any false hope cloud their judgment. They were helpless, both of them- the only thing they could do was stay together, ensure they stayed alive and by their brother’s side. 

[wandererxiv]

we are going to use our imaginations and say Yurah wears a big, floppy hat!

[twsted-void]

@oya-oya-okay has me thinking about what kinda things Riddle would rub off onto Yuuto, and vice versa,,,, hm

Yuuto would definitely start eating strawberries more and maybe even take an interest in croquet (with or without flamingos ehe)

Riddle would probably doodle a little in the margins of his notes or just start to draw more often. He refuses to believe he's any good but he's not half bad.

He also starts wearing a couple rings from time to time, like the fidget rings Yuuto wears (almost like Yuuto got them both matching rings ehehe)

@justyoureverydaytwstsimp @amai-sakura-chan (Let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post about my oc's!)

[dragxnfxrced]

✒ When Banda was a baby, he'd suck his tail to calm himself. He's since grown out of it.

🐱☍☾ aww, thats adorable 🥺 and also embarrassing as fuck for him, i imagine; i like this headcanon! 👍

[starlostseungmin]

husband!seungmin

✰ notes: my brain is not working properly and idk if i could write any lengthy fics as of the moment but here’s husband seungmin because i’m bored and i love our puppy so much. not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

（ seungmin ）chan , lee know , jeongin , han , changbin , felix , hyunjin.

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Husband Seungmin who cried when he saw you walking down the aisle with a big smile on his face thinking that he’s the luckiest man on earth to marry you. He couldn’t wait for the priest to finally announce you as husband and wife then kisses you in front of your friends and family. 

Husband Seungmin whose love language is act of service and words of affirmation with a little bit of gift-giving. 

Husband Seungmin who is still shy about engaging in physical touch. But when he does, he gets really clingy and refuses to let you go. You never complain. He also loves looking at you dreamingly while you sleepーwhispering how much he loves you and kisses your forehead before going to sleep, hugging you tightly. 

Husband Seungmin who cooks every morning before going to workーsometimes at nightーand holds your hand while brewing coffee as he steals kisses whenever you aren’t looking. 

Husband Seungmin who would take the day off from work just to stay home and take care of you when you’re sick. He won’t allow you to move and insist that he’ll do everything you ask for. 

Husband Seungmin who gets a bit possessive when someone who seems interested in you makes a conversation so he’d kiss your lips out of the blue and say, “We’re married.” then show off your wedding rings. 

Husband Seungmin who doesn’t pressure you to have kids with him since he respects whatever decision you make. It doesn’t matter anyway, as long as the two of you are together, that’s enough for him. 

Husband Seungmin who is still feeling nervous when he asks you out on a date. It would always feel like the first timeーhis heart racing, cheeks red as a tomato, the giddiness and sparks, everything goes in slow-motion. He would take you to your favorite places and have the best time. 

Husband Seungmin who loves tea time and is literally serving you hot gossip from workーlaughing at how everyone was so dumb and problematic in the industry. 

Husband Seungmin who used to prefer texts over calls but now he tends to call you often because he misses you. He would also wait for you to hang up first.

Husband Seungmin who would hug you tightly while kissing the crown of your head and whisper words that might comfort you when you’re breaking down and vulnerable in front of him. He would refuse to leave until you feel better. 

Husband Seungmin who makes weird noises and funny faces just to make you laugh. 

Husband Seungmin who acts like a puppy when he wants to be babied and asks for a kiss. 

Husband Seungmin who treats you like royalty. 

Husband Seungmin who gets over the moon when you surprise him with lots of (useful) Sanrio-related gifts. Mostly Pochacco and Pompompurin with a little bit of Cinnamon Roll. 

Husband Seungmin who loves to take A LOT of pictures of you with his phone or camera. You’d complain (playfully) about his storage getting full but he doesn’t mind because you are his muse. 

Husband Seungmin who brings you flowers on random days because they remind him of you. 

Husband Seungmin who kisses your lips intimately because he wants to. It could happen multiple times a day which could lead to something moreーmost of the time. 

Husband Seungmin who would walk away after an argument and come back hours later to apologize. 

Husband Seungmin who doesn’t want you to see him cry but gives in when you hug him. 

Husband Seungmin who gets brutally honest, cries over silly things, and does his little twerk when drunk but still cute as hell. 

Husband Seungmin who always scores 98-100 on coin karaoke and gets cocky. He knows you love listening to him when he sings and gladly does the favor when you ask him to—wherever, whenever. 

Husband Seungmin who is always good at everything. 

Husband Seungmin who doesn’t say “I love you,” most of the time but expresses it in different ways or says it with the things he feels about you. 

Husband Seungmin whose smile is the most precious in the world. You promised not to take it away and never make him cry. 

