#jo's characters

[cy-lindric]

Jo and Roach, girls for a wlw short story about vampires and legal disputes in south Paris

[thecoolersouthparkforeignkids]

hey m8 can i get a lil help here?

wut do if feel not like man

v importint, feel susidal

-@2-stupid-aussies

uh personally I sit in the dark until it goes away or sleep sleeping is good can't be depressed if ur sleeping also don't kill urself, kill someone else that was a joke pls don't actually kill anyone

[bobcat-art]

mo dao zu shi? don’t you mean

Jiu Jiu’s Bizarre Adventure

(thank you @princess-of-purple-prose for the image description!)

[narcissistshandler]

Plspls do another vinny , Jay and joker fic

Your depriving us of a good smut

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦

pairing. vinny hong / jay jo / joker x reader

warnings. top!reader, amab!reader, blowjob (reader receiving), deepthroat attempts, reader has a big dick (on vinny's part), frottage, virgin!jay, caught-in-the-act kink (mentioned only), semi-public sex, anal sex, possessiveness

a/n. Me? Depriving you guys of smut? Never

Vinny Hong

Your relationship with Vinny is one of the slowest, you need to persist in not giving up halfway when he puts a wall between you. And even when you break down those barriers, there's still more on the other side. He's all for kissing, at first policing your touches and your hands that travel further and further. Vinny is hungry for this, there’s no masking the way he melts against you when your lips meet, but he’s equally scared by that fact. It takes calm to move forward with him — the first and only time you cornered him and let him feel how excited he made you just by kissing, he kicked you, even though he was just as hard. It was instinct and purely your fault, he said.

So it's an unhurried progression; you reassure him by giving, without expecting anything in return. And when Vinny finally feels comfortable enough to see you naked, he simply stops, making no move to continue the blowjob he was going to give you. Your cock is inches from his face, which you’re not sure if is blushing or pale. The head is red and dripping, twitching just in anticipation of being in his mouth.

"What happened?" You ask, already out of breath even though you've barely started, arms resting on the wall in front of you, the wait killing you. But you learned to have the patience of a Buddha, push too hard and Vinny would run away.

“Why the fuck are you so big?” Vinny throws back, glancing at your cock with an attention that makes you want to apologize for your size. “That’s going to dislocate my jaw.”

It takes a bit of convincing for Vinny to even try. His eyes still argue even as his mouth gets full. He's careful about it, spending several minutes just focusing on the sensitive head before trying to put more in his mouth. His lips stretch pornographically around you and you can see his jaw tightening with every inch.

After gagging a few times, he pulls back, coughing and giving you a glare, blaming you for being so big that it triggers his gag reflex. You say he doesn't have to take it all if he can't and that seems to have the opposite effect since now Vinny is doing his best to show that he can take your dick all the way if he wants. (he can't).

The mere sight of it almost makes you cum. Vinny is clumsy and stiff in his first blowjob and if it isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen. Even though you already anticipated the answer, you still try, control almost slipping through your fingers, "C-can I fuck your mouth?"

Vinny pulls your cock out of his mouth so he can respond, the mixture of pre-cum and saliva glistening on his lips. The wet pop will be stuck in your head forever. "No, you're going to suffocate me," he is firm in his answer. He then looks at where your fists press against the wall, almost making a hole in it. "But you can grab my hair if you want." You do so without any convincing.

No amount of gagging is enough to embarrass him into stopping, and maybe not on his first try, but he'll get there eventually, training his throat until he can swallow your cock. He's proud like that.

Shame won't let him practice on some vibrator, so you're his test subject and Vinny isn't happy when instead of standing still and quiet, letting him learn to swallow your cock, you start moving. If you don't want him to look for another source of learning, it's best to be patient and keep your desire and orgasm under control. Give small hints, but nothing too direct. Let Vinny figure out the rest on his own.

(He doesn't say it out loud, but he wants to learn, he wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel.)

