#(he is the sweetest thing known to mankind)

[44-moved-44]

I have a headcanon that Mind looks like an animal while he sleeps, with the little frown eyes shut like that

It makes since cos in my AU Heart and Mind are apart of a species of supernatural wild animals (evolution's strangest creation) that are parasitic and base themselves off of brain theories, ok there's a lot more but that's the jist and Cameron (Whole) decided to take them in instead of letting them scamper off to the forest

Mmmmm…… canon divergence and making human characters into alien abominations…………

Bonus Mid doodle at a mental health event I went to today

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[ivyyisbored22]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: They are technically yours. But he owns them.

Warnings: Tiddie obsessed Jeongin. No plot, just Smut🔞. Sucking, fingering, pet names, touchy and kinda whiney Innie. Hand kink(???)

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: I'm on a writing rampage right now, did I just post like 4 one shots in a row?!

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

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𝑬𝑵𝑱𝑶𝒀!

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Jeongin is the sweetest gentleman, the walking green forest, the best boyfriend when he’s with you.

Surprises you with the cutest dates, refuses to let go of your hand when walking through the aisles in the grocery store, snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, literally wanting to merge you into his soul. He’s just that devastatingly in love with you.

And this is the same gentleman, lover boy Jeongin who is obsessed with your boobs. And not just obsessed. He possesses your tits. 

The way his face brightens like a thousand suns when he catches you not wearing a bra, has him giggling, if he could deadass replace that piece of clothing with his hands, he would do it without hesitation.

But during some mornings—like today—you have to physically push him away from your chest so that you can get ready for work which only has him sulking the entire day.

He'll act like it's the end of the world, as if the universe is being cruel to no one but him, refusing to do anything, be an emotionless robot at the studio that half pisses Chan off. 

And once you come back, does he greet you with a hello? Hey baby, how was your day? No.

“Get here before I rip that top off.” His eyes burned, hungrily. Arms were crossed as he sat on the couch, waiting for you to get back home. 

“Well hello to you too,” You said, kicking your shoes off and hanging your jacket. Sometimes you wondered if he dated you for you or your boobs but deep down you could feel a blooming sense of pride how Jeongin basically survives just because of your pretty mounds.

"Don't start," he warned, his foot tapping against the floor like he was holding himself back from pouncing on you.

"Innie, you behave like you haven't seen them in years," you teased, crossing your arms under your chest just to test him. His jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes dropped straight to where you wanted them.

A low growl rumbled in his throat before he was up on his feet, closing the space between you in two quick strides. His hands found your waist, firm but gentle, tugging you closer until you had no choice but to tip your head back to meet his gaze.

He scoffed, shaking his head before he pulled the neckline of your top enough to get a peek. His eyes darkened as he hummed in approval.

You smacked his hands away. "At least let me change first!"

He arched a brow. "Change into what?" He looked like you had just insulted him in the face.

His pout was almost convincing, but you knew better. He was the same guy who’d whined dramatically when you wore a turtleneck last week, claiming it was "the worst betrayal known to mankind" because he "couldn’t even get a glimpse" the whole day.

A strong hand cupped your right breast over your top, a dimpled grin deepening on his cheek. “I'm reclaiming what’s mine."

“Huh, excuse you!” You swatted his hand away again playfully and he lost it. 

Jeongin let out a frustrated groan, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he was physically restraining himself from grabbing you again. His jaw clenched, and that all-too-familiar spark of mischief flickered in his dark eyes.

"Come on, baby," he whined, begging you, dragging his hands down his face. "I've been deprived. Starved. Look at me."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest just to taunt him. "Oh, please. You're acting like you haven't had your hands on me all week."

Jeongin tilted his head back, literally one second away from throwing a tantrum. "Yeah, but that was all in moderation. I need full access, no limitations."

You narrowed your eyes at him and he whined again shamelessly. “Please pleaseeee baby,” he cupped your breast again and you didn’t swat him away this time. “I need it…please...” 

Dear god how can you say no to that voice and those eyes? Big, pleading, glimmering with just enough desperation to make your stomach twist in the most delicious way. That whine in his voice, the way he squeezed your breast in his palm like he’d die without it, had you sighing in mock defeat.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but your fingers threaded into his hair, nails grazing his scalp.

Jeongin grinned, a triumphant smug, before his lips brushed your jawline, pressing slow, teasing kisses down your neck. His hand flexed over your breast, massaging, thumb flicking lazily over the clothed peak.

Then he was suddenly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, walking into your shared bedroom and tossed you onto the mattress. A surprised squeal left your lips as you landed, but he was already hovering over you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head.

“Mmm, I missed these,” he murmured, nosing along your collarbone before nipping at your skin. “Missed you.”

Your breath hitched, heat curling low in your stomach. “Jeongin—”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, voice dripping with that lazy sympathy as he sucked a mark right where your shoulder met your neck. His free hand slid down, touching the hem of your top and pushed it up, before you knew he had removed it and your pink bra had found a new home on the floor. 

His brain short circuited when his eyes landed on your pretty tits, his huge hands, long fingers closed over the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking over the now hard, sensitive peaks, before the tip of his tongue painted ghost circles over your areola making your thighs clench instinctively.

His lips brushed over the swell of your breast, latching his mouth onto your exposed skin, leaving another mark on you. His tongue flicked, teeth grazing your nipple and took it in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make your back arch into him.

Your fingers tugged at his hair, making him groan against you. His hands roamed, gripping, squeezing, like he had to feel every inch of you at once.

You gasped as he continued sucking greedily with just enough pressure to have your stomach flipping. Jeongin hummed, laving his tongue over the sensitive bud, before moving to the other one, giving it just as much attention.

He couldn't get enough. If he could have his mouth where it "deserved" to belong, he'd stay where he is right now forever. His breathing was erratic but he didn’t care. His slurps and wet groans rumbled through his chest, sending pleasuring shockwaves through you. 

"You're so soft," he murmured, voice husky, lips pressing teasing kisses over the marks he’d already left, his hands kneading, squeezing and playing with your tits. 

Sure, his slender hands, warm mouth gave you ounces of pleasure but touching and tasting you just gets him off and so down bad.

His lips were swollen from the continuous sucking and your nipples were slick with his saliva and still he dragged his mouth across your chest, leaving behind a wet trail of warm, open mouthed kisses.

“Innie,” you gasped when he rolled and lightly pinched the bud. 

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin, a smirk evident in his tone. “I’m listening, baby.”

He wasn’t. Not really. He was too caught up in you, too obsessed with the way your body reacted under his touch. His long fingers slid down the valley of your stomach before it slipped in your skirt, tracing his fingertips over your soaking panties. 

You couldn't make out words. A long moan slipped past you when he pushed the drenched fabric to the side and thrusted two of his digits inside your cunt while his mouth was reattached on your breast.

It felt like heaven. To you and him.

His fingers curled just right and his mouth worked just right that had you squirming beneath him, your hands tangling the strands of his hair. 

“More…Innie,” your voice was breathless, pleading, and it sent a rush of satisfaction through him.

Jeongin’s smirk deepened at the way you gasped his name, his hands never stopping their slow, torturous exploration. 

His thumb pressed on your clit right as he hit the sweet spot, your release gushed down your thighs and his fingers, the purring hum of him vibrating over your skin as he released your now swollen nub with a pop!

You looked up at Jeongin who's now half groggy gaze never left yours, lips glistening with a lazy smile tugging the corners.

