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xxsabitoxx · 1 year
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Team Bucciarati & Accidentally walking in on you while you are changing
Warning: all characters are 18+ in this situation, kinda suggestive content ahead if you squint? Well beside Mista’s but… really nothing crazy lol
Reader is female!
A/N: I have like 37 fucking JJBA smuts I could finish yet here I am writing this stupid shit LMAO — also my phone is acting so infuriating lately so please bear with me if there are any typos Proof read? Never
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Giorno Giovanna
He knocks, every single time, so how this even happened is beyond him. Maybe it was because your door was slightly ajar, maybe it was because it was only the two of you home in the apartment the entire gang shared, whatever the reason was… Giorno still failed to knock. “Y/n do you ha—oh.” He froze midway through the door, eyes widening ever so slightly as he looked at you. You were mid-change, a shirt on but no pants, panties sticking to your frame as you turned to face him. “Giorno!?” You yelped, grabbing the closest item to shield your lower half — in this case it was your pillow. “I’m sorry I…” he was turning around so you only saw his back. “I just wanted to ask you something but it can certainly wait till you are decent…” he was making his way back out of your room, face burning just as brightly as yours.
Bruno Bucciarati
He wasn’t thinking, knuckles hitting your door a few times and pushing it open without waiting for a response. “Y/n I need you to help me with this paperwork…” he locked eyes with you, his tired brain taking a second to process that you looked shocked. “B-Bruno!” Your hands were over your bare chest, hugging your breasts tightly. He blinked once, twice, three times before his cheeks were turning neon red. You’d never seen him exit your room so quickly, hand over his mouth as he clicked the door shut. “My deepest apologies…” he was muffled from behind your door but you could still hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I am… so so sorry… forgive me I…” you began to laugh, reaching for a shirt to throw over yourself. A second later, you were opening your bedroom door. “No need to apologize, Bruno. It’s alright.” Your cheeks were still warm, but it felt less awkward seeing how shy he had gotten. You found it rather cute.
Pannacotta Fugo
It’s a rare occasion for Fugo to even come close to your room. He probably couldn’t even accurately describe it if he wanted too. So how he ended up where he was now? So red in the face he was nearly purple? Was still a mystery to him. “Oh? Hi Fugo.” You smiled, reaching for your perfume, it seemed you were oblivious to the fact that you were only in a pair of panties and a bra. His mouth was hanging open, eyes comically wide as he tried to process what he was seeing. “Fugo? Are you alright? You usually don’t come in my room?” For you, it wasn’t really a big deal. I mean you’ve all been to the beach together before, you weren’t really showing that much more skin at the moment. “Earth to Fugo? Did you need to tell me something?” Your hand waving in his face was the only thing that snapped him out of it, mostly because of your new proximity. “I-i’m so sorry! I don’t even know why I came in here! I’ll just let myself out I…” he was still muttering as he left, hands coming up to hold his face once he was out of your sight.
Narancia Ghirga
You’re used to it by now, he quite literally never knocks and always lets himself in. “Hey Y/N! I need to ask you…” you jumped, moving to cover yourself before realizing it was just Narancia. You mostly zoned out when he started asking you questions, some how you’re half assed answers seemed satisfactory for him. Most of the time, Narancia sat in your room talking your ear off as you got ready for the day. He was, in every sense, not phased seeing you half naked. Of course he’d never seen you in anything less than a bra and underwear, but in your eyes it was the same as being seen in a bikini. Narancia was just…Narancia. “Where do you even come up with these questions?” You slipped a shirt over your head, laughing as he tilted his head. “I dunno.” Was all he could give you, eyes training on your CD collection as you rummaged through your closet for a pair of bottoms. Really, it didn’t even phase you anymore.
Mista Guido
The last thing he expected was to get a face full of your ass when he walked into your room. “Merda, y/n! You could kill a man with a sight like that!” Always a smart ass… and a flirt. You rolled your eyes, straighten from where you had been bent over rummaging for pajamas. “You scared the fuck out of me, Mista.” He made his way into your room, throwing himself on your bed. “Ah well, you scared me too with an ass like that. The very thought of you sitting—“ you picked up your pillow and began hitting him with it, laughing as he attempted to block. “You are such a horny bastard.” You shook your head, finally flopping yourself beside him when he stopped putting up a fight. “I can’t help it! Having a roommate as good looking as you… who loves to walk round half nude…” the pillow was hitting him once again, this time both of you couldn’t contain your laughter.
Leone Abbacchio
He was only walking into your room because Bucciarati sent him to get you… what he failed to do though was knock. “We’re going to dinner, hurry your ass up so we can…go…” he froze, eyes matching the size of yours as you instinctively covered yourself with your towel. “Why wouldn’t you knock?!” You felt your face getting warm, knowing full and well that Abbacchio had quite literally just seen all of you. “I—“ he swallowed, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, even that quick glance of your body was engraved into his mind. “I’m sorry…I…” he was stumbling backwards out of your room, praying his cheeks weren’t turning as red as they felt. “J-just hurry up so we can go get dinner…” his voice was strained, quite unusual for him, which was making the situation all the more awkward. “Okay…” you croaked, mentally reminding yourself to lock your door from now on.
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thornybubbles · 1 year
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Playing a Horror Game with Josuke and Okuyasu (non-yandere scenario/headcanons)
Note: These headcanons are based in the current year and aren’t yandere themed. As much as I like yandere stuff, I have to take a break from it every now and again. So, here’s a little something from my brain’s lighter side. (You’re still going to be playing a horror game though!)
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Josuke is a bit nervous about this. He’ll never admit it in a thousand years, but he’s not a fan of horror games. The last one he played scared him badly enough to give him nightmares for days and he never played it again. When you asked him to play a game called “7 Days to Die”, a survival/crafting/zombie horde game, he wanted to refuse, but when you mentioned that you had been playing the game with Okuyasu for a few weeks now, he immediately downloaded the game from Steam. He was a bit miffed (and very jealous) that you had been playing with Okuyasu and neither of you bothered to invite him until now. You didn’t say anything to him at the time, but you knew all about his aversion to horror games and were reluctant to invite him to play due to how intense 7 Days could get. It was Okuyasu that insisted that you invite his best friend, because the two of you had been having some trouble with the last few zombie hordes and he felt that Josuke’s gaming experience could come in handy. So you relented. 
Okuyasu, in spite of his… limitations… proved to be a genius at building. He managed to design a beautiful fortress with a kitchen, sleeping quarters, garden, storage room, and even a watchtower. You helped him surround the fortress with an impressive concrete wall and surrounded that wall with a ditch full of metal spikes. Neither of you had quite reached the level where you could get the perks that allowed you to create automated defenses… at least you hadn’t. 
You found out that Okuyasu hadn’t bothered to put perk points into anything yet. He’d been collecting unused perk points since level one and hadn’t unlocked ANYTHING! No wonder you guys were struggling! After getting him to actually use his perk points (and making sure he invested them in perks that were actually useful), the two of you began to set up more high tech defenses. This, of course, was after you finally got him to stop giggling stupidly at the fact that there was a perk called “Sexual Tyrannosaurus”. 
When Okuyasu first spawned into the game, he spotted what he thought was an NPC in the distance and ran over to them. You tried to warn him over Discord that it wasn’t an NPC, but when you heard his startled scream, you knew it was already too late. He was zombie chow. He respawned in the desert and it took you forever to find him again. When you did manage to find him, he was fighting off a flock of zombified vultures. You sighed and went to his rescue. 
When Josuke was creating his character, he was disappointed that he wasn’t able to give his character a pompadour. He settled for a mohawk.
When Josuke finally joined the game, he spawned in the snow. It was a terrible starting point, but it didn’t slow him down at all. It took you and Okuyasu a long time to get to him, but by the time you found him he was already wearing padded armor, managed to loot some ruined houses for ammo, and made a pipe rifle and a sledge hammer. 
