#and im not willing to reconsider that

[straightlightyagami]

maybe the reason people on here do not understand what terfs/gc radfems believe and often cannot even tell them apart from transphobic conservatives,or just transphobes who are not radfems in general, (like they will say stuff that is in most cases very obviously untrue about terf beliefs like “terfs want women to be feminine” and “terfs have nothing against cis men actually they only care about trans people”) is that they cannot grasp that terfs genuinely view trans men as women and trans women as men. and then they get mad when people tell them their perception of this ideology is incorrect. i think this is a pretty dangerous trend bc this is how they recruit people, someone hears all this stuff radfems supposedly believe, arguments against strawmen instead of the actual thing, and then they hear actual radfem beliefs and go “so i was lied to.” since this person doesn’t understand the basis of this sort of bigotry, they may begin to believe it if it is introduced with a different explanation.

so to say, in order to defeat your enemy you have to understand them and you clearly do not

[reloaderror]

this is where this year's solstice yoite is at btw and no i didn't intend for it to be a carbon copy of the last yoite i made OTL

[tea-is-toast]

The type of text you send your househusband?

[ballpit-bakery]

the jammers are rioting in the streets because AJHG added a way to get money fast and everyone was upset that the half n half system cost them the darkside win and maybe Club Geoz

[sleepymarimo]

❝𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩!❞

synopsis: you're tasked with waking up zoro for dinner, but it's hard to make him budge.

pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: more tooth rotting fluff for my favorite swordsman :) wc: ~1.6k an: i had a dream about this and added some even more fluff because why not. ty all i hope you enjoy <3 also i realized i have a decent chunk of zoro fics about napping lol maybe this is why im sleepymarimo i just love that sleepy lil guy

"Where the hell is that shitty swordsman?" Sanji grumbles, cigarette hanging from his lips as he sets a hefty plate of rice on the dining table.

Even though you're acutely aware that the marimo is missing, you pretend to peer over shoulders and swivel your head to give the impression that you're just as clueless as everyone else. You're already sat at the table, utensils neatly resting beside your plate.

Everyone else is already in the dining room, Luffy practically on the brink of perishing as the food is placed before him. Chopper and Usopp are close behind, their forks glinting in the light.

Robin is patient, smiling at the sight before her, the one she's grown to love. "I believe he said something about taking a nap," she reveals, her fingers wrapping around the stem of a wine glass. "He might be holed up in the boy's room."

"You mean the men's room?" Franky speaks up in an attempt to lighten the mood, the cola bottle in his hand hissing as he pops the cap.

Nami shakes her head, not in the mood to entertain the hooligans she calls her crewmates- her family. When Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper start to chant for their food, the navigator's last straw cracks into a million pieces.

Her chair slides back with a screech as she stands, planting her hands on the table. "Ugh, I can't believe that guy, sleeping through dinner!" The sigh she gives is intentionally dramatic, her charm working its magic as Sanji quickly offers to knock some sense into the green-haired swordsman.

It all comes to a halt when a pair of hands sprout from the table, tugging at the cook's shirt in a silent command to stay put. All eyes go to Robin, her knowing gaze easily hiding whatever ploy is running through her mind.

She calls your name and you immediately feel your cheeks warm, though you still feign obliviousness even if it seems like she's peeking right into your brain.

"Why don't you get Zoro?" she suggests, yet deep down you know you don't have an option.

Even if the thought of protesting crosses your mind, the chorus of growling stomachs and pleas for you to hurry have you standing and scampering up the stairs and to the deck.

Standing in front of the door to the boy's cabin, you feel your stomach drop a bit. You're quite literally entering a tiger's den, into the willing jaws of a beast who has been known to treasure booze, swords, and naps above all else.

The air inside the room is significantly more warm, heavy, compared to the cool breeze blowing outside. It's dark, your eyes adjusting to the lack of lighting as you carefully step over shoes and dirty clothes.

For a moment the beds seem empty and you wonder if he's even inside, yet the massive figure atop one of the bunks makes you quickly reconsider that thought.

His bare back rises and falls at a leisurely pace, his arms sprawled over the sides of the bed while he lays on his front. Cheek pressed comfortably into his pillow, Zoro naps away without much care for anything else.

After gawking for a second or two, you step toward the bunk, mentally cursing, and steel yourself for what feels like the millionth time. The wooden structure is a bit too tall for you to get a look at him, so with a small grunt you step onto the bottom bunk and grip onto the rails to hoist yourself up.

As soon as you take a glimpse over the top bunk's railing, you feel the warmth of his exhales across your nose and cheeks. It makes your face warm, your own breaths stalling as you take in the sight of him looking so… serene.

His face is softened, relaxed, a stark contrast to the pinched brows and scowls he usually wears.

Imagining the exasperated faces of your hungry crewmates, you get on with your small mission. Even though you're there to wake him, you're considerate enough to keep mindful of your tone. "Zoro?" comes his name from your lips, a murmur not quite suited for waking a beast.

The most you get out of him is the slight wrinkling of his nose, like a fly had perched there for a second before buzzing off. In a way it's expected given that he's slept through storms and whole marine attacks.

Your tone is louder the next time you call his name, more firm, his silhouette becoming pronounced as your eyes adjust to the dark room. "Zoro," you call again, arms starting to ache from how you're pulling yourself up to the top bunk.

Again, nothing. It's almost comical at this point, really.

You resist the urge to groan in frustration, your options becoming more limited. Time really isn't on your side here, not when the odds of a hungry pirate barging into the room increases by the second.

Taking a big breath, you decide that this is going to be the last try. This is going to be the one to wake the marimo, whether he likes it or not.

Unfortunately, the sea has other plans for you.

The ship hits a patch of rough water, the violent movement causing you to lose your grip on the railing tethering you to the top bunk. Your breath also catches when the sudden jolt makes your feet slip off the mattress belonging to the bottom bed, your heart skipping a beat when you feel yourself starting to fall back.

You're fully prepared to brace yourself against the harsh floor, your muscles tensing and jaw tightening, but you don't even have the chance to fall back a single inch.

A strong arm, previously hanging limp over the bed, curls around your waist and holds you steady. It supports all your weight, even as your legs kick out in an attempt to find solid ground. With your face suddenly squished into the junction of his neck, your own arms act on instinct and wrap around his shoulders.

Zoro's awake now, steel-grey eye open and aware as if he hadn't been knocked out cold just seconds ago. His senses have a unique threshold, not bothering to pick up on the calls of his name but always managing to be ready when his crewmates need him most- especially you.

His skin is warm, a tell tale sign that he'd probably been napping for hours. Tightening his grip on you, he sits up, pulling you with him. You're still disoriented, wondering why you haven't hit the floor, but he's as sharp as ever.

"The hell are you doin'?" he grumbles, voice still heavy from his rest, carrying that delightful rasp. His irritated tone is a facade, more of a light chide than anything. "You tryin' t'break your neck or something?"

You feel like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing a couple times while you're still dangling from the top bunk. It's hard to not get in a few mumbled apologies, not knowing if he's ticked from being stirred from his sleep.

"Dinner is ready," you reply, managing to find your words, your hold on him not letting up due to fear of falling once more. He feels so warm, the definition of a guilty pleasure, and you're left to exert as much self-control as possible.

He lets out a scoff, amused, then grunts as he finally realizes you're still hanging over the bed. His hand moves, sliding across your waist to grab at the back of your shirt. While Zoro's strength is known throughout all the seas, it always leaves you in awe. With nothing more than a bicep curl, he hoists you up and onto the top bunk with him.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sink into the soft mattress, the bunk creaking with the added weight and how Zoro shifts into a seated position. Legs crossed over one another, he stretches his arms over head, unintentionally showing off his physical prowess.

Your eyes find the ceiling out of respect, but mostly because you're another second away from bursting into flames.

He yawns, then rubs at the back of his neck. "Dinner, huh?" he repeats, finding the answer satisfactory enough and shrugging his shoulders. "They sent the right person. I don't need that shitty cook hurling a kick my way."

You nod and even get out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure waking up to me almost falling is a lot better," you joke, looking over the bunk to see the drop to the floor.

"It's no problem," he assures, his gold earrings catching in the slivers of moonlight entering through the window as a lazy smirk grows on his face. "I got ya."

While you'd be willing to skip dinner to stay with the swordsman, your stomach protests with a hefty grumble. Zoro's stomach follows suit, making it's need for food known. The timing of it makes another laugh slide past your lips, a sound that makes his smirk soften into something more genuine.

With a small grunt, he hops off of the top bunk and lands on the floor with a solid thud. "Alright," he starts, stretching his back out a bit more before lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Let's go eat." His arms raise, ready to help you down from the bed. Whether you want to take the ladder or propel yourself into his embrace, he silently vows to be there to offer support. Although Zoro could be stubborn, gruff, and brash, he'd never let you fall, not ever.

[aluraveil]

im thinking about yandere ex dazai and reader. im thinking of a scenario where reader begs dazai for his help but he says no. dazai only does this because he wants you to beg him even more.

"d-dazai!" i begged as i clung onto his arm. "p-please help me! im begging you please"

"hmm?" he narrowed his eyes at you, looking at you with a cold menacing gaze. "and why would i do that?"

you're taken aback by the way he looks so.. scary. "w-what? please! you're the only who can help me!"

"no." dazai replies back with a harsh tone. "not interested."

your eyes widen in disbelief. what an idiot you were to think that he would want to help at all. dazai only does things to benefit himself after all. he doesn't care about you. gosh, you felt so stupid. he never even loved you in the first place.

your mouth opened and closed. your eyes were wide before they returned back to normal. "okay.." you said with a sad tone before you ran away in embarrassment. from that day onward, you told yourself that you would never speak to dazai or even look his direction. he doesn't deserve your attention.

after that day, your life became even more of a mess. bills were starting to pile up even quicker, you were at risk of being evicted, you got fired from your job, no matter what you did bad luck seemed to follow you everywhere. you couldn't keep up with your bills and you were always stressed out. some days, you didn't even go with any food. you were so terribly hungry.. you always felt sad and lonely.

unbeknowst to you, dazai was overjoyed when you begged him for help. he was secretly excited that his plan had worked. he wanted to make you beg. he wanted you to beg him to help you. he wanted to see the cute sad expression on your face when he would act cold and arrogant towards you. he loved having so much power over you.

dazai's plan was to ruin everything in your life. he got you fired from your job and nobody was willing to hire you. you were at risk of being evicted and soon you would have no home. at the lowest point in your life, dazai wanted to see you come back to him and beg him. he wanted to see your desperation and worst of all, he got off on it. he purposely declined helping you the first time because he wanted you to beg him to change his mind. he wanted you to plead for him to reconsider.

dazai knows that after this, you would refuse to even look in his direction nor even think of begging him for help. but when the hunger in your stomach becomes too overwhelming, you will have no choice.

this was all apart of his plan after all. he wants you to want him.