He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean and rested his head back again on your chest, his other hand closing possessively over the flesh. 

“Mine.” He commanded, a feather light kiss brushing past your skin, his eyes closing as he laid his head on you, falling asleep under the sound of your heartbeat.

You had held him gently, threading your fingers through his hair, soothing him into his slumber as he slept on his favourite pillow but you couldn't help but wonder if what he meant was you or your boobs. 

But again, you couldn't have it any other way. 

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[paucubarsisimp]

hey could you write something about bf pedri panicking about your period being late but it finally starts during a family event and he is the sweetest bf ever to help you deal with the pain etc

late

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which you get your period is late, making your boyfriend panic

warnings: periods, blood

a/n: this was so fitting to write rn bc i got mine during a party the other day

you noticed it first when your period didn’t show up on monday.

then tuesday.

by friday, it was still a no-show, and you couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten a little. you were usually like clockwork—painfully reliable—and the delay was starting to mess with your head. but pedri? he was already on silent high alert.

he didn’t say anything outright at first. but you caught the little signs.

the way he paused, toothbrush still in his mouth, staring at the bathroom calendar. how he kept asking if you were “feeling okay” in this cautious, tip-toe kind of tone. then, the kicker: he asked if you wanted to stop by a pharmacy “just in case,” while pretending to look at snacks.

that night, you sat him down on the couch and looked him dead in the eyes.

“babe. i’m not pregnant.”

pedri’s cheeks went a bit pink. “i didn’t say you were…”

“but you’re spiraling.”

“i’m not spiraling.”

“you’ve been googling things like ‘can spicy food delay periods’ and ‘how accurate are home tests after 3 days.’”

he blinked. “wait. how’d you know i searched those—?”

you raised an eyebrow. “you forget you use my phone sometimes.”

he sighed, finally leaning into the back cushions like the tension in his shoulders had been holding him upright. “i’m sorry. i just— i know it’s not likely, but it’s been five days and you’re never late. and if something was happening, i’d want to be prepared.”

you reached over and took his hand, heart softening. “i get it. really. it’s just stress. or travel. my body’s allowed to be weird sometimes.”

he squeezed your hand. “okay. just… let me know if you start feeling off.”

you promised you would.

you and pedri had flown to his hometown for the weekend to visit his family and celebrate his cousin’s birthday. the atmosphere was warm and loud, full of laughter and the smell of grilled food. everyone was outside in the garden, music playing, kids running around, and you were doing your best to enjoy it—despite the nagging discomfort brewing in your lower stomach.

halfway through lunch, it hit like a freight train.

that unmistakable, hollow, aching pull in your belly. you froze mid-conversation, your fork halfway to your mouth.

pedri was seated next to you, instinctively alert. “you okay?” he leaned in, eyes searching your face.

you nodded quickly, lips tight. “just—need the bathroom.”

you slipped inside the house and headed straight for the guest bathroom. the moment you looked down—yep. there it was. bright red, no question about it. you let out a small breath, part relief, part frustration. thank god. but also… ow.

you were cramping fast and hard. and of course, you’d worn the lightest pair of shorts known to mankind.

you used what you could find—thankfully, pedri’s mum kept a little stash of essentials under the sink—and managed to clean yourself up. but the pain wasn’t letting up. in fact, it was only getting worse.

you took a few deep breaths and returned to the table, trying to play it cool. you didn’t even have to say anything. pedri took one look at you—your slightly hunched posture, the pale color to your lips—and stood up immediately.

“you alright?” he whispered.

“it started,” you murmured back, tugging gently at the hem of your shorts to show the hoodie you’d tied around your waist.

his expression flickered—relief, then concern. “cramps?”

“yeah. bad.”

he nodded, brushing his hand along your arm. “come on.”

you didn’t argue.

he led you upstairs to his old bedroom, closing the door softly behind you. the room still smelled like his shampoo, and a few barça jerseys were folded neatly on the shelves.

pedri helped you lie down on the bed, stacking two pillows under your knees to ease the pressure on your back.

“i’ll be right back,” he said, already slipping out.

when he returned five minutes later, he was armed with a glass of water, painkillers, a hoodie of his that was three sizes too big, and a heating pad he must have asked his mum for.

“you’re unreal,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as he eased the warm compress onto your lower stomach.

he climbed into bed beside you, pulling the hoodie gently over your arms and wrapping them around your middle. “anything else? want tea? chocolate? i may have robbed the dessert table.”

you cracked a smile. “you’re spoiling me.”

“no. i’m just… grateful.”

you blinked at him. “grateful?”

he shifted closer, resting a hand over your belly in a protective, feather-light way. “i know we weren’t in trouble. but still. i was scared. i thought… if something was happening, i wasn’t sure i’d be enough for you. or that you’d still want this with me.”

your chest tightened. you reached up and cupped his cheek. “pedri. there is nothing that could make me stop wanting this with you. okay? nothing.”

his eyes softened, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “good. because i really, really love you.”

you snuggled closer into his chest, his hand still soothing slow, absentminded circles over your stomach. the pain was still there—but somehow, it felt manageable with him holding you like that.

“i love you too,” you whispered.

outside the window, you could still hear his family laughing in the garden. but inside, it was just you, pedri, and the safest silence you’d ever known.

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[cheeseceli]

A Spell on Me

Pairing: Lee Heeseung × gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, drabble (<1k words)

Prompt: "Underneath the sheets, you enchanted me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. It was a night to remember"

Warnings: established relationship, physical touch, sleeping together, hee admiring reader (?)

A/n: this song is so cute actually | daily click

Waking up from a great dream was always the best part for him.

Because it meant that everything was real.

No matter what he dreamt about. It could be the sweetest experience known to mankind, something that really could only happen in his imagination. Whatever it was that took place in his mind during his slumber, the best thing in his life was waiting for him to just open his eyes in the morning.

You.

You, who was in his arms and under the sheets. You, who felt comfort in his warmth, always unconsciously coming closer to him. You, whose face was lit up by the gentle light peeking through the curtain. Simply you.

How could he ever want anything else?

"You're doing it again."

Your voice was a bit hoarse when you said it, and your eyes were closed, almost as if your body wasn't ready to wake up. Messy hair, puffy face and a lazy smile. You'd never believe him, but he truly thought this was you at your prettiest state.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied, the soft smile laced in his voice "you can't even see me."

"I can feel you staring at me."

Slowly, you opened your eyes. Just enough to see him and not be blinded by the morning light. It kind of looked like you were winking at him.

Oh God, he was down bad.

"Besides" you continued "you are starting to do this every other morning. It's becoming a habit."

Heeseung smiled at that. It's true he was starting to wake up earlier than you just so he could admire (unashamedly stare, according to you) your sleepy state before the two of you had to go out of bed and start the day.

He doesn't know why he does that. It wasn't even on purpose. One day he just happened to wake up before you and he couldn't help but notice how peaceful you looked. And with no effort, you simply pulled him in like it was magnetic. Then, the next day, his body decided to wake up even earlier again, as if it understood that losing a few minutes of sleep was worth it as long as he could start his day by seeing you.

It wasn't intentional. It's not like he had an inner alarm set to ring minutes before you opened your eyes. But he liked it.

He liked how he could feel you hugging him lazily. He liked the domesticity behind it all.

He mostly liked to think that there was a possibility of this scenario happening every morning for the rest of his life.

