Screenshot Redraw From That One Episode Of Jojo Part 4 Where Josuke And Okuyasu Went On A Date

GREETINGS EVERYONE!!! I've spent the last couple of months working on a full length comic adaption of @goodlucktai's beautiful 'fishbowl' fanfic!!! Below you can read the fruits of my efforts :) Enjoy!

This comic takes place before Dressrosa

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if this doesn't paint a perfect family picture then idk what is

the father and mother

and their child

MARAUDERS TEXT!

James: hi baby, hope you have a good day <3

Regulus: if you shoot me in the head, maybe i’ll have a good day

hiiii so i might’ve been stalking your blog for the entire 3 hour car ride :33

can i pretty please request more aftercare fluff w/lucifer? i looove the way your write him!🫶🏻

have a good day/night‼️‼️

a/n — I meant to do this SO much earlier! Anyways i’m super sleepy right now and lowkey just want to write fluff so here’s this!

“Luci, you did so good. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” you coo down at Lucifer as he came down from his high.

It had been a particularly intense night, sex-wise, and it showed on the poor man’s face. He looked terribly spent and drenched in sweat. 

His body was littered with love bites and bruises from you, adding to the pathetic image of him sprawled out on bed.

Your heart ached at the sight of him, “Aw, sweetie, did I go to hard on you?” You massage his cheek with your thumb, he leans into you.

“No it was— god, it was amazing. You were amazing,” He gazed up at you adoringly, “You are amazing.” 

He looked at you with large doe eyes, “Can I help clean up, or anything?” He almost pleaded, desperate to help you.

Warm feelings of affection flooded your chest, “Lucifer,” you draw out, “Baby, you’ve already done so much for me. Give yourself a break, you look beat.”

Contrary to your point, Lucifer felt like he hadn’t done enough for you tonight. He almost felt guilty for receiving your love, especially if he didn’t think he reciprocated enough.

“Angel, please, I wanna help.” His eyes fell on you once again, gazing at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

He looked like a lost puppy, waiting for your command. You took pity on him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the sweetest, prettiest boy ever?” You spoke, words laced with sugar as you leaned down to plant kisses all over his cheeks. 

He giggled dumbly, once again looking up at you and waiting for instructions on how to help.

“How about—“ you think, there wasn’t much you wanted him to do, especially in his state “—how about you sit here and look pretty while I run a bath?”

“My dear.” He warned, drawing out his words in a kinda of whine. 

He didn’t look happy with this answer. As much as you wanted him to take it easy, he desperately wanted to help you clean up.

“Alright, I’ll go run a bath and you freshen up the area, how’s that sound?” you inquire, earning a much more approving expression.

With extra effort, you carefully helped him and yourself off the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.

He was obviously in pain as he left to go get a washcloth and fresh sheets, but as he was so determined to be of service to you, you let it slide.

You ran the bathtub water to a good temperature and lit some candles around it. When the tub looked, smelled, and felt appealing enough, you called out for Lucifer.

“How’s it going it there, babe? ‘Tubs ready,” you dip your toe in the water before sinking in fully.

“Be there in a moment, my love,” He called back, voice half-gone and groggy.

When he finally shows up in the room, he looks absolutely exhausted. Although objectively cleaner, he looks miles more disheveled than he did before tidying up. 

Once again, your heart fills with love towards the man. He was already tired, and still put forth effort to clean up, just so you had to do less work.

“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at him, opening your arms and welcoming him in the bathtub.

All but reluctantly, he slinks towards you and practically falls into the water. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close to your chest.

He sighs and rests his head on you, happily curling up into you in the warm water.

“Hm, what candles did you light?” he asks quietly.

“I think something vanilla-y. You like it?” 

“The vanilla ones are my favorite. I think this is vanilla bean,” He hums softly into your chest. You rub his back your hand and use the other one to fish over the side off he bathtub.

There, you pulled out three oddly specific rubber ducks; a yodeler duck, a chef duck, and a duck that actually blows bubbles out of his snout. These three were Lucifer’s favorite.

He gave a small gasp when you pulled them out and set them into the water. You could see him regaining a little energy. 

“You know, the yodeler one has an interesting back story,” he practically gloated, pulling the ducks close to his chest. 

“Oh?” you question, “Well, please share, then. Don’t leave me on the edge of my seat.” You pull him closer to your chest as he holds the yodeling duck up in the air.

“Well, I actually got the materials in a different layer of hell. The craft supplies was good but the food was terrible there,” he rambled on lazily.

Increasingly drowsily, he explains its back story and how he got to work and little details like that. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder to see if you were still listening, or even cared.

To his surprise, you always were. He subconsciously snuggled further into you. Sleep crept into his words every time he spoke until it was undeniably time to get out.