[lurkingshan]

hi there i hope im not bothering you but i was hoping you could recommend me some good japanese bls? hopefully completed ones? no pressure ofc!

Can I recommend you some good Japanese bls? *laughs maniacally* Oh my anonymous friend, you have come to the right place.

First, go here for a nice little variety pack of some of my all time favorites to get you started. I will add some more gems here in no particular order (all of these are complete and available to stream):

Kieta Hatsukoi (Viki)

You have probably heard of this tumblr fav about a very confused mess of a boy who gets into all kinds of Situations while trying to sort out who he has feelings for and what it even means to like somebody. This one is super sharp, funny, and has an endearing ensemble cast.

Kabe Koji Nekoyashiki kun Desires to be Recognized  (Viki)

Two childhood friends--one a doujinshi artist, one a pop idol--reconnect and get the chance to sort out old feelings. This one has great wacky energy while still being quite emotionally deep.

Life: Love on the Line (Viki)

This bl film follows a pair of high school lovers through coming of age and the challenges of adulthood as queer men. It's so lovely.

Seven Days (Youtube)

A short film told in two parts, this is a very simple story about a high school boy who is willing to date anyone who asks for a week, and the classmate who is so curious about this guy's deal that he decides to take a week for himself. I bet you can guess what happens next!

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun (GagaOOLala, Viki)

Two high school boys decide to date each other. That's it, that's the show, and despite that incredibly simple premise there's a lot here.

If It's With You (GagaOOLala)

A jaded before his time kid who doesn't believe in love meets a nice boy and reconsiders. Another very simple one, but so well executed.

My Personal Weatherman (GagaOOLala)

And on the not so simple end of the spectrum, this is a story about two men whose communication problems run so deep that they've managed to enter into a relationship with wildly different ideas of what exactly they are to each other. Equal parts kink and confusion.

Perfect Propose (GagaOOLala)

The story of an overworked salaryman who reunites with his old high school friend and moves him in as a de facto caretaker. This one is very cathartic for anyone who's ever had a soul destroying job.

At 25:00 in Akasaka (GagaOOLala)

Two former college classmates are cast opposite each other in a bl drama. Old feelings and insecurities return, professional and personal boundaries get blurred, and communication struggles ensue.

A Man Who Defies the World of BL (GagaOOLala, Viki)

This hilarious parody of Japanese bl is most fun to watch after you've immersed yourself in the others, because the jokes will land harder the more familiar you are with the genre and its tropes. There are now three parts to this and they play out as a continuous story.

I will stop there for now or we could be here all day. I hope you find some shows to enjoy, anon! Feel free to stop by for recs anytime. And for ongoing shows, I am always tracking Japanese ql here.

[lucvly]

girllll please do a smut where matt is on tour the reader is on the phone with him and she starts hearing his heavy breathing and grunts so she stops talking and he says something like “keep talking pretty girl, im so close”

— radio, matt sturniolo. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: smut smut smut. also this is short my bad. not proofread.

a/n: oh my god i saw this and knew i had to get cooking. i’m working on so many reqs rn be patient w me i beg !! sensitive stans dni i bite

at first, matt had begged you to come with him on tour, you two were together almost every day so it wouldn’t be all that different from your usual routine. however, as much as you would’ve loved to join him, you had to stay back home and tend to some important work matters. this meant having him away for almost a whole month.

not having your boyfriend around was painful to say the least. sure, you had work, family and friends to keep you busy, but nothing compared to having his presence right there next to you. of course, you texted every day at almost every hour, and you called each other every night to tell the other about your day and just hear each other’s voice.

on this specific night, matt asked you to call him a bit earlier than usual, which you didn’t mind at all. at the end of the day you got to hear your boyfriend’s voice, but it did seem a bit out of the ordinary.

“hi princess, nick and chris went to target to get some things we need, so i figured we could call a bit earlier.” matt spoke, his voice just as sweet as always, though you could sense a small smile in his voice. “tell me about your day, i wanna hear every detail.”

and that’s how an almost endless rant about your day started. you’d had an incredibly long day, you told him all about how you went to the bookstore in the morning and got some books that you’d been dying for, how you’d gotten some work done after that, then you told him about some meaningless argument you had with your mom.

“it was annoying, but– we’ll get over it.” you let out a soft sigh, laying back on your bed.

“i’m sure you will, baby.” matt’s voice seemed a bit deeper and breathier than usual.

his reply made your brows slightly furrow, normally he’d offer some sort of advice, try to comfort you or distract you but his reply was simply– underwhelming. he was never this quiet when it came to you. what on earth could he possibly be doing that made him go quiet— oh. as if on queue, to pull you out of your thoughts, you heard a shaky breath on the other line, followed by a slick and wet movement.

suddenly all the pieces started to click together in your head. was he jerking off? the thought of it made a small smirk appear on your face. you couldn’t believe him. he didn’t even have the decency to tell you so you could help him or join him? so that’s why he called you a bit earlier when his brothers were out, and that’s why he seemed so off throughout the call.

a part of you just wanted to go ahead and join him, tell him how much you’ve missed him over the past few weeks, how much you’ve been craving his fingers inside of you, or simply how much you’ve missed him inside of you. but the other part of you wanted to see how far he was willing to take this. it was funny enough that he didn’t realize you were already catching onto his situation, teasing him a little wouldn’t hurt.

“what should i do? i’m just, upset. you know?” your voice managed to sound the slightest bit sad, yet a smirk was displayed on your face.

“i– yeah, i mean–” he cut himself off before reconsidering continuing further with an act he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep up with any longer. the slick sounds from the other line had picked up a quicker and swifter speed.

“hm?” you only let out a hum. knowing he was getting off to your voice was incredibly hot, but you wanted to see what would happen if you just– stopped talking. knowing you had full control over him without him even realizing it was simply arousing.

all that could be heard from the phone were soft grunts and heavy breaths, followed by some slick sounds which only made the smirk on your face grow slightly wider.

“fuck– princess, just do me a favor and keep talking for me, yeah? i promise i’ll make it up to you.” his voice was breathy, short pauses with shaky breaths between almost every word.

“care to tell me what’s going on?” you teased, letting out a soft giggle. you were just as turned on as he was, but you wanted to focus on your boyfriend’s pleasure first and foremost because of the short amount of time you had before his brothers came back.

“shit– just keep talking, pretty girl, i’m so close, please.” his breathing was shaky, you could hear the slick and wet sounds getting louder, picking up a quicker speed as a low grunt could be heard over the phone. “god, i miss you. i miss being inside of you.”

“and i miss having you here with me, i wish i could take care of you,” your voice was sweet, and your cheeks started to heat up with the tint of a soft pink color. “i miss you.”

your voice was needy and barely even audible, but those three words were all he needed to reach his release. the pace of the wet sounds managed to quicken even more before a soft “shit–” could be heard over the phone, followed by a slightly louder groan as the slick sounds began to cease.

“you’re the best, you know that?” his voice was almost a whisper. he was clearly tired out, his voice a bit deeper yet softer than usual.

“at least let me join next time,” you joked, playfully rolling your eyes as if he was right there next to you to see it. a small smile was still displayed across your face as you twirled a strand of hair around your finger.

“i will. i promise. next time will be all about you, princess.”

[oatmealdoodles]

*Spoilers for HB Full Moon*

I don’t have my thoughts coherent enough to make a clear post so im just gonna ramble

GOD this episode was a trip. Was expecting it to all be Stolitz, and then it took a hard turn with the Cherubs and the FBI, and to be honest I couldn’t care less about them. It wasn’t bad by any mean, but I was disappointed to see over half the episode titled “Full Moon” was gonna be about something other than Stolitz

And then in the last FIVE MINUTES they pull out all the stops and give us this

VIV YOU WERE HOLDING OUT ON US

I love the way this episode did misunderstandings, which is something people usually hate, because you can SO EASILY see where everyone’s coming from, and they are both completely justified. Stolas only meant good, he wanted to break the toxic deal he had with Blitzo, and he was very thorough about it. But he took Blitzo’s first bad reaction as a sign that he didn't love him, instead of giving him time to think. And Blitzo’s first reaction to someone loving him and genuinely wanting the best for him to be that they’re faking it HURTS. His outburst seems irrational but when you take into consideration how much he’s been rejected, it almost makes sense that he would assume Stolas is getting rid of him, because he’s SO CONVINCED that no one could ever love him.

And I was expecting pain, but I was NOT expecting Stolas to be choking through his tears hurt by Blitz

THIS WAS A STEP TO FAR VIV I THOUHT WE WER FRENDS

I also LOVE how this episode establishes Stolas’s charachter growth. Going back to the first episode, Im sorry but these are NOT the same people

Before Stolas was cruel and dismissive of Blitzo, only wanting to sleep with him. But now he’s grown into someone who genuinely loves him, and is willing to give up their relationship if thats what would make Blitzo happy. And this was all super subtle, over the course of many confrontations. You almost don’t realize it’s happening, but it feels so natural. You can FEEL how much Stolas loves Blitzo in this scene, and genuinely wants the best for him.

Also How Blitzo looked so HAPPY to see Stolas, he went on a night out shopping for him and looked SO EXITED to finally see him. And just how DESPERATE he looks when Stolas is saying he wants the grimware back, literally crying and begging Stolas to reconsider. I dont think I need to say this but I dont think this is about the book. GOD I hurst that the first time we’ve seen Blitzo exited about seeing stolas AND IT END LIKE THIS.