“Hey guys! What took you so long?” he said, as he stood outside of his shack that he already had surrounded with wooden spikes, while cooking meat from a freshly killed wolf over his campfire. 
You stared at him, a little bit envious of how quickly he progressed with no guidance at all. It took you a while to figure out the mechanics of the game and took you even longer to explain it all to Okuyasu, (and he still struggled with it from time to time). You glanced up at the day counter at the top of the screen. You didn’t have much time. Maybe it was a good thing that Josuke was so good at picking up the game so quickly. 
“We need to hurry and get back to the base.” You said. “We only have three days before the next Blood Moon.” 
“Oh that’s right! We haven’t finished setting up the rest of those traps!” Okuyasu chimed in. 
“And you’re gonna need much better armor than that.” You said to Josuke, looking at his character’s very basic armor.
“Uh… Blood Moon…???” Josuke asked, sounding confused. 
Oh boy. Josuke hadn’t bothered to do any research on the main mechanic of the game. You told him that you would explain on the way. Josuke gathered up the few supplies that he deemed important and followed you and Okuyasu back to the base. Along the way, you explained to him just why the game was called “7 Days to Die”. 
“You have a total of seven in-game days to do things like build, gather materials and supplies, look for food and water, and take quests from the Traders. On the night of the seventh day, a Blood Moon rises and a horde of zombies comes after you. It doesn’t matter where you are, they’ll find you. You can’t hide from them and you can’t run from them. Your only choice is to stand and fight.” you explained. 
Josuke was really quiet as he listened to your explanation. That sounded absolutely terrifying.
“And the attack lasts all night long!” Okuyasu added. “Also, everything is bathed in an eerie red glow, like the gates of Hell just opened and unleashed its lost souls upon the living!” 
He added the last part in a creepy voice and let out a maniacal laugh. 
“Don’t be so dramatic, Okuyasu.” You said, rolling your eyes at his antics. 
Josuke was having some major second thoughts. 
“Great…” he muttered under his breath. You managed to pick it up through Discord though.
“You, uh… you gonna be able to do this, Josuke?” you asked. 
“Y-yeah! It can’t be that bad… c-can it?” he said, trying to sound brave but failing. 
“Weeeeelllllll….” 
You didn’t think it would be fair to lie to him.
“With every level up you get and every week that passes, things get more and more difficult. Eventually you’ll come across different kinds of zombies and some of them have different abilities. Some are stronger, some can jump really high, some can call other zombies, some explode…” 
“Explode?!” Josuke shouted. 
You explained more about what to expect from the game. The more you explained, the more Josuke doubted that he wasn’t going to have nightmares that night. 
Eventually you all made it back to your base and Josuke was impressed with your progress. Okuyasu proudly showed him around while you rifled through your supplies, looking for what you needed to make Josuke a decent set of armor for his current level and perks. You also searched through your weapons and ammo supplies as well. While you were impressed with how quickly Josuke managed to make his own weapons, a pipe rifle and a stone sledge hammer weren’t going to be enough for what the next Blood Moon would throw at you. You realized that you forgot to mention that with each Blood Moon that passes, the Blood Moon hordes get more and more intense, including the stronger variations of zombies. Glancing at the day counter again, you realized that it wouldn’t matter if he knew or not anyway. This next Blood Moon would be rough. You just hoped your preparations were going to be enough. 
Josuke proved a big help in preparing the base for defending against the horde. He helped you and Okuyasu plan better defensive strategies for the upcoming Blood Moon. It was his idea to set up an extra two layers of barbed wire around the spike pit. The barbed wire would slow the zombies down, allowing you to pick off the more dangerous ones. The spike pit would take care of the rest. It sounded good in theory, but having been through several Blood Moon hordes before, you couldn’t help but feel a bit worried that it wasn’t going to go as smoothly as you hoped. Okuyasu set up some robotic turrets to mow down the oncoming horde from the watchtower. It seemed like a good plan. You started to feel a little more confident about your chances of surviving the next Blood Moon. 
Josuke’s first night in the game was pretty awful. No lighting of any kind was allowed because you discovered earlier that light attracted curious zombies to your base. Campfires were only used for making emergency rations or to warm up when your characters got wet and cold when it rained. Josuke hated that. He asked if you could have at least one torch but you said no. It was just too risky. So Josuke spent that night huddled in the darkness of the main room with you and Okuyasu with the only light coming from the moon. While the “home base” music was comforting, it still held a slight sinister undertones to it and when it wasn’t playing, the night time air was filled with all kinds of strange sounds that set him on edge. 
“W-what the hell was that noise?!” he yelped. 
Okuyasu chuckled at his obvious nervousness. 
“Just nighttime ambience to make the game spooky. Trust me, you’ll know if it’s zombies.” you told him. 
Speaking of which…
Your base was suddenly surrounded by the sound of footsteps rushing around the outside. . 
“Shoot…” you mumbled. 
“What? What is it?!” Josuke demanded, his voice pitched with growing terror. 
“I forgot to mention that the zombies gain the ability to run when it’s dark.” You said. 
“WHAT?!!” Josuke shouted. 
You could hear the snarling and growling near the front of your base. It was the unmistakable sound of zombies angrily trying to free themselves from your barbed wire traps. Battle music started playing. 
“HORDE!!!” Okuyasu shouted, maybe a bit too gleefully for your tastes. 
His character threw open the back door and ran up to the top of the watchtower. From there he could see a fairly large group of zombies wading through the barbed wire in an effort to get to the base. Without the sunlight blaring down on them, they were faster and more energized. They were making short work of the barbed wire. They’d already broken some of the traps. Okuyasu killed a few of them, but he could see more coming in the distance. 
“What do we do?!” Josuke yelled, panic evident in his voice. 
“Come on!” you said and led him up a ladder to the roof of the base. 
From there you lead him to the catwalks that Okuyasu set up. The catwalks lined the wall, giving you both a decent view of the approaching horde. You and Josuke began picking off the newcomers, while Okuyasu got rid of the zombies stuck in the barbed wire. 
Eventually, the three of you managed to fend off the horde with minimal damage to the defenses. Josuke felt like his heart had gone up to his throat. After taking a moment to calm down, and metaphorically swallow his heart back down into his chest, he let out a relieved sigh. 
“That wasn’t so bad!” he said. “Man, you guys made it out like the Blood Moon was gonna be tough!” 
“Uh… Josuke…” Okuyasu started to say.
“That wasn’t a Blood Moon. We still have another day before that happens.” You said. “That was just a mini-horde.”
“MINI-HORDE!?” Josuke shouted. “That was like 20 zombies!” 
“Nah, more like 10.” Okuyasu corrected. “Blood Moon hordes are way bigger and they keep comin’ until the sun comes up. I told ya that before, remember?” 
“Oh…” Josuke said. 
When the day of the Blood Moon finally arrived, Josuke spent all of the daylight hours feeling on edge. The three of you went about gathering up the needed materials to do quick repairs, getting loot from one of the nearby houses, buying ammo and repair kits from the Trader, and preparing food and water. Josuke got the idea to set up some storage crates at strategic areas around the base and fill them with supplies so you wouldn’t have to run all the way back to the storage room if you ran out of ammo or needed first aid kits or something during the Blood Moon. 
Finally, the sun set and the Blood Moon had arrived. Just as Okuyasu described, the world was bathed in a red glow, giving it a hellish look. Thunder boomed in the sky and, in no time at all, the horde was upon you. Okuyasu let out a ridiculous battle cry and began shooting down on the zombies with the turrets. You tossed molotovs down onto the zombies as they approached the outer layer of barbed wire. While they burned, you took out your sniper rifle and began picking off the tougher zombies. Josuke just used the machine gun you gave him to pepper them with bullets. Things were going fairly well… at first. 
