#uncharacteristically tearful rn and I do not know how to manage that

[zombiesama]

ya know. After years of feeling entirely isolated it's really weird to suddenly have people who WANT to take you to stuff??

like. Not suddenly suddenly. but like. The past year! I was invited to Ren Faire and they enjoyed having me around so much that they invited me to an anime convention AND the next ren faire??? like wow?

IDK I just spent so long thinking no one would ever want me around for stuff like that? so like. Discussing plans makes me all asldfhskdh

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky!! May I make a large order of ice coffee with extraaa ice! Any toppings of your choice, I'm not picky! The names on that order are Miya and Cherry Blossom! Thank you!

Congratulations on 1000 followers by the way!! Hope your event goes well!!!

What a perfect time to write this request 🥰

Lmao this was supposed to come out like a week ago, but i get sleeby at night

Happiest of belated birthdays to my sweet boy.

Miya is my son and this entire website will be aware of it. I will be known as his mother.

Wow damn fuck I really do be kinning Miya hardcore rn

CW BELOW THE CUT: mentions of parental verbal abuse

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

It wasn’t like it was such a big request… Don’t get him wrong, he’s thankful for his life, but Miya was certain that his birthday was supposed to be a happy day.

So why wasn’t this day ever a good one?

His fourteenth birthday… Miya couldn’t believe that he had gotten this far, honestly. Even through all of the shit that his mom and dad made him go through… they still loved him… right?

Well, he didn’t have time to find out now. Blocking out the yelled, belittling messages, Miya grabbed his skateboard, and out the door he went. 

The boy hastily blinked away the threatening tears in his eyes. If his mom never saw him cry, she would never ever win.

Was this normal?

Surely this couldn’t be normal. What little boy was yelled at every single year, without fail, on his most special day?

Raindrops began to patter down onto the sidewalk below his feet- well, wheels. The pitch-black darkness of the sky didn’t help his vision either, but the boy picked up speed and went to find the two that he trusted the most.

He took out his phone, somehow managing to push the buttons in the worsening rain, and shooting a text to his groupchat with Joe and Cherry in it.

As he covers more and more ground, he’s filled with dismay when he doesn’t receive a text back. Oh well, at this point he’s just going to show up. The pattering raindrops against his skin are torture. He’s freezing, barely able to see a thing.

The boy reaches Sia La Luce and shakes the rain out of his hair. He opens the door with shaking hands, ignoring the shivers wracking through his body.

Two pairs of eyes are immediately glued onto him. He felt like he was on a talent TV show, only being able to murmur a strained “Help please… I’m really cold.”

Kaoru was at his side almost instantly, kneeling at Miya’s level, and draping Kojiro’s hastily removed jacket around the boy’s shoulders. The pink-haired man’s face was laced with pure concern as he brushed away the locks of wet hair stuck to Miya’s forehead.

Joe retreated to the kitchen, likely to grab something. Meanwhile, Cherry was carefully asking Miya open-ended questions, hoping to keep the boy from distress.

“Are you alright, child?”

The brunette nodded, pulling the jacket closer to him. He knew what was coming next, he just wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Do you think you can tell me what happened?” The man’s voice was uncharacteristically tender and soft. A gentle hand was laid on the boy’s back.

“Nothing major, really.” Miya murmured, looking up to notice Joe emerging from the kitchen. “I’m just glad I’m here…”

“Hey Miya, come here.” The green-haired man had a smile on his face.

The boy’s head barely reached over the top of the counter, so he turned to Joe with outstretched arms. Kojiro picked him up effortlessly, revealing the surprise on the counter.

There was a cake on the counter, a collaboration. Baking done by Kojiro, the loopy writing and frosting cats courtesy of Kaoru.

“Do you like i- Miya?”

Both men turned their attention to the brunette who had tears rolling down his cheeks. Their gazes turned sympathetic once more.

“How did you know today was my birthday?”

“How could we forget?” Kaoru asked with a smile, striding over to his companion’s side and placing a hand on Miya’s back.

The lamenting boy turned to Cherry, leaving Joe’s arms and latching onto him in one fell swoop. The pink-haired man hugged him in return, holding the child close to him and running his hand along his head.

“Thank you…” Miya whimpered, “for being my real parents.”

Kojiro joined in the hug, leaving the restaurant silent, save for the lamentations of the boy who had finally found what love feels like.

