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thatgirl4815 · 9 months

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Only Friends Predictions

Purely for my own entertainment, I want to make Only Friends predictions now so that I can refer to them later and see how accurate they turn out to be (which I don’t have too high of hopes for, but I’m gonna go for it anyway). I’m gonna make these attempts based on what we know so far/what some members of the cast have said.

I would be really interested though to see other predictions? Who do you think will end up together? Speculating is the only way I know to pass the time before it airs, lol.

In short:

- Ray and Sand will end up together.

- Boston and Nick will be split. Boston will still be alone, but Nick will have moved on to someone new.

- Top will have cut ties with the group after Boston ruins his relationship with Mew. Mew and Ray will continue to be friends, but Mew will remain alone (but content).

Of course, this could be totally off, but I’m going with it now based purely on ✨vibes✨

Getting into the details...

SandRay

First and Khaotung said that their storyline is emotional compared to the hotness of the other couples’ storylines. I also know that Jojo has a thing for mixing up established pairings. As we’ve seen, the messiness of SandRay’s relationship really revolves around Ray’s feelings for Mew. But if they keep Sand’s characterization from the trailer, he won’t stand for any of Ray’s crap (“I won’t be in anyone’s choices.”). Does this mean Sand will end things and leave Ray to grovel for his affections again? Will Ray confess to Mew, and come crawling back to Sand after being rejected? Will Sand keep standing up for himself, or will Ray make some grand gesture to win him back? Can he be won back?

Even though this series is being marketed as messy, toxic, and chaotic, I’m certain there will be some core thematic aspects at play in each characters’ relationships. For SandRay (and BostonNick, I’d argue), self-worth could be a fundamental aspect. How much do you value the relationship, versus how much do you value yourself? I also wonder to what extent there could be a privilege check for Ray’s character. We know he’s wealthy and a playboy, but will his wealth create a division between him and Sand? Will Ray change himself? Obviously I’m posing a lot of questions, but until we get more info, I’m going to predict that Ray and Sand will end up together in the end, mostly because I think Ray navigating his feelings for both Sand and Mew--and coming to terms with what these feelings say about himself--would find its natural conclusion in Sand. Given what FirstKhao have said about how emotional their storyline is, I think it’s clear the feelings run deep for both of them. Also, I’m getting the sense from the trailer that Ray’s crush on Mew is unrequited.

Finally, FirstKhao have made a comment about their characters ending up together. They did say this before filming I believe, so might take it with a grain of salt.

BostonNick

My biggest dilemma at this point is figuring out how the SandRay plot will differ from the BostonNick one, because both Nick and Sand and Boston and Ray are in a similar position. Nick, to me, seems more likely to beg for Boston’s affection while Sand seems more ready to let all hell break loose and cut ties. In other words, Sand’s reaction in the trailer might indicate that he values himself too much to stand for Ray’s indecision from the get go. For Nick, this could be more of a slow-building awareness. By that I mean, I could see Nick coming to understand that Boston doesn’t deserve his affection if he’s going to disregard his feelings and treat him as a fwb when Nick keeps pushing for something more. I could see Nick making a stand, essentially telling Boston “him or me?” and Boston choosing Top...only for Top to cut ties with Boston after messing up his relationship with Mew. In short, I foresee Boston getting the worst outcome of everyone. But maybe this is just because he seems to be responsible for most of the chaos in the trailer.

TopMew

Top and Mew as an established couple in the trailer seems like the most likely endgame--and that’s exactly why I think they won’t end up together. I have a hard time believing Mew will just let Top off once he knows about his relationship with Boston. (I’m operating under the assumption here that Boston and Top resume their affair while Top and Mew are together...at least for a little while.) I could see Top keeping up his fwb relationship with Boston for a short time into his relationship with Mew, but as he gets more serious about Mew, he tries to cut things off with Boston. And that’s when the whole situation gets out of hand and Boston essentially confesses to Mew about their secret relationship.

Mew is also presented as content with his solitude; he only pursues a relationship with Top when Boston pairs them up. If anything, this entire situation could serve as a lesson for him. And if I’m right in predicting (hoping) that Ray will undergo a big moral shift from beginning to end, then I could see their friendship being a core part of the series. (I think it would also be good representation to keep them together as healthy friends despite Ray’s previous crush.)

...As for how Sea could factor into any of this (if he really is going to play some part in the series), I’ve seen speculation that he could be a possible love interest for Sand. I think it would depend on how big of a role he’s given. I’m sure it’ll be a cameo either way, but how much of one is questionable. He could be involved in an episode or two to stir up some drama and equal things out between Sand and Ray; I think that’s a strong possibility (and the drama would be oh so juicy). Or maybe he ends up with Nick, if Nick moves on from Boston? So many possibilities.

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OK, so that’s my thought process at this current moment, but tomorrow I could have a wildly different one. If anyone is thinking completely differently, I’d be curious to hear your thoughts. In the meantime, I’m gonna go stew over this some more until we finally get a trailer (Jojo, I’m begging).

#only friends #only friends the series #only friends predictions #only friends spec #firstkhaotung #firstkhao #neomark #forcebook #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #neo trai #mark pakin #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #gmmtv bl #thai bl #onlyfriendsseries #jojo tichakorn #gmmtv

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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year

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Oaoaao, hello, can I get a headcanon of sfw? Pillarmen/reader? I'm sorry I stretched it so far.

Imagine that the reader is Joseph's youngest adopted sibling and the sibling was adopted by Erina when JoJo was old enough. Maybe the reader is 10 years old? One thought is that if the reader in JoJo's opinion behaved badly or cried a lot over nonsense, he joked that he would give the child back. Joseph is a dumb jerk not realizing how much it scares the little kid who will probably get used to those words.

I don't know how to think this through well, but the reader goes with Joseph, Caesar, and Speedwagon to the catacombs where they encounter the pillarmen. The reader panics and soon cries, Joseph turns purely mechanically to say a certain stupid thing and the reader suddenly goes off to the pillarmen, patting Kars on the thigh and saying that he is now their new daddy and brother.

My main question, though, is whether the child will be made something of a hostage, while waiting for a ransom, and how the pillarmen would react to a curious child wanting to talk to them and explore their bodies and abilities

Hi! Let me just say this is so cute and a really great idea, I hope you enjoy! <3 Adding Santana to this because I can

Pillar Men with a child "hostage"

Kars

•Kars is bemused at this tiny human kid begging to be taken away, but subconsciously despises Joseph for bringing such a small child to such a dangerous location.

•He'd scoop you into his arms, whispering to you that yes, he'll be taking you in as his new student, but tells Joseph and Caesar that you're now his new hostage. The Pillar Men will be taking you as leverage over the hamon users, along with Wammu and Esidisi's wedding rings of death.

•Your curiosity with his inhuman features is secretly adorable to him, he'll let you explore his body freely, just warning you to be cautious with his sharp horns

•It takes a lot to upset Kars, he's raised two other children from his tribe of course. Rarely would you see him angry, he hides his emotions the best but involuntarily ends up falling in love with this cute human child. You've brought a new light to his men that he hasn't seen in years

•He might get a little possessive over you 👀 even after being defeated by Joseph it's hard for him to let you go, Kars can't admit it but he's grown attached. Maybe they can work something out

• #1 dad mug where?

Esidisi

•Genuinely enjoys having you around! He isn't afraid to let everyone know how much he cares for you <3, despite Kars' negative comments

•Treats you the best out of the four, never lets you down from his arms either.

•Esidisi doesn't see you as a hostage and more like a "permanent guest", he still goes along with Kars' charade though

•You might spend the most time with him, because he's the best with tiny children. He might get very attached too. You can probably use that to your advantage if you ever accidentally do something wrong

Wamuu

•Isn't impressed with you in the slightest at first, but doesn't hurt you once his master's tell him not to

•A bit awkward with you, but learns to get use to the tiny thing running around being chased by Esidisi and Santana

•Tries to train you in hand to hand combat, slightly disappointed when it doesn't work out

•Unlike the rest he's a little embarrassed with you messing around with his horn and doesn't like you touching it.

Santana

•I don't think Santana ever really falls for you the same way the other Pillar Men do, but treats with with respect

•Secretly jealous that you get treated so much better than he does

•He ends up calming down once you play with his hair/horns. It's therapeutic (for the both of you)

•Plays with you the most, but tends to rough house a little too hard. He's been scolded more than once by his masters

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #battle tendency #jjba x reader #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #jjba headcanons

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 8 months

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PROPAGANDA

HOLY KUJO (JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: STARDUST CRUSADERS)

1.) She's treated badly by both the creator, Araki, and her own kid and father. When people start getting Stands (powers) hers tries to kill her, which functions as an excuse to start the plot of this arc of Jojo. The explanation is that she's too weak and gentle to control a Stand of her own, even though we see Stand users who are children, babies and even literal animals. Yes, animals. Holy's son Jotaro calls her a bitch and disrespects her for no real reason aside from establishing him as a rebel/delinquent, and Holy's father Joseph hates that she married a Japanese man and follows Japanese customs (Araki thinks xenophobia/racism is okay from a heroic character, apparently). Holy's saved from her evil Stand, but it's never explained why she couldn't have developed it into something useful- guess she was too much of a weak lady to have cool powers 🙃🙃🙃

2.) In the story, stands are developed due to Dio, who is in possession of the body of an ancestor of the Joestar family, stabbing himself with an arrow and developing a stand. In response, everyone in the family line begins developing them. Stands are supposed to be a representation of someone's "fighting spirit", and typically the stronger your spirit the more powerful your stand. Josuke(the main character's mom) develops a stand early on around the same time he does, except in her case she is too "weak willed" to develop a stand properly so she's dying from it. Part of the plot is that they have to defeat Dio to stop her from developing a stand in time or she'll die, even though everyone in the family keeps their stand but her after they defeat Dio??? This compassionate, caring woman who's practically a single mother is dying of being "weak willed" just what the fuck. There is 0 reason for this and It then takes multiple seasons for one of the Jojo's to be a woman and it's just a mess.

Also apparently when people try to justify it they put it as it needs to be a "fighting" spirit in particular but do NOT tell me Holy wouldn't have travelled to Egypt to throw hands with Dio for her son just do not she cared wayyyyyyyy too much about him.

POPPY PIPOPAPO (KAMEN RIDER EX-AID) (CW Mind Control)

1.) Poppy is a fully qualified nurse who magical girl transforms into a cutesy idol girl! Haha - yea you're never gonna see her act as a nurse. She's just a nurse because that's a Woman's Job and gives a reason for her to be supporting our Male Doctors. She'll provide some bedside manner because that's what nurses (women) do and that's their whole role. But better than that, she can scream really high pitched and sing songs because she's an idol! The other characters find this annoying and all make their annoyance at her doing this clear! But secretly (and this is spoilers) she's the villain's dead mother who he turned into a cute idol girl so she wouldn't be truly dead. She doesn't remember that that well but now she has a maternal instinct towards him! And also he kinda considers himself her father so… thanks for that. Well, since she's his mother, she can be in charge of babysitting him when he's caught for his bioterrorism time. Oh, and she'll sacrifice herself for the good of the world in an emotional scene where the writer forgot he literally already said that she has a revive button they can just press any time because who cares. Anyway here's a contrived reason she gets revived at the end to have an emotional scene with the male protagonist. Oh, but don't worry, we let her wear a superhero suit like 3 times.

2.) Despite working in a hospital for about 6 years, Poppy apparently isn't a nurse. Every male character around her is either a doctor, doctor in training, former doctor; but no. Poppy - who has been working here for 6 years - can't be a nurse. After all, she's just a rhythm game character! Yes, our female character isn't human, she's just a cutesy little rhythm game character who loves to sing and dance! She's our little mascot girl to sell the character song CD! Isn't she cute? She does all those cutesy idol girl things so you'll fall in love with her. Of course, it's not misogyny for a female character to be cute and girly, but the fact that she can work here for 6 years and not be considered a legitimate professional because she's an female idol-themed video game character, kinda rubs the wrong way. Also that the only exception for a male character being a doctor is the CEO that she gets stuck babysitting because she's technically his mother that he killed and turned into a cutesy idol video game character. Now she gets to play mother! That's what it means to be a female character we guess. Then we have how everyone around her treats her or reacts to her. We have Kiriya physically flinching away and looked annoyed when she talks too high pitched. We have her being told off that her personality is too "stressful" for patients to put up with. We have her being slapped by our protagonists. We have her being brainwashed to join the villains, who strangle her. And then she gets to die for the man pain and be brought back immediately. Then we get into the sequel movies where we put a collar on her to condition her into behaving in a way her master deems appropriate. She gets turned into a dress-up doll for them to play with.