Husband Seungmin who loves you so much, makes you happy, never fails to make your heart beat, makes you feel loved and accepts you no matter what your flaws are. 

✰ taglist: @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly , @sleepyleeji , @starseungs , @midsoulz , @oddracha , @armystay89

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[forallofthedas]

Josephine Tag Drop

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Josephine is the ambassador and chief diplomat of the Inquisition. She is also a romance interest for the Inquisitor in Inquisition.

Default World State: Raised the Du Pariqutes to nobility

IRL FC: Simone Ashley in Bridger.ton

✒️ first in line to become the head of house montilyet: about josephine montilyet ✒️ i hope to guide us down smoother paths: josephine montilyet headcanons ✒️ never thought your intentions were overly romantic: josephine montilyet relationships ✒️ ambassador of the inquisition: josephine montilyet visage ✒️ better things to do in skyhold than throw enormous parties for now : josephine montilyet musings ✒️ fostering good will on the inquisition’s behalf: josephine montilyet interactions ✒️ missives and letters: josephine montilyet asks ✒️ offers made in just the right fashion: josephine montilyet aesthetics ✒️ and innocent in matters of lust not love: josephine montilyet smut ✒️ shall i arrange the bout for tonight?: josephine montilyet crack

[dmitriene]

❝ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ❞ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘺! 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

● Chris Redfield was known as one of the most dedicated workers in the department, and you had just joined the office and were buried under a mountain of paperwork, often staying late to catch up.

● The workload was too much and you were having a hard time keeping up with it, your colleagues seemed oblivious to your difficulties and piled even more work on you.

● Chris, being the observant and considerate guy he was, quickly noticed how hard you were working and how overwhelmed you seemed.

● One day he decided enough was enough, he called out your colleagues for overburdening you and even made them apologize to you.

● You, feeling a little embarrassed by all the attention, muttered that everything was fine when Chris came to check on you, but he just patted your head and laughed it off.

● From that point on, you and Chris became close, he would bring you coffee, invite you to lunch and offer to help you with your workload.

● However, one day everything changed when your boss scolded you for a small mistake, it hurt you more than you expected and as soon as you left the boss's office, you burst into tears.

● You were standing near the printer with tears in your eyes when Chris came across you, he was about to invite you for coffee once again, but froze when he heard your sobs.

● With genuine concern, he turned you towards him and hugged you tightly, he began to comfort you and gently stroke your back as you sobbed and explained what happened.

● After that fateful day at the office, Chris became your unofficial champion.

● He always made sure you never had to take on an unreasonable workload again and was willing to go to great lengths to ensure you had a manageable work life balance.

● Chris had a habit of sending you funny memes and GIFs throughout the day, especially when he knew you had a particularly stressful task to complete, his messages filled with emojis and silly messages that always made you smile.

● It was a tradition in the office to celebrate birthdays and Chris went above and beyond to celebrate your birthday, he surprised you with a homemade cake and a card signed by the whole team, making you feel truly special on your special day.

● Chris would often tease you about your coffee or tea addiction, claiming that he was convinced there was a secret IV drip somewhere in your desk, but he still would bring you your favorite drink every morning with a sweet note.

● Chris had a tendency to casually compliment you and it always made your heart race, he would say something like — «You look amazing today» or — «Your smile can brighten up the entire office»

● Whenever you were feeling down, Chris would find a way to sneak up behind you and give you a gentle massage on your shoulders, his strong hands doing wonders to relieve your stress and you would often find yourself leaning into his touch.

● Lunch breaks with Chris became the highlight of your workday, you shared stories, laughed and sometimes engaged in friendly office gossip, it was during these moments that your flirting became more playful and both of your cheeks turned red.

● Chris was a great listener and genuinely cared about your thoughts and opinions and asked for your input on projects with great respect for your expertise.

● You and Chris would occasionally argue over who would finish the paperwork first and the loser would have to buy the winner lunch, this friendly competition added a fun element to your workdays.

● Your office desk has become a treasure trove of little surprises from Chris, stickers with encouraging messages, your favorite snacks, and even a potted plant to brighten up your workspace.

● Chris was a natural protector and that extended even beyond the office, when he would often walk you to your car in the evening, ensuring you got home safely, and even offering to help you with groceries when you mentioned you were out of essentials.

● One particularly stressful day, Chris found you deep in thought, gently cupped your face, gently stroked your cheek with his thumb and said — «Remember, you're stronger than you think», it was a moment that stayed in your heart.

● Chris had a way of remembering little things, like your favorite song or the fact that you preferred your coffee with a pinch of cinnamon or your tea without sugar, it made you feel wanted and valued.

● One evening, after a successful presentation of the project, Chris invited you to a celebratory dinner, and this night ended with a kiss on the threshold that took your breath away, and you found yourself yearning for more.