Then things went sour very quickly. One of your bullets hit a large soldier zombie in the chest, setting off the bomb embedded there, and causing it to explode. The resulting explosion took out a section of the layers of barbed wire and the zombies went right to it. The spike pit took out the first few that fell into it, but eventually the spikes were broken and destroyed, opening up yet another path. The zombies that fell into the pit and weren’t impaled by the spikes began climbing out of the pit and making a beeline for the main gate in the wall. You, Okuyasu, and Josuke killed off as many of them as you could, but eventually they tore the gate down and flooded into the front yard. They had breached your defenses! 
Josuke was panic shooting as he watched the zombies surround your base and begin pounding on the front door and around the walls. It wouldn’t be long before they made their way into the base! Sure enough, the horde broke through the front door and some of the windows. They piled into the base and began making their way up the ladder to you and Josuke. 
Okuyasu and Josuke were nearly deafened by your screaming as you found yourself face to face with your least favorite kind of zombie: the spider zombie. As if a regular zombie wasn’t bad enough, some sicko developer thought it would be a great idea to combine one with a spider, thus creating a monstrosity that had a hideous, arachnid-like face, crawled around on all fours, leapt to great heights, and made the most horrible sounds you’ve ever heard. The creature seemed weirdly focused on you, more so than even the other zombies. It let out an ear-splitting screech before jumping on you. It broke your arm and gave you a concussion. Soon the other zombies joined in, punching and slashing at you and knocking your health down bit by bit. You did your best to fight them off, but both your ammo and health were depleting. At least you managed to kill that horrible spider zombie. 
Amidst the flurry of blows from your undead attackers, you could see that Josuke was having his own troubles. A group of female zombies had cornered him on the catwalk and were now chasing him around the top of the wall. Josuke had long since run out of ammo and due to his undead fangirls, he was unable to get to the emergency supply crate. He used the modified baseball bat you gave him to bash in a few of their skulls, cringing at the cracking and squelching sound their heads made when he smashed them open. He noted that it seemed that only the female zombies were targeting him. Even in a game, he ends up with an unwanted harem. He was seriously contemplating just jumping down into the spike pit to get away from them. He would probably survive…
Okuyasu was doing better than you two. The horde had not yet breached the watchtower and he managed to mow down most of the ones that tried to break in with the turrets. He had a fully stocked supply crate that he only needed to get into once, and that was to refill the ammo for one of the turrets. He was feeling pretty safe at the top of his watchtower… until the flock of zombie vultures flew into his face.
“Not you guys again!” he cried.
Just when it seemed like all was lost, the sun rose and the Blood Moon came to an end. Miraculously, you managed to fend off the last few zombie stragglers. Your base was in shambles. Your poor character had two broken legs, one broken arm, and a concussion and was slowly bleeding out. You hobbled over to the nearly destroyed supply crate and grabbed a first aid kit and some bandages to stop the bleeding. You also put casts on all your broken limbs. Due to your character’s injuries, you couldn’t do much to help as Josuke and Okuyasu healed themselves and started to work on repairing the base. You could only stand there and watch as they started patching things up. 
To your surprise, Josuke was already planning for the next Blood Moon, hoping to be better prepared now that he knew just how intense things could get. You thought for sure the Blood Moon would scare Josuke away from the game for good, but he told you that playing it with you and Okuyasu made it fun, and a lot less scary than it would be if he were playing it by himself. 
If he could handle multiplayer survival horror games then maybe you’d introduce him to more. You wondered how he would do in a game like “The Forest”. Maybe you’d invite him and Okuyasu to join you sometime. In the meantime, you watched your friends start the rebuilding process as you waited for your character to heal.
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obituarybug · 1 month
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Jotaro Kujo says sorry to women
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3-dsimp · 1 month
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Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖
A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)
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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.
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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.
"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"
The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.
"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."
A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.
"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"
He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.
"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"
He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.
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2-dsimp · 1 month
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Praise
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🔞MDNI🔞
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Cw: deepthroating, creampie, praise kink, slight humiliation, oral m! Receiving, mention of overstimulation.
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The Givers
“Fuck…Fuck me, Princess you’re blowing my brains out with how your soft lips keep sucking the ever living fuck outta my cock. Yeah, just like that keep going, you’re doing such a fantastic job fer me. Awe are you thirsty? Don’t worry doll I’m about to give you some jizz milk in just a second”
He groaned.
Feeling the heat of your slick saliva encompassing his foreskin while your tongue mapped out his shaft. Trailing your tongue flat alongside the prominent veins that pulsated underneath your attention. Which caused his heavy balls that were noisily slapping the base of your chin to tighten up ready to burst at any moment. A feral lopsided grin was present on his lips as he tugged on your hair, stuffing his fat dick meanly down your throat before letting out a loud audible growl. His shaft throbbing meanwhile he deposited his salty man milk, coating your esophagus in a creamy white hue.
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The Overindulgent
“Please keep squeezing my cock with your sweet pussy baby! Uhn so delicious, feels sho wonderful I can’t stop… I can’t stop my hips. Don’t look at me like that, you know I can’t help it. It’s all your fault for being so tempting sweetheart! Haa the way your slick heat keeps suckling at my tip is driving me insane~”
He slurred.
Tears pricked his glistened eyes as he outwardly blamed you for how pent up he was. Sawing his long slender shaft in between your puffy pussy lips marinating it with your juices and left over cum he had spurted prematurely. Watching the way your gushy cunt suckled at his leaking blunted tip whenever he’d “accidentally” slip his cockhead inside. In a matter of seconds he became boneless at the sensitivity. And he whimpered bucking his hips while spraying bucket loads of his baby batter all over your simpering walls.
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The Teasers
“Mhm you look so beautiful covered in my seed darling~ Hmm? What was that? You said you want to be full of my dick? Well don’t worry sweetness, keep being a good girl for me and I’ll fuck into your precious twat until all you can feel the phantom shape of my cock inside your tight walls. My pretty girl would love that wouldn’t she?”
He hummed.
Methodically torturing you, his eyes filled with sadistic mirth as he pinched and toyed with your nipples forcing you to arch your back. While he began rubbing against his half massed dick between the crease of your asscheeks smearing his precum against your puckered anus and your dripping pussy. He relished in having you under his control, at you begging for him to give you exactly what you needed while he humped your sweet ass. He momentarily adjusted his hips so that his thick shaft could slide in nicely between your moist quivering thighs. Aiding him in taunting you with the idea of him plunging his cock inside your spasming cunt. While he snickered cruelly into your ear as he kept purposefully knocking his fat tip against your pearl with each controlled thrust.
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Could I just like make a request about the jojos having a darling who does literally everything to stay away. Like they come up with the dumbest excuses or do dumb stuff just to stay away
woot woot, this’ll be my first thing with Jodio hopefully I can write him correctly before doing headcanons. Sort of more of a reaction thingy but hope it satisfies, since I’m trying to get back into a groove of things.
Jonathan
His heart flutters hearing you stumble on excuses, he can tell you’re lying but he doesn’t mention this. Though he finds it in your best interest to have someone looking out for you, in the end. Whatever little thing you busy yourself with, he finds a way to come around. Sometimes it just happens to align with his father’s request to fetch something. Just maybe he twists things around to something you like, even if it only keeps you around for a few extra seconds.
Joseph
The biggest trickster there is, it’s near impossible to try and get out of anything with Joseph. “Mmm, you already used that one” He gives you a quick wink. He knows where you hang out mostly, and can easily tell if you’re not the “ruffian” type. If you’re a bit snarky yourself, he does his best to make you slip up. Or if he’s really determined waste enough time that you don’t have to bother with that other “task” you had to do.
Jotaro
Blunt. To put it lightly, Yare Yare leaves his lips as soon as you stumble through an excuse. He knows how efficiently you may or may not get things done. Anything you’re usually not fond of makes him raise an eyebrow (immediate suspicion if it’s possibly just to impress some other person). It almost feels like an interrogation when he asks the sudden interest in whatever you spilled out. Forget trying to do anything dumb, fib or otherwise he’s not letting you do it. Even if you do manage to slip off and go out on your own, Jotaro is around somewhere.