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[kozumebunny]

Denji x f!reader: perfect reality together

canon divergence, homelessness, ya know only basic level thoughts going into this. the classic.

>I like to think maybe you met when he was still homeless on the run from the yakuza

>Pochita has already given Denji his heart BUT Pochita is still a dog SO he likes to wear dog clothes, sweaters. little booties. the works.

>its canon because these are MY comfort head canons

>I like to think you guys meet very specifically when one day denji is forced to look through garbage cans for food

>he's lost bread privileges pray for him

>but he finds you just. dumping over trash cans in the city streets. and its cold. you're soaking wet. just dumping over trash cans, shivering, and tearing open the bags rifling through them looking for food.

>Denji turns away to leave, he's maybe a block away when you grab him by the hand and give him a half eaten sandwich. its soaked wet from the rain.

>you bend down to give Pochita some little bits of meat you found

>oh boy. Denji?? SMITTEN

>WHIPPED

>SIMPIFIED, IF YOU WOULD

>so yeah that's how you meet

>you keep running into each other and you give him food

>he'll split his slice of bread with you

>and they say romance is dead

>and as for y'all being homeless together??

>idk I feel like you guys will like. either it gets late and Denji decides to just crash at your place yes he's thinking about sex but no he won't initiate it with you. makes him feel dirty :(

>or maybe you just. after giving him food you just follow him back to his little pile of blankets and couch cushion that is his pillow and pochitas bed and just. stay with him there that night. and sort of unofficially move in??

>when he meets Makima, she already knows he has the chainsaw devil obviously. and that's what she wants. but all you do is come up behind him and wrap your arms around him and squeeze. "please don't leave me denji" Pochita swears he can feel his heart break inside of Denji's chest

>Makima is of course a lil furious maybe even offers some booby but its too late. Denji's thinking about YOUR boobies pressing into his back. Let him leave this conversation cause I swear his dick is playing dance dance revolution rn

>so um yeah. maybe even tries to manipulate you to get Denji to join her task force

>so here is where life gets more difficult for you too

>she wants the chainsaw devil

>so now you have Aki, power, and Kishibe coming after you

>of course, if there are public officers after you there are private officers after you

>Hirofumi doesn't have a hard time tracking you down. He manages to find you guys first. after all, if you're rummaging through garbage you've gotta be homeless

>not that hard to door dash yourself some food

>but when Hirofumi finds you he doesn't really want to kill you

>you're just a human. you're a kid arguably. 15? 17?

>Denji is clearly the same age but... he's just as much a kid.

>knows it because when he opens the door to the little run down van that you two are hiding out in and sees Denji grabbing some handful of boobs he knows that he's down horrendously and just a kid.

>he's not a crazed chainsaw devil who's a danger to the public

>So Hirofumi does something uncharacteristic

>offers to help

>hides you out in his crappy little studio apartment

>you have to walk pochita so he can go to the bathroom

>cue Denji procrastinating his homework assigned by Hirofumi to learn to read and write

>you procrastinating with him <3

>anyways idk where to go with my brain rot from here

>I feel like. even though you are holed up in his apartment, and Denji is very limited in going out and Hirofumi keeps up the front of being a college student and not looking for you guys, he still has this attitude of mysteriousness

>Quanxi most likely finds you guys. and because she's an assassin, she doesn't plan on taking Denji alive. plans on bringing his head to Makima and claiming a reward or bounty of some sort.

>but when she does find Denji he's playing a video game. with you. you guys are just normal. she tries to tell herself don't fall for it. so she leaves and watches. and watches. and watches.

>and she sees the way Denji is so delicate with you. he goes out onto the balcony in the early mornings and prunes your plants for you so you can sleep in. and gives them to you with a bowl of cereal with breakfast in bed. She sees the way Denji plays fetch in the house with pochita and accidentally breaks three glass cups. Denji cleans it up and fesses up to it when Hirofumi comes home. She sees the way Denji helicopters you when you come home from a minimum wage job, dumping your cash and paycheck on the table and sitting in a chair. Pochita eagerly wagging his little tail handle at your feet, licking your legs, as you bend down to give him scratches. Denji moves behind you to massage your shoulders, wrap his arms around your shoulders, nuzzle his face into your neck and give small kisses to your check.