The subject of anal sex is still taboo, though. He'll need more time to let you get close to his ass. But you're in no rush, there are so many more things you want to teach Vinny.

Jay Jo

Jay is so organized and keeps control over everything in his life that it shouldn't surprise you that much, but the way your addition to his life seems to disrupt the normal functioning of his flow amuses you, while also stressing him out. You're the chaos in Jay's life, which has been going off the rails for some time now — but you end up derailing it.

Your stoic boy. Your rigid virgin boyfriend who aside from embarrassment whenever you made sexual innuendos still spent hours awake researching anal sex. A walking contradiction.

Even Jay is surprised by how much he likes you. How every touch of yours sets him on fire and he can't stop thinking about your kisses and your hands all over him.

He's secretly a pervert who masturbates practically every night while thinking about you. Like a drug, Jay becomes addicted to you. He's easy on you: mouth falling open as soon as you get too close in anticipation of a kiss, kissing you sloppily with an enthusiasm that belies how tense he feels. His cock is equally sweet to you, already knowing its owner well.

"See, your body knows exactly who it belongs to,” you say with an easy laugh, hands circling Jay’s hips, thumbs right next to where a tent stretched across his pants.

Jay blushes furiously, throwing an arm over his face, hair messy on his bed. Lips red and marked by your teeth. You wanted to devour him whole.

It only took a little kissing to get him rock hard and leaking for you.

"You're the one who keeps rubbing against me," Jay accuses. "It's a perfectly normal physiological reaction to physical stimulation."

"Yeah, sure, smart boy, whatever you say," you say, rocking against him.

"Don't be condescending to me."

"Condescending," you repeat. "I love it when you talk smart to me."

Jay gasps as your erections rub together. He immediately bites his bottom lip, trying to swallow all the sounds of pleasure. His bedroom door is locked and you're home alone, but the possibility of being caught, interrupted, excites him, you know it does. Jay loved to pretend to be demure and chaste, but he would always give you the filthiest looks at the worst moments and then blame you for not knowing how to control yourself.

He was all for forcing himself to stay still and biting pillows while you made his toes curl in ecstasy. Something about forcing himself to be quiet, fearing being heard, always made him come harder.

You lick his neck as you slide your fingers inside his pants. Jay jumps and gasps when you touch his hot, bare skin. "Let's see how many times you can cum before your mother gets home."

Joker / Hajun

Joker has no instinct for self-preservation when it comes to you. He doesn't fall in love easily, his heart doesn't open up to just anyone. But when he does, he is the most generous lover and the most naive in parts.

There is nothing you can ask of him that he wouldn't give you.

Joker only has eyes and ears for you. Your word is truth and your wish is his command. He doesn't care about anyone else's opinion but your and what turns you on, turns him on too. He's good like that. So there's not a bone to stand in his overheated body when you corner him in the bathroom after a particularly tough fight.

Joker anticipated your concern, it was one of the reasons he never liked it when you was there to watch him take and throw punches. But you were at every single match.

You unwrap the bandage from his fists and wipe the blood away with a frown that, despite not being meant for him, still makes him feel things — excitement and dread. You touch him as if you fear hurting him, making sure nothing is twisted or broken and no teeth have been lost. After checking that Joker was fine despite the bruises, however, a key turns and you have him so tightly in your grip that it almost hurts.

Joker tries to avoid looking at his reflection in the mirror, mouth open, split lip bleeding again and hair damp with sweat falling in front of his eyes. But then he finds your eyes, possessive and angry behind him, nails digging into his hips as you pounds into him, again and again.

The preparation was quick at best, not enough to keep him from feeling the penetration in his stomach.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, muffled voice reverberating in the bathroom. Outside, the inconvenient person had given up on knocking on the locked door. Joker nods, drunk on pain and pleasure. "Good."

One of your hands wraps around his neck, and the pressure alone is enough to make his legs go weak.