Josuke
Similar to Joseph he’s pretty on top of silly excuses, because he’s probably made up a thing or two himself. The best course of action for him is making up an excuse himself to get into whatever you made up on the fly. If you ask, he tells you he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Even if it’s obvious he’s lying to you, he makes it nigh impossible to leave “hey that’s what you said you were doing”.
Giorno
He definitely knows the ins and outs about you, so lying won’t likely get you very far. Besides every little excuse you do make, he seems to always have a counter for. It’s almost freaky, if you don’t know how much Giorno negotiates. Though there’s times he let’s you go on the basis of a flimsy lie. Rest assured though something goes missing and it always leads back to him. Anything out of the ordinary for you is promptly taken care of, “That’s a rather interesting way to try to keep away from me” He’d tell you in a friendly tone.
Jolyne
Like her father she can be pretty blunt herself, even insists it’s not a great idea to stray too far. The little excuses you make are intriguing to her, but she counters with her own plans. Sometimes she’ll get you lipstick and see if you’ll wear it out later, depending on what you told her you were supposedly doing that day. Little runarounds with you keep her on her toes making sure you don’t run off. Simple things like getting you to spend extra time with her, with her own little excuses. Eventually there might be a time your handcuffed to her bed, for a day or two. “Don’t you ever get tired of making up stuff? It’d just be easier being here with me you know, I’ve got your back”
Johnny
He’s rather scary when you make up something on the fly to avoid him. His blue eyes bore into your soul, unless he uses spin there’s usually nothing much he can do. As he improves however, the space between the two of you slowly shrinks. Johnny makes it certain one way or another your attention is drawn back to himself. He notes everything you do, so if you don’t “have” something he either has an extra or absolutely knows you have an item. Similar likely happens with your horses habits. If he’s determined he manages to pin you under him. He merely mumbles “Stay” at a little too close for comfort distance.
Josuke (Part 8)
He’s curious at some of the excuses you make here and there. Or hearing about things you’d usually wouldn’t do. He’s not dumb obviously, so he asks if there’s a reason you’re avoiding him. The possible roundabout answers you give, don’t really satisfy. It is cute you’re nervous about it though. He may just simply ignore some of the things you tell him to try and keep your distance. Josuke wants to see you anyway, if he can’t he might try and call just to test if you’re at a certain place. “There’s nothing that can convince me to keep away” He’d tell you at one point or another.
Jodio
“Li~ar, liar~” At least this is what happens when you come up with something on the fly. Admittedly he’s busy with trying to get rich, but since he likes you on a level enough to significantly care. The things you tell him don’t quite match up. It’s not really hard to tell you’re avoiding him, he might even put that out bluntly. He’ll show up randomly when you least expect it, he might swipe something from a friend or delay a meetup somehow. “I don’t really care about whoever else you hang out with ya’ kno~w, it only should be a me and you thing”.
“Just don’t get used to thinking you can avoid me all the time”
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bimbosandbubbles · 1 year
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𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗡- Is so incredibly guilty when he realizes you’ve made him so wanton and needy just by accidentally pressing your supple body against his contrasting hardness. He could instantly feel the his hard cock constrict through the fabric of his expensive slacks.
He has a apparent blush on his face as he slips off to his room and stares down at the product of you simply making contact with him. He feels disgusting for wanting so badly your cunt wrapping lovingly around his thick girth—he feels even more perverted when he thinks about grabbing your cute abundant tummy as you take him in so well. He wishes your pretty pussy was surrounding his cock instead of his muscled hands.
He spits down on his cock,dark blue eyes dilating in lust and pure love. He wonders how you’d speak to him. Would you be shocked by his pure lust for you? For your body? Would you call him a disgusting man for wanting to make you scream in nothing but bliss that makes your eye roll back? Would you shame him for wanting to grip your wonderfully wide hips as he slams into your soppy cunt? Would you turn him away when he craves to feel your soft tummy press against his abs as he looks into your face and fucks you lovingly?
He wants to hear your lips that he longs to kiss,say that you want him to make you his. That you want him in your cunt and only him. He’d treat you oh so good,make you cum until the only thing your sweet voice could say is Jonathan. He craves you so badly,so badly that every time he thrusts up into his hand he imagines your plentiful body jiggling with each hard thrust.
“(Reader)….” He calls out desperately. His thick brows knit together in desperation—desperation for your welcoming presence. He needs you so badly,he needs to grips every fiber of your moldable body. He needs to feel the softness that your skin could easily offer him.
Cum splatters upwards towards his face as he whines and grunts. He envisions clearly your chubby adorable cheeks covered in his cum as he kisses your beautiful features all around. His cock stirs up once more at the thought and he feeds more into his sweet fantasies of you. Oh he longs for you so guiltily…
𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛- Is so lustful when he imagines all the sickly pleasurable things he could to your soft body. It all started when you’d simply saw something that scared you and latched onto him like your lifeline. That innocent touch you offered him opened a door to a different type of imagination. He could feel every inch of you pressed against him,your supple front fitted on him like a perfect puzzle,all the way to your thick thighs squished together so deliciously in fear.
He wished his muscular wrapped around you so he could feel you up secretly. He’d let his big hands wander down to your back—caressing the pinch able rolls that adorn it so gracefully and then he’d go down to his favorite spot on your body. He’d grip your ass so roughly so he could gather the pliable flesh into his hands,what a nice handful.
He pants sounding like an animal who’s drained for water but instead of water Joseph is completely drained of you. He needs to feel your body,he needs to see the goddess like beauty that you hide underneath your useless clothes. His hand wraps around his length more feverishly as he pictures what you could possibly look like nude and spread just for him.
He paints a pretty picture for himself,one where he pushes you up against a wall and rips off any clothes you have on. One where he could feel himself lost in the tight wetness your fat cunt could offer his cum filled cock. One where he slaps and spanks your dimpled ass as he fucks himself as deep as he can into your warmth. Then he’d let his calloused hand wander to your front and grip your belly in a handful that he won’t let go of until he fills you with ALL of his cum.
He bites his lower lip to the point he could taste the metallic taste of his own blood on his tongue. He tries to hold back his raspy groans for you but then he thinks about wether or not you’d like him holding back his sounds. Would his pretty girl like the way he sounds so desperate for her pretty pussy? Would you like when he groans into your ear that he loves the way you look so pretty taking his big cock? Would you get even wetter when he whines about how good you make him feel just by letting him see your naked body? Would your eyes roll back into your head when he folds you up and pushes your leg back to your ears as the tip of his bulb like head kisses your cervix? Would you get flustered when he stares in admiration the way your tummy rolls get more apparent in that position?
So so many questions for what he could do to ruin your pussy with pure pleasure. His hand moves faster around his shaft and he inches closer to his finish. But he can’t finish without thinking about the way he could restrict you. His green eyes close as he thinks about you all pretty and tied up for him. Red ropes digging into your pliant flesh,sinking into your beautiful skin on your thighs and tummy.
With those red ropes of restriction he’d torture your poor pussy for hours until his cock gets black and blue from all stimulation,til his jaw is completely sore,til his fingers can’t thrust up into you anymore. Anything that he could use to make you reach ecstasy would be worn out by the time he’s finished with you.
He groans loudly as white cum explodes all over his insanely toned stomach. His cock grows flaccid only to quickly grow hard again because Joseph pictured his seed painting your pretty tummy. He’s so lustful for you…..
𝗝𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢-Is incredibly annoyed and pissed off when he realizes that he can’t ignore the rock hard erection in his briefs. He rolls his eyes and curses you out for doing what you’ve done to him. Stupid you just had to look at him with those tempting eyes. Stupid you just has to cutely puff out your chubby cheeks when he makes you frustrated with his aloofness. Stupid you just has to look so fuckable in that cute bikini you wore at the beach today.
His rough hand rubs himself through the material of the thin fabric. Thick brows clench in frustration,frustration to be relieved. He thinks about the pattern you chose all the way to the color of the bikini and why exactly you looked so fucking breathtaking in it? Your stomach hanging out of the bikini fabric and your gorgeously wide hips being the perfect thing to grab when he fucks his sperm into you. From his memory he ogles you like a hunter would his prey. He can’t wait to go in for the kill,can’t wait til he hears you whine so prettily for his cock to be inside you.