3.) I'm just posting an image and would like to highlight the collar she's wearing in it

#polls #round 1 #week 1 #cw mind control

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gundamcalibarney · 2 years

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@standswap-september

This isn’t really a Standswap without Stands isn’t it? A somewhat Part 3 (heh) from the prior ones that had the first 3 JoJos.

These won’t be biographical as the Stands-turned-Human ones since again the Stands are unfortunately an afterthought most of the time, so this means the design details and general stuff won’t be stuffed in the tags which is why this’ll be longer AND has a read more.

///🥀🌹🌟///

[ Ability Notes ] :

[ Yer Blues ] - Named after the song by the Beatles, this is usually a noncombat Stand but is capable of being used in combat situations. The Stand has the ability to amplify one’s emotions for sort of lock in on that specific emotion.

For example if Josiah were to be sad, [ Yer Blues ] will amplify that sadness into grief and make that the One singular thing he’ll feel for the duration of the situation as well as abilities based on that specific feeling.

This can be used against others however it can only affect a singular target.

The Stand takes the form of blue flowers (in the form of lavenders mostly) and tendrils that wrap around one of his ears.

[ Daytripper ] - Named after the song by the Beatles, like it’s predecessor it’s primarily not a combat Stand but can be used in combat orientated situations, it’s a subspace that can store anything regardless of size or height though that can however limit how much it can hold.

Because yes apparently hammer space has a limit! Which is why John tends to put in weapons, various useless knick knacks, and snacks in it.

Takes the form of a palm sized orb and that by itself can be used as a good weapon to aim at someone’s head and throw. Feels like oobleck when you put your hand through it.

[ Wayward Son ] - Partly named after the song by Kansas, is a combat based Stand with an A in most it’s Stats however this comes at the cost of it being fairly rebellious against it’s user. It can punch really hard and if Josei puts enough mental strength can create glass from sand, [ Wayward Son ]’s fists are able to break the toughest of materials with relative ease.

While under normal and every circumstance the Stand would be the absolute best however due to said rebelliousness it had been hard for Josei to properly control, add to that the fact that the Stand seems to be require more mental and physical strength to use to it’s full potential which causes immense strain on it’s user.

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[ Design Notes ] :

[ Yer Blues ] - I personally see Jonathan’s ‘signature colour’ as blue which is why it’s blue like his hair! This isn’t the first time i used Yer Blues as a name for the Stand version of Jonathan as i’ve done a Standswapped version of JoJoswap Jonathan quite some time ago who had the same name but different abilities.

Depending on what emotion Josiah or the target feels the Stand changes colour, It’s default colour is blue because again Jonathan’s signature colour is blue.

I wanted to make Jonathan an inanimate object adjacent Stand as those are always fun to mess around. He’s flowers because of his debut of his Hamon ability is making flowers grow on a branch, also because Jonathan just gives me flower vibes i don’t know why besides the Hamon thing.

[ Daytripper ] - A VERY simple design, y’know how Joseph’s clackers exist yeah that’s why [ Daytripper ] is a ponderable orb. Slapped the scarf design with a fee more lines and BOOM ya got it. The way objects come out are like water ripples and i tried replicating that but i’m not sure you can see it due to the light colours.

Him and Jonathan’s Stand names are Beatles songs because 1. British and 2. Because i associate Joseph w/ Beatles songs and by extent Jonathan because of the ending of P3.

[ Wayward Son ] - MY FAVOURITE OF THE BUNCH!!! I really like mechanical Stands which is why Jotaro gets that :], i didn’t want to make him Cybertronian/Transformer looking so of course organic elements were mixed in as well.

Though he isn’t a very aquatic based Stand i still wanted to give him water based design elements because he’s an ocean man :> which is why he has swirly water wave like shits lining him like Splat’s which i borrowed from my JoJoswap version of Star Platinum.

His head/hat is very helmet based because it’s a combat based Stand and the solid metal hair are my favourite bits of his design tho to clarify they don’t swish to the side (they swish backwards), shadowed markinged eyes cause the dude just kinda has that on the default.

His weird mouthplate face is my favourite of his design tho that may be biased considering my schtick as a robot artist ksnxka however this isn’t the first i’m i’ve given Stand-Jotaro one, He was originally supposed to have a physical nose however with the mouthplate it didn’t look good so a flat printed nose it was though i still tried to give it the strong downwards pointing nose i tend to give Jotaro which i think is a half success.

Chain is magic and floats so it’s not a part of the coat.

Due to him being more ‘mechanical’ looking Polnareff would in turn look more organic as a Stand.

Chest star is there because hell yeah.

Also [ Wayward Son ] w/o Jona-Stand obscuring his head.

#core’s art #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #standswap #standswap september #Joseph Joestar #Jotaro Kujo #Jonathan Joestar #anyways yeah Sentient Stands are epic and i am TOTES gonna use that for every jjba that has Stands!!!!#don’t mind the proportions of the arms #jjba mothswap

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risottoneroo · 2 years

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Hello! I uh saw your jotaro fan fic and it made me feel some way and I followed you straight away uh anyways- could you make a jotaro fan fic where the reader and him are soulmates and the reader is a cat/ human and when jotaro holds the reader in cat form he feels weird like sweet pleasure that goes down his spine and when they are apart there hearts ache?

Can you please make this uh *cough* smut *cough*

If you do actually do this thank you so much 😊

a/n: im litcherally such a sucker for cat hybrid aus so yeah you got me in a box here

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, cat hybrid, breeding, continuing with my catboy cinematic universe(CBCU)

When Jotaro started volunteering at an animal shelter in his free time, he hadn’t expected to meet his soulmate. But there he was, staring at a small black and white cat, licking its paw delicately on his college dorm bed. He’d spent three weeks getting the paperwork for an emotional support animal sorted out. And there she was.

“How is my soulmate a cat?” he mumbled to himself. It was strange, but not unheard of. Jotaro himself came from a long line of catboys, although this didn’t mean everyone in his family had a soulmate that was a cat. His ears twitched on top of his head, and he pulled off his hat and hung it up. “So I guess you’re gonna be around forever, huh?”

The cat tilted its head and looked at him with shining green eyes. Jotaro sighed softly, tail flicking in irritation. His soulmate being an actual cat just meant that his commitment to the animal was paramount, not that he couldn’t ever have other relationships. And of course, sex with a cat was out of the question. It just made things- complicated for him. Not that much had ever been easy. Jotaro’s red string of fate seemed to be more like a tangled mess recently. But it had unequivocally led to this cat. So here he was. He sighed.

“Even being away from you while I was getting my paperwork filled out was hard. I’m glad you’re home.”

He shucked off the rest of his clothes and fell into bed to take a nap. The cat curled up against his side and purred softly. Jotaro smiled a bit. This felt right.

Jotaro woke up with a few issues. First, his dick had decided to get hard, probably due to a rather nice dream where a catgirl with black ears was lapping at his cock. Secondly, the place where the cat had been was now occupied by a woman, who was also waking up. Thirdly, his cock was pressing between her asscheeks hard. He barely had time to comprehend all this before she turned and smiled at him. “Hey, Jojo.”

Her black cat ears flicked, and her tail, tipped with white, brushed his cheek. He stuttered. “You’re not-”

She giggled a bit. “I am the cat you brought in before.”

He flushed. “But morphing families all died out, I thought-”

She tilted her head. “Morphing families learned to hide. That’s all. If you weren’t my soulmate, and a catboy, I wouldn't have revealed myself. I just would have escaped again.”

That’s right. She’d been classed as a flight risk, since escaping the shelter 3 times. Every time she’d come to him. His heart warmed. “You trust me.”

She hummed, pulling him closer and slipping a thigh between his legs. “For now.”

He grunted softly, his cock throbbing at the pressure. His breath began to come in whimpers, and he could hear her gasping too. He slid his own thigh between hers, and felt gushing wetness. She mewled softly, grinding her pussy on his leg. “Mmh, Jojo- Touch me-”

He glanced down. Her nipples were erect against his chest, and he reached up with a trembling hand. She nodded feverishly, humping her pussy on him. He gripped her breast, fingers brushing over the nipple. She gasped loudly. “Yes, Jojo-”

Her jerky, desperate motions were making her thigh rub over Jotaro’s cock in a delicious way. He stifled a low whine and reached down with his unoccupied hand to grip her ass. “Oh, fuck.”

She shuddered and pulled back. “If I don’t get you inside me-”

Jotaro felt the exact same. He hiked her leg up over his hip and pulled her close. They fit together like a glove. He slid home so easily, he was shocked. The initial sensation was overstimulating in its intensity, and once he uncrossed his eyes and pulled himself back to reality, he realized she was cumming. Hard. Her pussy was gushing, and she was clamping down on him rhythmically. Milking him. Her body was limp against him, but she kept gasping and whimpering his name. He pulled her close. “Fuck. I need to cum-”

He began to thrust, and mewled at the sensation. “I need to fucking cum-”

She whimpered, “Cum inside me- Breed my fucking pussy-”

Jotaro’s eyes crossed again. “Y-yeah- Oh, yeah- Gonna breed this fucking cunt- need to- Oh!”

His hips twitched as he emptied his load inside her tight cunt. She came again, with a high pitched keening. They thrust against each other one last time as their shared orgasm died down, then they both relaxed.

Jotaro cleared his throat. “So, uh. What’s your name?”

#jojo #my writing #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's anime #jotaro kujo #jotaro #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #catboys #cbcu #spicey #fanfiction #jojo fanfiction #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x oc #technically i guess

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mistasdumptruck · 3 years

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OMG if you were a crusader close to Polnareff (let’s say you’re younger than him for this) he’d treat you like a younger sibling he’d want to protect you, comfort you when you’re upset and be there to listen when you need to rant about something trivial or serious. You’d also definitely be there to listen to him at 2:00 AM when he wakes up from a nightmare about Sherry and if he wants to talk you’d be there to hear him out and give him the hug he needs and tell him it isn’t his fault. He’d always volunteer to share a room with you and I feel like he probably has a secret snack stash that he’d only share with you :,) if you had long hair he’d ask to braid it if not I feel like he’d always be pulling at your cheeks. OH he’d also totally ask you to help him apply sun cream to his back and shoulders (there’s no way he doesn’t have sunburn) You guys would definitely have inside jokes All in all I feel like it would be a sweet wholesome relationship and after DIO was defeated he’d probably ask you to come back to France with him if you didn’t have any family, if you did he’d encourage you to go and be happy but he’d totally come visit you and you him (also I feel like this wouldn’t be him trying to replicate the relationship he had with Sherry he knows nothing could ever replace a deceased family member)

#jojos bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jp polnareff #jjba headcanons #jjba pt 3 #jean polnareff #polnareff headcanons #jjba stardust crusaders #I managed to get myself in my feelings with this one :(#I love polpol so much I just want him to be happy #he deserves the entire world #i’m literally crying #jojos turned me into an emotional mess #maybe it’s because I’m listening to Ricky Montgomery while writing this #POLPOL IS BEST BOY

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funtimebunnyblog · 3 years

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So! What about the god ok switch-a-roo? The pillarmen are now human and their s/os are pillarmen!

I interpreted this request as body swapping (similar to what we see in a much later part of JoJo) and I hope this is what you meant, my dear Anon! 🙏❤🥰

If not and you meant for me to write this in another way, I am SO sorry I misinterpreted the request and I sincerely hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! 😅😇

Body swapping with the Pillarmen! 😱 🔁

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• Ending up in your body will piss Kars off more than anything really.

• Don't get him wrong, he loves you with all his heart; it's just that he's a man who is rather comfortable in his superiority and status over your race.

• He had worked VERY hard to get himself where he wanted to be afterall...

• Suddenly being reduced to a mere Human is enough to make his (er... your) stomach turn.

• Kars' new "limitations" in your body however didn't stop him from working out how this happened and, more importantly, how to UNDO it ASAP.

• When you happen to come to in Kars' body, the feeling is unsettling and strange to say the least.

• Piloting not only a Pillarmans body but Ultimate lifeform's as well will take you some getting used to for sure.

• For one thing, you'll come to find his hair gets in the way of EVERYTHING.

• If the wind blows or if you happen to turn sharply it's suddenly in your (well... his, but you get the idea) mouth or sticking in your eyes or just plain in your face!

• You can't understand how he stands it at all!

• There's no time for you to ask him to teach you how to wrap it up like he does either to remedy the issue so you have to grin and bear it.

• On the other hand, even the slightest jump in your emotions makes his arm blades spring forth!

• You almost ended up accidentally stabbing Kars (while he was in your body) as a result of getting worked up over the whole matter.

• Kars could only watch you floundering about in his body, frowning and shaking your human head as he told you repeatedly to keep calm and they'll stay put.