"Well, can you blame me?" he finally replied, bringing you impossibly closer "I think you might have enchanted me."

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[dragonracer]

You know, a thought just occurred to me. And it’s been recently reinforced by seeing a lot of lovely EmmRook screenshot posts and thinking back to cutscenes.

But one of the sweetest, most heart-melting things about the Emmrich romance is just how much he looks AT Rook.

Rook is smiling and looking around at all the magical green Fade magic during the Slow, Deep scene. Where’s Emmrich looking? At Rook, at Rook’s reaction.

During the Arrangements quest, again with Mr. Magic Man over here turning a flower into wispy butterfly type things to put on a show. Rook looks excitedly at The Shinies he made and Emmrich is… looking at Rook. At Rook’s reaction. With the most devoted, besotted expression known to mankind.

He is so ridiculously, hopelessly, deeply, has cast himself off the mountaintop in love with Rook that he can’t take his eyes off them, even when there’s other things in the immediate surroundings to look at. None of that holds his interest for even a second when he has his Rook with him.

That’s it. That’s the post. It’s giving The Flamingos vibes and I love it.

[riririnnnn]

More random things in Blue Lock I find endearing:

-> Appreciation

Yes! Tell 'em, Nagi! It feels more sweeter when you remember that this happened before they verbally resolved everything.

I mean, obviously, it's pretty stupid to fight with your own teammate for the ball in such an important match, but it's so heartfelt to see Nagi be like, "Reo did all that for us! Do not let Reo's efforts go in vain!"

Aww.

-> Green Flag + Green Flag = Greenest Flag

I admire Isagi's parents so much. I love them so much. I pray to God every night that after my reincarnation as Nagi's Choki, I'm reincarnated as their daughter because they are exactly the kind of parents every child deserves. God bless them.

-> Silent celebration

No matter what you say or feel about him, he will forever remain the OG Dad of Blue Lock.

I just know that he was so proud of his team. Yes, yes, he told Anri to stop crying because she was making it look like everything was a miracle, but it only means that he believed in the team!!! Given his personality, someone like him putting his trust on you is the best things that could ever happen.

And you guys remember that he was able to tell at once that Chigiri was unhappy being benched? I understand that he is a cunning man, but to see him call out to Chigiri to do some kind of indirect wellness check on him was his version of going the extra mile.

You getting me?

-> Moonmin

The sweetest boy in existence. Oh god! He is so precious.

I just know he gives the warmest hugs known to mankind. He is just too precious. The big boy everyone deserves <3

Blue Lock Fandom, please give him loads of love.

-> Gang Gang‼️

It's maybe the low quality, but they all look so goofy. Like, they all look so adorable.

I remember chuckling at these panel when I first saw them—it was a pretty crucial moment in the match and, then suddenly the focus pans on them which is so un-serious for no reason at all.

Lil guys.

-> Two idiots

You know, unlike what he tries to make himself look like, Barou is actually so effortlessly goofy. Like, he is so.. random??????

I mean, this dude just does and says literally anything—I can never take him seriously.

If I were a Blue Lock-er, I would've definitely befriended him just so that I could slap his ass and run. Like, he just seems like the perfect guy you can irritate without getting bored!

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There will be more posts like this because of the 10/10 image limit.

Here's part: 1, 3, 4.

[aurrsky]

30!Ford and 18!Stan living together. Stan can't stop thinking of that one time Ford said "Thank you, sweet boy." When Stan cooked Ford's favorites for dinner, it was the term of endearment that caught him completely off guard. Weeks later Stan still fingers himself silly whenever he thinks about it late at night. He wants Ford to call him more names, from the sweetest to the dirtiest because God, he's going to be the most sweetest and dirtiest little thing known to mankind if Ford wants him to, as long as Stan gets to have Ford inside of him. He's got a massive crush on his brother for years, hesitating to confess to him in fear of ruining everything. He doesn't know that Ford had been listening to Stan moaning his name every night.

[woncheolisms]

haikyuu boys as types of boyfriends.

sfw and nsfw headcanons

warnings: smut, explicit content

part 1

KOZUME KENMA - Gamer bf

This one is pretty obvious, I think.

Kenma stays awake most nights so he's super cranky in the early morning.

He's blunt and straightforward with his words. He doesn't like sugar coating anything. As your relationship progresses though, he does realize that sometimes a little white lie is probably the best option (he would rather shoot himself than ever again say that a dress makes you look fat)

When Kenma gets tired, he gets very candid.

I'm talking love declarations.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

He mumbles a whole lot of nonsense in between such sweet sentiments though.

He is a very attentive bf. He picks up on little details very easily. And as laid back as he is, he has a special soft spot just for you.

This particular quality makes him great in bed.

Because Kenma is so good at reading cues, he knows exactly what buttons to push to bring you to the edge. And he makes it look effortless.

One major kink he has is having you blow him during a stream.

You will settle down under his desk between his legs before he starts, and he will have you down there for hours, licking and sucking until you've gone drowsy.

And when stream is over, he will finally pull you off, watching you breath deep, covered in sweat and cheeks flushed, precum and saliva dripping off your chin and down your neck.

You're a mess, and he loves it.

Best believe your reward will be mind blowing afterwards.

SAWAMURA DAICHI - Sweet Daddy Bf

"How was your day sweetheart?"

He's very gentle with you.

Has a killer smile.

He cooks for you when he can. He stops what he's doing if you want to talk to him about something.

Just being a perfect gentleman.

He is great at pushing you and encouraging you. He always wants you to try new things and make new experiences. He always has your best interests at heart.

He's very protective. And he does have a jealous streak.

He can tell when a guy is talking to you what his intentions are, and he doesn't like it when the guy's stare lingers too long. He knows how desirable you are, and he wants to keep that to himself.

And when it comes to the bedroom, hoo boy.

Massive, massive control kink. He's extremely dominant. He wants you to submit and he sure as hell will get it.

He loves titles. Sir, Daddy, whatever. He loves pushing you to the limit, encouraging you the whole way there.

"You can do it baby girl, I know you can give me one more."

Manhandles you like crazy. Definitely wants to leave marks.

The morning after? He is the sweetest, most attentive and gentle boyfriend again, as if he didn't wreck your shit the night before.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - Tsundere bf

One thing we all know about Kiyoomi, he can get really mean.

And that doesn't exclude you.

As his gf though, you've gotten used to his jabs and know he doesn't really mean them. And if he does, he doesn't intend to hurt you with them.

And one thing is for certain, these little jabs are reserved for him only.

Because the second someone else teases you, he is not having it.

He knows he is intimidating, and he will use that to make anyone shut up.

He hates PDA. He doesn't want to do it and he doesn't like anyone else doing it.

Ask him to say 'I love you' and he will make the most constipated face known to mankind.

His love language is definitely acts of service. He will go above and beyond if it means it might make your day even slightly easier. Even if he will tell you how incompetent you are while he does it for you.

You think it's pretty cute actually.

In the bedroom though, all bets are off.

He loves degrading you, loves telling you how pathetic you look when you beg for his cock.

"You want it so bad, don't you? You little slut. You can't get enough."

He doesn't let up for one second. Sex with Sakusa is very intense.

The one time he doesn't hold back on the affection is during aftercare. He becomes gentle and giving, and will make sure that by the end you are so comfortable, that sleep comes natural.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI - Soft Dom bf

He's the perfect gentleman.