● As your relationship continued to progress, your colleagues couldn't help but tease you both about your obvious chemistry, but Chris simply smirked and pulled you closer, whispering — «Can't help it if we make the office a little more interesting, can we?»

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[v0iddarl1ng]

ARATAKI ITTO DATING HC

Last time,I understood that I like this sillie TOO much(But my main is still Xinyan,i like her neither), maybe he will became my next f/o,but now, here's some content for Mr.Óni's simps!!!

(it's my first time doing thing like this)

★He ALWAYS getting late on dates,cuz,yk,his amazing hair needs time

★Calls you: "Special Arataki gang member","My sunshine"

★Hugs you really tight,I meant...REALLY TIGHTLY.

★When you're sad,he picks you up like a cat and saying good things to you, straightforwardly into your gorgeous eyes

★Sometimes gives you way in onikabuto battles

★And even he looks like selfish buff guy,he loves you with all of his Òni's heart♥

Deviders made by:@saradika

Thanks for your attention

[inators]

Okay I'm gonna kick a door down here.

Upon my research on "bad days" for Heinz to be born on I came across an article on "Hate Days."

Hear me out. This is the explanation of a Hate Day:

But okay, don't you guys think that Drusselstinians would indeed have a day where they hated everything on purpose? Kind of like The Purge movies, but you don't murder anyone; you just go off about how you hate someone to their face and it's perfectly normal to do.

Well, what if Heinz was born on that day?

It would perfectly explain why they hate him so much, and verbally / physically / emotionally destroy him. It would also explain why, no matter what we see in the show, he's generally unhappy on his birthday and/or assumes nobody wants to spend the day with him.

Anyway this is my headcanon now. Hate Day.

[maenjiro]

giving head ?!!# shuji hanma 𖦹 headcanons

ft. hanma x afab!reader

a/n: tbh the 2 people in the rbs when i talked about hanma hcs helped me with the motivation to actually write this. i hope you'll find this and enjoy!! ♡

synop + cw: just some good ol' oral courtesy of hanma. oral (f receiving), fingering, spit, overstim, and all that jazz

he is a moaner when he eats pussy and he's not shy about it.

he is a moaner when he eats pussy and he's not shy about it.

"kitten let me hear you" he huffs while running his tongue along your folds. can't help but smile against you when he hears his kitten mewl for him in response.

he gets pretty sloppy real fast cause he gets lost in the moment. sucking and lapping messily at your folds.

uses his fingers to help heighten your pleasure while he works his tongue against you.

middle finger and ring finger finding their way inside you with a steady pace. oh just imagine how those fingers move knowing exactly where to touch.

spits on your clit just to see it slide down your cunt. this will make him rock hard. humping the mattress anytime you make his dick twitch.

on the other hand tho, he sucks on your clit every time you arch your back for him.

he gets lost in your wetness and lets out the most sinful slurping noises.

prods at your hole with the tip of his tongue and just enjoys torturing you.

his tongue is… pretty long and no one can fight me on this.

tbh he will give you some breaks from time to time cause he could eat you out for hours and doesn’t want you to pass out on him, the lewd noise you make are his holy grail

so to keep his mouth busy – when these breaks occur – he will bite your inner thighs. leaving hickeys there sounds so hot to him and he can't hide how much he loves marking you.

but the thing he loves the most about all of this it’s how easy it is for him to have you drooling for him. And fucking you dumb with his tongue. not a single thought in your head.

he can and will edge you. and he will overstimulate you. And he will overstimulate you by edging you. every time you get close to your climax he will either slow down or move his tongue faster but won't make you cum just yet.

he. will. not. stop. at. your. first. orgasm. he just love your juices leaking on his tongue. he will make sure to tell you that.

talking shit about how sweet his dessert is for him.

watch him fall asleep between your legs when he's finally done.

[accultant]

Iago is the favorite Bhaalspawn in the eyes of only one (arguably the most important) : Steelclaw, Defender Of Moonrise

[wandererxiv]

It will never happen, but the idea of Yurah's aether overflowing, just losing control of the well of power inside of herself where vines burst through her flesh and blooms of wildflowers leap forth. Where the ground around her wildly grows with greenery, the floor of a dense forest rippling around her. Her eyes wide and wild, the silver of the moon shimmering like a prism in sunlight. Her hair flowing, the length stretching to the ground around here where it roots into the earth and the natural snow shade shifting into a deep greens and browns. Tears of spring water rushing from her eyes, her blood turning to petals as it touches the ground.

And the silent scream that sounds like the brush of gentle wind through leaves as the pain overwhelms her. In the end, she'd turn into a tree. The nature caster returning to the source of their magic in the most horrific way.