There are also so many parallels with Blitzo and Stolas switching sides, Blitz now being the h0rny one and Stolas the one who truly cares. It’s a ‘how the tables have turned” that makes this episode all the more painful once you realize:

(thanks to @timkontheunsure and @miyakuli for pointing these out)

And BROOOO THE CHANDELEIR FROM WHEN THEY WERE KIDS IN THE FINAL SHOT I didnt even realize this at the beginning but whYYY?

edit: I LOVE people pointing out that Blitzo screaming at Stolas might have reminded him of his toxic relationship with Stella, which might be why he shut down and cried, because that’s what he did with her.

anyways I think that’s all I got so have some Fizzy to cheer you up

[nights-at-crystarium]

i just wanted to pop by and gush about how incredibly well written vivi is because GOD. his story unfolding has made me reconsider several story beats about my wol and thats an amazing thing

theres two things that i think uve done especially well with his storytelling, being that vivi feels like an almost complete enigma to the reader, despite how intimate this story is, and the fact that vivi feels incredibly human - almost TOO human to be comfortable with

so to elaborate on the first point - i think a lot of us (and certainly i can) echo thancreds sentiment that he doesn't know vivian rell, because as intimate as this story can get with his pov, in the end, much like someone you'd meet in real life, we don't know much about him before the point we meet him, and any glimpses we get just signal that theres so much more to him than we get to see. and as much as we DO know about him, i find that every time he does one of his blank, furrowed stares that signal he's thinking something, my brain practically lights on fire trying to figure out what he's considering. to that end i really like how enigmatic uve made him from a storytelling perspective, because it makes him feel so much more real!!! i honestly look forward a lot to learning more fragments (heh) of him and slowly piecing together a puzzle of him as the story goes on. i just want to rotate him in my head lol

but also, this does segue into my other point really well, which is the fact that vivis position as wol really seems to wear on him, and he seems for lack of a better word, completely exhausted! i know (myself included) write their wols with a trait of an almost unbreakable, iron will, which is very much still true in vivis case (again, anyone who gets to the point of shadowbringers without flat out giving up is incredibly strong by default) but showing him at his wits end, exhausted with the burdens of a hero, someone just so throughly *done* with what is, realistically, a pretty shit job is well... yeah! of course he is! he's only human, and he's what, saved the world 3 times now? seen countless die before him, powerless to save them, of course he's numb. the fact that the most defining experiences of the first for him are filled with mostly such... benign experiences, and that the major, climatic moments of shadowbringers get as much fanfare as a forlong gaze, or a like. him hanging out with his fairy bestie is such a cool storytelling decision. (also before i ramble about this the decision to not even show tesleen is such an excellent decision bc like. it makes sense for him for this to not be such a significant moment. shes just another death, another tally to the thousands hes already seen. or maybe im reading WAYYY too hard into a decision to not highjack this love story with plot) basically, what i've been gushing about is the fact that vivi feels very much like a whole person, and is probably one of the most well realised wols ive ever read about. and his relationships with the world leaders, and this impossible burden hes forced to shoulder has gotten me to reconsider how i write my wol, because yeah! any hero might be strong-willed and resilient, but theyre still human, and the burden of a warrior of light is maybe, a little too much for anyone to bear.

i hope u could at least make something out of my rambles, but honestly to sum it all up i am incredibly captivated by vivi. i originally read fragments because i like ANY wolgraha content but now, i come back almost exclusively to see how vivi's story unfolds, and how graha eventually comes into the fold too. hes such a fascinating character, and i think youve done an incredible job of creating a well rounded hero, full of humanity!!! (also, if you want, feel free to post this on ur blog!!)

I think I shat myself like 5 times while reading this (positive)

Vivi being an enigma wasn't really part of the plan. We have a pool that's his lore, things I wanna tell, and a bottleneck through which it has to go. The comic format forces me to consider what bits of info to deliver when, there's only so much I can tell at a time. One deliberate choice I made is completely burn the bridge between ARR and ShB, skip, leave it empty. That already sparks questions when we see a different Vivi at the beginning of ShB (and gives me leeway, time to write with more nuance, I didn't Think about HW-SB in such scrupulous detail as ShB).

I wanted to tell a primarily ShB story from the start, but had less ambition, and planned to condense the angsty bits that you're reading nowadays into an infodump told by Vivi to no one (to the reader). Changing the receiving party to a tangible character who's eager to learn (Exarch) made the info easier to digest and anchored it in the world. This change, fwiw, happened in like 2022 while I drew the ARR arc, saw the warm reception, and got more excited about my thing. I constantly learn and try to improve, writing's a new toy that brings me tons of fun.

So, when I learned the new trick - telling things through other characters - I thought, why not make everyone slightly wrong, or rather, with a specific snapshot of Vivi in their head. Same happens irl, people only know the version of you that they're exposed to, the only person who knows the full and real you is you.

That brings me to the next point, why Vivi feels so human: I made him not as a wol/hero, but a guy I wanna ship with Exarch, his foil. Obligatory note it was dumb of me to ignore Emet's existence in that case, but that's already changed. Exarch denies himself the simple human joys, he plots his own fucking death, so I thought I'd give him a guy that teaches him how to enjoy being alive again. That was THE foundation of Vivi, his core. He's a manic pixie dream boy.

Then I started asking how and why: why he falls for Exarch specifically instead of ARRRaha? He's confident, selfish, casual (these traits are what Exarch lacks), emotionally intelligent, where did that come from? He must've had an utterly normal life and loving family before he became a hero. He grew up being appreciated and happy. OH, then his ass must LOATHE the current situation because he can't go back to that normal life! So on, so forth.

i find that every time he does one of his blank, furrowed stares that signal he's thinking something, my brain practically lights on fire trying to figure out what he's considering.

This's me carefully dropping the breadcrumbs and hoping that you notice them, and you go HOLY SHIT BREADCRUMBS, this's so validating ;w; <3 This's overtly called a story hook, though I prefer "door". So far this story's only opened doors, as in hinted at more stuff without immediately showing it. I love it when questions get delayed answers, when you get time to stew on it and build up anticipation, then, when the door finally closes, it's much more satisfying. I keep in mind all the doors I've opened, if something provokes a question, it's by design.

(also before i ramble about this the decision to not even show tesleen is such an excellent decision bc like. it makes sense for him for this to not be such a significant moment. shes just another death, another tally to the thousands hes already seen. or maybe im reading WAYYY too hard into a decision to not highjack this love story with plot)

You're 100% correct!! I'm not retelling the canon ShB story from a default wol pov, this's a custom thing focused on ships, therefore anything that doesn't contribute to said ships gets cut. You may read what's NOT shown as what Vivi doesn't pay attention to.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, this gave me so much motivation like you wouldn't know ;//////;

[luimagines]

IM LATE IM LATE IM SO LATE OH MYGOD anyways Divorce hcs with the links?? :3

Sure. Let's cry today. And naturally this has to come from you since this was your idea. :)

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

Hyrule

Easily takes it the worse out of everyone.

Like hello? He tried so hard to not only work up the courage to get past his insecurities, but to also allow himself the privilege vulnerability in a world that's actively hunting him down

AND ACCEPT THEIR LOVE IN RETURN!?!?!

That would have been years in the making

And then to have it ripped away from him??

To be on cloud nine than have the rug pulled form under him?

You think it's not going to go bad? that he's not going to be depressed?

That he's not going to rethink everything that led up to that point?

How bad are you willing to bet that it's going to get? Because I'm thinking potential self harm in whatever manner it may be- for better or for worse- since he no longer cares about what happens to him

If the entire world wasn't hanging by the threat of his blood being spilled, he probably wouldn't have survived that kind of hit, you know?

Not to mention that he's probably going to be able to look at you for a long time afterwards.

Every time he does he's reminded that despite his best efforts and every humble thing he had to offer you, it wasn't enough.

Hyrule: Is doing his best to make things work

You: Yeah, it's not working

If he was trying to save a sinking ship by throwing out all the water with a bucket, why didn't you say something earlier?

Or maybe you did but clearly things just weren't the same.

But after a while, his doubts and insecurities rear their ugly head

You knew... you knew that it wouldn't be the easy life, living with him. You knew. He told you. He laid everything on the table for you since the beginning.

Why did you agree then?

Why couldn't you have simply turned him down to begin with?

It would have hurt. But he would have been past the hurt by this point.

He would have already healed

He spent so long invested in this to make sure you wouldn't regret choosing him

And he's here anyway.

Not that he's ever going to say this out loud.

He's aware enough that you're allowed to live your life as you please at the end of the day- more so if you want to leave him

But why???

Why waste time like this? Why hurt him like this?

He dwells on this for a long time and it's going to take him a long time to feel ok again

It's best to cut it cold turkey then and leave him alone.

Warrior

What... what do you mean?

Weren't you doing ok?

He thought you were both ok.

You came to him, telling him that his job took too much time from him.

Warrior gets whip lash.

He knew it was demanding but he was trying his best to spend as much with you as possible.

If he wasn't working he was with you

You had talked about cutting back to save more so he could retire earlier.

This job was a temporary circumstance

He was almost there

Warrior would try to get you to talk about it but if you weren't having it... what could he do?

He doesn't want this.

It took him so much to open up to anyone

He thought you were different. You didn't go after him for his title or power or connections.

He just didn't think those would be the things that would be your breaking point.

Warrior thought that it was that you liked him for him.

Now you're telling him he wasn't good enough?

He begs, no, pleads you to reconsider.

He doesn't want to lose you.

He starts getting insecure and begins to question everything.

When did this start? Was it something he did? Was it something he didn't do? Why didn't you talk to him? Did you even truly love him? Why didn't you want to make it work?

He could have met you halfway.

Is there someone else?

That's a question that cuts him to his core.

If you truly decide to leave him and go on your merry way, Warrior throws himself further into his work.

His retirement plans were for your benefit. He's still young. He doesn't have family. He has no one depending or expecting anything from him.

He has no other home to return to.

Warrior will stay in the Queen's court then.

He will also stay out of relationships from that point on.

If another comes along then it will take a lot of persistence on their part to get through to him.

Four

His entire body freezes up

But he thought-

He could have sworn-

Sure, your relationship wasn't perfect but he was happy with it.

He was doing everything he could to make things work.

He thought that it was working.

What do you mean you want other things?

What do you mean this wasn't what you thought you wanted?

Why are you doing this?

Why bring this up?

No.

No. He doesn't want this.

Where did you think you could go with this?

Give him a reason.

Give him a single solid reason for this divorce.

He doesn't want to lose you-

But really... even if he doesn't agree with your reason, is that all the more reason to let you go?

Were you just looking for a reason to leave this entire time?

Do you think you could just cut him off? Just like that? After thing you went through together?

Have you been talking to someone and he didn't know it?

He gets angry.

He's heartbroken.

Was this an easy decision to come to? How long have you been thinking about this?

He goes to work, throwing all his frustrations onto the anvil.

Four wears himself out quickly.

After weeks of letting the process go through he finally comes home to an empty house.

He looks around his house for the first time since you mentioned it.

All of your stuff is gone.

He sits by the couch- feeling too tired to process any emotion he may be feeling.

Until he cries himself to sleep.

Sky

His reality crashes, much like the plate he was in the middle of washing.

He's sorry...but what?

Maybe he misheard you... somehow

"What did you say?"

You repeat yourself and say that you're going to leave him.

"....Ok but.... why?"

His brain shuts up and he's no longer thinking.

Goes along with it

Because what else he supposed to do.

Is this even something he can fight? Should he fight?

You brought it up. Is this something you want? Probably.

He loves you. He wants you to be happy. Would this make you happy?

He promised to do everything in his power to make you happy. He promised to support you through thick and thin, even at the cost of his own happiness.

He vowed that on your wedding day.

Sky tries to get your side of the story.

He tries to see what he did wrong.

If there was something you wanted out of him that he wasn't giving you, then he wants to know.

If there was something that he did too much of, he wants to know.