He can’t wait to grip you all over,to feel your soft body as a whole. Can’t wait to set you down in nice relaxing water and fuck you until your crying desperately that it’s too much. Can’t wait til you hear his deep voice coo and degrade you like the good whore you are. He can’t wait for his hard skin to contrast against your much softer one.
A part of him wants to know how you’d react to him like this. How would you react to him like this? Cock hard and balls full because of you. How would you react to him wanting you so bad? Would you give him that usual cute smile and say “Don’t worry ‘Taro,Imma help you.”? Would you pull down his briefs and jerk him off like he’s doing right now? Would you be shy and not know what to do? Would you let him touch you? Would you let his big hand go down and play with the band of your panties? Would you let him stuff two big fingers into your cunt while he himself gets off by doing that to you? Would you let him call you only HIS slut? Would you let him fuck you?
He groans from deep into his chest,the deep noise echoing in his room. He’d sound exactly like that in your ear if he ever got the wonderful chance of making that pretty pussy his and his only. The things he’d do to you,the things he’s imagining right now. You looking so fucking cute on your knees in front of him as he sits with his leg spread and his cock sprung free from his pants. He’d slap your beautiful face with his heavy cock and make you beg to put just the tip in your mouth. God,you’re so fucking cute to him.
He wants to see your face twist in pleasure and pain. He needs to see your puffed up clit just begging to get slapped by his heavy hand. He just needs all of you right now. He needs to feel you arch up against his chest when he’s giving his thick cock,he needs to feel you run away from his dick because he overstimulates you so easily. He needs to see your tubby little cheeks squished by his hands as he asks you what you want him to do to your supple body.
His mouth gapes open as he feels himself getting closer. He imagines you kissing him,eating up his hearty groans as he thrusts inside your fat pussy. He’d worship you yet hate you. He’d praise yet degrade you. All these complicated urges and feelings will be taken out on you anyway he wants to. He wants you spread out for him,glistening puffy pussy lips only on display for him while he tells you what he’s going to do to you. He’d caress you while doing so,soft tummy rubs being paired with calling you his filthy slut,kisses on your cellulite ridden inner thighs comes with harsh bites and telling you what a good pain whore you are for him, licks and fresh saliva on your drooling cunt will be done with forceful slaps and a bruising grip on your wide hips.
His eyes close in a moment of pure pleasure the second he feels cum free itself from his cock. He takes a deep breath and sighs,staring at his still hard cock,aching for more thoughts of you. Oh how you annoy him…
𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘-Is so perverted when he instantly runs to his room and rummages under his bed to find his special picture of you . He couldn’t help it you made him so hard when your soft hand had brushed on his thigh and gently grabbed it. He finds himself going back to this photo when he wants to stare at you in awe or when he’s in the mood.
He greedily stares at the picture once he finds it and his cock gets even harder in his loosely fitted pants. His hand reaches down to his crotch and rubs it as he takes in the beautiful picture of you. There you were legs spread,clothing covering your mound that Josuke longs to worship,you had a happy expression adorning your chubby face, a face that he wishes to cum all over. But what really got Josuke going was your hand placement,one hand was rested on your tummy and the other was grazing your inner thigh. Josuke knows this is a innocent picture he took of you no less than two week ago,a picture you gave him permission to take. And he’s been jacking off it every night for the two weeks he’s had it but he can’t help it. Not when it allows him to imagine all the things he could do to you so easily.
He could see himself so clearly replacing your hands. If those were his hands instead of yours he’d let his hand on your tummy squish and play with the doughy skin as his hand on your inner thigh inches towards your cunt. He’d rub it through the fabric just like he’s doing to himself right now,he’d run his slender middle finger around the shape of your pussy,applying pressure to different spots every time he traces it through your clothes. He can just see you thrusting up and whining about how he’s being so mean for teasing you. He can just feel your stubby fingers claw desperately for more contact attention on his strong forearm.
And he knows he’d be so mean to you yet he’d do it in the sweetest way he possibly can. He’d tell you to take it like the good girl he knows you can be all while roughly slapping your clothed pussy. He’d decorate your skin with the sweetest butterfly kisses as he reaches into your underwear and pinches your engorged clit. He’d tell you that this is how he shows his affection. That he expresses his love for you by edging you for hours on the end,by licking away at your pretty tears on your chubby cheeks. By groping your plushness, by making you humiliate yourself in front of him. By making you stare at yourself in the mirror while he touches every single bump and curve you have.
He finally frees his cock from his pants,the rubbing sensation no longer being enough for him. He grips his shaft tightly as goes up and down,his breath hitching. Every time his hand moves all he can think about is you doing this for him. He knows HIS gorgeous girl would get him off. He knows that his gorgeous girl would make him feel good. He knows that his gorgeous girl would let him fuck her perfect pussy. He knows that you would make the prettiest sounds when he’s making you feel good.
He gets harder just thinking about how you’d say his name while you’re clenching on him. He can just hear you say his name with little tear drops teasing your lash line. He just thinks about how he knows you’d react to him talking dirty to you. You would be all flustered and shy when he calls you his gorgeous doll. You’d be flustered when he tells you that you’re his perfect cockwhore.
He groans and throws his head back. He’s so close,so fucking close. He can just see in his mind so vividly you with your legs spread and your fingers spreading open your pussy for him. He can hear asking so sweetly for him to just fuck you already. What a good girl you are for him. What a good girl you are for spreading your legs for him and letting him fuck you until he releases every single load he has inside your gummy walls.
His eyes flutter close as he quickly cums all over the polaroid of you. He looks down at the mess of your face and simply gets harder,you look so pretty with cum all over your face. He’s so perverted when he comes to you…
𝗚𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗢-Is conflicted when he finds himself with his hand down his pants,rubbing his aching cock. What’s worse is that he’s imagining you here with him,watching him with those innocent looking eyes. It feels so wrong to get off to you yet it feels so good at the same time.
He’s never seen anything like you. An angel,you are to him. He’s never known that someone could be so supple and so soft. He’s never known that his fingers could easily dip into like that and simply feel the cloudy texture. He craves to feel that cloudy like skin sink down when he grips your thick thighs as he feasts on your beautiful pussy. He wants—no,needs to see posing for him fully nude. He needs to stare for hours on end at each pose,taking mental photos with his eyes,making sure to forever remember your ultimate beauty in it’s rawest form.
And then once he’s done drinking in your appearance you’re gonna wish you could’ve seen yourself before he completely swallows you whole. Every inch of your body will be covered with love marks,hickeys,bites,bruises from his impulsive grip. And the look he’d give you all throughout this process, like he’s a rabid animal who can’t control himself. He’d let go of every single fiber of self control once he gets to lye in between your legs.
He’d whisper and groan sweet Italian nothings in your ear. Telling you what a beautiful angel you are,an angel sent down from heaven just for his beastly pleasure. He’d mold your pliable body with his fingers,reshaping your fat into bruised yet beautiful art. He wants so desperately for you to sit on his face and stay there until he’s a dying old man. He wants to suckle on your clit like It’s the sweetest honey a person could ever dream of having. He wants to finger your pussy until his fingers reform your walls into the shape of his extremities. He wants to grip your cellulite decorated ass as you whimper and moan onto his face.
He yearns to hear how badly you want his cock to be inside you. He yearns to hear how badly you desire him to make you feel oh so good. He yearns to hear you praise him and uplift him with your siren like moans. He yearns to hear you plead and beg for him to paint your walls white,for him to stuff you full of his sperm.
Giorno takes a strong inhale of air as his strokes grow more intense. His imagination of just worshiping your very existence bringing him closer to the edge. He’d kiss the very soles of your feet all the way to the crown of your head. He’d touch and caress you like the way the ocean’s tide does to the grainy sand. He’d have you nested in between his thighs,your bare back resting on his equally bare chest and his long slender fingers would be stuffing your fat cunt.