Always dressed immaculately, nicely done short fluffy hair, million dollar smile.

He plans great dates. He loves spoiling you every single time no matter how much you protest.

He loves music and making you cute playlists.

He gives great advice when you need it. He is more of a 'do it yourself' person, because he thinks it will help you grow. But he is there to encourage you every step of the way.

It's absolutely no surprise that he's a soft dom in bed.

He loves praising you. Loves telling you what a good job you're doing when you go down on him. Runs his hand through your hair and coos at you when you look up at him with teary eyes and his cock stuffed in your mouth.

He wants you to be good and listen to him, but secretly loves it when you're being a brat, because then he can put you in your place.

"Say please"

He's bigger on reward than the actual punishment, which includes so many orgasms and so much overstimulation that the reward starts to feel like the actual punishment.

(That's the whole point though, in his eyes)

SUNA RINTAROU - Skater Boy bf

I didn't know what else to name this lol

Very laid back. Looks like he doesn't give a shit.

He definitely gives a shit though.

He's very sarcastic and very witty. He will send you the most random, out of pocket text at 2 in the morning as if it's completely normal.

"Okay I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." Proceeds to send twenty Instagram reels bec he can't go to sleep without scrolling through his phone.

He def smokes weed.

He wants a lazy makeout session all the time. He loves making you sit on his lap, slowly going through every crevice of your mouth with his tongue while he gropes at your body.

Two things he loves in bed: eating you out and having you ride him.

He could stay between your legs for hours, just licking and sucking until your pussy is swollen and red, until you're shaking and crying and begging to cum.

This little shit loves edging. Loves to hear you begging. Loves it when you cry.

"Look at you. Big fat tears coming out your eyes. Oh you want this so bad, don't you?"

Loves the view when you ride him. Crosses his arms behind his head and watches with that steely narrow gaze as you unravel on top of him and use his dick to make yourself cum.

Let me know what you think!

[talesfromawannabewriter]

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written by @talesfromawannabejournalist, @things-arent-what-they-seem66

(this prologue is a wee bit long, please just bear with me also sorry it was posted later than scheduled things)

Back when the Earth was still young and new, in the garden called Eden the first of humanity was created, Adam and Lilith, the first alpha and omega. From the moment they opened their eyes, their fates were already sealed. Despite being the first of mankind and as made to be equals to the other as was ordained by the creator himself the elders proclaimed the alpha as the leader and the omega was made to serve him as the two would truly begin mankind. Adam did not like this at all, not only did not want to be superior he did not want to lay with Lilith, for his heart belonged to someone else. However, he did not wish to upset the angels so stuck to his role and tried to make it comfortable for his mate and provide for her.

Unfortunately, Lilith did not want to be comfortable she wanted to be free of this mundane life as the future mother of humanity and the alpha's omega, she wanted something bigger than Eden itself. Therefore, she took an angel into her arms and seduced him. She spun a tale of confinement and abuse, done by both the angels and Adam. Though it was only half true and the angel should have known better he fell for her story and took her far away from the garden. Not realizing the heartbreak, Lucifer the angel of light and music had caused to his friend that day.

When the elders found out what had happened to Adam when they heard his cries, they told him to wipe them away for an alpha should not waste any tears on a whore like Lilith. Even though his tears were not shed for her departure. With that being said the elders fashioned a new mate Adam, the second omega Eve. This time the elders told Adam specifically to keep close and make sure she did not stray from him. Adam did just that as he did his best to make sure Eve wouldn't leave and tried to make her happy.

While he did try his best to, and though it wasn't his fault, as Eve would remind him. She just could not feel happiness when she was under so much pressure from the elders to start conceiving and begin humanity. One day she went off on her own hoping for one minute to get away from the weight and burden of it all. She was approached by a snake and his wife. They explained to her that she could be free, truly free of them, all she had to do was eat the forbidden fruit.

Not fully knowing the meaning behind being free, she ate it. Then when she leaves to find Adam, she convinces him that if he were to eat it the two would be free from the expectations. With an offer he couldn't possibly refuse he partook in the forbidden fruit. However, what tasted like the sweetest honey in the smoothest of juices forever left an impact that remained forever bitter and rotten. When the elders and God descended from Heaven itself punishments were given to all four of them.

God had stripped Lucifer of his title as angel and Lilith of her fertility and cast them into a pit of fire and darkness that was created when sin entered the world. As for Adam and Eve, though they disobeyed his one rule in Eden he decided simply to banish them from Eden. Seeing as how they would already have it hard for the rest of their lives out in the unfinished dangerous world. When God left, however, the elders had decided that their Lord was being too merciful, especially on Eve. Therefore, they had placed a heavy curse that would not only on Eve but all omegas that would come from their bloodline.

An omega's heat would be a long, gruesome week where Eve would only desire her alpha. If she were to bear a child, then come time for the birth of it the pain would be the worst form of pain imaginable. If she did not conceive then she would bleed and though the pain would not be severe she would still feel great pangs. Though Adam's curse was not as painful it still was crushing. He was to make sure he provided for his family, as an alpha's job they said. He was to toil in fields and hunt in the dangerous wilds just to bring food for all the children Adam and Eve were expected to have, and they did have many, many, many mouths to feed.

By the time they had over a hundred children they had both had felt as if nothing more than breeding cows to start mankind. Especially when one or two of the elders would remind them of their roles and responsibilities. By the time Eve’s womb could no longer bear Adam’s they had more than enough with having given like to over nine hundred children. With that they had got to see their children mate with their own alpha/omegas created by the elders and help raise many, many, many, many grandchildren, great grandchildren, and even great-great grandchildren. After nine hundred and thirty years their time on Earth had come to a close.

They ascended to the Heavenly plane and were even welcomed by their creator himself into his loving arms. After spending their lives full of backbreaking labor, excruciating heats, and suffering they were finally at peace. They no longer had to bear the weight of responsibility and roles of alpha and omega. They could simply live the rest of eternity in bliss they didn’t even have to be married anymore! Seeing as how once you cross over any marriage/mating you had would be null and void, till death did they part.

They were so close to being truly free, until new souls kept arriving in Heaven and they were expected to now be the representatives of mankind always having to play the part as the first of omegas and alphas. Since they needed guidance and who better to help them adjust to their eternal life in Heaven than the mother and father of humanity themselves. Even though they decided to end their marriage, they were still expected by some to not stray far away from the other. Eve was still supposed to play the role of the omega, sweet and submissive. Adam was still supposed to play the role of the alpha, dominant and strong.

It all came to a head when Hell’s citizens attacked the pearly gates and Adam was tasked with vanquishing the evil. It didn’t stop after that though. Adam was then given the title of commander and was told that once a year to stop this incident from ever repeating itself. As well as to help lower the number of the population down there. So, without any complaint, just like everything else, Adam adorned a new mask, as a soldier.

For centuries this was his life, once a year every year his exorcists would round the sinners and cull them. For the rest of the year he trained his soldiers, help welcome his descendants into Heaven, make appearances, and basically be the poster child that Heaven expected him to be.

But how he wished he wasn’t, sometimes when he didn’t have to put up the act and he was around very few or even alone. He'd looked toward a winner family and couldn’t help but want that. What made it even more remarkable he couldn’t help but want to be the omega in those families. Yes, he knew life wasn’t fair to them, yes, he knew what they endured, but still, he couldn’t help but wish to be looked after and looked at with the same softness and compassion the alpha gave to their omega. That feeling of yearning that was buried all those years ago would come back tenfold.