You were exhausted yourself. You lazily got out of the bathtub and dried off, Lucifer following soon after. 

As to both get comfortable in bed, you rest your head on his shoulder and realize he had brought the ducks with him.

“Can I— can I keep explaining?” He asked timidly, yawning afterwards.

You pull him close and wrap your arms around his stomach, “For as long as you’re awake, sweetie.”

He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was passed out. Just as suspected, in few short minutes of Lucifer’s rambling, you were both sound asleep. 

a/n — okay I HAVE to get some Vox content out after this because I have been lacking so much. There are lots of requests so expect more of him soon.

Okay, it happened to me once :'D

why is this the funniest thing ever

When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.

Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.

Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.

No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.

He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”

You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.

Just pick him up and place him somewhere else

hello author! tysm for your hard work and congratulations on 1k! can i request yoo joonghyuk with male reader and prompt #5?

a/n: i'm going to combine this with another request cus i saw potential... so this will be pretty long.

@whiteblackym : Yoo Joonghyuk (Orv) with #6 w/ male reader

•"i'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you." (#5) & "you just don't satisfy my needs anymore." (#6)

warning: top male reader. penetration w/ no condom. big, tough men need to be taken down a notch 😈. soft dom reader? yjh likes to rile you up. manhandling. a little spanking and forced orgasm. choking. actual smut starts a little into the plot.

i wrote this blindly without double checking so sorry if something is misplaced 🥲

inspired by this twt video.

1647 words.

1k event!

he hates that he's aware of every trickle of breath hitting his ear, fingers touching his skin, lips subtly brushing against his own as you leave the bed to prepare for aftercare.

joonghyuk was used to this, but why were you so soft with him? even after he said mean words, bites on you whenever he can, pushing you away... is it because you know he loves you?

and yoo joonghyuk? he rarely dirty talks, he doesn't make much noise, and he doesn't do much to help you relieve sexual tension. what if he's the boring one?

you walk in, telling him the bath was ready and helping him out the bed. joonghyuk is silent as you bathe him, whispering praises in his ear. telling him he's so precious, that you love him...

it's constantly reminding him; why are you so soft with him?

it built frustration in him. growing bigger and faster than ever. simply making love with you, adoring the way you let him get on top and the way you subtly degrade him, telling him he can't even pleasure you properly.

he only bites his lip, concealing his excitement.

the feeling of wanting to be fucked until he can't even think is killing him. he doesn't mind how soft you are, it sometimes gets him flustered, how easy dirty words fall from your lips in such a gentle, and loving tone is a mystery to him.

sometimes when you'd get a little rough with him, you'd quickly apologize and murmur sweet words to him. he knew you had it in you to...

should he... say something to you?

so joonghyuk, being the oh-so-clever man he is, decided to do it in the best way he can. to be bratty. he wanted to see how far you can go with his attitude before your snap.

everytime you'd ask him to do something, he would completely ignore you, sometimes doing it but half-assed. you blink before sighing, picking up after him. joonghyuk would only get bolder by then. smashing his lips against yours, fingers running over your bulge in public.

but whenever you'd try to take action on his behavior, trying to give him what he wants, he slaps your hand away, telling you 'not tonight'.

"is there a problem, love?" there it is. that sullen smile you give him everytime you wanted to punish him.

joonghyuk shrugs, plopping down on the bed beside you - "you just... don't satisfy my needs anymore."

you freeze, this was happening because he wasn't opening up to you? "well, what do you want to do?"

he doesn't answer you, only shrugging again before tucking himself in bed. he knew very well what he wanted, he just couldn't himself to say it out loud.

you lay beside him, contemplating what to do...

the next days, joonghyuk acted as if nothing wrong was happening, yet again ignoring you.

he could spot the way your brows knit together, jaw clenching before you calm down. he resists to urge to smirk as he drinks from his mug.

"joonghyuk, can you help me with this?" he walks in front you, glancing at the bags of groceries. he was much stronger than you, he could easily help you out...

joonghyuk only walks past you to shut the door to your apartment, locking it. "why?"

you set the bags down on the counter with slight difficulty, before exhaling harshly from your mouth. "there's still more in the car, help me please?"

"don't wanna."

you stare at him in bewilderment, shaking your head slightly. joonghyuk was keeping an eye out for your expressions, butterflies wanting to burst out of his stomach. "joonghyuk-"

you rub your face in frustration before dropping your hand and approaching his figure. joonghyuk gasps in surprise when grip his jaw. you pushed him against the counter top, joonghyuk's hands reaching out to grip your wrist as it starts hurting him.

"i'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you."

joonghyuk freezes, mouth drying up.

you spot the tent growing in his pants, his leg bouncing up and down. "don't tell me that's what you want?"