He wants you in the finest,laciest,prettiest laundry he could ever buy you. He needs to see the delicate material of the stockings sink into and mush into the plushness of your thighs. He needs to see your cute belly hang over the fragile fabric of the lacy panties. He needs to see you getting all dolled up for him when he’s ready to fuck you . He’d make you such a messy piece of art,from splattering white cum all over your textured skin,to the dark colored love marks scattered across your whole form.
He moans out,looking up at the ceiling as cum oozes from his pink tip. He looks down at the mess he made,thinking about wether or not he should go again. After all the countless thoughts he’s having about it has his spent cock still very hard.. Oh how you make him so conflicted..
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josukebrainrot · 10 months
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4&13 not sfw prompts for our baby josuke?? i honestly relate with you, josuke is just miam we love him <33 ty !!
a/n: yall really like to kill me, also this was very fem at first but it turned gendered netural so all my homies can enjoy this. also I wrote this in a normal writing format no hc/bullet point format so, tell me how I did.
warnings: not sfw, hinted at sex, hand over mouth, foreplay, hinted at voyeurism/forced masturbastion
prompt(s): 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” + 13) “Touch yourself for me.”
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
nothing can explain how this started. one second you and josuke were playing playing video games. the next you two were mouths on mouths, hands on skin. nimble fingers tugging, pulling, sliding oh so down
it took until you started tugging at his jacket for josuke to pull away from you whining.
“what? you’re no fun” his lip pouting.
at this point you were in his lap, hands wrapped about your waist “josuke, please. too many layers”
he laughs before he started pulling off his jacket and white shirt leaving himself in his yellow undershirt
“seee there” he teases before pulling you over and tugged on your clothes. “now, it’s your turn”
he tugged you in to kiss you. his hands went to your shirt and pulled it off then they went down to your waistband. your hand stopped him.
“hey,” he soothes, his hand shooting up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry did I take to far?”
“no you just shocked me” his eyes looked for anything in yours. he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Are you sure?"
“yes, josuke”
That’s when he put a hand behind your head, the other on the small of your back, and turned you over and on to the ground. “good”
kissing your neck as he shimmied whatever you were wearing down your legs. he smiled against your neck hearing you mewl.
his hand palmed your most sensitive area making a moan rip through you. “hey, hey”
he putting his hand over your mouth. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
right his mom was in one of the next rooms. she could all the expletives her son and his partner were doing at this very moment if she was close by. you nod as he moves his hand away from your mouth.
his hand currently on your underwear moved to removed them as he gawked in the most lowkey way possible.
“wow,” he breathed as he flicked his eyes to yours from above. “it’s like the first time all over again”
he chuckled seeing you try to curl up into yourself and to cover your face. his hands going to stop you. “hey, why are you embarrassed?”
you didn’t answer, he knew why. he liked seeing the effect he has on you by the saying things like that. things that will have you bothered in more ways than one.
“you’re embarrassing. you know that”
“oh, so I’m embarrassing” his hand started gripping one of yours that was going to cover your face, then he started dragging it down. way down. “okay then, touch yourself for me.”
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pastelsailorr · 9 days
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i live for aus that feature them in the future
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llutik · 1 month
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i think it's not my place to speak but the way johnnys disability was treated at the end of steel ball run feels wrong
he can walk a bit... as a treat <3 (the entirety of steel ball run is his physiotherapy)
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lemmetreatya · 1 year
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head builder!polnareff whos serious about his job and makes sure his men’s work ethic is top-par. head builder!polnareff who treats all his clients with utmost respect unless it’s you. head builder!polnareff who wolf-whistles at you once you pass by underneath the scaffolding of the new build. head builder!polnareff who yelps and hollers for you to “give him some eye candy” despite him knowing you’re the site manager. head builder!polnareff who confuses the other builders about why usually stoic and serious you is so lenient with the man.
head builder!polnareff who you light heartedly flip off from below because he’s normally a crass man — which you know — he’s been one of your most stable and reliable construction contractor for years. but one day you buy head builder!polnareff up on that offer as he pops his into your portable onsite office to piss you off.
“merde!…”
head builder!polnareff would be a spluttering mess as you kneel onto your office floor behind your desk and slowly run your mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. head builder!polnareff would have one hand cupping your cheek whilst his other arm lays over his eyes.
just as head builder!polnareff is about to cum, one of his men walk in to ask where you are, something about clearing off time. head builder!polnareff; with his face beet red and clearly dishevelled tries his best to act natural — despite unnaturally sitting in your office chair and looking like he was about to explode. but as you continue to suck at his cock whilst also massaging at his balls, head builder!polnareff is unable to contain his orgasm from pushing over him.
“t-t-t-t-they said they’ll— fuck!”
head builder!polnareff thrashes himself face forwards onto your desk as he cums down the canals of your throat, a suppressed groan leaving his mouth as tries his best to shoo off the builder who’s highly concerned for his sudden reaction.
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thornybubbles · 1 year
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Making Changes: Turning this into a JJBA Writing Blog
I have finally decided to do something with this blog. I haven’t really been active on Tumblr at all, mostly because I don’t like Tumblr and it’s culture very much (though I have to admit that it’s not as bad as it used to be). I’ve only remained here for so long because I wanted to read fan fiction and keep up with the very few people I follow here. 
Today, I have decided to actually start using my blog for something other than following other people. I have started writing fan fiction again recently and I want to stay in a writing mood. I won’t be storing full stories here, though. This blog will be where I share things like headcanons, one shots, short scenarios, and other stuff like that. 
This will NOT be an interactive blog, however, meaning that I will NOT be taking requests from readers. I tried writing other people’s requests before and really didn’t like it. I prefer to write what I want to write. It’s more fun for me and keeps me interested in writing. Taking requests just makes writing feel like a chore. Not only that, but by not taking requests, I can avoid dealing with people who ask for stuff I really DON’T want to write. I don’t like being put in a position where I have to refuse someone’s request. I know I have the right to say “no” (and I don’t have a problem doing so) but I don’t like disappointing people who had their hopes on getting a request fulfilled. Not taking requests also prevents me from having to deal with the inevitable people who don’t read or refuse to follow the rules. 
Another thing I won’t have to deal with is people constantly badgering me for updates. I’ll update when I’m good and ready. Stop asking. Yeah, I get it. I should be grateful that people like my stuff enough that they ask for more (and I am grateful) but even if each person only begs for an update once, that’s still a lot of people bombarding me with the same damn comment over and over again: 
“Please update!” “When is this going to be updated?” “OMG! I love this! Please write more soon!” “Update?” “UPdaTE?” “UPDATE??!!” 
It gets really old and really annoying really fast. And I can only be so patient. 
This blog will be dedicated to my “JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure” fan writings. If I decide to write something for any other fandom, then I plan to keep it separate from this blog. There will only be JoJo stuff here. 
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obituarybug · 1 month
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The Stardust Crusaders defeat DIO
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sapphicadventure · 7 months
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DIU au inspired by @murtacalafate 's :] i took these kids to my country
spanish + masc ver under the cut
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xlxvesxckx · 1 year
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[I hope you'll love me one day]. Jotaro Kujo.
synopsis: Having a crush on someone like Jotaro was dangerous. But not because of him. It was the girls who hung around him like buzzards who would make your life hell, when all you wanted was to be loved by your friend.
warnings: bullying, violence, suicidal thoughts, angst, some comfort, jotaro being jotaro near the beginning.
Au: None Pairing(s): Jotaro Kujo x Reader Based off: Some personal experiences of mine (explain more in a/n).
A/n: I wrote this based off some experiences from Highschool of mine, I used to be bullied and I know how it felt to think no one had my back.. I wrote this as a comfort fic for myself mostly, but I know there's others who dealt with this as well. I just want you all to know that you are loved. Someone out there loves you, and if you don't think it then I'll be that person. I hope that you never feel alone again and know that you can turn to me if you ever feel down.