If there was a moment where you realized he was different than what you thought he was, well... he wants to know that too.

He cries every night.

You moved out early, not wanting to see him at his lowest so you could go through with the decision.

It's not that you hated him... but you weren't going to change your mind about this.

He knows that he was supposed to help with the surface settlement stay sturdy and strong, but he really just wants to be with his loft wing right now.

But what if you also went back to Skyloft?

Sky isn't sure he can handle seeing you again without breaking down into bitter sobs.

Even if you decided to stay on the surface, even if it was to get away from him, he not so sure he would be able to handle that either.

Granted, the surface is much larger than Skyloft would have ever hoped to be- but he would much rather you choose the direction and he'll go the opposite way.

News travels fast about your divorce.

There's only so many people for it to go to and everyone knows everyone any way.

Sky isn't so sure that he likes that about his people anymore.

Twilight

Sits you down and wants you to write it down

He wants you to write everything wrong with him and what was wrong with the relationship

He wants you to add as many details as you can think of

Twilight then proceeds to read the entire list out loud.

To your face.

Do the reasons make sense?

Do you stand by what you said?

Is it things that you're willing to work on to make it work?

No?

You're not going to let him make the necessary changes to even try?

He takes a deep breath but lets you go.

Fine. Leave then.

He already has some abandonment problems but he likes to think he's grown over them at this point.

Not that he has- but he handles it better than most would think.

He cries for months because he misses you but he's never been one to stay in one place or remain idle for very long anyway.

There's always something to do around the farm and the village.

And to be honest, the fact that he stays busy makes it easier to dull the pain little by little everyday.

Arguably takes the less time to heal since he actually has a support system near him.

His village family help him a lot and also help him to stay busy and distracted.

They don't want to give him a moment where he has the opportunity to miss you.

Not to say that it's a perfect system, but they want Twilight to know that they're always by his side even if things didn't work out in the end.

That being said. They no longer like you.

They'll be civil to your face and when Twilight is around but you hurt Twilight and hurt him deeply. They won't forgive that easily.

Twilight knows this but he's not about to tell them to leave you alone in that regard.

It really... really hurt and he's not exactly interested in keeping any kind of relationship in the beginning.

He'll never speak bad about you but he can never look at you the same way again after this.

Never stops caring about you though.

Twilight can't even bring himself to be mad about it.

It just hurts.

Still lives on peacefully though, just without by his side.

Wind (aged up)

Guess who's going straight into the ocean!!

Well- he sorta does.

He doesn't walk straight into it, but like a lot of other Links he's going to do his best to distract himself.

Not that it works all that much.

He leaves his cabana and gets back in his boat, just ready to spend who knows how much time along at sea.

It's worrying to the islanders.

He just left and hasn't come back yet!! Did something happen to him?

Wind is trying his hardest to find comfort in the familiar

But the lack of your presence is really highlighted with his time at sea.

There's just energy inside of him that urges him to do something reckless- to live recklessly.

But he's not a child anymore- and well... actually...

Who's going to miss him?

Aryll for sure, but she's a big girl now. He knows she can watch after herself.

There's Tetra and her crew but he hasn't seen them in a while and contact was few and far in-between to begin with.

The time at sea has him thinking dangerous thoughts.

And he fantasizes about worlds perhaps he shouldn't venture to.

If When he comes home- he actually goes back to Outset- not his cabana.

At first it was to see how everyone was doing after his time away.

He wanted closure- to see everyone for potentially the last time and leave things on a nice note.

He's finds the familiar he's looking for.

He's strengthen by his nostalgia and the love that was stripped away from him.

Wind stays there for months, building himself back together without you by his side.

It's not easy.

His sister and her family are a life line he didn't know he needed.

He tries not to feel jealous though.

He quite meet the pirates yet or they'll tempt him to join them back at sea...

Back to the thoughts and the blank pages...

The drinks.

Wind writes to them though and tells them to save his spot for the time being.

When he feels better.

Legend

HO BOY HERE WE GO

This guy- destroyed

I'm talking gives up on life kind of deal

He no longer cares

Do you hear me?

Warrior and Hyrule react badly but this guy is right on their heels

Someone is going to have to check in on his constantly

And I mean constantly

If someone doesn't, he's not going to get up from bed.

Meaning- he won't clean, he won't eat, he won't drink water

He's done- he is done with life.

The one time he had happiness- and stability- and genuine care from another person turned out to be a total lie.

Did you do this on purpose?

This is worse.

He hopes he's dreaming. He hopes that every time he goes to sleep, he's going to wake up and it would have all been just one messed up, scary and heart wrenching nightmare.

But he's tired.

He's tired of losing people.

He's tired of fighting, of heartache, of needing to prove himself

He thought he didn't have to do any of that with you- but he still fell short?

Tell him you're playing from messed up prank on him.

Tell him you're not going to do it.

Tell him it's not real.

Tell him he's dreaming.

Please.

Please.

Don't-...

Don't go.

He's sorry.

He's not sure what went wrong but he can fix it! He swears it.

Legend may not survive otherwise.

Time

Record scratch TM

Is this it then?

....Every meeting does have its parting after all.

Just... Just why?

You both promised until death do you part.

Time does not take his promises lightly. And he does not make them often.

Time feels long forgotten bitterness bubble up from inside him.

Alright- go then.

Don't come back.

He leaves before you can begin to move out despite what he told you.

He's never needed much. He's fine and content with a satchel and the clothes on his back.

That's what he tells himself anyway.

His inner child wishes to return to the forest but he knows that he's grown too large and too old- the magic would never allow him to enter into the comforts of his once peaceful childhood.

He can no longer make Epona run as she used to. She is an old mare now- but she's still his loyal companion, taking him far from the home you both once shared.

Granted, he plans to return... at some point.

He'll give you a week or two to leave before he returns.

He hopes you've taken everything you've needed because he packs up the things he plans on keeping before getting rid of everything.

And I mean- everything.

You wanted to part ways? Fine.

He'll burn that bridge.

Forget it.

Forget everything!

He'll start over. With less, but with himself and his horse and the little things that he needs.

It's not like his life had known peace to begin with- this is just one more disappointment to add to his list of life's backstabbing betrayals.

Forget romance- he never should have tried.

He never should have let you in.

This is his own doing- he fooled himself into thinking things were ok.

That this was something he could have.

A little voice tells him that Twilight still needs to come from somewhere...

But there are ways to pass on his legacy... or maybe he was wrong?

Wild

Oh dear

He thought he knew what it was to have loved and lost

This is different

This is completely than what he thought he knew

This... is worse.

You're leaving him

Because.... because why?

Everything was fine.

He.... he was good in the end, right? He did his job and saved the day and wanted to live a peaceful life

But he's not losing you to some accident or some unforeseen circumstance.

If anything, you're leaving him... out of a want.... to have nothing to do with him anymore.

Was he not enough?

Insecurity rears its ugly head and faces him head on.

He wasn't enough to take down the calamity when he should have, he wasn't enough to save his friends when he should have, he wasn't enough to get the master sword when he should have-

Are you just another person he's disappointed in his life?

Wild takes a while to come to terms with this.

A long while.

Long enough where you might have moved on by then and found someone else.

Surely it's nothing personal, right?

Oh goodness- when you find someone new- yikes

Someone ought to make sure that Wild gets out into the sunlight every now and then and that he's actually eating something as well

He completely shuts down.

He stays in his house- not willing to go on any adventures... or go anywhere in general

It would take a while for people (other than Zelda, I think) to even notice that he's suddenly a shut in.

Considering he was hardly home to begin with- going from place, to place, to place- and then moving between places so he wouldn't be in one place for very long- it would take a while for Sidon, Yunobo, Riju, Teba, Purah, Paya, Robbie- anyone to figure out that "hey, Link hasn't been here a while."

Zelda would have to be the one to either help Wild or get reinforcements so that Wild would stay active.

It would be completely up to Reader if they try to help him or not.

They would probably have the best success in getting Wild to take care of himself- but it could also very well make it worse when they leave again.

It's almost like they've died.

Except they're very much alive and Wild's not so sure what would have been worse.

[diminuel]

Ive never been one to fawn over garps characters

But after think bout butch garp

Im willing to reconsider my stance

We're willing to forgive an insane woman's transgressions *lol*

[tldix]

do i wanna know?

chapter 2.

summary: fleeing to college after catching your highschool sweetheart cheating, you find yourself right back in your home town 4 years later. your degree almost complete & your sanity slowly slipping, you find solace in the one place you know you shouldn’t. your dads best friend. Dean Winchester.

word count: idk something embarrassingly long probably🫣

warnings : mature 18+, dbf, AU, yearning AF, spn content, grumpy/sunshine ish?? idk, alcohol consumption, talk of abusive relationship, (there’s probably more) (im trying to include most of the main characters from spn, again AU)

dean winchester x f!reader

after dinner, as promised you were heading upstairs to “fetch your guitar” as your dad told you. you loved him oh so dearly but you were not a dog & he found it hilarious when you reminded him of that. he was holding back tears when dean said “but you still fetch”. chuck damn this man got under your skin.

dean was relentlessly teasing you as always, even your dad joining in with him. you figured, after we eat he’ll head home. he won’t stay, he won’t wanna hear about you being in college anymore & he definitely wouldn’t wanna hear you play guitar & he DEFINITELY didn’t wanna hear you sing but no. boy were you wrong, as soon as the opportunity bestowed itself your dad sang like a canary reminding you of this promise.

as you climb the stairs. your slippers shuffle on the hardwood, the familiar break of the 5th step grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized. you pass by the pictures on the stairs. holding a life that felt both distant & ever-present. there you were on your 8th birthday with the biggest toothy grin, a cake infront of you burnt a bit but your dads big eyes were on you. the one next to it is a picture of your dad, sam, & dean leaning against the impala with a beer in hand. your gaze lingered on a picture of you & cas at the aquarium. cas. oh my gosh why haven’t you called him & let him know you were home? cas was a few years younger than sam. making him the closest to your age but old enough to still stick around your dads group. he was your ultimate bestfriend, having movie nights & him being the only one willing to make the 2 hour commute to the drive in. hell he’s your concert/festival buddy. you smile to yourself, maybe it won’t be so bad being back. wait fuck no you’re literally having to play the guitar & sing, right now. not just infront of your dad but dean too? the man who never let anything slide ever? someone had to have cursed you, maybe you should check around for hex bags.

you trudge through your bedroom door, sighing as you grab your guitar case. you open it, the strings glimmer in the dim light. perfectly intact, you glance around your room, praying you’ll find any excuse not to do this. i mean you could ‘accidentally’ cut one of these very strings on your guitar but they’re a bitch to replace so you decided that wouldn’t be happening. plus, the way their gleaming you couldn’t bare to do it. a sudden stomach ache? to obvious. starting a fire? okay yeah that’s a bit extreme. you sigh once more when you realize, there really is no way of getting out of this. i mean sure you could’ve said no, but then your dad would know for some unbeknownst reason you were nervous-

“sticks you coming or what?”

dean yells up the stairs. jesus christ this man. can he not let you gather courage in peace? does he not- nevermind.