• As if you could keep level-headed at all in this situation as it was.

• On the upside ot things however... you learn some interesting things about Kars.

• "...Wait." you paused, peering down at the muscular legs beneath you; your eyes bore into Kars' boots with a critical gaze. There was something cushy sitting just below the heel on the inside.

• "Do you... have cloth wedged into your boots?" A sangria eyebrow raised, ruby eyes falling onto Kars.

• You watched as the features of your own face shifted dramatically, mouth falling open, scandalized. "I--" he began, but your voice fell short as he couldn't find anything to say in defense.

• "Do you do this to make yourself look taller?" A wheeze rose up in the Pillarman's chest, rich barking laughter ringing out as you doubled over in laughter.

• You suddenly came to the realization that you had never once seen Kars without his boots off, the pumps at the very bottom of the boots gave him a little boost as it was but on the inside it quite literally felt like you were wearing a pair of high heels.

• You were starting to wonder just how tall Kars really was. Hell, you were starting to wonder if he even passed Santana in height without these boots on!

• Your laughter fell short as a familiar, much smaller, hand reached up and grabbed your new body by the scarf. You were hauled down to meet the burning and intense gaze of your own eyes, Kars snarling right up into his own face.

• Jeeze, had your face always looked that red when you got angry before?

• "If you speak of this to ANYONE, I will spill each and every one of your own secrets to the others," he growled lowly, giving your voice an uncharacteristically harsh and grating tone. "Am I clear?"

• It took all you had inside not to call him "shortie" once things were finally back to the way they were and you both settled back into your own bodies.

• Despite your curiosity, your question on his exact height would never get answered.

• Kars knew how to put those arm blades to use better than you of course...

Esidisi:

• Oh boy... you have to be VERY careful piloting this one.

• And I mean the absolute definition of careful!

• When your consciousness ends up transfered into Esidisi's body, its no surprise that you feel very warm and fuzzy on the inside.

• It's almost a feeling akin to when you sit just a little too long in a bath that's a little too hot.

• Strangely, it was actually kind of a comforting feeling amongst this whole ordeal.

• However, if you're not careful with your emotions (warm and fuzzy feeling or not) than you might just accidentally end up burning a hole right through the Earth!

• Or worse... end up spraying scalding hot blood and flaying fleshy veins dripping with the stuff in all directions.

• Your core temperature has to constantly be monitored or you'll pay the price.

• It seems like even if you unfocus for one singular second, the Pillarman's entire body starts to smolder like a cake burning in an oven!

• Esidisi, on the other hand, is actually quite enjoying being in your body.

• He's having a much better time than you are for sure. In fact, he's laughing like this is nothing more than a game to him!

• You'll have to keep your eyes on him because he can't keep his (or rather, your) hands off your body.

• "Esidisi!" You barked, the Pillarman's voice was like the clap of thunder as it raised in octave; clearing the air with its power and inevitably startling you (again) even though you were the one wielding it. "Get your hands out of there, right now!"

• Your command was met with laughter, you watched as a wide grin stretched across your own face as Esidisi pried your hands off of your behind (for the 3rd time) and tucked them neatly into your pockets as he continued to giggle to himself.

• "I wasn't doing anything~" he purred, making your voice sound uncannily like a bad child playing innocent, acting wasn't just caught squeezing your cake.

• He was being to curious for his own good.

• That and the fact that he's taking enjoyment out of little ordinary Human things while piloting your body

• Things like feeling actual pain when skin is pinched or when hair is pulled seemed like it could entertain him for hours on end.

• If you don't keep a close eye on him and his shenanigans, you might just end up getting your body back all banged and bruised up if he goes too far with his fun.

• Fair enough, as he might just get his back half-burned into the ground or covered in blood...

Wamuu:

• Wamuu straight up does NOT have a good time dealing with suddenly being Human.

• The fact that it's your body he's in doesn't help that any either.

• 12/10 would NOT do again. 0 STARS!

• Wamuu, always a composed and calculating Warrior and tactician, was now in full panic mode.

• All his life he carried himself with pride, building his little ego off all his strengths and victories because of his status and his incredible unmatchable power.

• Now, with all of that ripped away from him, the Warrior felt too vulnerable and naked for his liking in this Human form.

• "Ow! OW!!!" Wamuu cried, eyes wide as your hands flew to your back. "Why does it hurt there? Do you always have pain like this?" Came the question, it was more than strange (and a little unsettling) to hear your own voice asking you that so desperately.

• "You get used to it." You replied, the deepness of the Pillarman's voice sending deep vibrations through the hardened chest as you spoke.

• "Why-- Why does this body feel so sluggish? I feel so inexplicably weary..." "I know. You get used to that too." "WHY IS EVERYTHING SORE?! WHY IS EVERYTHING CREAKING?!" "It's fine. That's normal."

• On the other hand, your mind suddenly being swapped into Wamuu's body isn't quite as bad as being in the others but... there are still some things to get used to.

• For one thing, it was hard to get used to simply walking around in it.

• Wamuu was so immensely big, muscular and heavy that you felt as if you were shaking the Earth with each step, causing you to lumber and stumble around with no grace to speak of.

• For another, a wirlwind just seemed to follow you wherever you went. It was honestly harder to control than it looked!

• When you wanted it to move one way, it went another. Wind blew up, wind blew down.

• You found yourself standing around, massive hands flying to the loincloth in an attempt to keep it from flinging up and showing too much.

• You wanted to spare least a shred of Wamuu's lost dignity while he wasn't piloting his own body after all.

• His horn is an entirely different matter.

• At one point the breeze blew too strong and the Pillarmen's signature headpiece suddenly flew right off his head and then... out sprang the horn.

• It shot 18 feet into the air, skewering two trees and drilling right through them like an overcharged power drill; a terrifying whir filling the air as chunks of wood flayed in every direction.

• The entire time you screamed in terror (you had no idea Wamuu's voice could go so high until that moment), slicing through an entire plot of trees as Wamuu yelled for you to put it away before it went for something breathing... like your own body that he was currently inhabiting.

• In the end, the relief you both feel to be back in your own bodies once the entire mess is fixed is immeasurable.

• You also both agree to never speak of the experience again for as long as you live.

Santana:

• Much like Kars, Santana is more unimpressed about the whole thing rather than upset or worried.

• Apart from you of course, Santana just barely tolerated Humans (or Primitives as he liked to call them) as it was.

• He often spoke about how fragile and flawed your kind was, honestly the defenselessness of a Human was laughable in his eyes.

• Therefore, he absolutely does NOT like suddenly being reduced to one, even if it is your body.

• The entire time he's practically pouting, the very definition of apathetic, grumbling to himself and following close behind as you tried to chase down the person responsible for the swap.

• "This form is... limiting." Came the low growl, each word sounding so very unlike you despite the fact it was your voice he was using. Santana practically spat as he kept talking, "Flawed. Primal. Defenseless."

• You were handling things admittedly better than Santana but it was still more than overwhelming.

• For one thing, you'll come to find that Santana's senses are extremely heightened.

• You never realized how very unbelieveably strong a sense of smell, taste and hearing could be until now.

• You could smell animals that had passed through the area nearly a fortnight ago just by putting your nose to the air. You could hear the thumping of your own heart from where it sat back in your own chest as Santana followed close at your heels.

• For another thing... Santana's body felt... odd.

• It was a strange and indescribable feeling; it was best put as you felt like a substance that constantly balanced between solid and liquid.

• How on Earth could he stand being a living mass of puddy and sharp deadly bones all the time?!

• As Santana kept grumbling about how very imperfect his new form was, your only hope was to give him that huge bag of gummy bears you had been saving in your bag for later to snack on.

• It would give you a moment of silence to think straight. However, if Santana was himself that would've been a good idea but in this case... not so much.

• "What's wrong?" You questioned, the Pillarman's gravely voice holding a different tone than you were used to as you used it, studying him.

• Santana had suddenly stopped following and was now slumped over, clutching at your stomach. A low whine surfaced, almost a sob, as he spoke through clenched teeth.

• "Do.... not.... feel..... good." Came the whimper. You came rushing to his side, your temorary body dwarfing your real one as you pulled Santana close to see if he had somehow gotten hurt.

• "What--" the question fell short as you spied the now very empty bag of gummy bears laying nearby.

• That bag had been huge, filled to the brim with bright and colourful gushy candy... and Santana had eaten ALL of them.

• It was that day that Santana found out that a Humans biggest flaw was that too much sugar made them sick.

• Good luck with enjoying getting your body back when the time comes as you now suspected you would spend your time kneeled over a bucket with a hot water bottle instead of celebrating...

#funnybunny #pillarmen #pillarmen headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #anon ask #my writing

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 3 years

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Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Characters: Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Author’s notes: written for @negans-lucille-tblr 7ks of the Week Challenge. My days were: Monday (Dean), Tuesday (Fuck Or Die), and Wednesday (Ruby 2.0 + Jo Harvelle); and fills the #hickies square for @AnyFandomGoesBingo.

Here’s the other time Ruby and Jojo got hit by sex pollen.

Title is from the song “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande.

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“I’m beginning to think you do this on purpose,” Dean says, draping his jacket over the kitchenette chair.

“Yeah, because I love being in excruciating pain,” Ruby sneers.

Dean shrugs. “What with you bein’ a demon and the blood-drinking, you could be a total pain slut for all I know.”

“Will you two shut up and put something in me, I’m dying over here,” Jo gripes, and both Dean and Ruby move to the bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean climbs onto the mattress beside Jo, mirroring Ruby on her other side.

Jo’s a mess of sweaty tangled limbs and hair. Dean fumbles for a minute because this is Jo and he’s always tried to be so careful with her to not cross any lines or send the wrong signals.

But she needs this, and she looks so good, cheeks and chest flushed pink, her mouth open and panting, and her pussy swollen and glistening.

Before Dean got there, Ruby and Jo tried taking care of the spell on their own as they had once before, but this spell is different.

“We need a dick,” Ruby stated succinctly, bemoaning that she couldn’t call Sam “because of that time Meg possessed him and scared the crap out of Jo.”

“And before you get any grand notions about your junk, the spell calls for dick no matter the recipient, so if it’d hit you, we’d be calling Cas.”

“Well, that’s just downright nasty. What if ya don't like dick?”

“That’s the point, genius — angst. Just fuckin’ hurry up.”

Dean rests the back of his hand across Jo’s forehead, and she moans.

“You’re fuckin’ burnin’ up,” he says, quickly shucking his flannel to the floor and darting an accusatory glance to Ruby.

The way she looks at Jo like she’s something precious sort of makes him feel like an asshole for being so pissy with her. They both care about Jo and want nothing bad to happen to her. He quietly decides to dial back the snark and just do what needs to be done.

Before he can get his t-shirt off, Jo’s tearing at his belt and pants. Ruby’s got a hand between her own legs, hovering over and mouthing at Jo’s tits, and Dean almost laughs at just how off the fucking grid the entire situation is.

Their lives are a god damned Hellscape of shitty choices and shittier consequences, only… what else is he supposed to do.

Jo lunges up and forward just as she pulls Dean’s not-quite-hard cock from his half-open jeans.

“Whoa,” he gasps.

Everything moves fast and frantic until they have his jeans pushed down his thighs and they’re taking turns laving along each side, under and around, making him harder by the second.

They kiss each other in between licks, hands buried between each other’s legs, moaning and whimpering.

“Jesus,” Dean breathes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, not knowing where the fuck to put his hands because right now those two are like a minefield of who fucking knows.

He stays still and quiet, hands fisted at his sides, eyes closed, listening to the breathy sounds of Jo and Ruby getting each other off and him hard. Then one lithe, damp hand grips his wrist and directs him to a mass of silken hair.

“Fuck my mouth,” Ruby mutters. “And don’t be gentle.”

Dean blinks rapidly, opening his eyes to take in the scene below him.

Jo’s shifted to her back, legs spread wide, and Ruby... Ruby’s wrist-fucking-deep in Jo’s pussy.

“Holy fff...” Dean groans and grips himself tight.

There’s a fire in his gut and his brain starts to spin. He wonders if this thing is contagious and if now he’s gonna need dick, too, just from physical contact with them.

“She loves taking my fist,” Ruby says quietly, fondly, a little smirk tugging the corner of her mouth. “That’s how I figured out to look further into this spell because last time this is all she needed.”

Dean considers all the things he could say to alleviate the intensity of the moment — childish quips or challenges to the demon, but he’s got a precarious job to do; he needs to focus.

Besides, there isn’t anything to make jokes about regarding what’s playing out before his eyes. Jo is gorgeous and determined, and Ruby’s holding the moment as something sacred — he can feel it in the energy surrounding them.

