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gouge away (if you want to) | johnny joestar

kinktober day ten: kissing

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content. disabled johnny, but like his prostate works, anal fingering, prostate orgasm, kissing, johnny cries after sex it's canon, gender-neutral reader, fluff, mentions of ableism, established relationship, this is sappy

♪ gouge away - pixies

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For a while—a long while—after his accident, Johnny thought he'd never be with someone again.

A part of it was the paralysis. Okay, a big part of it was. He learns after using the chair for a bit that he sorta stops becoming a real person to most people, that their eyes just sorta slide past him. Oh no, how sad, that guy in the chair must have it so bad. Don't be rude and stare, now. Sometimes he wishes they would stare at him, like he knows they wanna. He almost finds their determination to ignore him totally more jarring.

And that's only half the problem. The other part is that even if he could find someone, his goddamn dick doesn't work anymore. Which would for sure pose a problem. So Johnny resigns himself miserably to a sexless and potentially loveless life, and pretends it doesn't make him want to die.

Still. Anyways. It all seems kinda redundant now, 'cause he's lying under the sky in the dirt with his pants halfway off, and you're—you're doing something, or you're tryin' something that Johnny is extremely skeptical about. A bit of time travelling with Gyro had taught him many times that there was a lot of things about the human body he was ignorant of, but he still can't help but be dubious of the claim you made to him a few minutes ago.

I'm gonna make you cum.

At once, a protest had risen to his lips. You can't. Almost a reflex. You'd cocked your head in inquiry, and Johnny had gone redder, down to the tips of his ears hidden by his hat. It's my—it doesn't work. Down there doesn't...

You seem to consider this for a few moments. Then you say, there's something else we can try.

You disappear inside the tent and come out with the bottle of aloe vera they'd been using to treat the burns that had blistered as a result of the unforgiving desert sun. He had red peeling skin all up his shoulders and the bridge of his nose.

He watches dubiously as you squeeze a clear, cold glob onto your fingers. "Wh—where are those goin'?"

He's pretty sure he has an idea.

"You know what a prostate is, Johnny dear?" You always call him that. Johnny dear, like it's all one word. Johnnydear. He always gripes and groans about it and then has to turn away extremely quickly to hide his flush. He's going to examine the reaction he gets when you baby him sometime, he promises himself, just not right now. He's got a lotta shit on his plate, okay? Corpses to find and such.

"N-no," he answers, stammering when you kneel between his legs and spread his thighs gently apart. He sucks in a breath; one of your fingers leaves a cool trail of aloe along the skin there.

"A prostate," you tell him patiently, like you're not situated between his naked thighs, "is a gland that people with your particular reproductory set are born with."

"You sound like Gyro," he mutters. "Kinda killing the mood a little."

"I just want to make sure you're fully informed." You roll your eyes. "It's just that you're leaking precum, see?" To his mortification, you swipe your fingers over the tip of the dick he can't feel and hold them up; under the starlight, they gleam, and he burns with embarrassment. "Means you might be able to feel it. Means I might be able to make you cum."

Johnny swallows hard. He wants—it sounds good. Sounds great. But with the hope comes that fear, an ever-present shadow. What if it doesn't work?

"Hey." You lean over him, and before Johnny can protest you've captured his lips, a slow, deliberate cling. Johnny loves kissing you. He thinks it might be his favourite thing to do, other than jockeying and he can't do that anymore, so this takes an automatic first place. He sighs and melts against you like softened butter, his hands winding themselves over your shoulder and jaw. He loves everything about it. The closeness, the slow gentle intimacy, the way you smell. That last part is probably weird, 'cause you mostly smell like sweat and leather, but Johnny likes it all the same.

You kiss for a while; one of your hand strokes soothing shapes into his ribcage. When you pull back, the panic that had been rearing up inside him has faded to a dull murmur.

"Don't get in your head about it," you whisper. "If you can't feel it, then that's that. You know I won't think less of you."

A lump rises in Johnny's throat, and he shields his eyes from the burning sun of you seein' right through him. "I know," he says, almost petulantly.

"So? Wanna give it a try?"