“i’m comin” you yell back, you push down the burning feeling of nerves threatening to spill over. you sigh as you make your way back down the hall, gripping your guitar case until your knuckles turned white. you glance once again at the photos. making yourself a mental note that as soon as dean left you were calling cas. if it wasn’t too late maybe you could watch a mov-

“there she is, again.” dean said, his grin smug as ever. “ready to blow our minds?”

“i’m reconsidering everything that led up to this moment actually” you muttered as you trudge past him to the back door.

dean followed, clearly relishing in your discomfort. “what’s the matter? stage fright? didn’t peg you for a quitter”

“dean i swear-“

“swear all you want sweetheart, you’re still playing”

your dad peeked his head out from the kitchen as he says “we’re heading to the back patio”

“dad the neighbors” you turn to him, horrified “what is this, a private concert? yall just have vip?”

dean clapped his hand on your shoulder as he passed you by “relax, Freud. you’re among friends. probably. & me”

you groaned out but followed them out to the patio, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you desperately tried to calm your nerves. dean sat in one of the patio chairs, stretching out like he owned the place. your dad grabbed a beer & settled in next to deans both of them looking far too comfortable for your liking. could they not see you’d rather be skinned alive than have to go through this? the porch light cast a warm glow, & the faint hum of crickets & your heart that was beating 1000 mphs was filling the silence. you set your guitar case down on the patio with a heavy sigh

“alright” you said flipping open the latches. “but if this goes horribly wrong & the police show for disturbing the peace, it’s y’all’s fault”

dean smirked leaning forward slightly “oh no pressure sticks. it’s not like this is your audition for americas got talent or anything”

“oh my god would you stop calling me that? it’s bad enough dads got the whole town doing it” you snapped, pulling your guitar from its case.

“not a chance” dean said, his grin widening.

your dad cuts in “hey now i’ve been calling you sticks since you were 9, when you decided you could teach yourself drums in the garage”

“& shattered 3 pair of drumsticks in a week” dean chuckles as he adds

you glare at them as you adjust the straps on your guitar “you two are the absolute worst”

“we try” dean said, leaning back as he tips his imaginary hat

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you settled onto the edge of the chair, letting the guitar rest on your knee as you strummed a few cords tuning. you could feel their eyes on you— your dad filled with pride & deans filled with that infuriating mix of amusement & curiosity.

“so what are we getting?” your dad asked, taking a swig of beer.

“yeah Freud” dean said, leaning back with a smirk “you gunna sing to us bout repressed feelings or something deep & angsty?”

you glared at him “you’d be surprised how much psychology comes up in music actually”

dean raised an eyebrow “oh im sure you’re about to educate us”

“just shut up & listen, or is that not something you’re capable of?” you smirk, you shake your head & positioned your fingers on the strings.

as you began to play, the initial nerves started to subside. the opening cords of Please Be Rude - Gigi Perez started to play. you start the opening of the song

It's easy runnin' through your hair

Like fields of poppies in salt air

You said to me that you won't share

And I said, "I would never dare"

I stared at you the way I do

When I want somethin' else from you

You say, "Don't you go beg and plead, " and

You booked the night train for a reason

you glance up, meeting your fathers eyes as you continued to sing. he leaned back with a grin so wide, it could only be known as the smile of a proud parent. but when your eyes met deans, his reaction surprised you. his usual smirk had faded, replaced by something quieter. more intent. he wasn’t teasing anymore, he was actually listening so you continued.

I think I've seen this love before

I think I've seen this love before

Oh, she was hangin' 'round my block

And now she's walkin' through my door

Oh yeah, I've seen this face before

I think I've seen this face before

Oh, she was walkin' 'round my block

And now she's comin' through

you find yourself lightly tapping your guitar, losing yourself in the song as you often times found yourself doing. your dads eyes started to water, as dean kept his intense stare locked on you. a glimmer of admiration deep in his eyes.

My interest is to lay with you

To laugh and have nothin' to do

How else can it be proven to you

That I'm devout? I spill right out

My interest is to bathe with you

To soak you in and let it stew

And if I tell you something rude

Then drain me out, and please be rude

when you finished the last note lingering in the air, the silence that followed was thick with something you couldn’t quite place.

your dad, of course broke it first “damn sticks that was—“ he paused searching for the right words “was really something”

you looked down, suddenly shy under his praise “thanks dad”

dean was quieter, & when you dared to glance at him. you caught another faint glimmer of admiration? he masked it quickly, of course.

“not bad Freud” he said his tone casual, but there was an edge of sincerity beneath it. “could use a cow bell though”

you rolled your eyes “God, you’re impossible”

dean chuckled, leaning back again “& you’re fun to mess with”

your dad stood up, clapping a hand on your shoulder “i’m gunna grab another beer, you two want anything?”

dean waved him off “i’m good”

you shook your head, & your dad disappeared inside. leaving you alone yet again with dean

the silence between you stretched for a moment before dean spoke “you’re damn good ya know?”

you blinked, caught off guard “what?”

“the singing. the guitar.” he gestured vaguely. “you got talent, don’t let your old man take all the credit just cause he got you started”

your cheeks warmed, you busied yourself with your guitar strap “thanks. that means a lot winchester.”

dean nodded as his smirk slipped back on his face, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long before he looked away. “just don’t let it go to your head, Freud”

& there it was- the teasing. again. but this time it was different. softer. like there was something unspoken beneath it. just out of reach.

before you could say anything, your dad appeared again. another beer in hand as he says

“alright now who’s up for round 2”

dean shot you a grin “i think Freud here can handle another set”

you groaned “you’re relentless”

“& you love it” dean shot back, leaning back in his chair with a grin

you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips yet again because of Dean Winchester. maybe home wouldn’t be so bad after all

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the sun beamed straight through the cracks in your curtains, far too bright for the hour. you groaned & buried your face in your pillow, willing the day to give you just a few more minutes of peace. but the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand was relentless, a reminder of the promise you made.

Bobby. 11 am. shift.

you rolled over with a sigh, squinting at the screen. it wasn’t even 9 yet, but you knew better than to push your luck with Bobby Singer. he might treat you like the granddaughter he never had but, that definitely didn’t mean he’d go easier on you for being late. Bobby ran the towns best (& only) diner. he’s won many of the awards at the county fair for his food, his company was just a plus. especially if you happened to have the nickname sticks. anyone who knew bobby, knew about you & jp. & maybe that’s why you weren’t slightly worried a bit about your shift this morning

dragging yourself out of bed, you stumbled towards the bathroom, still half-asleep as the shower sputtered to life, your mind wandered back to the night before.

Dean.

you groaned again but this time for an entirely different reason. he had stayed way longer than expected, lingering even after your dad went to bed. the two of you ended up sitting outside for awhile, trading sarcastic comments under the stars. his knee would slightly brush yours ever once in a while, he had a smile you’d never seen before across his face. his gorgeous green eyes were seem-lessly dancing through the moonlight as you talked. he told you stories about his youth, when he ran around with your dad. when he tried & ultimately failed at his super cool firefighter dream then ultimately decided to start the mechanic shop with your dad. it was odd, dean was always around in your childhood. always in the background. you never heard much about his life before, you knew he didn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents, he moved out with only his car & sammy. you also found out sam had successfully started & is running his own law firm, which was totally not shocking but the joy you felt for him wasn’t dimmed a bit.

but now, oh no now your thoughts are drifting to things they should absolutely never drift too. deans perfect round pink lips, the way they seemed mesmerizing in the light with beer glistening off them. how perfect they’d feel-

no stop. you can’t think that. this is your dads bestfriend. plus you had enough shit going on anyways, like this stupid fucking wedding you just got told about. could they not of got married before you got back? okay yeah that probably would’ve hurt more. ugh. then cas. fuck, cas. after dean finally left last night, you were so exhausted you completely forgot to call him. he was probably fuming. cas was absolutely never one to hold grudges but he wasn’t going to let this one slide as easily. you roll your eyes at yourself as you slip out of the shower.

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by the time you arrived to bobby’s diner, coffee in hand, it was 10:45. early enough to dodge his wrath, but just barely.

“there you are sticks” bobby called from behind the counter, his gruff voice carrying over the don of clinking plates & clatter. he adjusted his cap as he gave you a mock glare “thought maybe you forgot how to tell time”

you jokingly roll your eyes “it’s not even 11 yet pops” you pointed out, sliding behind the counter & grabbing an apron.

“should’ve been here at 10” he shot back, but his tone softened as he added “you eat yet?”

you shook your head & bobby pushed a plate of toast & scrambled eggs toward you “eat. can’t have you keening over on the clock”

you smiled, warmth blooming through your chest. bobby always pretended to be grumpy but you always knew better.

“thanks grandpa” you teased, grabbing a bite before tying the apron.

“watch it.” bobby muttered, but you could see the faint twitch of a smile.

—————

the morning passed quickly, you fell into routine almost too easily. the familiar rhythm of the diner keeping you busy. you were refilling coffee cups & wiping down tables when you heard it. the familiar sound of that engine whistling through the air. a sound you’d know anywhere.

you didn’t even have to look up, never even glanced at the door to know who it was.

Dean.

of course. oh Sam too, you whipped your head around as Sam’s eyes met yours. he carried a childlike grin as he approached, you walked around the counter setting down the coffee pot as you wrapped your arms around him. he laughed

“sticks my god how are you?”

he was dressed in a nice suit, something you imagined he’d now have to wear to work. you bit back a giggle as he put you down, letting yourself really take him in for the first time. he had more wrinkles around his eyes but it was still the same sam.

“i’m good sammy, congrats on the firm by the way”

he smiles widely as Dean cut in

“well, well” he said as his gaze board into you “didn’t know Freud moonlighted as a waitress”

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow “& here i thought you had better things to do than bother me”

“better? sure” dean said, sliding into the stool beside sam. when did he find a seat? you walk over grabbing your pad as you pull out your pen “but definitely not as entertaining”

bobby emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. he looked between the two of you shaking his head as he shoots a brow sam

“if you two are don’t flirtin i need someone to grab the delivery from the back”

your face burned, oh no “pops were not-“

dean interrupted with a wide grin “flirting? nah bobby, this is just foreplay”

“dean!” you hissed, your voice a sharp whisper.

bobby let out a gruff laugh & disappeared back into the kitchen “better not let Jp hear that”

& just like that you were retreating to the back to grab these “deliveries”

—————

the rest of the shift went by in a blur, dean hanging around longer than you expected. he parked himself at the counter, sam leaving not long after he finished eating. muttering his goodbyes before shooting dean a look of confusion. dean was comfortable to say the least, stealing bites of the order of fries you had benny fix you. tossing comments your way whenever you passed by.

by the time 3 o’clock lunch rush came through, you & dean found yourself sitting in a booth sharing sandwiches bobby threw together. how could something he just threw together be so delicious?