"I hate seeing you hurt, I hate seeing these marks left by other people on you," you continue, never stopping to fuck his brains out like you hate him, like you're fucking obsessed with him. "I'll cover them all with my own marks — scratches, bites, hickeys, my fingerprints. I'll paint your skin with my touch, so you won't forget who you belong to."

He deeply desires this. Never let him go. Remind him who owns him. Mark your ownership on him, from the inside out.

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

no i will not elaborate

[wigglybunfish]

Been rereading Little Women recently... or technically, properly reading it for the first time. The last time I touched this book was when I was ten, and the book I touched was a shortened chinese edition (or was it just the first half? anyway) Here are the sisters in 21 century post covid and I think Beth would've loved the groundbreaking invention that is the Hoodie

[janus-cadet]

Happy Pride Month, Part 2!

Here is a second line up, with some characters you guys asked for!

[octobertomarch]

Protecting Sakura against the evil cousin

We all know that one meme, yeah?

[sexypeople-contests-2025]

[velnna]

I wasn't joking when I said I was gonna give him a happy AU [shoves tiefling Amy in there to pester the bug]

[sevarchive]

thinking about them being the big spoon every morning, all sleepy warmth and tangled limbs. their arm is draped over your waist, solid and snug, bicep pressed close like it was made to fit there. they’re still half-asleep, breath slow against your skin, and when you try to move just a little, their grip tightens instantly.

“mm... where you goin’?” they mumble, voice thick and rough, lips brushing the back of your neck. “s'too early... stay with me.” they press a soft kiss there, then another, slower this time, like they’re not fully awake but still need you close.

you feel their fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, tracing light patterns on your stomach. they shift behind you, leg slotting between yours like they’re trying to hold you in place without saying it out loud. their touch is gentle, but there’s something intimate about it; like they know every inch of you and still want more.

“you feel too good,” they whisper, voice rough with sleep, barely more than a breath against your skin. “don’t make me get up yet…”

and just like that, wrapped in strong arms and soft kisses, the world can wait.

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[laurenillustrated]

The March Sisters 📚

Little Women illustration based on the book!

[togament]

“Why the fuck would I want him back of all people?”, you tell your friends, side eyeing the man in question—your ex—from across the bar whose sipping on god knows what concoction. You end up meeting eyes with him and you falter for a moment before you continue, slightly stammering over your words, “fucker ain’t even worth my time anymore.” You take a large swig from your drink while he takes a mere sip from his.

Minutes after, you’re bent over the bathroom sink with your ex’s girth impossibly stretching you with his face in the crook of your neck and his hand over your mouth to cover your moans facing the dirtied mirror. Faces flush with the effects of alcohol and unbearable pleasure. Nothing’s covering the sounds of the rhythmic *plap plap plap* from his harsh thrusting though. You’re grateful the god awful bar music’s drowning it out slightly. Slightly.

You kind of hate how he only gets to fuck you like this so secretly now. You kind of wish you both didn’t—

“Ngh—baby-“, he mutters against your neck and you tighten around him. It sends a wave of pleasure through his body before he speaks between each thrust, punctuating each syllable between each one, “f-fuck—you liked that huh? Missed me? Well I missed ya too,” he thrusts harder and you swear his voice got a bit softer. Your face is against the mirror now, his larger hand now circled around your hip to reach your clit.

You remember why he’s your favorite ex all of a sudden with his fingers expertly working you the way he knows best.

“Fuckin’ missed ya too. Missed fuckin’ MY pussy.“

— ENDO, Sakura, KAJI, Chika, Kiryu, Togame, YOUR FAVE.

[haileyyscomet]

"women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts."  - jo march ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

[gothicrepetitions]

It's so funny that Sam has apparently has no thoughts about Jo despite the fact they're very clearly inverted characters. Like he saw Jo who desperately wants to hunt even though her mother pushes her to live a normal civilian life and go to college and thought. crazy, not that this is not relevant or relatable to me in anyway whatsoever. I have never felt more removed from a situation in my life.

[bellamysgriffin]

Ellen Bass, The Thing Is