“You’re holdin’ up pretty well,” Dean murmurs, moving his gaze to where his fingers are surprisingly and very gently fingering Ruby’s rich, mahogany tresses. When his eyes meet hers, they’re almost black and not because she’s a demon.

“Said I needed you to fuck my mouth, what’re you waiting for?”

He didn’t take the time to notice before, but she’s strung out beyond comprehension. She’s as out of breath and wrecked as Jo but empty and-

“Please,” she whispers, brow furrowed and jaw tight with disdain for having to beg.

Dean doesn’t miss a beat, however smooth he moves, twisting the length of her hair around his fist and wrist as he feeds himself to her.

He’s fucked a lot of mouths in his time. He’s learned to like things he didn’t know about. He’s taught a thing or two. But the sheer headiness of fucking the mouth of his brother’s demon lover is a whole new thing.

She’s desperate and hungry, gripping his base in the hand that isn’t inside Jo, swallowing him down her throat and back out until she gasps, and spit spills over her chin.

“Fuck me,” she says, taking him back inside her mouth.

Dean tightens his grip in her hair and angles her but only just a bit because it all feels so good and he’s fucking fascinated with everything she’s doing.

Ruby pulls off him again, breathless and a mess. “Wanna make you come so you last longer for her.”

She dives back down on him and doubles down.

“Shit,” Dean breathes, squeezing his eyes shut tight and gripping her face in both hands. “Hold on... just... fuck.”

Ruby stills and relaxes her jaw and lets him take over.

He fucks into her with abandon, muttering and grunting. Her tongue dances under his length and she hollows her cheeks before flashing her gaze up at him. Her lashes are thick and dark and he could probably get lost in her eyes if he didn’t know better.

Then he hears Jo rambling about how good Ruby takes his cock, and that tips him over the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants and huffs a surprised laugh as he slips from her mouth.

Dean slumps back onto his haunches, mind blown and lungs heaving as Ruby swipes the back of her hand across her mouth before turning back to Jo.

“Get the rest of your clothes off,” she instructs Dean.

He shakes his head to try and get his thoughts straight, but it doesn’t help, so he does what he’s told. He unwinds his feet out from under himself and sits on the edge of the bed to quickly untie and remove his boots and push his jeans and boxers to the floor.

Before turning and stretching out alongside Jo, he takes a deep breath. As he settles beside her, ghosting calloused fingers over her ivory skin, he asks, “How many times’ve you come?”

“I dunno.” She shakes her head, tears trickling from the corners of her shuttered eyes. Random tendrils of her pale hair cling to her forehead, cheeks, and throat. Dean marvels at how her skin ripples with goosebumps from his fingers dancing across her collarbone and down between her small, tight breasts.

“At least a dozen,” Ruby answers, sounding broken and worn out. She leans over Jo and presses a long kiss to her lips as she slowly twists her wrist back and forth to gently pull her hand from Jo’s body.

Jo whimpers and Ruby tries to soothe her. “It’s OK, Jojo. Dean’ll take care of you. I’ll go find Sam.”

“This’s some male-gaze bullshit,” Dean mutters, moving to carefully situate himself between Jo’s messy thighs. “So fucked up.”

“What’re you a feminist now? Just do your job, Sparky.”

He glares at her as he refocuses on Jo, smoothing his rough hands up her thighs and spreading her open with his knees. “Jo,” he beckons her attention, gripping himself in one hand to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. “This’s a shitty situation, but I promise I’ll do it right, OK?”

Jo nods. “I know. I trust you.”

Her eyes are clear enough if only for a second, to give Dean confidence that even if she weren’t cursed she’d want this. All the times he thought they might, all the times he wanted to, and this is how it happens.

She reaches for his hips and tugs, and he falls over her, bracing himself on one hand and using the other to drag the fat head of his cock up and down her puffy slit.

“Don’t tease,” she breathes, desperation and longing returning to cloud her gaze.

“OK. Just relax, I don’t wanna hurt you, you’re so swollen.” He groans as he notches just inside her, and she hisses.

Ruby scoffs. “I just had my entire fist up in there.”

“Yeah, well, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt,” Dean replies, settling over Jo. He pushes stray hairs from her damp forehead and dips in to kiss her as he gently thrusts.

Ruby watches him take his time, slowly working his way inside, exploring Jo’s mouth, tenderly cradling her neck. She can’t help but touch herself. Her body aches and her mind reels. She and Dean have never been friendly, but she wants what he’s giving Jo in a vicious way; her body needs it.

“More,” Jo begs, canting her hips and arching her back. She grapples at him, not knowing what to touch. “Dean, fuck me.”

He grits his teeth and plants both hands in the bedding at the most advantageous points to find a groove, pushing up over her. He curves his spine beautifully and drops his head back with a heavy sigh, fully seated inside her. “Jesus fuck.”

“Please,” she whispers, hooking her hands under his arms and over his broad shoulders. “You feel so good, it hurts but it’s so good, fuck me please.”

Dean brings his head back upright, and it’s like a switch flips.

Even from the side, Ruby can see that his eyes are on fire, consuming Jo with heat. His chest puffs and deflates in an exaggerated way as he tries to manage his breath.

And then he starts to move.

Ruby really should go find Sam and get rid of this spell for herself, but she’s riveted to the moment, watching Dean work Jo open, untangle the mess, take her apart piece by piece. As convoluted as the spell is, the outcome is a thing of beauty. Ruby’s never seen Jo quite like this — maybe it’s because she’s usually the one delivering the fuck, but Jo’s absolutely wrecked under Dean’s deliberation, and Ruby can’t walk away.

Ruby slides in next to Jo to get a better view of exactly what Dean’s doing to her. She slips three of her own fingers inside her soaking wet center and rubs her clit, but it does little to slake her thirst for how Dean’s slamming into Jo.

“How does she feel?” she asks, raking his smooth and scarred skin with her eyes.

“Fuckin’ tight and wet, better than anything except that mouth of yours,” Dean grits, dragging his ravenous gaze to Ruby.

Her breath catches in her chest. Just as he ramps up to rail into the wild thing underneath him, there’s a clear promise in his eyes that she’s going to get the same.

Jo gasps and shouts. “Dean! Oh god...” She fiercely spasms around him. It’s brutal and beautiful to watch and feel, and he can barely hold on, but he levels up and fucks her through it, pushing to kneel, gripping her hips to hold her up, and hammering into her.

Jo screams and claws at the bedding, tears streaming over her ruddy cheeks as Dean’s thrusts jolt her toward the head of the bed.

“C’mon, come again for us,” Dean pants through a wolfish grin. “Such a good girl for us.”

Good girl.

Ruby huffs an embarrassing sob and clenches around her own fingers. “Fuck,” she whispers, closing her thighs on her hands, rolling to her side. “Please come again, Jojo.”

Jo shrieks and bows upward. She’s suspended by Dean’s hands and the salacious exorcism he’s conducting.

Dean groans on a chuckle. “There we go. Hooo.” He slows his thrusts and gently settles Jo’s now limp, breathless form back to the mattress then drops over her again onto all fours to catch his breath.

Ruby watches his broad, sweat-sheened back rise and fall as she throbs around her fingers, waiting.

When he brings his gaze to hers again, she squeezes her fingers impossibly tighter.

His eyes are dark and greedy as he backs off of Jo and turns his attention to Ruby. Her skin prickles like she’s plugged into an electrical outlet. She weakly pushes herself to sit upright with come-slick hands and her legs fall open of their own volition.

Dean coolly reaches out and grabs a handful of Ruby’s hair as he closes in on her, and Ruby gasps at the delicious pain webbing her skull.

“Your turn,” he growls, yanking her into him like a ragdoll and claiming her mouth with his. As he fucks her mouth with his tongue, he swings his legs to sit on the edge of the bed and positions her to straddle him, splitting her open exquisitely.

Relief washes over her immediately followed by a slow burn from the inside out. She doesn’t have words for how it feels to have Sam’s brother, the man who’d rather gut her with her own knife than give her the time of day, painfully hard and deep inside her, fucking away a spell that was created to kill her.

Dean has words, though.

“You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?” he murmurs against her throat between sucking bruises into her smooth, golden skin. He can’t deny there’s a deep, dark part of himself that’s thought about her, too

He wrenches her hair and sinks his teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder. When he pulls back to survey the damage he’s rendered, he grins wide. “Looks good on you.”

He flicks his gaze to hers, and she’s gone.

Ruby rides him like a wild mare that he doesn’t care to tame. She’s tight and slick and savage, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. She finds the right pace and slams her mouth into his.

Dean reaches up and wraps the hand that isn’t tangled in her hair around her slim throat and squeezes. He pulls out of the frenzied kiss to breathe.

“Sure you don’t like pain?” he whispers.

Her eyes roll back in her head and she squeaks, convulsing in his lap and coming violently.

She’s a mess as Dean picks her up, staying inside her, and strides the short distance to the other bed. He lays her back to the mattress and hooks his hands under her knees, holding her open wide to fuck her into another blazing orgasm.

As she clamps around him one last time, he lets himself go, roaring into the darkened hotel room.

After a shower, and once the girls are safely nestled together, satisfied and sleepy, Dean makes his way to his car, praying he doesn’t have to admit to Sam just how much he liked the taste and feel and smell of Ruby all around him.

After all, it was just a job.

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we-love-imagines · 3 years

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How about one where Jotaro has a crush on the reader but he thinks the reader likes Kakyoin, so he tries to get them be together. Reader notices this, gets frustrated by it, and confesses to Jotaro out of said frustration

I really liked this ask!!! Thank you so much anon! I’m sorry this took so long, my ask box was being mean, but I hope you enjoy! I’m going to start writing more frequently again- I took a little break after Christmas Countdown!

warning: some naughty words and a sprinkle-dinkle of angst!

Ripping off the Band-Aid

Jotaro couldn’t take it anymore.

How you looked at him, how you laughed at all his jokes, how happy you two seemed together- it hurt more than words could express. Jotaro, over the course of your journey to Cairo, had somehow learned to love you; but he saw how you didn’t return his feelings, that much was obvious. There was little question in his mind that you and Kakyoin had a thing for each other. Yet, that isn’t what hurt the most.

It was the lack of closure that really stung; the feeling that he still had a chance with you clawing in the back of his mind every time he saw you and Kakyoin. Frankly, he wished you two would just get together already so he could pack away his feelings and be done with them. If he knew you were taken, forever out of his reach, he could let you go. But this weird limbo you were in, where you were simultaneously attainable and out of his grasp, was torture.

While Kakyoin certainly wasn’t outgoing, he was far more approachable than Jotaro was. Of course you would prefer him; Kakyoin was nicer, smarter, and overall the better option compared to him. Jotaro really wanted to beat himself over the head sometimes, wondering if he’d be in Kakyoin’s position if he had just been a little nicer. Getting sick of all the ‘what if’s’ and heartache, Jotaro made the decision to get you and Kakyoin together as soon as possible. That was the only hope he had to pack away his jealousy, and put this stupid feeling behind him.

It started small, of course. Jotaro would distance himself from you and Kakyoin, giving you two a lot more time alone together than you were accustomed to. This technique quickly grew more obvious, like when Jotaro would whisper to the Old Man to let you two room together or insisting you both sit in the back during long car rides. While you enjoyed your time with Kakyoin, of course, both of you started to notice Jotaro’s desire that you two stay together at all times. When it was just the two of you, it felt like there was a piece missing- the third member of your little trio.

Jotaro got tired of you two still dancing around each other’s feelings, so he upped the ante. Pushing aside how much it hurt, he’d throw the old man’s money away on flowers and jewelry for you, writing “From: Kakyoin” on the little tags and leaving them in your hotel room. While he was never into this lovey-dovey type shit, part of him wished he could address this sweet, romantic gifts from himself.

He didn’t know where he was going with this idea- you weren’t stupid. If Kakyoin admitted to you that he didn’t give you these gifts, you’d probably think it was some sick prank. For once, he hoped Kakyoin would lie to you, claim it was his doing and confess, so this could all be over with. Even if you did think it was some mean joke Jotaro was trying to pull, who cares? Maybe you and Kakyoin could bond over your shared hatred of him.

After a few of these incidents, your patience was beginning to wear thin. At this point, Jotaro refused to speak to you and Kakyoin outside of conflict, always ducking away the moment you three were alone together. Not to mention the weird, frequent gifts; it was clear Kakyoin wasn’t getting them for you, seeing as he freaked out and assumed the strange objects in your room were part of an enemy Stand. Quickly discovering it wasn’t part of a ploy to kill you, you figured that it must be from another member of the group- you had a sneaking suspicion of who it could be.

The next time you checked into a hotel, you hatched a plan with Kakyoin to catch your mysterious benefactor red-handed. While you two were “hanging by the pool,” Hierophant Green remained in the hotel room, watching and waiting for them to deliver the goods.