>and Quanxi knows. something is wrong here. Why is Denji being hunted? She hasn't even seen him in his devil form, she isn't even sure if anyone has. Something is amiss.

>so she does something unusual. calls kishibe and the first words out of her mouth are "I'm gay" and while Kishibe is silent she tells him what she's seen what her thoughts are and what she thinks might be going on

>she hasn't had a run in with Makima yet so how would she know

>so kishibe shows up at the front door when Hirofumi is home asking to meet you and Denji. Quanxi is there. A little game of catch up.

>found family trope with star crossed lovers the end

>just want to be Denji's little homemaker wife

>stay home making a quilt for him <3

>okay but also when y'all first living with Hirofumi he is SUCH a little shit

>"oh you're NOT dating her Denji? well I can fix that and I'll date her for you :)"

>just loves to rile up Denji because haha kids so easy to bully is fun

>is like an annoying older brother

>calls you kiddo in the most obnoxious way possible

>a hate crime

>also when you're living in the rundown immovable van

>its got no ac so you guys keep a front side window a little rolled down for air

>curtains in the front so no one can see in

>lazy mornings with sun there

>just. sleeping on top of denji face smooshed against his chest with an arm around your waist and Pochita curled up in Denji's other arm

>just staring at each other in the early mornings

>he eventually does ask to touch your boobs and it escalates so fast

"Can I... touch your boobs?" Denji swallows harshly, but he doesn't stop looking at you.

"I, uh-", he clears his throat and looks away as his face turns a bright shade of red.

Wordlessly, you move his arm further around your waist, and up, under your shirt towards your chest. you place your hand over his and show him how to squeeze and knead it.

"I've never kissed a girl before either", Denji dazedly mumbles. He short circuits when you press a shy kiss to his lips.

"I've never kissed anyone before either Ji."

That's all it takes to get him to snap out of his stupor. Denji gets excited and soon is between your legs, pulling them closer towards his hips, both hands on your boobs eagerly groping and kneading. He's eagerly rutting into your hips, sloppily French kissing you, and straight up sucking on your tongue. Going into your neck, sucking as hard as he can, hands on your boobs roughly squeezing as he pivots and grinds his hips into you-

The door to the van opens. You try to catch your breath, while Denji stares at the man with a tentacle around his neck with wide eyes.

The first thing the man with black eyes says to you is "god, I better not go to jail for witnessing two horny teens.

[bowieandqueen11]

Hello, and Goodbye / Klaus Hargreeves Imagine

Request: How good was season 2 of umbrella academy! Can I request a Klaus x reader where he meets a young woman in the 60s and they fall in love. Only to have a heartfelt goodbye when Klaus has to travel back to 2019? 

Noooo @billhaderstrashbag​ I’m so EMOTIONAL RN <3

Warning, some strong language!

Comments and reblogs are really really appreciated!

Klaus always forgot how uncomfortable the ground was, until he was being shoved down onto it.

In his mind, when he rushed out of that muddy, dirty alleyway and straight into 1960s Dallas, everything would like a clean slate. The diner he had randomly chosen to run into, where no one knew who he was, and no one knew he had helped bring about the end of the world, he thought, would be vibrant, buzzing with young people so familiar and yet so different from him, and rock n roll would be playing on some crappy jukebox in the back. The servers would be in bright uniforms, likely on roller skates. Everything would be classic, refurbished and perfect. If only, he ended up thinking when he landed on the pavement, he had paid more attention during Reginald’s history lessons.

On bursting through the double doors his smile faded. The place was dingy, cluttered and smelt of old frying oil, the seat covers in the bays were faded red and ripped, and the servers had sneered at him almost immediately when he had slid into one of the booths.

‘You smell, and you’re chasing away all my customers pretty boy, so stay out!’

Landing in a dirty puddle, Klaus blows drops of water off his lips and watch them angrily fall back to the floor with a contemptuous shake of his head. He hated being wet, and he hated, more than anything, being left to fend for himself again.

‘Fine!’, he shouts resigned to the floor. He ignores Ben’s shaking head as he grimaces, rubbing his elbow as he pulls himself up to a sitting position. ‘Your food smells shit anyway, you couldn’t pay me to eat it!’

‘We’ve been here, what, twenty minutes and you’ve already pissed someone off. Nice going, dumbass.’