A part of him doesn't. A part of him is so, so scared. But a bigger part of him, the one that likes kissing you and likes the way you smell and the way you touch him and look at him and everything, really, is nodding before that first part can protest. You kiss him again with a smile, a little faster, a little dirtier this time. This is another thing Johnny likes about kissing—it can take so many different forms. Even if he did find the corpse pieces and get the use of his legs back, Johnny reckons he'd still like kissing more than real sex.

Your mouth starts moving down, sweeping the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbones, the valleys of his pectorals, a nipple. The last one makes Johnny gasp and you giggle, and he splays a palm over his face in embarrassment. You coax such stupid noises outta him. But you seem to enjoy it, so whatever.

Down, down, down. Somewhere between his navel and his pubic bone he stops feeling it. But it still somehow feels sorta nice, which doesn't make a whole lotta sense but it does to him, so. He watches you between his fingers as you reach between his legs, he thinks prodding.

You look up at him. "I'm going to put a finger in, okay?"

Johnny nods eagerly. "Don't gotta tell me. I won't feel it."

You roll your eyes. "I'm still gonna tell you. We can stop whenever, okay?"

"Okay," Johnny says impatiently, and wiggles his hips. You smack his hipbone playfully, which does nothing to temper his brattiness on account of him not feelin' a fuckin' thing. Then you get a quiet, serious, concentrated look on your face that Johnny usually only sees when you're fighting. Or when he's making you cum. That expression, more than any of your words or hesitation, it what makes him quiet down and take it serious.

There's a silence that stretches on. Johnny supposes you must be doin' something, considering the slight furrow he can see between your brows and the achingly careful, gradual movement of your wrist. Finally, after about a minute, you look up at him.

"My finger's in," you tell him, and Johnny bites his lip.

"Can't feel it," he says. He's starting to think this was a really bad idea.

"Just lemme—hold on," you say, and your wrist moves a little, and then—

Johnny keens. He feels, he fuckin' feels so much that it lights him up from the inside and sets his nerves alight, some part deep inside him that he didn't even know existed 'till five minutes ago and it's so good it immediately brings tears to his eyes.

"Oh," he says like he's surprised, and he is, apparently so much so that it's all he can say. "O-oh, oh, oh—"

Your finger retracts back into nothingness, and Johnny bites back a sob. "Johnny?" you ask worriedly. "Did you—is it too much?"

"No, no," he babbles, feeling incoherent already. You brush his hair back from his face with your free hand, the one that ain't inside him, your thumb stroking over his cheek. "It was—fuck, felt so weird. But good. Really, really good. Can you—are you gonna do it again?"

"Will if you want me to," you answer lovingly, and Johnny is biting back another sob for a whole different reason. "Might be a bit intense, Johnny dear. You sure you wanna?"

"Yes, yeah." He stares up at you beseechingly, feeling a bit pathetic but also too far gone to give a shit. "Please, I wanna—I wanna feel it again."

You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. Johnny relaxes into the embrace, losing himself in the familiar touch of your lips, the smell of you, taking the bite out of his surge of panic—and then with no warning you're brushing against that spot inside him again and he's moaning into your mouth, loud and unrestrained. It's pitchy and startled, and your free hand cups the back of his head as he pulls away in shock.

"Fuck, Jesus Christ," he swears, slamming his head back against the dirt. "O-oh, oh god, ohgodohgod—"

"Still good?" you ask, and your fingers made a weird sort of curling motion and it occurs to Johnny that you're movin' them in and out, sort of like you would if you were actually fucking him, and the thought makes him flush so hard he feels feverish. You're fucking him. You're fucking him.

He nods deliriously. "Mhm, yeah," he gasps out, feeling breathless, feeling giddy. "Don't stop, feels so fuckin' good, oh my god."

Your fingers press into him over and over like you're ringin' a bell, and all the while you kiss him and for the first time in ages Johnny feels that both parts of his body are equal. The bottom half has come alive under your jackhammering fingers, the top half consumed by you and your kiss. The kissing makes it so much better, 'cause Johnny reckons if anyone else had their fingers in his ass he'd probably hate it even if they were touching his whatdidyoucallit like that and making him feel amazing. He'd hate it 'cause they wouldn't be you.