Wouldn’t you know it, Jotaro shuffled into the room, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. When he saw you weren’t there, he pulled back his large, black coat to reveal a little bouquet of daisies, scribbling “From: Kakyoin” on the tag, leaving as quickly as he came.

Something in you was deeply hurt by this, rage pooling in your gut as you stood up from your poolside chair.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed to Kakyoin, your eyebrows knitting tightly as you spoke, “That bastard’s been messing with us! I’m gonna go give him a piece of my mind!”

As you began to stomp away, Kakyoin called for you to wait just a second, to try and calm down before you went to confront him. However, his words fell on deaf ears, your face going red out of pure frustration. Jotaro has the gall to ditch you and Kakyoin out of nowhere, try and push you two together at all times, and now he’s trying to fool you? Nuh-uh. Not on your watch. You were determined to figure out his little game so you could figure out why he wanted you out of his life so badly.

Behind all your anger was genuine hurt- someone you cared about very, very deeply looked like he wanted nothing to do to you. You deserved an explanation at least.

Angrily marching up to his hotel room door, you knock with resounding force before waiting for him to answer. After a moment, the door opened up, Jotaro’s eyes widening when he saw the furious look on your face. Before he could shut the door on you, you placed your foot in the doorframe, forcing yourself in with an angry glare.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Jojo,” you practically snarled, crossing your arms as you stood before him, “You owe me an explanation.”

Without skipping a beat, Jotaro dryly remarked, “Kakyoin asked me to do it.” In his mind, Jotaro felt like shit for what he was doing; the fact that you were this upset surprised him, but he didn’t let that show on his face. His bold-faced lie only seemed to heat you up further, the hurt in your heart threatening to boil over.

“Don’t spout Bullshit at me, Jotaro. Since you’ve been making me and Kakyoin spend every waking moment together, he’d never have the time to buy anything.”

Jotaro, in his usual emotionally-unavailable fashion, remained stone-faced as he turned away from you. He was trying to suppress his feelings, trying to put the pain of hurting you aside so all of this could be over and done with. While he felt you staring daggers into his back, he tried his best to pretend you weren’t there, searching for the TV remote in the hopes you’d just go away- go away and find Kakyoin, that is.

You were both used to fighting in the literal sense, beating the snot out of enemy Stand users on the regular. However, fights like these, arguments about emotions and friendship and junk, were somehow a million times scarier for Jotaro. He couldn’t just hit the problem until it stopped moving, he had to sit down and sort out his feelings- the very feelings he was trying to keep hidden.

While Jotaro wanted to ignore you, you were done being ignored by him. Your bubble of anger burst as Jotaro grabbed the remote, sending your Stand to slap it out of his hands and forcefully turn him around to face you.

“You know how much it hurts when you try to push me and Kakyoin away? How much we miss hanging out with you?” you spit at him, words spewing out of you as everything boiled over, “I dunno what you’re trying to do with the flowers and boxes of chocolate, but it isn’t funny. If you’re trying to get me and Kakyoin together or something, it won’t work- I don’t like him like that. I like you like that!”

Clutching a hand over your mouth, you couldn’t believe what you said. By the uncharacteristic blush on his face, Jotaro couldn’t believe it either. Ever since he saved your ass from Yellow Temperance, you’ve definitely had a thing for Jotaro. That thing grew and grew, especially in his absence; in all honesty, that’s probably why his trickery hurt you so badly. Both of you stood motionless, silence hanging in the air as you both waited for the other to speak.

After a few long, deafening moments, Jotaro finally croaked out, “So... you’re not into Kakyoin?”

“Only as a friend,” you squeaked out in response, your cheeks reddened and blazing hot, “Did you think me and Kakyoin were...?”

“-Yes.”

Again, both of you just stared at each other, trying to gauge what the other was thinking. You had just confessed your feelings to Jotaro, and other than his pink cheeks, his stoic face remained the same. Little did you know, his stomach was doing backflips, his mind racing at a mile a minute trying to comprehend what you had said.

You liked him? You really, really liked him? Like that?

He practically short-circuited, anything about DIO or the outside world gone from his mind; to him, it felt like the entire universe was just this room, and you two were it’s sole inhabitants.

“Jotaro?” you mumbled his name weakly, breaking him out of his reverie. He didn’t realize how long you’d both been standing there, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the prolonged silence left you wondering if your feelings were returned.

“I- I, um-” he stuttered, quickly trying to regain his composure, “I thought you and Kakyoin had feelings for each other, so I tried to help you two out.”

“Oh, I see,” was all you managed to mumble out, your mind swirling with thoughts of rejection. Was this a subtle way to tell you to get lost? If he wanted you and Kakyoin to get together, he probably didn’t feel the same. You turned to leave, trying to hold back tears as you reached for the door’s handle.

“(Y/n),” he stopped you, grasping you by the wrist. You turn to face him, his grip sliding towards your hand as you found yourself closer to him than ever before.

“I tried to get you and Kakyoin together because I thought I didn’t have a chance with you. I thought it would make me feel better,” he admitted, his face now fully red as he averted his gaze from yours, “You know I’m bad with the mushy stuff, but I like you, (Y/n). A lot.”

Both you didn’t realize how good hearing that out loud would make you feel. Wordlessly, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His body was still for a moment, almost as if he didn’t believe this was really happening, but eventually his tenseness melted away as he returned your physical affection. Jotaro felt a little dizzy, but in a good way- he was so surprised you felt the same way, it made him delirious.

“I’m sorry I got so angry,” you whispered into his chest, arms slowly pulling off of him, “Me and Kakyoin really missed you.”

“I’ll try not to overdo it next time,” he chuckled, looking down to meet your eyes again. You jokingly punched him in the arm, trying to muster up an angry expression despite how good you felt.

“There won’t be a next time doofus!”

As you both laughed together, you tried your best to memorize the rare joyful look on Jotaro’s face. You had a feeling you’d be seeing it more often.

#jotaro x reader #jotaro #jjba #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #3taro #part 3 jotaro #fluff #angst #ask box is open #inbox is open!#inbox reply #kakyoin #Kakyoin Noriaki #jjba part 3 #sdc #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader

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Choose Your Own Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Trouble on my Left, Trouble on my Right.

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Hi! Quick A/N! Since this is a High School AU, all jojo’s characters are in high school (besides some that I chose to be teachers) and CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT STUDENTS IN THIS AU ARE NOT LOVE INTERESTS

the final choice in the previous chapter was a test. i’m very happy to say that nobody chose to snitch on Joot. moral of the story: snitches are bitches and that would fuck up the readers life FS. you dont wanna be on Joots bad side :)

Also I chose to make the reader have she/her pronouns because the plot wouldn’t really make sense otherwise (LMK IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE IT BACK TO THEY/THEM AND I WILL)

anyways

YOU CHOSE: DECLINE

“No, it’s okay. I’ll still cover for you though.” You said, smiling up at the taller man. “Suit yourself. See ya.” Jotaro said, turning his heel and walking out of the room. You waited for him to leave, before exiting the office. You’d definitely get teased for walking around school with a map, so you didn’t ask for one. The second bell rung, meaning that class had started. You were late to Math.

You sprinted down the hallways, desperately searching for your class. After running for about 10 minuets, you finally found your classroom. You were about to run to the door when you ran straight into another boy, resulting in you falling on your butt. "Oww...” You groaned, standing up. “Oh, my bad!” The boy chuckled, rubbing his neck. You took note of his interesting choice in clothing and hair style. He noticed your staring. “What? Got something to say?” He asked, his mood beginning to shift from happy to pissed. “Oh! No, sorry for staring!” You squeaked, flustered that you had been caught staring.

You both made your way into the classroom, where you were greeted by a pissed off teacher. “Shit...” the boy mumbled. “You’re both late.” He stated, glaring down at the both of you. “And you’re clothes are all messed up. I’d love to hear why that is. Care to explain?” He asked. The other students were whispering and giggling. You looked over to the boy next to you to see him blushing, stuttering out why you were late. “W-we ran into each other at the door so that’s why our clothes are messed up.” He explained. “Y-yeah! And I’m new, so I got lost on the way over.” You said. It wasn’t a lie, but your teacher gave you both the look that he didn’t buy your story at all. “Uh-huh. Josuke Higashikata, (Y/N) (L/N), detention. You’ll be spending lunch in room 304 with Mr. Kira.” He said, grinning. “Yeah yeah ok.” Josuke grumbled, making his way to the back of the class.

You zoned out for majority of the period, but were snapped out of your trance by the sound of the bell ringing. You packed up your stuff and began to leave before you were stopped. “Hey, (Y/N), right? We have detention and I don’t want my mom to yell at me for ditching again, so wanna walk with me?” Josuke asked. “Sure. Thanks!” You said, following him out of the classroom and to room 304.

Upon opening the door, you noticed that you and Josuke weren’t the only students in detention. There were four other students there. One was sketching, one was yelling about something that happened in another class, one was giving lovey dovey eyes to the boy next to her, and the boy next to her looked like he was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. The teacher, Mr. Kira, was not in the classroom. Apparently, he didn’t show up to teach very often and just assigned work online. “Shit, you guys too?” Josuke asked. “JOSUKE! WHATS UP MAN?” The loud guy shouted, running over to Josuke. “Who’s the hottie?” He asked. You hid your face in your hands, blushing at his forwardness. “This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s new here.” Josuke said. “(Y/N)! I’m Okuyasu Nijimura! Guys introduce yourselves. Don’t be assholes.” He said. “Rohan Kishibe.” The boy who was sketching said. “I’m Yukako Yamagishi.” The girl who was staring at the boy said. “And I’m Koichi Hirose.” The boy mumbled, hiding his head in his arms. Clearly, he wasn’t used to detention.

15 minuets had passed and Mr. Kira hadn’t shown up yet. “This is pointless. Whaddya say we get outta here?” Okuyasu said. “You mean ditch?” You asked. “Duh. This is fuckin boring and Mr. Kira isn’t gonna be here, so why don’t we just leave? We can go to the roof and hang out there.” He said, looking over at Josuke to get his imput. “I’m with Okuyasu. There’s no point in sitting in detention if there’s no teacher to mess with.” Josuke snickered. “I don’t want to ‘hang out’ with you two dumbasses, but I don’t want to be here either. I’m gonna go to the courtyard.” Rohan said, packing up his sketchbook and pencils. “W-what? You’re ditching?! That’ll just get you in even more trouble if you get caught! I’m staying here.” Koichi said, hoping that Josuke, Okuyasu, and Rohan would listen. “If Koichi is staying, then I’m staying too.” Yukako said, scooching closer to Koichi. Koichi moved away from her. You giggled. “Well, (Y/n)? What are you gonna do?” Josuke asked.

“Uhh...”

MAKE YOUR CHOICE: 1. GO TO THE ROOF WITH JOSUKE AND OKUYASU 2. GO TO THE COURTYARD WITH ROHAN 3. STAY IN THE CLASS WITH YUKAKO AND KOICHI

comment your decision! remember, the majority wins!

also, do yall want yukako as a love interest or a rival?

#choose your own jojos bizarre adventure #josuke higashikata x reader #okuyasu nijimura x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #koichi hirose x reader #yukako yamagishi x reader #jjba x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #jolyne kujo x reader #jolyne cujoh x reader #johnny joestar x reader #gappy higashikata x reader

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years

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Ohhh can I request day 2: Voice kink with Dio? Even though he probably gets turned on by the sound of his own voice, that narcissistic vampire haha

Thanks again! This is something new, as someone with a voice kink myself I don't think I explored it as much as I should, but I hope you enjoy <3 I might come back to this one too

Day Two: Voice Kink

You walked in on something you shouldn't have seen. Dio, standing over his father's bed, drink and medicine in hand. You had watched him add the mystery powder to his father's drink silently with an evil emotion behind his eyes. You could've ran away, turn your back and pretend like you saw nothing, but damn your clumsy feet.

An end table tipped over, the candelabra it held clanged loudly to the floor and caught his attention quickly. His wild amber eyes flew over to the cracked door, angry and shocked by the sudden noise. In that split second you felt your heart drop when your eye made contact with his, you quickly turned and fled.

If you were quick enough, maybe there was a chance to loose him and blend into the rest of the servants. With heart hammering in your chest, on shaking legs you tried to escape down stairs, you wobbled forward taking a right of the stairs, only to be pulled sideways into the library. In a blur the doors shut, and you were pressed into the wall, trapped between the delicate paper and a warm chest. You would shriek if a heavy hand didn't block your airways, leaving you dizzy and so much more shaky.