‘Oh shut your pie hole Ben, I’ve already been abandoned by enough family members today.’

‘Well hello there, stranger. You’re looking awfully crumpled down there. Need a hand?’

Klaus glanced up from where he was sitting on the floor, noticing first not the hand that had fallen down, outstretched to him in the first kind gesture he had received in, well, months, but the jewel on your finger instead. In the golden Dallas sunlight, it glittered like the sun-kissed ocean lapping the sands, and so he grabbed onto your hand, gently pulling it off your finger and snapping it shut in his palm as you graciously pulled him up.

The second thing, Klaus Hargreeves noticed, was how beautiful you were. He felt almost bad for stealing your jewellery, but as you smiled at him, all worries melted from his head and instead he found himself giving you a dopey, love sick grin in return. Ben, already seeing where this was going, only rolled his eyes and turned to walk off down the street.’

‘What would your name be, young man?’

‘Uh...Klaus! I’m Klaus, and I am delighted to meet you. Enchante.’ He wiggles his eyebrows as he kisses the back of your hand.

‘Hello there Klaus. It’s very wonderful, if a little odd, to meet you.’

~

The morning had broken like the sweet melody of a blackbird, full of promise, freshness and newness to come when you had woken up in Klaus’ arms this morning. Now it sat like a cold cup of coffee waiting to be drained away.

As soon as you stepped back into your home, and dropped the groceries off by the front table in the hallway, you knew something was wrong.

None of the lights were on, was the first clue, despite how late in the afternoon it was. Klaus had told you long ago about the number of times he was left to fend for himself in the darkness of his dad Mausoleum, and from then on at least one light was always left on in the mansion. 

Yet there he was, standing in the half-light of the living room, almost looking like the shadows he’d spent his whole life trying to avoid. Hunched over, you could already see his shoulders were trembling underneath his black trench coat, and you already knew, although you tried to shake the thought out of your mind as you stepped towards him, that your time was up. 

Pausing by the doorway for a moment, you let your eyes roam over him before he noticed you were there. You’d have to go in eventually, you know you did, but at least this way, before you placed your hand against his shoulder and broke him out of his nightmare, you had a few moments to prepare.

He shattered underneath your touch like fragments of stardust, lips quivering as he turns to you. Trying to put on airs, he fails to smile at you, his lips only slightly twitching in his usual half smirk. You can see it in his eyes, the ones that bore so desperately into your own, as he turns to grab onto your fingers, that he’s thinking of pleading, of begging, of getting down onto his knees and asking the universe why it won’t allow him to keep one good thing, anybody in his life that he loves more than himself.

Instead, you speak first, not allowing him the chance to crumble.

‘You have to go, don’t you.’

He doesn’t say anything, can’t find any of the right words to say to someone he loves this much. Instead he just allows his heart to ache in that familiar way it had since he was a child, that intimate knowledge and feeling of loneliness and heartbreak as he keeps scanning your face, trying to find anyway out of it this time. He wanted nothing from his life, nothing, no fame, no drugs, hell he would even take the ghosts, if he could just spend one more day in your company.

Eventually he lets go of your hands, biting his lower lip as he reaches into the back pocket of his black bell bottom jeans, pulling something easily out.

‘I was going to ask you to marry me, but I’m not sure we have time for that riggght now.’

His tone is a false cheery you can see right through, but what he couldn’t stop were the shaking of his hands as he holds the diamond out in front of you. The same one, you realise with a gasp, he had stolen from you the first day you had met. You had always thought, as you were pulled along in the tidal wave of this troubled young man, unknowable but all encompassing, that he had pawned it in order to find a better life for himself, for the two of you. The truth, in fact, hurt more.

Trying to collect your thoughts, you only cup his hand, letting the ring fall back into his palm, before gently cupping his fingers closed and just allowing him to tremble in your touch.

‘I would have loved to marry you. Keep it, but do me a favour? Don’t let me know when you’re going. This is the last memory I want to have of us - a happy one.’

‘But I don’t want to leave.’

His bright green eyes locked onto yours, and you could see then all the torment he had faced in his life, as if some ravaging storm had been encased within his soul. He opened his mouth as if to speak again, but only blubbered, trying to fight back his tears. Eventually, so uncharacteristically for him, he quietly managed to whisper, ‘please don’t leave me.’