Nevertheless, he still continued forward for he knew his role and his place in the grand scheme of things. He would make sure that everyone knew their place. including a troublesome princess who dared to challenge the rules. Her place was to guard over her citizens and make sure they didn't rise against Heaven. Not to try and restart what caused the exterminations in the whole place!

So, he decided to devise a plan with the exorcists, and his girls and would destroy the hotel, scare everyone but leave the princess and her residents alone. As it was the deal Heaven made with the king and queen to not harm any Hell-born. That ESPECIALLY included their precious, little baby. However, when they arrived, they were shocked at retaliation by turning their weapons against them and managing to kill over half of Adam's girls. His horror turned to pure rage as he fought the princess and squeezed hard on her neck wanting her to feel every bit of pain his girls had gone through. Including even some of the pain, he had been holding in for hundreds upon hundreds of years.

Despite gaining favor in battle, he was quickly overpowered by the king of Hell himself, Lucifer Morningstar. The former seraphim of Heaven and the former keeper of Adam's heart. It was probably the most humiliating experience of his entire life. Someone who he once thought the world of looked at him as if he was nothing more than some disgusting pest. One that he tried to exterminate personally.

However, it was not Lucifer who destroyed the supposed all-powerful commander. No, that "honor" was given to some lowly sinner. As Adam lay in the dirt his second in command, his best friend, Lute held him in her arms. He could barely hear what she was saying but unlike some people, she stayed with him till the end. She was a true friend and for that, he gave her a comforting smile as he began to drift off to sleep one last time.

As he lay there, he couldn't help but think of his family, his descendants, his children, not to mention poor Eve. Though they weren't together anymore and had been a bit at a distance for a while now. It didn't mean they stopped caring, that tends to happen when you've been with someone for so long. as well as having known them literally all your life. Still, he was sure that eventually, she'd be okay she was tougher than people gave her credit for.

She'll have to look after their sons and daughters now. he hoped she could do it, by herself. At least there was one good outcome that came from this. Adam would no longer be bound by Heaven's pressuring expectations and rules, yes finally, finally, at long last he free.

Adam thought as he closed his eyes one final time

Only for them to open again as he gasped up fully awake.

(hope you enjoyed the prologue @things-arent-what-they-seem66)

[firemenenthusiast]

kinda random what if reader was a domme and had not only Jann as a sub but FARLEIGH also and reader makes them get freaky deaky with each other while reader watches 🌚🌚🌚🌚

or Farleigh gets to fuck reader and lowkey cuck Jann watches and can’t touch them or even touch himself and has to clean up the juices afterwards.....OOOOOORRRRR vice versa, oh I just knowwwww Farleigh would be having a fit but high-key like it maybe RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO SPREAD MY POLY READER/JANN/FARLEIGH AGENDAAAAAA

hell, to spice it up even more throw Kai in there, he's the ultra king of freaky fucks out of all of archie's characters to me so I have a feeling the whole thing would have him in freak paradise me thinks 😼😼😼

im officially combusting juniperhasfallen i fear you are a freaking genius cuz all your ideas in my inbox are nothing short of absolute deliciousness WAAARRRBBRRHRHRH. oh how i love making all of them my sub cuz they be suubbbyyyy

warnings: 18+, porn w/o plot, no protection (which is very unethical in this situation), three foursome, p in v, sub!/dom! farleigh, sub!jann, sub!/dom! kai, blowjobs, cum eating, reverse cowgirl, m! masturbation, creampie, teabagging, men whimpering, whining, crying, edging, overstimulating, ruined orgasms, cuckolding, cumshots, cuffing

a/n: well isn’t this interesting

GET THIS. we all know how farleigh is willing to fuck basically anyone. and jann, is by default the sweetest sub known to mankind. but when you brought up the idea to farleigh he secretly got excited but pretended to hate it cuz he thinks jann’s a loser. also because he’s lowkey jealous with how sweet you are with jann. farleigh ofcourse had to get his turn first with you, making jann sit in the cuck sofa in the corner, forcing jann to watch you play with his cock at the edge of the bed, his arms propped against the mattress with his thighs spread far apart. farleigh wants to be all whimpery and whining while you tease the sensitive tip of his cock but when he remembers that jann’s watching, he contains his moans cuz it would be embarrassing. while jann sits pretty in the chair naked with his hard cock out, tip red and leaking with the vein on the side bulging prominently, farleigh makes sure that he watches with his hands obediently on the armrests, no touching allowed. eventho farleigh’s literally getting fucked over by you, his cock twitching and precum trickling down his length into your hands, he still manages to be an asshole towards jann who’s watching, saying things like “dont you dare look away racer boy, keep your fucking hands to yourself” farleigh’s just spewing mean orders to jann, who suprisingly, obeys whatever farleigh says.

jann aches to fist his length with his hands at the view of you bouncing on another huge cock but he has to behave, because you’re praising them both while farleigh is in you, telling jann how good of a boy he’s being just sitting there obediently, and how pretty he looks, and reminding him how good boys get rewarded. jann refuses to jeopardise his chance at an orgasm even though he’s close to cumming undone from cucking you and farleigh. he doesn’t want to end up being overstimulated like him, being edged over and over again by you, being stripped off from his orgasm repeatedly that his balls are starting to turn purple. farleigh’s whining, begging you to let him cum, his hips desperately bucking but still, he’s running his mouth at jann. “fuck—, you okay over there, mngh ? you’re so hard man, it’s pathetic” which gets him another ruined orgasm from you, for being mean to jann. guess he just couldn’t help it. jann is quiet, maybe too fucked with how hard he’s bucking his hips into thin air, desperate for some sort of relieve for his rock hard cock, bending towards his navel. every time farleigh would humiliate him with his words, jann would whine, tears threatening to spill from his pretty eyes. his balls are tight, full of cum, rubbing against the fabric of the sofa. “please—oh, please farleigh let me have her” being one of jann’s pleads amongst others that came out incoherent, sounding more like blabbers from how lightheaded he is, only for farleigh to respond with “shut your mouth”. at times farleigh would receive a slap across his face, as you put him back in his place. you would think that’ll shut him up but no, he’d let out a loud moan, enjoying being slapped that you can feel his cock twitch. jann almost cums when you’re cumming for the second time on farleigh’s cock, all while ruining his orgasm for the ninth time.

farleigh’s now crying from blue balls, his tip leaking so much precum, his hand desperately grabbing at your waist to aid the intense aching on his crotch, another hand over his quivering lips, his eyes red with droplets of tear clinging onto his long lashes. eventho he’s in that state, his mouth is still spewing humiliation towards jann, only to whimper again from you overstimulating him. “stop, stop- stop, stop please” farleigh would beg, shutting his eyes as you edge him over another waves of pleasure, only to rip it away again. you’d kiss down his body from his jaws, making sure to spend extra time licking at his nipple, feeling yet another orgasm coming from farleigh from his twitching cock. you bite at his nipple slightly harder before quickly getting up from his cock for it to instantly slap against his lower belly before ropes of cum squirts out of his raging red tip, so much of it landing all over his body, some even getting on his lips. he’s crying, hips bucking from the overstimulation, as you hear jann mutters a low “fuck—“. catching your breath, you smile at farleigh in his fucked up state, he’s too hazy to say anything to jann now, only being able to blabber strings of thankyou’s to you for letting him cum this time. while you watch him come down from his cries, your fingers trace small hearts with his cum on his chest, giggling at his limp twitching cock in front of your pussy. when you turn your head over to jann, he looks like a madman, having just watched his girlfriend fucking another huge cock that’s not his, all while he’s forced to keep his hands to himself by a brat he doesn’t even know why he’s obeying.