"My dear Y/n, what is the matter? You seem like you've seen a ghost?" His voiced oozed over you like bees honey, making you shudder in delight and fear. Surely now he could feel your heart beating out of your chest, rivalling a scared rabbits. "It's only me. Relax..." The hand on your thigh began to move, like to massage the tension from your body. But those eyes... As long as his stare was on you, you didn't think you could relax a bit.

He leaned down ever so slightly into your ear, his breath brushed against your skin, hot, coming in huffs like he was just running after you. "I know it was you watching me in my father's room."

Fuck.

"Are you worried about what I put in his drink? Were you thinking about running away to tell JoJo? Don't worry, it was only a new medicine to help him with his sickness. You believe me, right, my dear? You can't speak but I know your head still moves." You startled away from the new edge in his voice. Fighting back a tear, you nodded along.

"Good girl... You've always been my favorite servant." The hand once on your hip now slipped beneath your skirt, playing with the lace of your stocking where it met your soft skin. At first you didn't recognize it, simply overtaken by his seductive voice droning on in your ear. You just about died in his arms once he let loose a soft and oh so beautiful moan. "So eager to please me, so sweet, even to a filthy rat after it finds its way into the house. I believe you should be rewarded. Do give me the opportunity to please you, won't you, my dear?"

The hand moved up and pushed there fingers into your panties, finding your soaked and neglected clit. His hands were cold as they began on you, taking your bundle of nerves between his fingers to massaging it slowly. Your reaction was immediate, a silenced cry against his hand still on your mouth, pressing the back of your head deeper into the crook of his neck. Dio crooned at the sight and gave you a soft kiss on your neck, which turned violent as he started to bite at your skin.

"I can almost feel you getting wetter with every word I say. Do you enjoy the sound of my voice?" Nothing but another moan. His hand was a mess of your drool and fallen tears, he decided to make it worse by forcing his thumb into your mouth, hooking on your tongue to let you taste the salty mess you made. "You want me to berate you? Call you a whore? Would you enjoy that, too? Your practically falling apart already, you'd probably die if I gave you my cock already."

To tease you Dio's fingers went faster. They rubbed quick painful circles into your clit, never leaving to seek out your dripping core. The attention at your most sensitive area had your legs shaking violently. If not for the thigh grinding up between your legs you would've fell to the floor. "I'll be kind and keep talking until you cum. It shouldn't be too long now. What has it been, only a couple minutes? My, you're easy to please. You want my cock to finish you off? You only gotta ask for it." He grinned wickedly knowing you couldn't. His thumb pinned your tongue down harder, rubbing it when he felt like it. You were a drooling mess only making nonsensical noises as you humped against his hand. Dio rubbed your clit quicker feeding into your begining release, he kissed you passionately to swallow your screams of pleasure until there was no more. Your slick coated his hand as you stayed there, breathing into each other as the orgasmic haze settled in your mind.

Dio continued to kiss you sweetly, betraying his early actions, he wiped his hand clean on the skirt of your dress. "God, you're cute." He sighed against your mouth. "But I'm afraid I have my own problem now. Be a good servant and help me out, would you?"

#steamy writing #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #dio brando #dio brando x reader #kinktober #phantom blood

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Jonathan Joestar’s Spotify Playlist

Hello and welcome to the beginning of a series (or projected to be ahaha) that has to do with Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure characters and their own personalized playlists! I’ll be listing the track list and then will be going more in depth as to why I chose these particular songs for Jonathan’s playlist. The top part will not have spoilers, but be aware that the second part will so read at your own will! For the first playlist, we have none other than Jonathan Joestar, the original Jojo!

💿✨Track list✨💿

01. Jojo (Sono Chi no Sadame), Hiroaki Tommy Tominaga

02. BREATHE, AB6IX

03. breathin, Ariana Grande

04. We Belong, Ong Seong Wu

05. My Heart Will Go On, Céline Dion

06. Silence, Marshmello ft. Khalid

07. Dollhouse, Melanie Martinez

08. London Boy, Taylor Swift

09. Needed Me, Rihanna

10. Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery

11. Glorious, Macklemore ft. Skylar Grey

12. Fighter, Christina Aguilera

13. Classic, MKTO

14. Win, CIX

15. Blue Hour, TOMORROW X TOGETHER

In Depth (spoiler free)

🔹 Jojo (Sono Chi no Sadame), Hiroaki Tommy Tominaga

Sono Chi no Sadame is the first opening of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and is truly what sets up the stage for the rest of the series. Jonathan Joestar, being the first Jojo, begins the Jojo legacy in Phantom Blood. The song lyrics heavily foreshadow the future of the Jojo series and describes Jonathan as someone who has honor and always does what is right. Sono Chi no Sadame is a spectacular opening act to the unique concept of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. *side note* Muscially speaking wow this song is incredibly good the crescendoes and frequent tempo changes as well as the instrumentals amaze me- this is easily my favorite Jojo opening.

🔹BREATHE, AB6IX

Hamon (also known as Ripple or Sendo) is a technique that heavily focuses on controlled breathing. Jonathan learned and mastered Hamon in a very short amount of time. BREATHE also has a very light feeling to it, making the song easy to listen to which connects to Jojo as he is a lighthearted and easy going guy.

🔹breathin, Ariana Grande

Likewise as BREATHE by AB6IX, breathin correlates to the Hamon technique that Jonathan used to fight. Adding onto that, Jonathan lived in a grand mansion and was very well off financially. This song has an elegant sound to it. Despite the wealth that he had, Jojo did not have the easiest childhood. Ever since Dio Brando began to live with him, Jonathan saw many mishaps occur with his relationships, reputation, and self esteem. But, Jonathan Joestar never gave up on his morals and values, and he always kept “breathin and breathin and breathin” no matter what, making sure he would always do the right thing.

🔹Silence, Marshmello ft. Khalid

Silence explains and describes Jonathan’s teenage years very well along with his relationship with Dio. Dio coming to live with Jonathan messed him up as Jonathan felt inferior to Dio who was taking the spotlight by being an amazing athlete and intelligent student. This prompted lots of praise from Jonathan’s father and comparing him to Dio constantly, which made Jonathan feel like he wasn’t worth as much. “I found peace in your violence” is a very meaningful line that contributes to Jonathan’s and Dio’s relationship because of the fact that Dio was... an extremely violent person ever since he was a kid and has done crazy evil things to Jonathan, yet Jonathan didn’t really hate Dio because of Jojo’s noble personality- Dio was Jonathan’s “brother,” therefore Jonathan couldn’t hate him. Jojo felt like he had to be silent over Dio’s actions because he didn’t want to spoil the love that his father gave to Dio, again proving how big of a heart Jonathan had.

🔹Dollhouse, Melanie Martinez

Dollhouse is a rather dark song, but is perfect to show off the darker side of Jonathan’s character. As we know, Jonathan is a young man who presents himself as well... perfect. He’s smart, incredibly kind and noble, rich, popular, and athletic. After Dio appeared and started to really turn things around for Jonathan, he had to continue to present the same image of himself even though his home life was becoming a wreck. His own father constantly scolded him and loved Dio to a great extent. “Pose with your brother won’t you be a good sister?” Jonathan knew that Dio’s actions were evil and he had ill intent at such a young age but Jojo had to go along with the act that Dio put on, faking the close brotherly relationship between them.

🔹London Boy, Taylor Swift

Sometimes I forget that Jonathan Joestar is in fact British. London Boy is a song for Jonathan not just because he lives in/by London, but also because the song describes a man who is just so sweet and has a beautiful laugh. The overall song is just so positive and loving towards this English boy. Every time I listen to this song I now think of Jonathan, and a smile always plasters on my face. Taylor Swift also has a lyric talking about watching rugby which reminded me of the iconic Jonathan and Dio rugby scene early in the story. Jonathan is such a respectful gentleman whom everyone just can’t help but fall in love with his lovely English charm.

🔷Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery

After upon listening to this song, I felt like it really gave off Jonathan vibes because of the light but a tinge of melancholy sound to it. Thing song is quite reflective of Jonathan and Erina with the lyrics “I broke all my bones that day I found you crying at the lake” because it reminded me of when Jonathan first met Erina, who was being bullied by a couple of boys but Jonathan risked getting beaten up to stop the bullies from harming Erina. Later, Jonathan was laying on a hill with his dog Danny, feeling quite down because of none other than Dio, but Erina came and dropped off some grapes and his handkerchief and that was what really started off their relationship. The iconic line “she’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook” explains that Erina was Jonathan’s sole happiness in his life.

🔹Fighter, Christina Aguilera

Honestly, Dio really sucked (I still love him *sigh*). He wanted to completely destroy Jonathan’s life and make it absolutely miserable... for what? Well, despite the horrific actions that Dio performed to ruin Jonathan’s reputation and will, that ultimately backfired as Jonathan rose stronger than ever. Of course Jonathan was mad at Dio for his unspeakable actions, but because of him, he was able to have a certain drive where he gained immense strength in a short amount of time. William Zeppeli describes Jonathan as a Hamon prodigy because of how quickly Jojo was able to master it. Jojo was a natural, but again, he had that determination to defeat Dio once and for all. Despite the hardships Jonathan went through as a result of Dio’s decisions, Jonathan did not resent him in the end- Jojo became an extremely powerful individual because of his past.

🔹Classic, MKTO

In order to create a playlist for our favorite gentleman, it’s only necessary that we add a classic gentlemanly song to it! There’s not much of a deep gloomy reason why this song correlates with Jonathan, in fact it’s the complete opposite. Classic is a song that talks about being a classy and polite man, and to put it simply, Jonathan is exactly that.

🔹Win, CIX

From the God of High School soundtrack, Win is a song about fighting and training together as a team. This upbeat song greatly reminds me of the mini team of Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, and William Zeppeli all fighting against Dio and his minions together. Jonathan Joestar was not able to fight Dio without a hamon teacher, William, and an incredibly loyal friend, Speedwagon. This trio had great camaraderie and were overall an incredibly adorable and high morale team.

🔹Blue Hour, TXT

Ok so does this song really have a deep meaning or correlation to Jonathan Joestar? Nahhh not really, I just added it as a bit of a bonus. Blue Hour has an almost fairytale like vibe to it and I just thought it would be something that resonated with Jonathan, especially when he was a child. So, enjoy this little serotonin bonus boost!

⚠️Part 1 Spoilers⚠️

🔹We Belong, Ong Seong Wu

Jonathan’s and Erina’s relationship was very short... but sweet. We Belong is an emotional love song explaining how this one guy meets someone who is their entire world, like when Jonathan met Erina. Through Jojo’s darkest times when he felt like he lost everything, Erina was by his side no matter what. Even though their marriage was abruptly ended with the death of Jonathan, it doesn’t disregard the fact that Erina completely loved Jonathan and supported the Joestar family for the future generations to come. Jonathan and Erina truly belonged together.

🔹My Heart Will Go On, Céline Dion

My apologies, I’m absolutely in love with Jonathan’s and Erina’s relationship. My Heart Will Go On automatically reminds me of the last moments of Jonathan. Since the song was a part of the Titanic soundtrack where there’s a romance story and people die on a sinking ship, it really correlates to Erina and Jonathan going on their honeymoon but Jonathan ending up dead on the ship. Everytime I think of either the song or Jonathan’s and Erina’s last moments together, my heart feels heavy. Both the song and the scene are extremely high in emotions and both suit each other quite well.

🔹Needed Me, Rihanna

Dio killed Jonathan so that he could merge with Jojo’s body, and ultimately use it for evil and for power. “Never told you, you could have it,” symbolizes that Dio forcibly took everything Jonathan had, again including his own body. Although Jonathan would probably never say the lyrics of this song to Dio because he’s so noble, externally everyone knows that without Jonathan, Dio would have been absolutely nothing in Part 3.

🔹Glorious, Macklemore ft. Skylar Grey

The song Glorious questions oneself’s purpose in life, the answer being ‘give back to the people.’ Jonathan has proven that he has countlessly sacrificed himself for others, as was seen when he died on the ship and told Erina to take care of the orphaned baby and to “live a happy life.” Jonathan struggled greatly in his short life, but he always had the passion of helping others since he was born to do so.

🌟Conclusion🌟

Thank you for reading through my first ever blog on Tumblr! I hope you enjoyed the playlist and descriptions! Hopefully this playlist blog series will continue with majority of the main Jojo characters- that’s the plan. Have a good day and/or night💓!

#jonathan joestar #anime #jojo joestar #dio brando #playlists #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 1 #jjba #jjba jonathan

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mimithings97 · 4 years

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Heartache (M)

Summary: You didn’t know such a feeling was so real, so vivid, so hurtful. But it had happened and happened to you before you could stop it. Tae had become written into your life hard and fast, so when you leave you question that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t willing to unwrite him.