"i fucking knew it." you scoff at him, releasing his face and placing your hands on your hips. "all this because you wanted me to get rougher?"

joonghyuk stares down at you with glossy eyes, "are... you mad at me?"

the next thing joonghyuk knows, he's getting pinned against the counter, his ass grinding against your growing erection. his eyes widen when you lower his pants, spanking him. once, twice.

and they weren't very gentle either.

"you're wearing nothing under this? what a fucking slut."

joonghyuk grips onto the counter at the harsh sting filling his body. his upper body gets pushed down on the counter everytime he tried to pick himself up. your hand digging into his shoulder.

"remember your safeword?" he nods, groaning when you smack him again. "use your words."

"y-yes.." he gulps as you tell him your rules. no talking, no touching and to use his safeword whenever. he gives a small nod again, flinching when pinched his waist. "i understand!"

his tan skin is flushed all over, his shirts bunched up by his hands and his ass red with your hand imprinted on him.

your hand fondle with his chest, moving his collar out of the way as you bite down on his shoulder. joonghyuk shakes as teeth break skin and blood fills your tongue. it was times like this that you didn't mind the bitterness. you lick the wound up, your hot breath on him causes joonghyuk to quietly whimper.

you pull away before kissing the wound. joonghyuk kicks off his slippers and pants, leaving only his socks and shirt on.

you hadn't told him to remove them. "stay still."

he shakes in excitement as you reach into your pants, stopping shortly. he reaches for your wrist, stopping you from leaving. he looks at you for permission to speak, you nod. "ah, you don't need lube..."

he guides your finger to his entrance, letting you feel the wetness inside him. he's been prepping himself for days.

joonghyuk bites his lip at your amused tone. "i could probably fit three fingers at once with how loose you are!"

and you did. squeezing your fingers in and ignoring his stammering, you squeeze his hips with your hand, rubbing his sides to assure him to your weren't going to hurt him. that badly.

"look at that!" you whisper in his ear, pounding your fingers in and out, making sure to hit his prostate with every thrust. joonghyuk pants loudly, gripping the counter table, his knuckles turning white.

you pull out your dick, pumping yourself in the process. joonghyuk only seems to be more turned on at it.

"you gonna cum? already?" joonghyuk's stomps his foot, casting his hips away from your merciless hands as droplets of his cum drip down to the floor.

joonghyuk falls to the floor as you pull your fingers out. "come on, stand up, love."

he doesn't, instead siting on the floor, groaning as pain shot up his spine.

"get up, joonghyuk." you take a hold of his forearm, trying to get him to stand but he shakes his head frantically, pushing your hand away. "get up."

"can'tcan't," he pants loudly, whining slightly when you let go of his arm and push him on his back with your foot.

"very well. brace yourself, joonghyuk."

you hold his weak, trembling form to the ground, pinning his thighs apart as you slam inside with ease, not holding yourself back anymore. you groan, throwing your head back. "you feel so good."

joonghyuk's breathing gets erratic and cuts off shortly. his back curves into you, holding his legs apart for you. his walls clench around you tightly, keeping you inside and making it hard for you to even think about pulling out.

each plow goes in deeper and faster that joonghyuk needs to claw at his thighs to calm him down. he places his hands on the floor, searching for something to hold onto, choking on his spit as cum shoots out of him.

he squirms his hips, you bury yourself inside him to the hilt. skin smacking against skin fills the room as you place your palm on joonghyuk's twitching dick, stroking the head to push him past overstimulation.

"(namenamename)!!" he rushes out, releasing his legs to grip your wrist with all his might. which is a lot, might you add.

he kicks his legs out in panic, digging his heels into your waist.

"shut up." you growl, your dominant hand shooting out to wrap around his throat. joonghyuk jumps in shock, dick bouncing as he gets hard again. he stares at you with wide, teary eyes. his hair a mess and that stoic look was replaced with a more needy one.

"you like this, joonghyuk?" you laugh at him as you're adamant to make him cum again. said man tries to deny it behind shaky whines.

"n-no! m'not a slut!" he cries out, muscles flexing under your harsh stare. he struggles to breath with your hand on his neck, hiccups coming from him. you release his throat and swollen cock.

"hm... you're lying to me again?" you slow your pace, dragging your cock against his twitching walls before you pull out completely and unexpected, edging yourself in the process.

joonghyuk clenches around air, he was so loose, you could practically have your way with him. "then have fun using your fingers."

joonghyuk only tightens his legs around you, stopping you for escaping. "no. please..."

you drag your finger down his red, leaking cock in a teasing manner. "please what, joonghyuk?"

"...please fuck me! i'm sorry for how i acted, please forgive me..." he sneaks his arms around your neck, and pulls you down, his lips brushing against your cheek. "p-please..."

...

Eren: The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?

Mikasa: You know who else is beautiful?

Eren and Mikasa, at the same time: Armin Arlert.