“so” dean said leaning back in his seat “you ever gunna call cas or are you just planning on leaving him in the dark until he comes in here himself or worse your welcome home party he’s getting invited too?”

you groaned, letting your head fall back “i forgot, okay? i was tired last night”

“tired, huh?” dean smirked, taking a bite of his sandwich “didn’t seem too tired when you were serenading me & your dad”

“that’s uh different” you muttered as you fiddled with the crust of your bread.

“uh-huh” deans tone was teasing, but his gaze was steady as he said “you know he’s gunna chew you out right?”

you groan “oh boy do i know it. i promise i’ll call him tonight”

“good” dean said, his smirk softening just slightly. “wouldn’t want him thinking you run off & forgot about him”

you throw your hand to your chest in mock defensive as you giggle “oh i could never”

——————

by the time your shift ended, you were exhausted but oddly content. dean had stuck around until the very end of your shift, much to bobby’s amusement & your annoyance. insisting it was just his “off day” when you questioned.

as you climbed into your car, you caught dean leaning against his impala. watching you with a look that was impossible to read.

“see you around Freud” he called out before you started your car

you rolled your eyes as you rolled down your window, a small smile tugging at your lips “yeah, yeah, try not to miss me too much”

as you pulled out of the lot, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between you & dean — or maybe you were completely fucking delusional that your dad bestfriend would ever want you on that way.

———————

the smell of hot chocolate drifted through the air as you sat criss-crossed on your bed, phone in hand. it was almost 10 & guilt gnawed as you for not calling Cas sooner. you tapped his name in your contacts & hit the call button, bracing yourself for the storm you knew was coming.

he picked up on the third ring. “you finally remembered i exist huh?” cas said, his tone sharp but tinged with warmth.

you winced “i know, i know, im the worst. i mean to call last night but-“

“but dean & your dad kept you up with their antics” cas interrupted sighing heavily “bobby told me”

you paused “wait a minute you talked to bobby?”

“well it’s weird not hearing you call him pops but uh of course i did.” he replied “someone had to make sure you got home safely since you apparently forgot how phones work”

his tone was scolding, but you could hear the worry buried beneath it. you smiled despite yourself “i’m sorry cas, really. i missed you.”

there was a pause on the other side before he replied, softer this time “i missed you too bug”

your smile grew “ahhh there it is. i was waiting on it”

“what me calling you bug? yeah you’d hear it a lot more if you reached out”

you find yourself throwing yourself back on your bed. “well i’m here now, you won’t be able to escape me. i’ll make it up to you anyway.” you promised “when are we having a movie night?”

“soon” he said, his tone brightening. “but first, i’ll see you bright & early”

“uh why?”

“well your welcome home party tomorrow of course”

“tomorrow?”

“yeah tomorrow bug. ill see you then”

————————

the next day your days house was a flurry of activity. your dad had gone out though, truly. stringing up lights & setting up tables. dean rolled in his prized grill with a dramatic flair.

“behold” dean said, waving a hand at the grill as if it was a masterpiece painted by Picasso. “the key to this party’s success”

“you’re really milking this aren’t you?” you teased, crossing your arms over your pale blue sundress as you watched him set up.

he glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips “just giving the people what they want Freud”

your dad appeared from the house, carrying a cooler full of beer “you’re lucky my daughter puts up with your nonsense winchester”

dean grinned “oh cmon, she loves it”

“do not” you muttered, but the smile tugging at your lips threatened to betray you.

the party was in full swing by the time bobby arrived, followed closely by cas & sam. then finally charlie. cas wrapped you into a tight hug, the second he saw you. muttering something about how much of a pain in his ass you were but his smile & the warmth in his eyes told otherwise.

sam, ever the gentle giant gave you a warm hug & handed you a small bag. “just something i thought you’d like” he said.

you smiled widely as you opened it, the glint of silver flashing in your eyes as you open it to see a charm bracelet. a guitar being the only charm on it

“i figured you could add more too it”

you smile widely as you clasp it over your wrist,

you meet sam’s eyes as you give him another hug “oh sammy i love it. thank you”

cas didn’t leave your side for the first hour of the party, the two of you catching up over little things like where he works now. if he’s been seeing anyone came up once but he confessed he hasn’t. the conversation picked back up as you shared old inside jokes that weren’t just movie quotes

“ya know when sam gave you that i was biting my tongue so hard trying not to say “what’s in the box”

you chuckled as you nudged his side “brad pitt huh?”

another few minutes pass & you find yourself deeply engrossed in telling cas the story about how 2 years ago you placed a record in some run down bar in cali for riding a mechanical bull. you were telling him how badly your thighs hurt the next as you suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring seemingly straight through you.

you glance up, seeing your dad talking to bobby, sam & charlie talking amongst themselves as some of your dads other coworkers played cornhole. dean stood by the grill, flipping burgers with a little more force than necessary. his jaw was tight, & his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he glanced between you & cas.

“everything okay over there?” you called out to him, tilting your head a bit.

dean looked up, his smirk back in place but his voice carried an edge. “just making sure you ain’t hogging all my buddy cas’ attention”

cas raised an eyebrow “i’m simply catching up & hearing all about my bestfriends college stories. don’t you have some burgers to burn dean?”

you bit back a laugh as you forced a gulp of beer down, but dean didn’t seem the slightest bit amused. “burgers are fine” he muttered, turning back to the grill with a whisper of a “bestfriend, yeah right”

cas gave you a knowing look that made you arch your eyebrow but he chose to say nothing, his hand briefly brushing yours as he passed you a drink. the warmth of his gesture wasn’t lost on you, but neither was the way dean kept sneaking glances & glaring at cas.

———————

dean physically couldn’t help his eyes moving your & cas’ way every 30 seconds. he tried to focus on the burgers, even offering small comments to your dad or bobby when they joked. his breath got caught in his throat when he noticed you & cas were gone, he only started breathing again when he realized you had decided to stop standing & move to a table. you were sitting there, right in front of cas. laughing at some dumb question he had, the sound carrying all the way over to where dean was flipping burgers. that should be his jokes your laughing at, you should be smiling like that at him, briefly touching his hand-

“you know” sam voice broke through his thoughts “if you stare any harder you may actually burn the food”

dean glanced up sharply finding his brother standing nearby, holding a drink & wearing amused expression.

“what the hell are you talkin bout sammy?” dean muttered, yet again flipping a burger with unnecessary force.

sam raised an eyebrow “you’ve been watching her like a hawk the whole night & i know it’s not because you wanna see that pretty bracelet i got her”

“have not.” dean said, his tone was defensive his jaw tightening.

“uh-huh” sam smirked, taking a swig of his beer “so the constant glaring at cas is just a coincidence?”

dean scoffed “i am not glaring at cas”

“sure you’re not” a new voice chimed in, dean turned to see charlie approaching, her grin wide & mischievous. “but if looks could kill, dear god we’d be planning a funeral tonight”

dean groaned “don’t you have someone else to pester?”

“not when this is 1000x more fun” charlie said crossing her arms. “seriously dean, you’re jealous. it’s adorable”

“i’m not jealous” dean snapped, just when he thought he was in the clear he felt the tips of his ears burning. fuck. that didn’t go unnoticed by sam.

charlie turned to sam, her eyes twinkling. “he’s totally jealous”

“oh absolutely” sam said, nodding with a smirk.

dean threw his hands up “damnit okay fine but you two are the fuckin worst”

charlie leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you know, if you actually told her how you feel, you wouldn’t have to stand here sulking because she’s talking to cas”

dean scoffs “i’m not sulking & im not telling her. Jp would kill me”

“dean” sam cut in, his tone gentle but firm. “it’s okay to admit you care bout her. but you’re really gunna have to stop acting like you don’t”

dean sighed, running a hand through his hair as he utters “you guys don’t get it. Jps my bestfriend. if i screw this up-“

“then don’t screw it up. be honest for once.” charlie said simply. like it was the easiest thing in the fuckin world.

dean decided against responding & digging himself into a hole he couldn’t get out of. instead he let his gaze wander back to where you & cas where sitting, your laugh lighting up every dark piece of him.

——————

hell. this was hell. some fucking coworker of your fathers deemed it be his responsibility to tell you any & everything that was going on in town. you were just praying he’d leave out the obvious details you didn’t wanna hear again, but again when did things ever go your way? maybe you really should be checking for hex bags.

“so you hear bout Jo & Colt getting engaged?”

you froze for a fraction of a second, you knew it was coming. it was inevitable, this was a small town after all so it really shouldn’t be shocking to have to hear this over & over again. when people got married it was a big deal, you just wished this one instance it wasn’t.

“oh? good for them”

“yeah.” the man said, completely oblivious to the tension suddenly creeping into your posture. “seen her & colter the other day at the grocery store. she’s expecting, seems like the married life oughta suit em well”

cas shifted slightly next to you, his hand gripping yours under the table. he knew. he always knew. there was no hiding your feelings from him.

“didn’t realize you were still in touch with her after you left for college, she took over her moms bar”

you just nodded. she always wanted that bar, it was her daddy’s before her moms & when he passed you thought everything else would follow. that’s why jo liked staying with you so much, her mom was too busy at the bar most nights so she’d come over & you, her & your dad would all pile up & do whatever your little hearts wanted. guess time changes people, because now her little heart wants your cheating abusive ex & your little heart wants your dads bestfriend. you felt a flash of heat cross over your face as you quickly averted your gaze downwards, no no no. you cannot think like that

“we’re not.” you muffled out, the swallowed the bitter edge in your tone “not really”

the man seemed to notice he’d touched something sensitive & gave you a gruff polite smile. “didn’t mean to stir up anything kid. sorry. i’ll uh im gunna go find jp to bother”

you uttered “you didn’t it’s fine” as he walked away but cas caught your eye, giving you a sideways glance, his expression carefully neutral. regardless you knew it would come up eventually, probably later when it was just the two of you.