Heres my Kofi if ya wanna support my work! Enjoy the fanfic!
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‘There he goes…’
You sigh watching the item of your affection walking past you with his unwanted entourage.
Who was this male you may ask? 
Well…
His name is Jotaro Kujo, he was the most popular boy in the school, against his will though. He was strong, known for beating up anyone who dared looked at him the wrong way.
You, were Y/n L/n, school outcast basically. You only had two friend to call your own and one was this weird ghost thing that followed you around. You called it piper, it was a pretty ghost like humanoid surrounded by music notes. It was a pale pink color and had no facial features besides a nose and mouth.
You were used to being alone, even when you went home you were alone. So to see someone like Jotaro who had people surround him effortlessly, you couldn't help but like him.
You had several classes with the male and he always peeked your interest, from the day he started back coming to school after being gone for 50 days. You saw something in him that none of the other girls saw.
And that was a normal human being.
"Oi! Y/n!"
You looked up from your spot to see Noriyaki Kakyoin coming towards you. He was one of the popular kids too, he was skilled at the arts and he was practically best friend with Jotaro.
You and him weren't best friends, but you consider Nori close enough to trust.
"Hi Nori! You need something?" You asked as your eyes wandered by over to Jotaro.
Kakyoin followed your eyes and a smirk landed on his features, one that you saw too often.
"Y/n….you already know what I'm about to say.."
"Nope. Nope. You can't make me!"
Kakyoin sighed as he sat beside you. "Come on, the two of you are practically alike! You both like peace and quiet, you both like to stay to yourself" Kakyoin was always trying to get you to admit that you liked Jotaro.
You had attempted to tell him before but that was right before he left for 50 days. When he came back, you could tell that something in him had changed. Kakyoin told you it was him being more sheltered from nearly losing some of his closest friends and family.
You chalked it up to him simply not wanting you around. Hell, you assumed he roped you in with the other girls he found annoying.
Kakyoin would try and keep your hopes up but you didn’t want to risk your feelings being hurt.
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It was white day. The day where people confessed to their crushes and gave things to the ones that they loved the most.
Your goal was to give Jotaro the sweets you’d worked so long on.
With help from Kakyoin and his mom, you managed to make several different sweets all in the shapes of marine animals since you heard about the stoic males love for marine life.
You made sure to decorate it in stars and made it a pretty black and purple box. “You know, The colors remind me a bit of Star Platinum.” You mumble to yourself and Kakyoin only chuckles at you.
Kakyoin had to basically force you to talk to Jotaro so you can get to know him better, he wanted you to be able to trust Jotaro and not see him as the big hulking brute. 
The three of you bonded over being the only stands users, a fact that you guys made sure of. Kakyoin remembers the relief that washed over your face when he and Jotaro showed you their stands, it reminded you that you weren’t alone…and only solidified your crush on Jotaro even more.
“It does. Now, are you actually gonna give it to him?” Kak teases nudging you as the two of you walk to your classes. You looked down at the box in your hand before thinking about it for a second. “If i can get him alone, I will.” “You know well that we are always on the roof for lunch…You can do it then.” 
You sighed as You arrived at your classroom, looking at Kakyoin, he gives you a mini salute and heirophant green gives you a little thumbs up. (Your Stand Name) echoes the same emotion that you have before you entered the classroom.
You had to make it past this class period and to lunch. 
That all you had to do, seems simple enough right?
“Oh here comes the weirdo~!”
Wrong.
There was a group of three girls that made your life a living hell.
Tsubaki, Neji and Kakura.
They basically were the heads of the weird little group that follows Jotaro around all the time. And because you were a girl, that was close to Jotaro they made your life a living hell. The only other girl they tried to mess with was Evan, but she graduated and always told them off. Evan was kind of your protector and then she had the nerve to graduate.
So now you had to deal with them yourself.
When you walked into class you managed to make it to your seat but as soon as you sat down, the box you worked so hard on was quickly snatched by tsubaki.
The chemically dyed blonde held it in her hand before smirking down at you. “Aww the little weirdo has a crush? Who in the hell would like your ass at this school??”
You stood up to get it back but was forced back into your seat by Neji and Kakura. 
"Wait…Is this for Kujo-San?"
"Ooo~ I think it is!"
"What makes you think Kujo-San would actually like this?"
She asked snarkily and you didn't want to answer it, but you started getting scared once you saw him walk into the classroom.
Tsubaki got this awful smirk on her face before standing up. "I'll go ask him myself~" You struggled to get up out of your seat but Neji and Kakura forced to down.
Neji getting out a switch blade before pressing it against your side.
"Move if you wanna bitch." She muttered.
You watched helplessly as Tsubaki walked up to Jotaro.
"Hiii Jojo~! Happy White Day!" She said handing the box to him. "I made this all by myself just for you, because you deserve the best~"
Jotaro raised an eyebrow before walking straight past her. He went to sit in his seat. Which was in the back row 5 seats across from you. You were surprised he even showed up today, you knew he despised this holiday so you wondered why he came.
Tsubaki stomped her foot and walked right back up to him, "Um, Jojo didn't you hear me? I made you a white day gift!" She reiterates, a bit louder this time making the male sigh.
"Yare Yare, if I ignored you then there's your fucking answer." He said coldly and Tsubaki, pouted.
"Well! Since you hated it so much, it's actually from the weirdo over there! Yea! Creepy Y/n made it! I think she's been stalking you because she mad-"
Jotaro cuts her off with a hand raise, You could feel his eyes move over to you. You froze as your eyes looked to where he was, you could see a slight dust of pink glide across his features. And as quick as it came it was gone.
"Didn't I say I don't fucking care? Get away from me." He then goes to a book he brought with him.
Tsubaki angrily looks back at you before walking back over with your box."That was all your fucking fault weirdo!" She yelled before sitting in her seat.
You sighed in relief as her two lackeys went to sit down too, leaving your box bon your desk.
You glanced back over to Jotaro only to lock eyes only to lock eyes with him.
You gave an embarrassed wave and he only gave a tilt of his hat.
That could've went way worst.
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Oh but it got worse.
After class you went to the bathroom, you wanted to make sure you looked presentable when you officially confessed to Jotaro. When you left the bathroom you went to the stairwell to get to the roof you bumped into the three stooges.
Tsubaki rolled her eyes as she walked over to you.
“Do you really think Kujo-san is gonna like you? He doesn’t like any fucking body.” She starts off rudely and you just try to ignore her, but that seemed like the wrong thing to do.
Tsubaki pulls you back by your shirt and forces you to the ground with a harsh thud. You cry out in pain as your back hits the hard. Tsubaki then reels back her foot and kicks you in the side.
“Don’t you dare turn your fucking back on me bitch!”
You curled up in a ball as her crew comes together to start kicking you, all of them yelling obscenities at you.
“Fucking Bitch!”
“Jojo will never love you!”
“Fucking weirdo!!” “Just Kill yourself already!!”
Your eyes widened at that last statement as tears started to fill your eyes. All you wanted was Jotaro to care about you. Yea he may seem standoffish, mean and rude. But you knew deep down that he was loving and cared about his friends. 
All you wanted was for him to recognize you as more than a friend. Not just the weird girl who he has to save from his posse of girls every other fucking day.
You felt useless, you couldn’t even get the energy to summon your stand as you were so weak. It hurt your heart and you just wanted to cry more.
Eventually you broke out into sobs as they continued their assault on you, Kicking and punching you.
Neji landed a particularly hard kick to the back of your head causing you to scream out in pain.
Tsubaki laughed at your suffering “That’s what you fucking get for messing with whats mine!!” She screamed at you. 
And as a final blow of disrespect, she opened the box of candy you spelt time lovingly making for Jotaro and dumped it out over you. She then threw the box at your head while she was laughing. 
“Come on girls..I’m tired of looking at this disgusting thing.”
You hear the three of them leaving but you don’t have the energy to get up and go after them.