Pairing: Taehyung x Y/N

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Heartache for starters, Unprotected sex, Oral (male receiving), Swearing, Nude modelling, Taehyung’s a sappy mess, Mentions of Alcohol

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Can’t lie in saying how morbid it is that I enjoy writing angst. It’s light angst though and a lot lighter than how fucking whipped Tae is at the end. Much love for the bub though, so, enjoy x

Ahhh jungkook features as well forgot to mention. Still love him. Nothings changed there.

Heartache.

Cringy, you once thought to yourself.

How could you be so dependent, so set and so immersed in something that your heart actually aches?

It didn’t make sense to you until the day words were spoken that couldn’t be taken back, bags were reluctantly packed and more tears were shed than there is water in the Thames. Heartache was real, vivid and the hardest thing you have ever had to live through in your 24 years of life. 3 weeks of a deep set dropping in your stomach that couldn’t be shaken despite the booze intake, the occasional listening to his voicemails and the relentless tears.

Your mother told you that if you built up too many walls it would hurt so much more when someone knocked them down. You had told Taehyung this on the first date, your first date, ever, with any man. You had always drawn a line between pleasure and dependency, settling for short flings and the occasional online relationship (purely for the sexting) instead of the commitment and responsibility that weighed on vulnerable shoulders when you bear your entire self to another in a relationship. Taehyung knew this. But he fell and you fell harder. You fell completely and utterly under his spell for three years.

And then he told you he wanted to marry you. Bastard didn’t even propose, just mentioned that one toxic word of marriage and you instantly laid the bricks of that wall he had so unceremoniously knocked down all those years ago.

It felt so adult yet so childish leaving someone over the concept of marriage, but when talks of marriage turn to talks of children and one party wants something completely different to the other, what kind of relationship is there to continue.

So three weeks later, just as the physical pain of emptiness and heartache has begun ebbing away, the emotional trauma of your decision begins to cave in on you.

To Jungkook:

11:31pm

You: I know I said I’d stop this

You: But I really dont know if this is worth the pain

You: His mum sent me a get well soon card today bc he told her i was ill and that’s why i hadn’t visited

You: I’m never going to not love him

You: How does anyone get over this shit its not fair

11:35pm

Guk: Oh noona

Guk: It’ll take lots and lots of time and lots and lots of tubs of ice cream and wine but youre both adults who want different things and not everything is meant to be

Guk: Sacrifice for the greater good right

11:35pm

You: There’s no fucking greater good here

You: I hate this

11:37pm

Guk: Noona you know that down the road hyung wants children. I don’t think marriage was that big, but he’s always wanted to be a dad

Guk: It’s not fair of him to ask you to have something you don’t want but its also not fair to leave him without the thing he’s always desired the most

11:40pm

You: Its just too hard to take

You: It feels like three years for jack shit

11:41pm

Guk: If you’re really struggling that much, noona, talk to him. I know he wants to talk to you still, he’s tried to contact you everyday. Maybe it will give you some closure or just help you see what’s right

11:41pm

You: Love you

Your phone is down as soon as Jungkook mentioned talking to him. How could you take one step forward and a million steps back by talking to him? It would be like hanging just what you want right in front of you but no touching, no talking to them after that 5 minutes of hell, no seeing them ever again. Closure is what you need but never what you’ll want.

The sheets that surround you, nuzzled closely into your neck and still unwashed even after three weeks just to keep that tiny scent of Tae over you naked skin, warm you to the point your eyes drift. You don’t mean to fall asleep so easily, but when every little action weighs so heavy on you during the day, sleep comes too easily. However, so does the nightmares of crawling alone in the black abyss.

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Resuming work was never easy on a broken soul, but alas, here you were, with three weeks of sick pay under your belt you’d rather not have and 20 children at your feet.

Ironic isn’t it.

You break up with the only man you’ve ever loved because you can’t face a future of settling down with children, yet you wake up at the fucking godforsaken hour of 6 am to tend to a bunch of five and six years olds every day. No, you didn’t hate children, but they weren’t the joy of your life either. You were good at your job and you had this mad psychological complex that if you could help a child at five or six like you had so desperately needed at that age, then maybe you’d make their life just that little bit easier and that little bit brighter. Taehyung always found your reason for working so admirable - fuck that look of pure adoration in his eyes when you told him - so he found it equally hard to come to terms with when you told him the opposite. When you told him you couldn’t have your own children because the responsibility scared you. His ears were ringing at the point where you told him you also didn’t want to share him and his kindness, even so, the damage had been done, whatever the reasoning.

“Y/N! Jennie said you were back,” it’s a tight smile from you and a loose hug, but it’s amazing you’ve managed that with the way your head is far from in the room let alone the conversation at hand. “God, I hope you’re better, you were out for a while.”

You squeeze a weak laugh out, “Yeh, it wasn’t all that fun.”

“For a second me and Jennie were thinking you might be pregnant.” The heartache subsides, rivalled by the very distinct feeling of sickness. The ball of energy in front of you persists in conversation, but it’s to drowned ears and for a second you think you’ll faint.

You miss your name being called. Shit, you don’t even know where it’s coming from, because the all-consuming feeling of this tide of emotions has swept you far from your spot in the classroom. Marie in front of you still calls, asking if you’re okay, but it’s the tug on your skirt, not harsh, but enough to garner a reaction that casts your eyes down.

“Miss Y/N?”

It’s Jojo, eyes wide and glaring up at you, still clung to the material of your skirt.

“Miss Y/N, why are you crying?”

You instantly draw the back of your hand to your face and it catches a cascading tear, much to your shock. You face must morph into a mortified expression at the thought of so carelessly crying at work, in the presence of the kids you look after with a smile and a skip in your step each day.

“Miss Y/N, it’s okay to cry. You can draw with me if you feel crying…” he shakes his head, “sad. Sad I mean.”

You feel Marie’s hand on your back, but Jojo’s eyes sweep you into a frenzy of more tears before you find yourself kneeling on the floor by the table. His table, where he sits alone each day, with paper and paints, or pencils, or chalk, sometimes he just folds it and hands it to you saying he made his paper into a flower. He already has one of his drawings on the go but scribbled over it thoughtlessly before starting out on a series of words. ‘To miss Y/n’. Your eyes well further, but his words stop you.

“I think sometimes that drawings can make you better. Can make better the sadness.”

---

“Tae are you still going at it?”

You peer around the corner of the door, leaning half in half out of his man cave to study your boyfriend at work. 5 hours he’d been couped up in there.

“Hmm.”

He didn’t let you see his art until the product was finished, completely finished, because sometimes he’d say he was done and then go back when he’d found the smallest error only to get pissed off that you had witnessed anything other than the completed masterpiece.

“Tae, you’ve been in here for hours, just come out to help me cook.” You plead with him over the canvas, not daring to peak any further.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

He hasn’t looked at you since you came in, his brow well and truely glued into a furrow and the tea you’d brought him earlier cold and untouched beside him. You lower your tone into a more serious one.

“You okay?”

Silence.

“Done.” He doesn’t sound relieved or happy at the finalising of a five-hour art project like most would, like he normally does. He’s merely, ‘done’.

With an apprehensive tone, you ask, “Can I come see?” A gentle nod and you round the canvas, his arm dropping the brush in favour of tugging at the skin of your waist until you’re gently seated in his lap.

It’s beautiful and it’s simplistic and there’s so much life and emotion in it that you know the five hours weren’t all spent with brush to canvas but with him mulling over the memories and thoughts it conjured up.

“Your grandmother’s house?” Your voice is soft, not a pitying soft, but a soft that lets him know he can talk freely.

“Hmm,” he presses a kiss to the shoulder exposed by the shirt that hangs off you loosely. “Wanted to do something for her.”

You let the silence and the painting speak for itself for a while as his hands brush at your sides and you lean into his head that rest against you, chin to shoulder as his warm breath lulls you into calmness.

“You miss her?”

“So much.”

“Painting makes it better?”

… another kiss and a sigh, warm.

“Mmm. Sometimes painting and drawing just makes the sadness a little easier, just makes it better.”

---

You see Tae in this tiny boy, this boy who draws to ease the sadness, who coups himself away on his table to be alone, too afraid to cry in front of the other boys and girls. Is he doing it too? Is he alone and painting?

Then Jojo slides you his paper, wordlessly and your eyes with dried tears, prick once again, heartache replaced with something completely different, regret. And now hope. It’s those small boys words on paper, insignificant to him, and probably tiny in the grand scheme of things, but it’s his words that make you seek out for the one thing you know you can’t live without, the one thing that will heal your sadness.

‘To miss Y/N, i hope your crying gets better soon. Its okay to cry but its also good to make you happy. I hope you find your happy. From Jojo.”

You’d already found your happy, you just had to get him back.

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“Y/N!?”

And it merely takes your name for you to lose every word on your tongue. Any word you could’ve conjured at that moment couldn’t have described how you felt. He looks dishevelled, and beautiful, hair unwashed and falling into his eyes, white top littered with stains and his pyjamas bottoms you bought him for Christmas hanging off his hips.

His eyes lull from their immediate shock before he turns to look at his apartment, running a frantic hand through his hair and stumbling on his words.

“Shit. I- I mean. I wasn’t really thinking- I didn’t expect you.”

You probably shouldn’t have come. Some people would’ve turned and gone the other way. Maybe that was the right thing to do, was that the brave thing? Were you being a coward by rooting to the spot and not being able to speak a word?

He looks at you, then behind you somewhere, then back into your eyes and his gaze sinks so far into yours, you think you might just cry there and then.

“Dooo you want to come in?” He sounds apprehensive, he probably thinks you are too, but all you want to do is be back in his apartment just like three weeks ago, touching him, talking to him unhinged, perhaps feeling the skin beneath his shirt where his heart lies, feeling if his heart has ached as yours has.

With blinking eyes that try not to glaze over, you nod, short and curt, and you miss the puff of air his mouth rings out with relief.

He dashes away once you’re past the threshold, scampering around as if to distract you from the surrounding environment - it’s dusty, too cold and dark with the way the curtains shut out summer light and you barely recognise his floor as wood with the way food scatters and clothes are strewn. Small shards of light reflect from out of the study and your eyes naturally draw there only to find a mess, door open just enough for the hoard of half-finished painting and wasted canvas’ to come into view. The door is closed by Taehyung like he knew where your gaze would lead you.

“I-I’m fucking sorry about this, it’s gross and it’s messy and i-”

“It’s just like mine.” The corners of your mouth turn up sympathetically but also because you’re relieved he’s not okay. It’s awful to say but heartache has clearly done a job on him too and for that you’re relieved. “Don’t worry, it’s just fine.”

“Just fine,” he mutters under his breath with a half-laugh.

You’re still stood stuck to the doormat, jacket hanging tightly to you like a defence mechanism and your hands remain tight to your sides. When his eyes find yours, you seize up further like it’s the first time he’d ever seen you.

---

You’d told Janice one too many times for this situation to be coincidence. You may or may not have told her you were a sucker for exhibitionism. She’d found it all shits and giggles until the art class she headed entered into ‘naked form’ week and it was too good of an opportunity to pass by.

So the robe drops and you’re way too aware of the last time you shaved - you think you’d be prepared, but pair a hangover with a 7:30 start and bodily care wasn’t the first thought to come to mind.

Janice gives off a flow of instructions, pointing to your body like you were a cow on show, and telling the artists to ‘admire her form, the way her body dips and flows and let you brush or pencil do the responding as though her body was talking to you’ - you almost scoff aloud at her waffle because art is so full of shit.

Exhibitionism kink or not, you’re thirty minutes in and the way your hip cramps and you eyelids lower, there is nothing alluring or desirable about this.

But then the door on the far wall swings open all too harshly for your eyes to feign jolting away. And they blow out further when they’re met with the masculine figure uttering apologies and skidding halfway from door to seat with his urgency.

‘Just women’ she said. ‘Nothing to be worried about,’ she said. It ruined the whole ‘i like being stared at by fit men’ at first but then put you a little at ease that some 70 year old man, trying to spice up his last years of life with a too expensive art course, wouldn’t be staring your tits down.

Yet here you were, with a man with eyes too beautiful to be tarnished by the view in front of him, gazing in shock at your naked body.

“Mr. Kim, it’s nude form week. Guessing you didn’t get the email?”

You only have your imagination for what his voice must sound like because he only shakes his head, throat too dried and scorched from you laid out, baring it all in front of him for him to say anything.

But your imagination didn’t do justice in those two hours of torture. Because his voice telling you he’s ‘sorry for interrupting the session’ and even ‘sorrier for being so unworthy of staring at something so beautiful’.

You’d always hated cringe. But cringe never sounded so good when it was spun off Taehyung’s silk tongue.