——��—————

as the evening wore on, you started gravitating to the porch steps again needing a moment to yourself. away from the noise, you sat down. staring at the stars, the sound of the part fading into the background.

dean appeared beside you a moment later, two beers in hand “mind if i join you?”

you shrugged, & he settled in next to you. his shoulder slightly brushing yours

“your dads in rare forum tonight” dean said glancing back towards the yard where Jp was laughing with sam & bobby. his face beat red from the alcohol & tears streaming down his face from the bellyache laugh

“he always is at these type of things” you replied; your voice quieter now.

dean studied your expression for a moment, contemplating on bringing it up then decides to just usher it out “you seemed… off? earlier. when jo got brought up”

you stiffened but didn’t glance at him “it’s nothing”

“sure doesnt look like nothing” he said, his voice softening & there was no evidence of teasing in his tone.

you hesitated, the words caught in your throat. you promised yourself dean wouldn’t see the after effects of this god awful relationship. even after discovering your bestfriend was now part of the cause too. it was obvious dean already knew what was up, but the way dean was speaking to you now. it was almost - safe? grounding even? whatever it was, it made you let your guard down

“they’re getting married” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

dean didn’t need you to explain who “him”

was. he remembered the night you left him vividly, he remembered showing up to your dads the next day for work but seeing the sight of you he decided to just close shop for the day. the red rims around your eyes, the way he drug you around town just to get you out of the house. his jaw clenched, & he looked away. his fingers tightening & straining the glass of the beer bottle. “bastard never deserved you”

your chest tightened at his words, the weight of the past pressing down on you drastically. “maybe” you said softly, not letting your eyes leave the moon.

dean turned to you, seeing you in this light he felt a knot form him his throat. his expression was uncharacteristically serious. “definitely. no doubt bout it”

the intensity of his gaze made your heart race, & for a moment. just a moment you thought he might say something more, but then your dads voice called from the back of the yard & the moment was broken.

dean stood, rubbing the back of his neck “i should uh, get back to the grill”

as he walked away you couldn’t help but notice the way his shoulders were tense, like he was holding himself back. & you couldn’t help the jealousy you seen seeping through this eyes earlier was about more than just cas.

[lemmetreatya]

Hey Hey Hey! I guess that I have a simple request of FWB!Jotaro having passionate sex with his best friend in his lil twin size, college bed during a loud thunder storm and he like ends up confessing to her when he's a couple strokes in cause he's gazing at her while she rides him in all her ebony beauty and he's just like "Damn, I love this girl."

istg every time you send me a request its so fucking jewcy and really just gets my head drumming 😩😩 im sorry, i just really had to self indulge with this

stay (so i have you with me) — Jotaro x black!fem reader

Word count: 3k+

Content: afab!reader, fwb, smut, size kink, cowgirl, riding, vaginal smut, motorboating, nipple play, passionate sex, sex with feelings, breeding kink, babytrapping

Like clockwork, Jotaros pulling you into his embrace whilst already sitting up on top of his bed, and with swiftness, your bag is dropping to the ground as you slink down to join him.

Instantly you guide your legs over his thighs so that you could sit prettily within his lap. The first thing Jotaro does is lean forward to capture your lips in his.

He’s no stranger to your warm press — you yourself weren’t any less familiar to the mould of his mouth, but there’s a bit of resistance to his beckon on your end.

“I told you,” You mumble between kisses. “I’m just here to give your USB back…then I’m dipping.”

You make no effort to retreat, especially not with how Jotaro’s hands have already found themselves up the inside of your baggy tshirt that he’s pretty sure is his. Either way, he doesn’t care, as he’s already tugging the material off the top of your head.

“It’s raining.”

Jotaro grumbles, as if that’s any better explanation for you to ditch your prior intentions, but he believes it’s good enough reason, good enough excuse, to get you to reconsider.

“So?”

You sultrily say as you automatically begin to grind against his crotch. You don’t fail to acknowledge the new chill that dresses over your shoulders at the progression of no top covering your chest.

Jotaro makes a gruff noise.

You’re more than aware that irritating his already restricted cock through his trousers was what sets him off the most. For someone who was adamant they need not stay, you seemed more than willing to fire him up past the threshold of no return. But Jotaro doesn’t need to say anything, or reprimand you for intending the opposite of what your words were saying, because he knows your games.

It’s not like you play hard to get but it’s evident that you never allow him in easily.

Still, Jotaro plays along.

He’s come to realise that he doesn’t mind playing your games because you always ensure that you both end up winners.

“So stay.” His teeth nip against the hollow concave between your breasts.

You take a deep inhale at his initiative, your hands coming round Jotaro’s nape so that you could guide his head deeper into your chest.

“Okay.”

You softly reply, your verbal confirmation hinting that your mind was made up. But Jotaro knows your mind was made the moment you knocked on his door.

Before long, the both of you were stripped down to the mere mesh of warm exposed skin.

Undressing wasn’t easy but when was it ever? Jotaro’s raggedy twin size was way too small to fit the both of you let alone just him. He really should invest in a bigger bed, you occasionally tell him — one more suited to his height — but he says he doesn’t mind if his feet have to dangle over the edge a bit.

Still, it’s never been a hindrance for the two of you. It proves, seeing as you easily found yourself hovering over Jotaro’s tall standing dick, one of your hands guiding him towards the honeyed folds of your entrance whilst the other sturdied itself on the headboard besides his head.

God, he could never get tired of seeing you like this.

Jotaro’s ocean teal eyes glass over the silhouette of your body, drinking in as much as he could see. It wasn’t dark per se but the thundering storm outside didn’t help with the leverage for vision.

But Jotaro thinks to himself that it didn’t matter if the sun never granted him light to see you ever again. He’s sure that he’d still remember every curve and delicious shade to your darkened skin, your elysian form burned achingly on the insides of his eyelids and within the deep crevices of his mind.

Of course, Jotaro was just being dramatic; He really could just turn the lights on at any time, but Jotaro also guesses it was okay to be dramatic about you. You were worth being dramatic about.

“Fuuuuuck…”

Your soft curse pierces through the room as you finally lower yourself down onto the man’s cock. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the lightning that crashed from outside his room had struck the both of you at the same time, causing electricity to strike through your bodies.

Jotaro didn’t didn’t mean to, but because of the shivering warmth of you around his cock, he accidentally bumped his head back too far and hit it against the headboard.

With an airy laugh, you endearingly caress the back of Jotaro’s head with one of your hands.

“You okay?”

Jotaro grunts in reply, his head keening forward in pain but all you do is soothingly rub at the tender spot. Even whilst trying to handle the colossal stretch of his girth, you still had concern for his wellbeing. Jotaro hates that he feels his heart (and cock) twitch at the sentiment.

“Just…move.” He dismisses as his hips are already in motion to buck upwards into you.

You try to steady yourself by pressing a hand to his bare chest, your laughter still radiant as you notice the signs of his eager embarrassment, but you try and adjust to his request. You continue to mould yourself down onto his shaft, his tip feeling every ridge of your ribbed canal.

”Easy, big boy.” You breath. “Just gimme a sec to adjust, alright? You’re not exactly the smallest in size.”

Jotaro didn’t voice it but you knew he had heard you. You could also tell that your implicit comments were going to his head — It was evident in the way he poked his tongue out of his mouth to wet his lips and the affirming grip his fingers buried into your flesh.

Now fully sat on top of his dick, you felt your stomach and walls concave inwards, as if wanting to create a second skin around him. Jotaro leaned his head back again. This time, more carefully, but he did so in order to be able to watch your face more diligently.

He’s not sure why, but he found himself entranced by the workings of your features. The soft curve of your nose, the way your eyelashes just about fluttered over your ebony cheeks or even how plump your now smudged glossed lips looked. As if nature was on his side for once, lightning struck again and the flash of light allowed Jotaro to catch a shadowed glimpse of your face above him and god, was he mesmerised.

Even whilst only temporarily cockwarming, your features were screwed as they already showed signs of being too fucked out to function.

The laboured breathing between the both of you mingled against one another but you were suddenly feeling a wisp of self consciousness at how fiercely the man’s eyes were peering at you. To save face, you dipped your forehead against Jotaro’s.

“Aite.” You whisper into his mouth but more to yourself.

It was obvious you were still preparing yourself to ride him. Even after all this time, his size would never be something you could easily adjust to and so in all his understanding mercy, Jotaro offers his support by running his thumbs over the skin of your stomach.

Weirdly, the reassuring gesture worked.

Rolling your lips inwards, you slowly lift yourself up quarter way off of Jotaro’s dick to then sink back down. At just that, the both of you let out the most desperate of moans.

Jotaro can’t help momentarily close his eyes, the pure sensation of a cunt wrapped around his cock would never get old but there’s just something about you, yours, that sent him reeling. How you felt so supple under him; your peppery whimpers only his to hear. Jotaro doesn’t think he's a possessive man; what wasn’t for him, wasn’t for him. If it was, then it’d find a way back.

But then when it comes to you, Jotaro finds that he’s jumping hoops just so the same principle doesn’t apply.

It doesn’t matter if you were meant for him or not, Jotaro needed you to be for him. He hates himself even worse now because he catches himself thinking that if anyone else was to have you, he’d probably feel heartbreak. But how could he feel heartbreak over someone that wasn’t his?

You only made little spouts of forward movement, the position not entirely the best for maximum speed, but the way you laid one hand back to the side of your tail bone so that you could move your hips more made the black haired man groan. Jotaro reached his own hands down but towards your ass — splaying open the meat of your hind to help give you more of a stretch, to help you take his fat cock.

And gosh, did that help.

You swivelled your hips forwards in a slow gyration. You didn’t even move upwards but rather you kept all of Jotaro inside of you as you grinded on him back and forth.

With a low moan, Jotaro met your stroke quota, his hips passionately grinding up into you as his eyes shot open.

“Fuck. Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled down towards where the both of your sexes met.

It’s only as the words left his mouth that Jotaro realised what he had said.

He felt your pussy clench over him at them and in retrospect, he regretted that he had imposed such a heavy statement onto you. But alas, as understanding as ever, you made the situation light hearted.

With a laugh humbled by his large girth, you hautily grinned down at the man.

“Pussy drunk already, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Jotaro’s face is screwed in annoyance but he reaches forwards to take a swipe at your clit. Instantly your jestering words are caught within the back of your throat and suddenly Jotaro has a sick smile on his face.

Taking that as a reigns for control, Jotaro plants his feet onto the mattress and his knees at 45 degrees. With one hand still grappling at your ass, Jotaro uses it to help lift you up and down over his cock. You take the aid with ease, using the leverage to lean forwards and simultaneously twerk over his dick every time you come into landing.

This helps a lot with pace and so once you’ve adjusted to his sizing, you both speed up the sex, the action becoming more robust and raunchier than before.

“Shit, I really wanna cum on this dick today.” You mumble.

You slightly lean backwards so that you can look down at Jotaro, his lusted out expression making his handsome face even more delectable. If you had time, you definitely wanted to ride it.

“Just wanna cream your dick up. Wet it with this gush ‘n’ make it all dirty so I can… fuck, so I can lick it clean for you.”