when you get up from farleigh to walk over and kneel before jann, your fingers carefully grazing over the length, an immediate spurt of cum shooting onto your face. you look up to jann who’s breathing hard, he just can’t keep it anymore, cumming with just a slight touch from your hand. you help him ride out his orgasm, though not as satisfying as he would hope for, atleast he finally gets to be touched by you. you continue to milk his cock, popping his balls into your mouth before sucking on them, slobbering saliva all over the skin. now that he’s allowed to touch himself, he’s tugging on his shaft while you suck on his balls, swirling your tongue over the soft mounds. he’s occasionally bumping his knuckles over your forehead from how hard he’s jerking his cock off. flattening your tongue over his balls, you grab his hand away before dragging your tongue from the underside of his balls to the head of his cock, finishing off with a suckle on his tip, swallowing the drops of cum decorating his cock, before pushing your head down to throat his length. the way you reward him is the exact reason he’ll always behave, because good boys get rewarded. and jann loves delayed gratification. “having fun, racer boy ?” you hear farleigh chirp from his place, sprawled out on the mattress, too fucked out from his turn before. “come here farleigh” you order, earning an eyeroll from him. “i said— come here”. you get up to meet farleigh halfway at the edge of the bed, climbing over him before grabbing his jaw to kiss him, giving him a taste of jann’s cum. he’s moaning at the taste, fingers kneading at the soft flesh of your waist. jann is breathing hard, his chest heaving covered in sweat.

how would i add kai in this mix you may ask ? while you’re fucking yourself on jann’s cock, farleigh submits to kai who’s also been watching the whole time, except he’s fully clothed in that navy blue shirt with his hands cuffed to the railing in the wardrobe. farleigh’s sucking him off, kneeling over him having to take it all with his hands over his head, depraved from the satisfaction of pulling at farleigh’s tight curls. wet sounds bouncing off the walls of the room pornographically, the four of you moaning against each other’s touch. jann is fucking into you reverse cowgirl, so you’d be able to watch kai getting a blowjob from farleigh, who looks like he’s having the time of his life. just as you can tell that kai is close, you tell farleigh to swallow most of it, keeping some on his tongue to bring it over to you, before spitting it into your mouth. he’s hard again, so you let him stand beside the chair and fuck your mouth while jann’s chases his orgasm, rapidly thrusting into your cunt. as you’re taking both farleigh and jann’s cock, kai is left still hanging on the railing, his cock limp with stickiness dripping from the tip onto the floor. he’s groaning, his knees threatening to give up yet his eyes couldn’t get off the view of you getting fucked by two cocks at once. “kai, baby- you wanna join ?” you deliriously ask with half lidded eyes, not even knowing where to fit him in the position. maybe after jann finish fucking his load into you, you make him get up and uncuff kai, plopping him onto the bed to ride him into oblivion.

and when you decide you’re done with all of them, they’re all gonna have to lie on the bed, cuddling with each other <3 who knows ? maybe kofun or ivo can join next time

[toomanygoldfish]

You and Asahi had debated getting a dog for a long time. The two of you had finally decided to get one.

except at the last moment work pulled him away. But him being the sweet boyfriend he is, he insisted that you should still go.

The shelter was extremely daunting, but you had done it and picked out an older dog. She was the sweetest thing known to mankind.

She was a beagle with her muzzle graying. Her splotches of black were littered with silver testaments to her age. she limped a small bit when she walked, but was very happy to walk with you outside the shelter. You had sent pictures to Asahi throughout the whole process

he seemed just as smitten as you. Opening the car door, you barely even had to encourage her to get in the car.

shutting the door and getting in on the other side you find that she had rested her muzzle on the armrest her eyes staring at you. Patting her on the muzzle you drive back home. At some point she had curled up and started to sleep. when you came home you found Asahi waiting for you in front of your house. Once you had stopped the car, the dog perked up and started to wag her tail. Asahi and the dog were looking at each other with the biggest eyes, and you knew that this was going to work out.

[h1biscusgal]

🍉 JUICY WATERMELON 🤭🤭🤭

🍉 JUICY WATERMELON … what’s your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so

ARGHWWJ MAKIN ME BLUSH I SEE?

Hogwarts Golden Era:

as i said, i won't be having a written s/o, but honestly lately i've been thinking a lot about George Weasley...

god knows, he'd def is softer than your typical Fred, still his jokes will not fail to make me laugh honestly, i imagine him as a person who'd be quite romantic and soft hearted when in love, like...

bewitched flowers by the bouquet and sleeping on him next to the fire in the common room, actually having fun during our night going around the castle and maybe almost getting caught by the caretaker- idk y'all... he's soft, his voice will seriously make me melt if used gently, and do not, get me, started, on his hands...

Spiderverse:

Hobie's lack of judgement and his sense of understanding.

(and his hands- sorry i'm a sucker for hands if ya can't tell :D)

love the way he listens and the way he knows solutions, and gawd his piercings that sting the kisses against metal, what else? you cannot forget the fact we LITEREALLY would cross dimensions once a while just to see each other, that alone is enough.

if he plays something for me with his guitar? and shows off? +bonus i'd die happily :)))))))

god i'm bad at writing fluff.... so sorry...

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuji.

do i even have to- okay i will, HE'S THE FUCKING SWEETEST, NO PUH-LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE.

his clueless face, his constant need to latch on wherever i go, treating me like he had just been nominated by god himself to have me by his side, a constant happy golden retriever. i would love the way he would not mind eating at all, and one other thing? he's blunt and honest as fuck in the most innocent way possible known to mankind. "think blue would be better as a dress or the red one?" "oh? yeah blue is better! red will look like a lobster on you." "...."

and his warm hugs, that's what i love...

[maraschinodreamo]

He has the sweetest, cutest face I have ever seen. He is so precious and kind with a gentle soul .......and I want to do unspeakable things with him including every conceivable sex act known to mankind.

[moon-lv3r]

heaven sent ~

🦋 category: fluff, one-shot

🦋 characters: jonathan, erina, dio (small appearance)

🦋 summary: in which jonathan was so head over heels for erina that he would do anything to see her smile. one day, the two of them were out and they just could not hide it, which led to a confession under the rain

🦋 warnings: nil, unless you’re allergic to love and happy people

🦋 notes: just something i’ve been writing since april of 2023 and forgot what i wanted the plot to be… so why not just extreme fluff and love that is filling up every corner to the point where it overflows?

at some point i wanted dio to start some drama but i couldn’t think of anything, that’s why dio has a very small and useless cameo but its ok its dio. he’s extra and needs to be included in everything like the bitch he is

Love often grows as one goes. Never in ways people predict. Often in people one never expected to lay eyes on. That was what happened with Jonathan of the Joestar family.

How could he fall for Erica Pendleton? The prettiest, kindest, sweetest girl to have ever blessed his eyes? What had he done to deserve such an enthralling lady?

Exquisite as she was, as gentleman as he was. Never had their paths ever crossed. His eyes admiring her smiles from afar, never had he once built up the courage a man should have to pursue the one they ever so desired. The sight of her has him turning into a silly, shy teenage boy.