Then the storm was let loose - the ocean started to leak, little water droplets streaming down Klaus’ rosy cheeks, burning so hotly against his skin in a way they hadn’t since he was ten years old, during Reginald’s first experiment.

‘Please don’t leave me alone again. I don’t want to go.’

‘Well I’m telling you that you have to. You trust me, right? Well I’m telling you, Klaus, my love, that I am not more important than the end of the world.’

Klaus bit his lip, eyes roaming over every piece of furniture in the living room to make sure they don’t connect with yours again. His body squirms against your touch as you pull his hands towards you and encase him in a hug, melting into your arms. His hand desperately clings onto your shoulder, the other pulling away to cup your cheek.

‘...What if you are to me.’

Slowly, and inevitably, you stand up onto your tippy toes and press your lips against Klaus’. It’s soft, and gentle, and familiar, but it’s filled with so much warmth, so much knowledge that you two were always meant to find each other, no matter when or where you were, that you belonged together, if only for a short while. It filled him with warmth, and calmness, tenderness spilling from his heart and rushing to every corner of his body, each inch of him saturated with a love that, yes, he may lose, but he was so glad he had even managed to find in the first place.

Eventually, you pull away and press your forehead against his for a moment, before pushing against his chest and letting him out of your grasp.

‘Goodbye, Klaus.’

[jojo-daydreams]

Can I get some Jotaro x Reader n/s/f/w? Reader is Jotaro's former college roommate and now about to be smol Jolyne's step-mom and Jolyne is with her mom rn and reader and Jotaro were reminiscing about their college lives and they end up having the sex?

here u go anon!!

i tried my very best ◍´Д‵◍

N// S// F// W// below the cut!

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When you walk into your shared bedroom, you see your fiancé sitting on the bed, laptop in his lap, typing away. It’s a familiar site for you, you’d walked into Jotaro’s room on many an occasion just to relax with him while he worked diligently on whatever Fish Thing currently had his attention.

Smiling, you flop down next to him.

“Whatcha workin’ on?”

He just hums in response, clearly not listening.

You poke his ribs gently, finally getting his attention.

“Good grief, what is it?” He says, sighing as he closes his laptop.

“Excuse you, is that any way to talk to the Future Mrs. Kujo?” You tease.

At that he cracks a smile, eyes softening just a smidge.

“Hmm, when’s she is acting like a child, maybe it is.” He says, reaching over to grab the hand that had just been jabbing at his ribcage. He holds it for a moment, his free hand placing his laptop on the nightstand before reaching back over to gently touch the engagement ring on your finger, his expression unreadable as he stares down at it silently. You wait a few moments, but decide to speak up when he still says nothing.

“Jojo?”

Jotaro hums in response, tearing his eyes away from the ring to look at your face.

“It’s been a long time since you called me that.” He says, and though his tone is neutral sounding theres still a look in his eyes you just can’t seem to place.

You grin. That’s true, you used to call him Jojo all the time in college. The two of you had been thick as thieves back then, or at least, as close to that as someone as stubborn and withdrawn as Jotaro could be. You’d been good friends though, and you’d missed him when he seemingly vanished from your life after graduation- saying something about a ‘Speedwagon Foundation’. You didn’t really realize the full extent of your feelings for him until he was gone, and it’d been crushing for you when you did, only to hear through the grapevine that he was married with a kid on the way.

Your grin fades a bit as you remember that time in your life. It had been pretty rough for you, though you knew it wasn’t Jotaro’s fault and you never blamed him for that ache you’d carried around all those years. Or at least, rationally you didn’t. How was the man supposed to know you were madly in love with him, you’d been his roommate for a bit over two years of your time at college, and you’d never said anything. Sure, the two of you had flirted a bit here and there, but it was never anything serious.

“Why are you frowning?”

You barely manage to keep yourself from jumping as his nearly concerned voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his face was closer now than before and he looked a bit worried, brow pinched, his hands still holding yours warmly.

“It’s nothing.” You reply, flashing him a smile, “Just thinking about… everything I guess. Never really thought I’d be. Well. Mrs. Kujo.”

He tilts his head at your words, eyes searching your face.

“Cold feet?”

You shake your head quickly.