The kissing reminds him it's you. The chaps on your lips, the smell of you, the feel of your face and skin, your body pressing into his. It's so all consuming it makes him wanna cry, in a good way, in a weird way. Your fingers move faster and weirder, and Johnny starts making those stupid oh! oh! noises again, stifling them against your mouth, and your tongue presses in and you swallow them whole.

All too soon, Johnny feels a weird tightening, one he hasn't felt since before the incident. He feels a constriction of panic, his fingers clutching at your clothing. "I—hah!—I f-feel weird."

"Bad weird?" Your fingers slow down, nearly stop, and Johnny whines.

"No, no, good weird, good," he pants. "Move again, fuck."

You pick up the pace; Johnny shudders, tensing in your hold all over again. He feels like he's burning, like he's sweating out everything bad he's ever felt.

"Do you mean you're gonna cum?" you ask, your voice lower this time, so close to Johnny's ear it makes him shiver. The harsh brush of your chapped lips against the soft skin there makes his body feel electric.

"I think," he whispers, eyes screwing shut. "Sorry—oh—I think, yeah."

"Don't feel sorry," you tell him almost sternly. "I want to see you cum, Johnny. Wanna see you cum so hard your pretty little head goes blank. You deserve it, yeah?"

"Yeah," he gasps out. "I deserve it."

What you do next with your fingers is almost brutal in the wracks of shivering pleasure it sends simmering through Johnny's body; every curl of them has him writhing and gasping and moaning, he must sound so stupid but you seem to be liking it and fuck, he's liking it, he likes feeling a little stupid and helpless while you take care of him and he's definitely gonna have to unpack that, but later, 'cause—

"I'm gonna cum," he gasps, hands flying out to curl in your clothing. "Baby, baby, I'm gonna cum, I—kiss me? Kiss me, okay, I wanna, oh, oh oh oh—"

You crash your lips together, and your fingers curl up one last lingering time and Johnny shatters. White stars explode over his vision, shatter inside his head, and for a split second it feels like every cell in his body freezes up and screams and dies. He's vaguely aware of some long, drawn-out, breathless noise he's making and the way you swallow it with your mouth.

It takes several seconds for him to come back down to earth. When he does it's to the sensation of you running your fingers through his hair and pressing soft, feathery kisses to his cheeks.

He pants like a dog. When you see his blue eyes on you, you sit up, seem to retract your fingers from between his legs. Your image starts to blur, and Johnny sees your expression crease in concern. He realises he's crying. Not like, actually, not like he's got something to be upset about. He's just... tearing up. Like someone's turned a faucet on behind his eyes and just left it there. He pushes the heels of his hands into the sockets and presses down, willing it to stop, willing the overwhelming feeling blooming in his chest to deflate.

"Hey, hey." Your voice, low and soothing, pressed into his hair, your arms holding him tightly. "You okay?"

"Yes," he says almost angrily. "I'm fine. Dunno why I'm—fuck. Sorry. I'm good, I promise I'm good. That was... so, so good."

Your expression of concern gives way slightly. "You sure?"

"Yeah." Johnny sucks in a shaky, wet breath. "Thanks. Thank you. I didn't even... I didn't even know I could feel like that anymore. Not just 'cause of—you know." He gestures vaguely to the lower half of his body. "All of it. Like, I didn't think anyone would wanna—while I'm still like this. And I—I figured I didn't deserve it, or something. But... it was really good."

Your smile is a little sad. "I'm glad, Johnny dear. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now that we know it works, we can do it again. And again, and again." He flushes, and you laugh sweetly, and Johnny could just die to the sound of it. "Still, we should get some rest for tonight. Gyro will skin us alive if we oversleep again."

You're right, of course. Johnny lets you maneuvre him onto his sleeping skin, and you unroll yours right next to him. When you do, Johnny reaches for you, clinging like a damn insect. But you don't seem to mind, 'cause you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him in even closer. He tucks his head into your shoulder.

He thinks that he'll get to kiss you tomorrow, too.

His sleep is dreamless and deep.