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“Can I get you anything?”

It’s him who breaks the silence, and it’s a godsend because you were two seconds away from spinning on your heel and cowering out of the entire thing.

“N-no. Thank you, Tae.”

He groans at the timidity of how you say his name and nickname at that.

And silence soaks the atmosphere again, tenser this time because greetings have been uttered, drinks offered and there’s nothing more to say that unspoken words of the past.

That’s what you thought you were here to do at least. To tell him you’re sorry, first and foremost, because you’d never intend to break a soul as tender-hearted as his. Then you were supposed to tell him that you loved him, and you would always love him, and that sacrifice must be made for the greater good.

Jungkook had told you that once. But he’d said Taehyung must be the one sacrificed and you should be the one salvaged - until you realised there was no greater good in that situation, no salvation to be had.

“I’ll sacrifice myself,” words come out loud and unexpected as your train of thought is voiced. They’re too loud also, and they break the atmosphere to his shock, so his brow furrows like he doesn’t understand. “I- I will sacrifice myself for you.”

His face falls and you can’t bear the way his words stutter and his throat fills with a choked cry, as though he’d held it in as soon as your presence had hit him. It must have done the same to you because your body befalls you and tears and on the floor as you work your feet towards where he is rooted.

“I can’t ask that of you. You know I can’t do that,” he closes his eyes when your body meets his, hands firm on his cheeks because they’re wet with tears and his shoulders are hunched in pain, “please.”

“Please.” You reciprocate.

This is it for you. You’ll do anything for this quivering shell in front of you. You’ll plead. You’ll beg. You’ll give up your livelihood and every mantra you have ever told yourself about self-preservation because fuck it, some things are too good that you have to lose yourself in them.

“You- I-”

“I’m- I might not be ready for kids now. I will though. If that’s what it takes. Fuck it I’ll marry you tomorrow.”

He chokes on a sob when his eyes meet your pleading ones and a quick hand wipes the stains from his cheeks so he can see every expression you give to him - untainted and full of love.

“We can take our time over this or we can have it all at once, but it has to be we. I’ll really do it for you, I have to Tae,” another sob and a whimper, “isn’t that what we’re here for. Kids.” You’re babbling now in a frenzied expression of all you have to give, and you’re so lost in his eyes that you laugh out, “‘be fruitiful and multiply or some shit.’ I’ll do it, I swear to you.”

“You’re not even Christian.”

“I would be if you told me to.”

“Fuck.”

He kisses you quick and without care, wanting to feel everything you have to give him like it’s what keeps his heart beating - and it’s beating fast because you finally find fingertips under his shirt and against the pounding that intensifies underneath.

He grapples at your hair, then waist, then hair again because his hands can’t decide on what he wants most. So you grab at them yourself and intertwine fingers as though he’d never left you. Each knuckle deserves a kiss and that’s what you give when your lips part.

“I’m so sorry-” you keep kissing across his hand, “I ever left,” and bring his hands to your neck, “never again.”

The tears subside in his eyes as they do yours. There is still relief, hot and painful inside your stomach because you have come back to him and he has taken you back, as if there were never to be anything but the two of you as one, yet now he finds your lips in something that claims more than just love. Possession. He has to know you’re his.

You were correct when you thought his room would be as sorrowful as yours - heartache as painful as what you had felt.

Food containers stripe the floor dirty. Towels strewn and clothes dirty and forgotten. Again the blinds are closed as though you’re not here at 5 in the afternoon when the sun begins to fall into the red and purple hues of evening.

But the blinds leave enough of a gap that his face is haloed, angelic and all too beautiful for your eyes to feign staring when your mouth departs his. Eyes glow amber and skin glows golden and you never want to look away, not from him, not now.

“You really want this don’t you.” There’s no question to the way Tae speaks. Instead, it’s disbelieving, like he can’t quite fathom that it’s really your shirt he has under his fingertips and your smell that lingers under his nose. Heartbreak had slowed his heart enough that it’s beating too fast for him to keep up with, so he slows it down.

“I really want this- You. I really want you.”

“And everything that comes with me? You’re sure?”

It’s a loaded question but at this point it is so light on your shoulders you laugh, grabbing and pulling up his shirt so you can sink lips to his chest, trying to find the beat of a heart somewhere there.

“You act like you’re a chore, Tae.” You’re eyes soften when he still looks like you like he’s young and vulnerable. “Baby, I am so sorry I ever did this to you. Left. And made you feel like that.”

Your hands map his skin delicately and you preserve how it feels because you hope, but never know, if you’ll feel it again.

“Never again, yeh?”

“Yeah.”

Clothes are shed until he looks at your naked body like the art that he first saw it as. He wants to paint it, remember it and cherish it as though he’s never seen it before. Every scar and blemish, precious to his vision, but the painting would only be worth it to him because he’s all who gets to see you.

“You’re not gonna turn off the lights?”

Something that you’d told him was a habit of yours. Maybe something, a subconscious body image thing that was another way of saying, ‘I can’t give my whole self to you, I’m sorry’. He’d ran with it as though it didn’t hurt his pride. But now, as you push him down on his bed and clamber over his thighs, he’s so grateful he never got to see you in this light, because he loves it all the more now.

Fingertips tremble over your thighs when your hips find his, naked crotch so close to where he throbs.

“Tae,” his eyes don’t meet yours, pieced, instead, onto where your bodies are so close to meeting like his gaze can fuse them together. “Tae, it’s me. Relax.”

Purposefully, your hands find his hair and coax him into a state of submissiveness, because his body still quaked underneath you no matter the words you uttered.

You can’t lie when you say sex was a factor in your relationship you had missed. There was a heartfelt bond that went deeper than sex.

Admittedly the flatmate before Tae, the friends before the boyfriend and your parents who knew you better than you admitted to yourself had all said you were sex before substance. Some hated you for it and some laughed. Some said, ‘I wish I could be as emotionally detached as you’ and some thought you were the local gal whoring about like bodies were meant to be used. Then, somehow, Tae flipped the whole thing on its head. Made you feel butterflies before orgasm and it had you spellbound.

So, no. Sex wasn’t it for you when you were with him.

Yet, here you were, over your man gleaming with the physical sweat of want and need as well as the even more apparent glow of how his body lit up for only you.

“How do you want me Tae, what can I give you?”

“Fuck.” His hands fall over his eyes, not comprehending that you’re his and you’re this plaint. No, he wants you to take over him. “Anything, baby. Fuck. Anything.”

Instantly nails brush over the hardness that had been laid out under your folds obediently since you’d found yourself on top of his crotch.

A man could only control himself so much and immediately Tae found his dick twitching and his hips leaving the mattress in favour of chasing your hand.

“Y/N, I really don’t know if I’ve got it in me for teasing, I’m so horny I could cum!”

Well then.

The outburst has you struggling to fight off a laugh because he seriously is that desperate. Not the laughing kind either. The all-bearing, stripped clean and pleading kind of desperate.

So, you sympathise and let your lips find his, hand still trailing lightly so he doesn’t cum early, but enough for the need to remain.

“You wanna be inside me Tae?” His tongue is on yours yet the words are clear.

“Urgh, fuck, please.”

Your eyes peer between your bodies, mapping where his muscles, tight with restrictions, create a V-shape down to the very distinct outline of a red hard cock. You think it’s photograph worthy in the moment, something worth slipping the camera out for, and if you hadn’t kept his dick pics from months ago maybe you would. But:

“Please baby, -need it.”

You deny yourself the simple pleasure of slipping him in because Tae whining and pleading is something worthy for the spank bank. You drop lower down the bed so his hips meet your eyes and the skin glistens so beautifully in this light you have to leave his dick untouched just so you can kiss around the area.

His stomach, thighs, crotch, they see it all, lips and tongue mapping bold strokes because he tastes just as you remember and you want to savour it.

“Y/N ple- oh fuck,” and the taste of his dick beats anything that preceded it, let alone the noise that came with it.

His tip is taken care of first, small licks and stripes with your tongue, so he’s unsuspecting when you choke him whole.

“FUCK.”

Hands grab your hair violently. He’s deep and hits the back of your throat so you choke, unashamed of the noise. You’re past that and you know he likes it anyways.

You set a rhythm, and it soon becomes clear he’s going to cum from it and that you very much want him to. Your hand finds his balls to fuel the process and the other one snakes to your core because there’s nothing that beats Tae’s moans when he’s getting a good sucking.

“I- Fuck Y/N, I can’t- Shit!”

He’s close. Stomach seizing and balls throbbing in your palm so you sink back down again and take the choke like you want it and you want his cum more. It’s fast from there.

“Love you. I’m cum- Fuckkkkk,” salt and warmth line your throat, but only for a short while because he came quick. His hips stutter a few times and your eyes water when you continue to take it.

Then it’s cold and silent. Yet somehow you feel buzzed. Like someone cumming down your throat was enjoyable. Like you’d do it a thousand times over if it meant he’d say he loved you again.

The hands that had once set deep into your scalp and verged on making you horny now pulled at your cheeks to lift you to eye level.

He’s sweaty and a mess.

“You’re sweaty and a mess baby.”

His laugh is unfiltered, wholesome and worthy of the way your heart stutters.

“Because someone’s got a mouth on them sent from the gods.”

Blush overtakes your cheeks, whilst your stomach tumbles over at the fact that your blowjob skills are up to scratch - you thought a month off might have done something to your ability but clearly, you’re still on point. The bitter taste in your mouth tells you enough.

“What’ve I done to deserve you coming back.”

Sincerity returns into his eyes as well as his words, and somehow you feel his dick twitch again from underneath you. He’s so soft under your hands so you keep feeling at his skin to reassure you he’s real.

“Nothing. You’re enough. You’re it.”

You kiss and kiss again, keep going until the fire ignites in him once more where it still flamed for you.

“Please.”

His voice is low no matter how much he whines so a guiding hand slips him into where you’re filthily wet. And he’s huge despite seed already spilt. He’s loaded like it was meant for you and not your mouth, throbbing enough so your pussy can feel it.

And suddenly you realise it’s bare. Complete bare. As in, bare enough that you are willing to take on a child kind of bare.

His eyes tell the story when yours find his, wide and curious. They roll back into whites when you pull up fully and then sink back down, milking him for all he has so he knows this is your full intention. Naked in every sense.

“Shit, Tae.”

“Fuckkkkk,” he doesn’t swear often, but sex is a must and the quirk of your lips tells him just how much you like him losing himself in pleasure.

He hits deep from here, cock lodged far in and even further when he begins to take control.

His feet plant and his hands pull you down so skin flushes to skin and he can pump up into you with unadulterated need.

Your teeth have to clamp onto his shoulder with the way he hits your cervix, it’s uncomfortable yet you love it. That kind of sex where everything is so fulfilling that you just can’t mutter ‘stop’. How could you say such a thing anyway when he’s groaning that he loves you with every upbeat.

It hits good once. Twice.

“Tae, fuck. There.”

Three times.

“Here?”

Again.

“Oh my fuc- Fuckkk,” and there’s nothing you can do when you’re so stimulated you tumble deep and hard onto him and continue to do over and over in waves.

He’s finding his end in the way your pussy grips him.

“Baby. Y/N, Cunt so good, jesus.”

You’re burning when he’s going so fast the headboard bangs louder than your moans. So your hand quickly finds his balls underneath you and that does him, unravels him to the point he quakes.

“Holy- Love you. Love you. Fuck. Love you.”

Your ears might ring but that’s all you hear for the next minute. His mantra that keeps his lust alive until his love is so set in stone the words are not needed.

Your hand, winding into his hair and the thrum of your heart against his tells him enough.

It’s this. Silence and tranquillity yet with the constant buzz of electricity all around you.

You’re still there entangled, limbs on limbs and lights touches on bare skin as the slither of light through the blinds turns ruby red in the heat of sunset.

You know his eyes must glow golden from where the sun angles on his face so you can’t help but spare a glance. And you’re right when you imagined it as beautiful because the sun bathes him like it was meant to.

He’s still awake because his eyes flutter when you trail the outside of your fingers down his cheek and then onto his lips. It’s even more apparent when he brings his hand up to yours so he can kiss each knuckle individually.

“You came inside.”

It weighed heavy on you, the obvious factor that had happened earlier. And before allowing the beauty of the moment to settle in you had to see his expression when you mentioned it.

Yet there’s nothing but closed eyes and the slight smile that had been painted on his lips since you’d told him how much you wanted him.

“Mmm.”

“And you’re okay with that?” It’s not harsh, just a question from you. A security query because you have to know what this was for him. Caught up in the moment or something deeper?

His eyes bolt open at the question though.

“Are you?”

You almost have to think. Almost.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“And so am I.”

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