“No! Of course not! I just meant, like, College Me probably never would have guessed it. She’d be surprised I think.” You say with a chuckle. She really would be shocked, in all honesty. You hadn’t thought of him that way back then, or at least you tried not to. You think that you must’ve been afraid of ruining the friendship you two had. You don’t think you would’ve made it through college without Jotaro’s supporting you.

Jotaro looks at you for a moment, eyes narrowing, before he suddenly lunges forward, pinning you to the bed and looking down at you, his eyes betraying a hint of something smoldering beneath his calm exterior.

“Well, College Jotaro wouldn’t be. He’d probably be pretty excited.” Jotaro says, his warm breath ghosting over your face as you raise a brow at his words.

Oh?

“Oh? Is that so?” You tease, batting your eyelashes in a rather over-exaggerated manner.

“It is, he’d probably be mad at me for taking so long. But he’d also probably be happy he finally gets to sleep with his hot roommate.”

You turn your head to the side, trying not to laugh right into his face at that. Something about Jotaro saying that with such a straight face had you giggling, though you try to contain it. Jotaro ignores the chuckles that manage to slip out, and starts pressing kisses along your jaw, entirely undeterred, mixing in a few gentle bites as he makes his way down to the column of your throat, and your laughter turns into soft gasps.

You whine when you feel one of his hands slide under your long shirt, moving up to cup your breast. His thumb drags across your hard nipple and you sigh, your hands curling against the sheets. He teases you for a few more moments, then withdraws his hand, straightening up for a moment to remove his shirt, and with a bit of wiggling and cooperation on your part, he removes yours too, and you’re left in just your underwear.

Jotaro wastes no time once your shirt is out of the way, leaning back down to alternate between sucking and tweaking your nipples. You moan at sensations, just a bit of pinch and then his tongue soothing it over, your legs clench involuntarily, and you’re already embarrassingly wet. You blame it on the fact you think the idea of Jotaro finding you hot back in college has you feeling some kind of way.

You draw in a deep breath, trying to focus on something other than how good he’s making you feel.

“Did you ever… y’know, get off thinking about me just down the hall back then?” You ask, and it comes out weaker and more breathy than you’d intended.

Jotaro stops, leaning back to look at you for a brief moment. But he doesn’t reply, instead grabbing you by the hips and dragging you up the bed a bit more and removing your underwear in a fluid motion.

“Answer me Jotar-oooh” You start to prompt him again but you cut yourself off with a moan when he slides a finger inside you, crooking it and rubbing over that spot that already has you seeing stars.

“Did I ever get off thinking about you? Don’t ask stupid questions. Of course I did.” He says hotly, practically growling it at you, adding another finger and sliding them both in and out slowly. You’re already so wet it’s so easy for him, and the lewd sounds of it combined with Jotaro’s words, his tone, have you blushing madly.

“I would have dreams about you. I’d wake up in the morning craving you. I wanted to kiss you so many times I thought I was going to go insane.”

You moan helplessly, unable to do much else. Jotaro removes his fingers after a few more moments and frees his cock from his pants, lining it up with your entrance, continuing his uncharacteristic dirty talk as he thrusts into you.

“I used to fantasize about eating you out on that couch that we always shared when we watched tv. I can’t even count all the times I thought about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Did you really have no idea how I felt, how I looked at you?”

He groans as as he bottoms out, and you feel so fucking full, so fucking stretched, you reach up for him, scrambling to find some purchase. You end up digging your nails into the skin of his back, earning another groan from Jotaro as your hands slide down, angry red lines raising in their wake. Later when you see the marks you’ll probably be embarrassed, but right now you’re honestly not having any coherent thoughts. All you can think about is how hot you feel, how hot Jotaro feels above you, and how good it feels as he fucks you, his hips slapping against yours roughly. You wonder if it’s going to bruise, but honestly don’t really care if it does.

You moan as Jotaro speeds up his rhythm, the bed springs starting to creak. You reach down with one hand to stroke your clit, you’re so fucking close, you just need that last push. Jotaro seems to sense this, and he leans ever closer, and now your bodies are practically entirely pressed together.

“Come for me, I want to hear it.” he says, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. You gasp, moaning his name so loud you’re quite sure the whole neighborhood can hear you, eyes clenching shut as your orgasm hits you.