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privitivium · 3 months

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will never get over a big intimidating looking guy being a submissive little bitch who takes ur dick like a fucking champ and ughhghh

lowkey wrote w/ polnareff in mind,, i wanna write smth more for him hrmrm

you caught ur lover after coming home early by chance - catching him in the mirror while admiring himself in a simple white set of lacey lingerie. he jumps several feet in the air after seeing a glimpse you in the full body mirror while trying to check himself out - swinging his body around ( giving a full view of his assets ,, ) and looking over at you with an embarrassed look. he panics, covering his chest and crotch with his hands - barely covering anything really, in attempts to conceal himself from you. from then on, you could not get enough of seeing him in such clothing - taking extra care of him and making sure he feels as pretty as he looks by sucking his dick while fiddling with the elastics of his thong that barely concealed anything and fucking him in the mirror or even pressed up against the cold reflector,, ur happy to clean up the mess of him :3

constantly daydreaming of him sitting on your face while wearing a pretty sheer lace nightgown or merely bouncing himself on ur cock while holding his tits in his arms that you would quickly pull away and grope his boobs lazily - tweaking his nipples until he was a sensitive mess that was trembling and pulsating around you so good,, hngn

"i don't want to ruin it,," you tell him, heaving breaths escaping your saliva-glossed lips as you stare down at him with furrowed eyebrows - utmost serious. you didn't want to taint his pretty clothes with your bodily fluids right off the bat.. ultimately cumming when he begs you with a whimper of, "i want you to ruin me." i mean, a little embarrassing, but who can blame you?? he was literally fisting your spit lathered cock and sucking at the tip - who can ignore and even force down the feeling of ur lower organs coiling up so fucking good?? god he looks so pretty,,

ㅡ"look at you.. it's a lil pathetic, no??" you hover the handheld mirror over his face - his eyes widening before quickly faltering as his ecpression contorts as if he was about to sob, "but at least you look so cute.." you console gently, a slight lilt of taunting to your tone as you drag your fingertips over the apple of his cheek; collecting the tears of sexual frustration and bringing them to his lips and using them as a lipgloss before capturing them in a sloppy kiss while nestled deep inside him. moaning into your mouth desperately as he weakly tries to wrap his thick, muscular arms around your body as to keep you in his chest,, gritting out a tearful, ".. i am cute.. th-the fucking cutest.." before muttering something more along those lines - simply babbling incoherently as you draw out orgasm after orgasm and ruining his pretty sleepwear,,

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incculum · 5 months

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i need bruno 2 sit on my face so bad hes so used to control n he thinks he’s still got it until he’s squirming nd moaning on yr tongue ….

didn't know if you wanted amab or afab Bruno but I wrote with him being afab in mind + warning that reader gets called 'good boy' once in the beginning & that afab terms are used for Bruno's genitalia

When Bruno lowers himself down onto your face, he's confident, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and muttering commands into the air, whispering a hoarse "good boy" when you finally push your tongue into him.

You unravel him with your mouth and groan into his pussy when he pulls on the roots of your hair and his thighs tighten around your head, hips rolling to ride your tongue like he imagines it's your cock.

After he comes with his fingers pressed against his sensitive clit, his chest heaves and his thighs shake lightly. He shifts his weight to lift himself up but you pull him back down with your hands on his tan thighs and your unrelenting tongue lapping at his sopping folds.

He questions you with a short laugh and puts on an air of confidence you know won't last, "oh?"

You wrap your arms around his thighs and Bruno doesn't get the chance to say much else before pleasure starts to drown out his assertiveness. His hips wiggle and his hands grab onto anything in reach to pull himself back into reality.

A sound you rarely hear from him tumbles out, an almost-whiney, low noise. He never anticipated losing himself so soon and so easily after one orgasm. He's lost control of the way his body moves and the sounds that leave him and, as long as you keep him blissed-out and squirming on your tongue, he won't be able to gain it back. And you both know well that he won't complain.