Jotaro lets out a grumbled huff through his nose. His concentration was focused on bopping your cunt over his cock but he was listening, you know he was, because the way he was gripping your ass cheeks was with deterministic attitude of a man in agreeal.

Still, you wanted to hear the word from the mouth of the bull itself.

“You gon’ let me do that? Gon let me make a mess on you then clean it up?”

Jotaro makes another grunt of a sound, his attention briefly unhad but not for long as he takes the time to glance up at you.

“Do what you want.”

With a fresh new wave of wanton, you dance up and down onto the man’s slick dick. Your concentration was so fierce, the black haired man thought you’d scream at him. But alas, your voice cooed only the sweetest commands — his proof of ownership.

“Yeah, take this pussy, baby. It’s all yours. Use it like a personal fleshlight if you have to, fuck. Just use it.” You almost sob.

Jotaro loves how dirty you speak to him, how your rumbustious attitude riles him up. If anything, he loves watching the two of you fuck even better — the contrast of your beautiful brown to his cream tan; it’s ilicit and works more than too well together. It’s addicting, it’s sexy.

But despite having you keen over his fat cock, Jotaro wants more of you.

The man bends his head forward, mouth lax as he makes several attempts to latch his warm mouth around your bouncing nipple. He succeeds on the third go but once he’s there, it makes all the difference.

A new type of glorification leaves your mouth at the raw feeling of Jotaro swirling his wet tongue around your now perky nub. He suckles and bites — but never too hard — always just enough to send electrifying strikes throughout your synapses.

“Fuck, Jojo.” You whisper, the heat buried within the pits of your stomach brewing by the second.

At the mention of his nickname, Jotaro looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows and darkened eyes. You know he doesn’t like it, but he refuses to unlatch himself from your breasts to complain and so he looks anything but intimidating.

Still, it makes him look all the hotter. Like an angry yet domesticated canine trying it’s best to establish dominion. He wanted power but he was too conditioned to your heed; he’d eat anything from the palm of your hand.

“Ouuuuh, yes, yes, yes, yes. Shiiiiit, Jojo right there. Yes, right there. Right there, baby, right there.”

Jotaro briefly glances down to see how there’s already a frothy ring of cream around the base of his dick. You were always so juicy and excessively wet when it came to him. If anything, he wonders whether you were ever this messy for anyone else?

He wouldn’t admit it, but he absolutely hates thinking about someone else having you.

You’re already whimpering in his ears despite having just got here and still using the name he so called ‘hates’, but Jotaro can’t even get himself to feel angry at you. Not when he thinks about just how much he wants you.

“Ouh, fuck, Jojo. I’m so close.” You drone.

He moans back but his voice is grumbly, despite how deep he’s still fucking into you. Another flash of lightning outside contours the shape of your body and reminds the man that he’s particularly fond of you — more so than other people.

“You’re so di-disobedient sometimes.” He ponders against your breast.

And Jotaro suddenly realises that he wants to keep you closer than just an occasional cockwarmer despite your mischievous strides.

Your head was dipped, belly caving and pussy walls clenched — no recollection of the words Jotato was muttering at you. Although none of it mattered as feelings of ecstasy started to race up your spine and branch out to your limbs and the orgasm that you knew was coming couldn’t be delayed any longer.

You needed to get him out.

“Jota…Jo’daro… I said I’m close.”

“I know.”

The man however kept on pounding into you, the sound of his balls slapping viciously against his ass and your sexes slightly out of sync.

A small whimper leaves your throat at Jotaro’s lack of recognition.

“I-i-i-it means pull out—”

“I know.” Jotaro growls at you.

Your cries become more exuberant as Jotaro doesn’t relent or let up. He continues fucking up into you, the tightening of his balls indicating his own impending orgasm but he doesn’t voice it.

He has no need to, especially not with the hidden corrupt intentions he had for you.

“I need to have you…for myself. I can’t let anyone else…have you or brand you…spoil you.”

Jotaro lifts his head up to kiss just underneath your chin but he doesn’t land them because as he’s nearing his limit, his physical control is faltering too — especially because he’s so excited for the gift he has for you.

“I’ll give you…fuck, fuck, I’ll give you my seed. Then no one else…no one else can even think of touching m-my property. My family.”

It’s too hazy, too exhilarating to comprehend what Jotaro’s telling you but you know it’s something possessive. Something that is an attempt to solidify your place in his life.

Your moans become more feathered, heightened in pitch as you end up stilling your pussy in a tight clench and then rutting yourself to completion over the man’s cock. A crazy warm warmth spreads all over your body, mouth lax as you keen forward in eye rolling orgasm.

As your body jolts in sporadic washes of post-orgasmic waves, the black haired man’s eyes almost pop with how possessive your clenching pussy walls keep him connected to you.

That was pretty much all Jotaro needed before he himself was stilling inside of you, hips flushed to your ass as he firmly pumped his hot cum straight into your womb — no denial that it would conjure with your eggs and form a sign of marriage between you both.

As the two of you came down from your high, the settling feeling of what Jotaro had enforced on you went about unsaid.

You didn’t even decide to unlatch yourself from Jotaro’s cock. You think maybe if you let him think long enough about what he did, he’d unplug himself from your painted canals, begrudgingly get up and chuck on a pair of joggers and his black anorak as he mumbled something about ‘being back in five’ as he goes to retrieve you ‘an alphabet plan’ from the convenience opposite the road.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, all he does is soothingly rub a hand up and down the expanse of your back as he coerces you into a litter of slow and sensual kisses, his cock occasionally hiccuping inside of you.

And you comply because you believe Jotaro, more than anyone, knows what he’s done.

This was your best friend you were talking about. If this was what he wanted, then who were you to deny him? Sure, it might have complicated a few things but you’d deal with that crossroad when need be.

If anything, the rain outside reminded you that really, you could be anywhere else, but instead you had chosen to be right there and then within a special friend’s particularly warm and filling embrace.

[navsink]

to be gentle is a choice. | sukuna x sorcerer reader !

A/N: so brainfart moment!! im sure someone else will make this way better than i can but just for now hold on w me on this spontaneous moment of what ifs. im willing to challenge myself by making me write everything from sukuna's pov, yay me, nay brain! it's not gonna be cannon compliant tho, im shit at remembering lore.

tags: angst, lying, swearing, slightly suggestive, sukuna is a red flag by itself, guillible reader, sukuna pov, sukuna is bad at feelings, possesive behavior (?), unreliable narrator, tba.

wc: 536 words 2,882 characters

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April 5th, 2016

How long has it been? Around ten-ish months since I've met her, that's a long time. A dragged out and long time since I have been lying to her. Since when do I care about lying? The thousand year old king of curses, turning into a mushy and limp sugar cube for some woman. It's not any woman in my defense, but it's still so annoying. Ever since we met I can't believe how easily I feel myself start to hover over her like some protective canine.

The longer I'm with her the more I dig myself deeper, a side of me is regretful, yet the other is enjoying it in the most deceitful way possible. It's no surprise to anyone that I'm so selfish, especially when it comes to her. Are these feelings normal?

I feel like I want to strangle her everytime she pouts, when she turns over her shoulder and the corners of her mouth drag out to form that chesire smilel that lures me into those glistening eyes.

How is it that the thing I hated the most- sorcerers, has me reconsidering my whole gig of taking over the world and killing sorcerers yada yada.

i think i might... love her

Humans are fragile beings, especially with how easily I can just press them against my index and thumb like a pesky diminute ant. If you ask me personally what humans mean to me, I'll answer honestly.

I hate them. Whiny. Powerless. Weak. Narsiscistic. and overall pesky little shits.

but.

if she were to ask me. God. I'd fold over and have my hand reach to her cheek, caressing it in the most gentle way possible, afraid of the fragility and ephemeral nature of the human species she's sadly a part of. I would've begrudgingly answered "Humans are complex to even have a general opinion on, but if I were to generalize them, I think they're evanescent and self servient. Yet you, transcend my definition, because to me, you're the most kind, precious of incalculable worth, piece of being to ever exist."

To which you of course, had to ask in one of the most vulnerable moments of mine. Giggling and peppering gentle kisses across my forehead like some weakling, not taking anything I say seriously per tradition. You're definitely not the obedient type, Uraume was horrorstruck when I mentioned every incident of tardiness, teasing, disrespectful banter and so on.

God that Uraume, she doesn't get you like I do, it makes me kind of euphoricly selfish. to be the only one who can understand you like this, the one who gets to hear you rant about the measly curses you're facing at the tech, or even hearing you heave my name when you're dry humping my lap.

tell me, my dear and lovely "girlfriend", would you also speak about me like this when I'm not around? would you love me still be here if you knew? even if im your biggest enemy? a menace to your kind? would all your friends try to seal me if they knew?

would you love me all the same when I'm the most cursed yet the most blessed when I'm with you?

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Pg. 1 of Sukuna's Diary.

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Shall we continue this as a series?

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey cas, its D anon.

i have kinda an update? not really

my grandmother hasnt reached out at all since she tried to apologize and i told her not to touch me and that i didnt want to talk to her.

i've kinda worked out a response to whatever apology she has, which mainly involves me not forgiving her but being civil. i feel kinda cruel that i don't plan on ever forgiving her, especially since i know she's really struggling with her parents and her siblings, but at the same time, i know i dont have to give her anything.

basically my response to whatever apology she wants to give is that she did something i wont forgive her for, she crossed the line of anything i'll ever forgive by hurting my siblings, and that i'll be civil but there's no way in hell i'll forgive her

idk i know you'll say that my emotions are valid but i feel like im being too mean? she's been a trusted adult my whole life, especially when my other set of grandparents turned out to be not good people. shes someone i've been kinda dependent on, especially since it really felt like i just had her and my grandpa and my dad.

not to go too deep, but my mother and i dont have a good relationship, shes verbally and sometimes physically abusive, and we rarely interact because she spends so much of the time we're together guilt tripping me into making me fee bad for isolating from her

i love my dad, he's my best friend. and my siblings are my number one priority, always.

i think the main reason i was hurt so much and that i wont forgive my grandmother is because i really relied on her to be someone i trusted to be with my siblings and take care of them, especially when there's so little people i trust with them.

idrk what im asking here, maybe just to rant? idk im just very sick of the situation and i wish there was something i could do without going against my judgement to make things the way they were.

whatever advice you have, im willing.

Hi!

Honestly, I think whatever you decide is valid. She broke your trust and you have every right to tell her you don't forgive her.

I think you're also being really mature by saying you'll be civil.

Now, if she makes a HUGE effort to show she's changing, working to understand her past actions, learning about how to better understand your siblings and their needs (as well as yours) and she like...puts her all into that? Then maybe down the road it might be worth reconsidering. But for now, I wouldn't feel guilty. Let HER feel guilty and do some work showing she can do better.