Jotaro thrusts into you a few more times, helping your ride out your orgasm, before burying himself as deep he can and letting out a groan as he spills himself inside of you, his whole body tensing for a moment. He shudders once, twice, then goes limp against you.

You remove your hand from between the two of you as he relaxes, letting some of his weight rest on you carefully as you both pant, his head dropping to your shoulder. When he pulls out you twitch a bit, you feel kind of empty now, and you can feel some of his cum seeping out, probably making even more of a mess of the poor bed. The hand that had been scratching up his back slides up into his sweaty hair, carding through it affectionately. You’ll worry about the sheets later.

When you finally find your voice again, you speak softly, a sly grin on your face.

“I would’ve really enjoyed letting you eat me out on the couch. It’s not too late for that, really.”

You can hear Jotaro muttering a muffled good grief against the bare skin of your shoulder, and his breath tickles you a bit.

“Insatiable. You’re insatiable. Give me a break.”

“I’m just saying. We do own a couch.”

[glass-neo-alchemist]

Hey pal, about the fic requests: how about some good ol Frankenstein and Jekyll butting heads over something? I just need to see them argue about anything rn...

eyyy here we are again

Tap

The woman’s tapping had grown incessant.

A consistent and continuous tap tap tap had followed Doctor Jekyll into the attic and had yet to seis in the nearing fifteen minutes of, ‘how long have you been staying awake in the past nights?’ And ‘Have you thrown up any more blood in the last evening?’ And the ‘How well have you kept down your food?’

While all of his questions pertaining to the very fragile health of the mad scientist were met with the usual scorn and sarcasm, the rhythmic and unending tapping had been a new one.

Doctor Henry Jekyll was about five seconds away from tearing Frankenstein’s hand off from her wrist.

To his credit, the good doctor had tried a variety of ways to get her to stop, or at the least bit, get her to channel that energy to something quieter. At the first request, she had grinned ear to ear at his annoyance and considerably quickened the pace at which she tapped. While she did slow down back to her normal tempo after a few minute, the tapping itself, did not stop.

While Henry was measuring out her medication, pouring out Isoniazid into a thin tube, he made the unfortunate decision to comment on how it might have been a bit easier to measure without the distraction. This was absolutely the wrong thing to say as the mad woman took it upon herself to get up from her bed and sit down at the chair at the other end of his work table, and start tapping on it as he measured.

For the momentary glances Edward Hyde took upon his other half, the encounter was enough for him to find the need to appear in the mirror against the wall and cackle loud enough to momentarily silence the tapping.

Tap, tap, tap, tap

“Miss Frankenstein, please, I would greatly appreciate it if you would cease.” This time Jekyll shot a glare to the woman. She glared back.

“I’ll stop whenever the hell I want to stop,” she paused and looked away.

“And that’s Doctor Frankenstein to you.”

Jekyll’s hand stilled on the gas knob he was adjusting, set his hand down on the table, drummed his fingers against the wood, once, before turning to the woman with a pleasant smile on his face.

“Remind me once again, mam, how many years of medical school did you finish?” the woman at the table shoot the man a pointed glare as she spits out “Four” as if the word was venom on her tongue.

Doctor Jekyll looked to the side and hummed, questioning, before saying.

“Now I’m not quite sure, but if I remember correctly, you never did finish that fourth year…” he trailed off, glancing back to the, now positively steaming, scientist at the other end of the table.

“And where was it you heard that, Jekyll? A book you read!” she spit. Henry feigned innocence as he put a hand above his heart in mock shock.

“I’d beg you not to call me untruthful mam, after all that was the only source of information about yourself. But please, you would know better, I’ll ask you, how many years did you finish? Miss Frankenstein?” the look Frankenstein shot the doctor could curdle milk.

“I spent three years and a semester at the stuffy-as-hell university of Ingolstadt, before setting out to complete my greatest work!-”

“Ah-ah-ah miss Frankenstein, you just admitted,” Henry cut off, which in retrospect was probably a bad idea. He got up from his chair to face the woman fully.

“You are still a semester away from becoming a doctor.” Frankenstein fumed as she finally stopped her dreadful tapping. She used the table as a crutch as she stood up from her chair.

“I am a doctor, through and through, I never needed a stuffy university full of old men thinking they’re better than you to tell me that.” Her voice was low as she glared up to the taller man. “I created life!” the creature, who had been in the corner for the duration of Jekyll’s stay (offering no assistance to the good doctor) and reading a book, rolled his eyes at Frankenstein’s statement.