Once Jonathan laid eyes on the fine maiden, she started to appear at every corner. He could never escape her. How was she appearing everywhere? Once he noticed her, it was like he could always see her, everywhere. The way her long blonde hair glistened under the rays of the sun. Her soft skin always looks so delicate. Her face always looks so graceful. The woman that she was, Erina Pendleton. Would she even feel the same for him? When he had that step-brother around?

A thief around, who always stole the sole good things Jonathan cared and valued. If he ever found out about his feelings for Erina, he would definitely do everything and anything to drive the only good thing away from Jonathan. It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t have Dio ruining another thing for him. He can’t. Jonathan would never allow it.

As each day passed by, his feelings for the blonde girl grew like it was a plant being watered everyday. At every chance he got, he walked up to her and began a short, but sweet conversation. The more he found out about her, the deeper in love he became. It was a never ending cycle. What had Erina done to him? He wasn’t normally like this, yet here he was, letting a girl take over his mind and being silly over the mere thought of her. Was this the way he should be acting?

He had no idea what to do about the way he was feeling. There was absolutely no way for his feelings to fade away naturally. His feelings grew deeper and deeper as the seconds ticked by, and there was nothing he could do about it. It didn’t help that they were in the same class, he sat right behind her. The way the sunlight spilled into the class and highlighting her blonde hair, a sight that never failed to amaze him despite witnessing it almost everyday of his life. Something so mundane had turned into something he was excited over.

She lived inside of his mind. Each and every waking thought was all about her. Even if it wasn’t, Jonathan would find a way to make it about her. He would smile the biggest smile ever known to mankind whenever she was on his mind.

Imagine the joy that filled his body when he was presented with the opportunity to talk to the lady of his dreams.

It was during one of their lessons in school, their teacher had paired them up. Jonathan couldn’t be happier, though he had to act normal about it. He didn’t want to scare the sweet Erina away. Her gentle voice had Jonathan thinking that he was up in heaven, listening to the voices of angels. Her sweet smile… Jonathan began to question just how much he deserved to view it all.

“Jonathan,” Erina began. “I think we should maybe start with this.” She pointed at one of the instructions they had received for their newest project. Erina was eager to begin and Jonathan could not be anymore delighted at how smoothly things seemed to be flowing naturally.

“Yes… How do you propose to do it?” Jonathan asked, trying to sound as gentle and as normal as a man should sound.

“Hmm,” Erina pondered, her mind searching for answers. Her face seemed so focused that Jonathan could not get distracted from looking at her. His mind was not focusing on the very matter they should have been paying attention to.

“Joestar? Jonathan Joestar?” Erina whispered, “Do you have any ideas how we could start?” She asked sweetly.

Jonathan had not expected Erina to call him by his full name, though it was not something he would complain about. “Unfortunately… no,” Jonathan replied. It seemed as though they were stuck.

Time slipped by them as they worked on their project together. Jonathan could not be more grateful for the time gifted to him that he could have spent on knowing Erina more. Every part of her personality made Jonathan sink down the hole of affection more than he should have. How could a person be this… exquisite?

Jonathan was blessed to be under the same sky as Erina, to be viewing the same sunrise and sunset everyday. He longed to know her view on the beauty of the scenery they had the honour of seeing, just not together. How lucky he was… to exist at the same time as she did. He was truly the luckiest man to have ever existed. Jonathan Joestar, the gentleman, falling for a delicate gem that was Erina Pendleton.

“Jonathan?” The door to Jonathan’s room suddenly opened, to reveal the one stain in his ever so pure life.

Dio Brando.

He had a smirk on his face that Jonathan knew could only bore malicious intentions. He had seen it several times throughout the years where they had to tolerate each other for the sake of their lives. Jonathan did not want to know what his step brother had planned for him this time, he wished to keep his peace.

“I have a letter,” Dio began. “From one Erina Pendleton.” His tone shifted at the mention of the young maiden’s name, one where Jonathan realised to be a small hint of malice.

Jonathan was confused as Dio handed the letter over. What was going on? Jonathan knew he had to thread carefully, Dio was not one to trust. He had to have seen how Jonathan seemed to light up whenever Erina was around. Dio must be plotting a sabotage. What better way to ruin something other than using your own hands?

That must be what Dio was planning! Jonathan wasn’t going to allow for himself to be used like this. But Jonathan could not show Dio that he knew of his plans, or rather, a gist of it. Jonathan knew he had to be careful. Perhaps he should even let Erina know?

Jonathan took the letter from Dio and thanked him. Dio left shortly after, though the unsettling feeling he brought in had stayed. Jonathan simply could not allow Dio to foil the best thing he has right now. Dio had done enough damage. He was not going to allow Dio to destroy one of the finest things life had to offer to Jonathan.

Jonathan just had to figure out the best way to go about it. He needed to know just what Dio had planned too, so that he would not end up feeding into Dio’s plans. All Jonathan had to do was just to be careful and delicate, so that Dio would not suspect that he was up to something as well. He wondered if he should allow Erina to know about the devil that was Dio… He wanted her to at least know what kind of person Dio was so that she would be able to defend herself if she had to. Seeing or risking Erina in harm’s way was not one of the things Jonathan wanted to see in his lifetime.

“Pendleton?” Jonathan began as he reached the riverside, where he had agreed to meet Erina. He was not sure if she was alright with him calling her by her first name so he had decided to call her by her last name until she told him otherwise.

“Hi,” Erina greeted with the warmest smile that has ever graced humanity. “You’re here!”

It seemed to be a smile that Jonathan could get drunk on.

Perhaps it was the nervousness getting to them, but neither seemed to be bothered by the droplets slowly landing around them.

“Why did you ask me to come here?” Jonathan asked, trying to sound as normal as a gentleman could ever be.

“Well,” she began. Erina broke off the eye contact with Jonathan as her eyes drifted to view the scenery that was bestowed onto the land. “I have something to say.”

Jonathan felt as though heavens were welcomed to him. The hopeful grin that had surfaced on the most amazing face he had ever seen. Suddenly all hope had surfaced and lived inside of his mind. Before the news even left the angel that was Erina, Jonathan already felt as though he was the luckiest man to have ever graced the earth.

The rain continued to land as the two maintained their eye contact. Each anticipating the words that each other would spill. Droplets landing on their faces as the tension grew… their environment growing more moisturised as the silence continued…

“What… is it?” Jonathan asked, masking all of that anticipation that was boiling within him. It was taking all that he had to not break into a smile. “Would you like to head somewhere without rain?” Jonathan continued asking, taking off his overcoat and handing it over to the blonde lady standing before him, shielding her from the rain.

Erina flashed the shyest smile the earth had ever been graced with. Jonathan could not believe his eyes at such a breathtaking sight, he almost felt undeserving of the scene unfolding before him. What had he done to deserve such gold? She accepted the offer with a shy smile, but not before she said what she came to say.

“I think…” Erina began, unable to maintain the eye contact she had built with the boy standing before her. “I think I might… have some feelings… for you.”

Jonathan could not believe the way his ears had just been blessed. There was just no way this was true. There was no way he had just heard all of that. Did he deserve it? He wondered…

He must be looking like an idiot, grinning to himself before the girl he liked for so long. There was no way he was this lucky… right? He had to be dreaming, there was no way he would be this lucky.