“Kill yourself~! You’re fucking useless Y/n. Face it. He’ll never like you.”
Your entire body hurts. You feel weak, and you feel numb. You took a few hits to the head and could feel yourself going in and out of consciousness.
You didn’t want to go out like this..but with how you feel right now.
You really wanted to.
You should’ve known better than to have feelings for Jotaro, because you didn’t have to be worried about getting your feelings hurt by him.
You had to worry about getting hurt by his fangirls.
“Y/n?..”
Your eyes start getting heavy as you see a pair of shoes coming towards you.
“Y/n! Oh my God! Jotaro get over here quickly! She’s hurt!”
It was Kakyoin and Jotaro. You thought they were already up on the roof, you weren’t expecting them to come later. You wished that they were on the roof. That way if you were severely hurt from your injuries, you would die by yourself, and not in the arms of your friends.
Your feel your body get lifted off the floor and held close to a warm body. You used the remaining part of your strength to look up, locking eyes with a…worried Jotaro?
You couldn’t even question it as you felt yourself slipping to darkness, the last thing you heard was him cursing under his breath and the sound of him running.
“Fuck..Fuck. Please don’t fucking die on me…”
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You open your eyes to darkness, looking around to see where you were.
‘Am I dreaming?’
You look down at your hands and see that you’re still in your school uniform. When you look back up you see Jotaro standing across from you with his back turned to you.
You give a weak smile before running over. “Jojo! Hey! Jotaro!” You place a hand on his back before seeing him snatch away from you. He turns to face you with a disgusted look on his face.
“Why the fuck are you touching me?”
You bring your hand with a confused look. “H-huh?..”
“Don’t you fucking huh me. Get the fuck away from me!”
He moves to walk away but you grab his arm. “Wait! Jojo we’re friends remember? Why are you acting like this??” You were on the verge of tears. You were confused you didn’t know where you were and now your friend didn’t want anything to do with you.
He scoffed before pushing you away. “Stay away from me. Do not talk to me ever again, I don’t want to be seen with you.” He started to walk away from you and you went to follow him but was blocked by an invisible barrier of some kind.
“W-wait! Jotaro Please! Please! Don’t leave me!!” You screamed banging on the barrier but it seemed he couldn’t hear you. Tears were now streaming down your face as you banged helplessly trying to get his attention, but he continued to walk away from you, not even bothering to look back.
“Please! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!!”
You jolted awake in shock, scaring the blonde woman that was sitting at your bed side. “Oh my! You’re awake! I’ll go get Jojo!” You watched the woman hurry out the room, you could barely register what she was saying but when you heard heavy footsteps coming towards the room. You assumed she was getting someone.
When you looked to the doorway that she went through, your eyes widened as Jotaro walked through the doorway. The male walked over to you and sat down near you. “Are…Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded slowly. Jotaro let out a sigh of relief before pulling you into his arms.
He placed his face in the crook of your neck as he held you. You were about to protest before you felt something wet against your neck, “Jotar-” “Shh..Please. Just let me hold you.”
You stayed silent as he rocked back and forth with you in his arms. Jotaro soft cries filled the room and you felt awful. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him as best as you could.
“I thought i lost you…I thought I lost you because of those stupid fucking bitches.” You hear him mutter and he soon lifts his head to place his forehead against yours. This is an emotion you’ve never seen from the male, and it scares you a bit to be honest.
“I came so close to losing all my friends when we went to egypt. I don’t want to come home and lose you.” He raises one of his hands to cup your cheek before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You gasp softly, your mind was freaking out, Jotaro is kissing you, he was kissing you!!
Jotaro pulls away and gives you a soft smile. “Hey, say something…I’m trying to make sure you’re alright.” You giggle softly and return the smile. “I’m alright Jojo..just a little shocked right now..after all I thought you-”
“You thought I hated you by the way I acted? Far from it. I was afraid something like this was going to happen. I knew how those girls were. I’m sorry.” Jotaro interrupts before placing your head on his chest. You could hear the soft beating of his heart and was about to talk when he beat you to it. “You hear that?..” He asks and you nods. He chuckles quietly, “That only beats for you. I’m sorry, i promise to protect you from now on.”
“I love you Y/n..”
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I want all of you to know that if you ever feel down, just know that there is someone out there that loves you. and if you think there isn't, think again because I am one of them. <3
I love you all, take care of yourself please and have a good day/night/afternoon.
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A little donut - Yandere! Giorno Giovanna x reader
So I did a darling playing with Josuke’s hair some time ago, and now I’m having brain rot thinking about Giorno’s hairstyle. In short American darling seems to have a psychotic break, compares Giorno’s hair loops to donuts and then he proceeds to fluster them in return. Specific donuts mentioned are the preservative filled hostess powdered donuts. This is just a fic for funsies
He was puzzled at your request for these things considering he could literally get you the best dessert in Italy with a snap of his fingers. However he decided to indulge your craving for these artificial things, it involved little work to get them and didn’t involve you going out. Also you actually spoke to him for once since he brought you into his home, which caught the blond just slightly off guard. Perhaps your walls were ever so slightly beginning to crumble?
Nevertheless you received your treat from overseas within a week or so. Made sure to be fresh (as far as they could be in his eyes anyway). A slower afternoon when he wasn’t deep into work, you were with him on a small table. Everything set up for tea, including your selected indulgence for the day. You weren’t quite as anxious as you usually were when the two of you ate together, your eyes clearly fixated on your newly obtained prize. Giorno couldn’t help but purse a small smile, it was like observing a cat with catnip almost.
He noted you had played about three of the small confections on your plate. Before gently pinching up one with your index and thumb, a bit of the powder flaking into your dish as you did so. A bite or two later and the first one had vanished, but you didn’t proceed to grab the second.
“You know your hair reminds me of donuts…”
The blond about choked on his spit, at the seemingly random nature of the question. There was a snort of laughter from a distance where Mista was sitting. Giorno paid no mind, honestly it was rather amusing. After a few stunned seconds of blinking, and soaking up this attention he chuckles.
“That’s a rather cute comparison” He responded
“The way you style it…” you squirmed in your seat “just reminds me of that, and I was wondering how you, do it”
“I could show you if you’d like” He directly offered to satisfy your curiosity.
Cautiously you accept the offer, knowing it was feeding right into his obsession. Though it was exceedingly difficult, even outright impossible to get any outside human interaction. So this event would have to suffice.
The following morning he woke you up to see his routine, you were absolutely not used to his messier than usual hair. Nor the fact it was all cascading down slightly curly from the braid he usually kept it in. You weren’t going to lie, his golden locks were attractive just sitting around his shoulder blades.
“You know, you should help me…” He mused to you while brushing his hair out in front of his bathroom mirror.
“I don’t know about that, I uh…don’t want to ruin your hair before you talk with whichever people you meet” You awkwardly deflect, however you see the slight mischievous look in his eyes.
“If I show you how, there won’t be a risk of messing up, I’ll walk you through everything” He hummed gesturing you closer
As much as you wanted to back up, something unseen to your own eyes was allowing no exit. You sigh at the grave mistake you had made yesterday. This is what you get for teasing the mad man who kept you under lock and key. How else were you supposed to keep your sanity? You didn’t want to admit either that Giorno probably knew this would’ve been an inevitability.
You jumped as a gentle touch of one of his arms drew you closer. He firmly asked you to hand him one of the items on the counter. Before shortly asking you to help with certain gestures and guiding your hands through certain bits of his hair. You were momentarily in awe at its softness once touching it.
“Do you enjoy my hair now that you get to feel it?” he mused casually You weren’t sure if you should respond to that.
“I do think we should do this more often however, I think I like the way you put my gel in my hair and of course your braiding is gorgeous y/n” He continued on.
You could tell he was slightly teasing and you were internally freaking out how much your hands would touch. As if he hadn’t been laying in bed a time or two with you.
“dammit…” you mumbled under your breath,
This is where everything falls apart.
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