“No matter how much you ‘feel’ like a doctor doesn’t matter if you never finished learning how to be one.” Jekyll stated flatly. “Finish that second semester and I’ll call you a doctor all you like.” Frankenstein scoffed. Jekyll sat back down in his chair to measure out the rest of the solution.

“And to do that, you must survive the illness I’m treating you for.”

Frankenstein bared her teeth in a grimace as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Stuffy Doctor Jekyll, I’ll bet you positively adored collage, you’d fit right in.”

“I did enjoy collage, actually, I enjoyed learning new things, meeting people, people I’m still close with even this many years after-”

“Enjoyed not doing anything exciting, nothing out of bound, not breaking rules, living like a doll in a doll house without any meaning, just another painted gentlemen.” Henry’s hand stilled for a moment at the end of her sentence, before taking a silent breath in and continuing his work.

“I have done plenty of exciting things in my lifetime.”

“More like I have!” Hyde poked his head out from the mirror again, mildly amused by the banter.

Jekyll desperately thought ‘shut up’ at the specter despite the fact he knew well Hyde couldn’t hear him even if he wanted to.

“Name one.”

Henry was a little upset at himself for seriously considering telling the madwoman about Mocant. However his silent pondering was taken as a lack of answers by Frankenstein as she barked out a laugh.

“I knew it! All you are, and all you ever will be is a wanna-be mad scientist! No matter how much you learn about chemical and equations will never come close to what a real scientist feels when experimenting! When unraveling the secrets of the universe!” she shouted, fist in the air and a grin on her face. She laughed and dropped her fist, leveling her grin to a smirk.

“You, Henry Jekyll, will never be a true mad scientist.”

Henry Jekyll had had enough.

For a moment the good doctor simply closed his eyes. A moment later he heard the sound of shattering glass and his eyes flew open as he shook the broken glass from his glove.

“Shit.” He had shatter the vile he was holding. Frankenstein barked out a laugh

“Tempter tempter Jekyll, how vulgar! Don’t tell me I actually managed to get under your skin?-”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” the grin had not dropped from her face

“Shut up. Shut up!”

“Really Jekyll, that’s no way to talk-”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Fuck!” Henry got up so fast his chair fell to the ground.

“What do you know! You don’t know me! You don’t know what I’ve done!” he shouted “Doctor Frankenstein you were my idol as a child! I wanted to be just like you! A mad scientist! As a child I would cut up animals and sew them make together with my mother’s sewing thread to be just like you!” Frankenstein’s eyebrows raised on her forehead in surprise.

“I am trying to help these people, all these scientists! And you come in! My childhood idol! And you are intent to burn it to the ground faster than I can build it!” the good doctor had started to pace the room, Frankenstein watching his movement with a frozen grin and wide eyes on her face.

“I just want to help these people! I just want to be good for them, so they can do all the things we couldn’t without fearing for our lives! I didn’t want any of this to happen! I just wanted to be good! I didn’t know what would happen!” Henry felt much too stuffy, like his skin was being compressed and his skull itched. He stopped and fell backwards against the wall, hands covering his face.

“Doctor Jekyll?” came the uncharacteristically quiet voice of Frankenstein.

“What must you mock me for now?” he mumbled.

“What exactly have you gone and done to yourself now?” she questioned, Henry groaned

“I’m afraid I haven’t the slightest idea what it is you’re referring to mam.” he muttered behind his hands. The voice of the creature finally bounced around the small room for the first time since the good doctor had entered almost twenty five minutes ago.

“Mister Hyde?”

Henry’s hands flew from his face to jerk his face to the Creature in the corner, also glancing at the mirror in the process and his heart dropped to his stomach.

At some point Edward must have come out of the mirror as his signature green-blue smoke filled the room, however Mr. Hyde himself was nowhere in sight. Looking at the mirror Jekyll knew something was terribly wrong with his own reflection.

He still for the most part looked himself, however as he had pulled at his hair it seemed to have grown out with the pull of his fingers, the roots were streaking into blond tuffs. His clothes had started to look much too big on him, and most startling of all was the acid green that stared back at him in surprise.

Doctor Henry Jekyll didn’t even stop to say goodnight as he sprinted out the door.