‘I… uh… well…” Jonathan stammered. Poor boy, he was at such a loss for words. One can never be prepared enough for this situation. What was a boy to do in such a thing?

“I like you too,” Jonathan responded, breaking eye contact before sneaking a glance at Erina once again.

He could’ve sworn that he started melting as his eyes took in the sight of Erina’s smile. How was he this lucky? It felt as though he was already in heaven, without ever being there.

Suddenly all worries were washed from his mind, he had forgotten about all the warnings about Dio. All that was on his mind was the lady before him, the one who blessed his sight.

He could not fight the urge anymore, looking deep into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen… The urge to close in and remove the undesirable gap between their lips… Jonathan’s eyes glanced over at Erina’s lips, before going back up to her eyes…

“Do I have the honour?” He asked

He watched as Erina’s cheeks suddenly flushed a bright pink, her eyes tearing away from his. “Yes… please,” she answered, her voice barely a whisper.

Jonathan could never forget how electrifying the kiss was. Underneath the rain, with the most beautiful piece of art he had ever been blessed to see. The most exquisite girl he ever saw. The sweetest, kindest girl to have ever walked the same path as he did. To feel her soft lips against his was a dream he never knew would happen. To experience heaven while never actually having to be there was not an experience he thought he’d ever have.

He hoped that in every other life he was in, Erina would always be by his side. He’d remind her of how lucky he was to be by her side. How beautiful she was. How he’d never get tired of looking at her. How he’d always want her and only her. How he’d love to wake up to her face every single day of his life. How his day would be incomplete without her. How the word love does not even come close to how he felt about her. How his love could only grow like a plant being offered water. How he’d be lost if she was gone…

That was how the most beautiful day in Jonathan’s life went, with the most breathtaking scenery standing right before him. It was indeed, heaven sent.

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Vannak dolgok, amik valtozatlanok. 🤪 Justus Lipsius (Monita et exempla politica) a mohamedanokrol (a haja is milyen volt!):

But let us move on to those examples which should make us laugh rather than cry and let us accuse stupidity rather than savagery. The famous Muhammad, all too well- known because of our defeats, driven by the desire for new riches and for power, made up a new religion, that is to say, superstition. My God, it was disgraceful, worthless, and without a single trace of truth, although he produced it by mixing Jewish and Christian Scriptures like a hotchpotch. What nonsense, what madness! I would like to recount a few examples. The first one is that God is one and a solid substance (“with undivided ankles”, the Greeks say) and at the same time incorporeal. Christ is not God, but an important soothsayer and prophet. Nevertheless, Muhammad himself is the more important prophet, and the last one to have been sent by God. The reward for those who will listen to him is Paradise, which will be opened after several thousand years. In that Paradise four streams will flow, of milk, wine, honey, and water; there will be palaces and buildings covered with jewels and gold. There will be meat of the sweetest birds and all sorts of fruit, which they will eat whilst lying spread out in the shade of trees. But as the height of bliss, these will be men and women who will be larger than usual, with large genitals for constant sexual desire and intercourse without boredom or tiredness. Will anyone believe that this has been said and accepted? And there is more: he has filled his whole law with this type of enticements from Venus and he allows a man to have four legitimate wives and as many concubines as he likes. Moreover, he writes in these exact words that women are a dwelling-place for men, therefore men have to honour women constantly, but also enter them whichever way they want. What a disgrace! He does not only stimulate frequent but also promiscuous lust and equals above and below, front and back. And he himself even boasts nicely and exemplarily to have had eleven women in his company and to have in one hour penetrated them one by one and concluded each act. These and other things are written in his Koran, but also his physics are astonishing.  [...] What shall I add? One feels shame, disgust, and pity for mankind, of which a large or the largest part is oppressed by this kind of vanity, or rather stupidity. For nearly the whole of Asia, most of Africa, and much of Europe have accepted the civil and sacred laws of the Turks. Moreover, also many who do not fall under the Turkish law, such as the great Khan of the Tatars, such as the Persians and others in India and the Far East, are raving along with these ravings.

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Hi can I get a demon slayer, jjk, and hazbin hotel matchup? Ty

Im a blend of sweetness and spontaneity, with a dash of wildness with a large side of indecisivenes. Nerdy to the core, I find solace in the company of my beloved fur babies while immersing myself in the depths of historical fiction or getting lost in whimsical worlds of anime. My love for old movies and music transports me to eras gone by, where I indulge in the nostalgia of retro vibes.

My desire to please others often leads me to put their needs before my own, sometimes leaving me feeling a little overwhelmed and disorganized. Yet, amidst the chaos, I find solace in daydreams, and love of my family.

While I battle occasional bouts of depression and stress, my unwavering dedication to my family keeps me grounded. I channel my emotions into doing things I love, whether through cooking, trying new things or through exploring the complexities of human nature.

With infectious love for life, I try to embody the perfect balance of sweetness, fun, and a hint of mystery.

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! You didn't mention whether you wanted a male or female matchup so I gave you one of each. Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

You and Tanjiro are very much both people pleasers so you’d understand each other’s struggles well and be able to help the other relax when needed.

Tanjiro strikes me as someone who would love watching old movies and historical fiction so he’ll more than happily sit down and watch or read as many as you want.

He’s also a big fan of snuggling up under a blanket while you read or watch, some snacks within close reach. You may as well both be comfortable while you relax together.

You and Mitsuri are the sweetest couple known to mankind. You bring joy wherever you go and somehow balance well enough that people don’t get tired of what would otherwise be overbearing.

She loves daydreaming with you. Sometimes she’ll come out of her revere and wonder what you’re thinking about. And then slip back into daydreams of your daydreams. It’s a never ending cycle.

Please play lots of music when you’re around Mitsuri. She likes having music playing in the background and definitely strikes me as someone who would enjoy retro music.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

Yuri loves how spontaneous you are. He’s quite a “make decisions on the spur of the moment” person as well so you get along well.

He’s also really glad you like trying new things since that’s a big part of his life. Dates where you try different things together are quite common.

At the same time, it’s also nice having regular things to fall back on. And watching anime is definitely one of those things. Yuji has a fondness for shows with lots of action and romance but he’ll watch pretty much anything if you like it.

You and Nobara would get along so well! You’re both really wild people and as a result, you understand each other in a way others don’t. Having said that, you’re also a very interesting couple to be around.

You can both be a bit indecisive at times though which can sometimes lead to stagnation in your relationship. But it quickly balances out when one of you ends up making a snap decision.

Much like Yuji, Nobara really likes that you enjoy trying new things. She enjoys that sort of thing as well so exploration dates are quite common.

In Hazbin Hotel, I match you with...

Lucifer’s nothing if not a people pleaser at his core so he certainly understands where you’re coming from with that. He’ll make sure you don’t overexert yourself though.

Being family oriented is a hugely important thing to him and is a big part of why he was drawn to you in the first place. He loves that you love family as much as he does.

Oh, Lucifer would love watching old movies with you! They’re a favourite of his and he enjoys being able to share that with you, especially when it’s also a passion of yours.

It doesn’t matter how disorganised you are, Vaggie’s there to lend a hand. She’s a very organised person so it balances out well.

Much like Lucifer, Vaggie cares a lot about family and those she deems to be part of her circle. And you definitely fall into that category. She’s honoured that you feel the same way about her.

She loves your cooking so much! It doesn’t matter what you make, it’s the thought that you made it for her that sets a warm, fuzzy feeling simmering in her chest.