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c-nstellati-ns · 1 year

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I'd like to believe that vampires go into heat, so sometimes during that period, you wake up from a wet dream, just to lift your blanket and find Dio under there slobbering over your hard on as he desperately palms at the tent in your pants while struggling to get your pants off. You only ever see Dio in such a horny irrational frenzy when he's really worked up or nearing climax, but you haven't even touched him yet and he's on the verge of tears. All he wants is some relief and to be bred. You cant help but chuckle at this unbecoming sight of so called "Lord Dio"/ "Dio-sama", so you decide to have more fun with it. You'll only give him what he wants if he can ride your thigh and hold off cumming until you say so. Needless to say, he failed. He did not last particularly long, but his whorish whiny begging got you consider going easy on him. You toss him backwards onto the bed, his legs slung over your shoulders as you tease his hole until he's sobbing for you to just put it in already. You fold him into a breeding press and your mouth latches onto his nipple as you sheathe yourself into the right ring of that Brandussy. He instantly crumbles into a mess. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's just a common whore instead of a 100+ year old being who's transcended human mortality. With each thrust, spurts of his pre cum shoot onto his tits. If anyone on the other side of the bedroom door were to hear the happenings from the inside, they'd probably assume Dio is toying with another unfortunate woman who'll soon become his next meal. His face is contorted into a splendid teary eyed ahegao as he babbles and claws at your back. Just as you feel he's about to come, you pull out and lean back. Absolutely dumbfounded, he sits up with a pout. You feign boredom, "you useless hole. Your worth boils down to a mere toy for me to use for pleasure, and you can't even get me remotely close to climax? Do you think you deserve to cum before me? You didn't even listen to me the first time and I let it slide." Dio's eyes widen, and tears cascade down his cheeks. "nonono please, I'll do anything, pleaseplease I just want your cum. What can I do? I- I just-", he sobs. You grab his cheeks and force his face close to your own. "I'll give you one last chance. Ride me. If you can last until after I come, I give you full permission for you to do so as well." Dio wastes no time mounting you and bouncing on your cock. You sit back with your hands behind your head and enjoy the show. You watch as the bulge in his abdomen appears and disappears inside him, the way his eyes roll painfully back into his head when your tip continuously pounds his sweet spot. You're also very much enjoying the bouncing of his tits to the rhythm of his movements. The girlish moans he lets out only encourage your quickly incoming climax. He's putting on a real spectacle for you without really trying. You wouldn't trade this view for anything. You finally let go and fill him to the brim with your seed with a sigh. The feeling of your warmth spreading through his lower half pushes Dio to his own climax. He throws his head back in a silent scream, and collapses onto your chest. Thoroughly satisfied he nestled his face in the crook of your neck. Your cock slips out of him and your cum seeps out of his gaping hole and onto the bed. Dio revels in the feeling of the sheer amount of seed pouring out of him as he embraces the wave of fatigue that has just washed over him. Well, you'll deal with the cleanup later. His face is totally serene. You find yourself staring at his features: his partly open mouth, drool threatening to breach his lips, and his eyes, usually filled with fire and emotion, now closed and relaxed. Your hand makes its way to his hair to twirl a strand towards his neck as your heavy eyes also push you to your own slumber. -that anon

Fucking hell I need to sleep it's almost 3am

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!! i genuinely wish both sides of your pillow are cold tonight and you get a hearty healthy 8 hours of lovely rest along with it.

but when you do eventually both wake up, dio is clinging onto you tightly, refusing to let you go. he refuses to acknowledge how he acted the night before, but when you press close and mutter, "so you wouldn't like it if i pushed you down right now and knocked you up all over again?" the noise he makes after is equivalent to that of a dying goose and scoffs, trying to deny it,, but you know the truth <3 tho he wouldn't exactly mind if you did try to get him pregnant,,,

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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naw imagine dio fake crying bc he doesn't get your cock but then after you offer to fuck him, he acts like a brat and says he doesn't want it. Then you fuck him and he really does cry

You let your open palm smack against the firm globe of Dio’s ass as you drill your fat cock into his sloppy hole. He cries out into the pillows, drenching the silk with his overwhelmed tears and drool. “What’s wrong, my love? Didn’t you want this?” You grab a fistful of his golden hair to drag him onto his hands and knees, the headboard slamming against the wall as you double the force behind your thrusts.

“Too much—” Dio sobs brokenly even when he thrusts back against you, his ass clapping against your pelvis.

“What’s too much, baby?” You ask, running a hand along his curves. Red welts the shape of your hands cover his pale skin. “Is my cock too much? Is it too big for your little hole? You want me to stop?” You question in feigned concern, slowing your rutting to shallow grinds.

“No! No, no, please.” Dio reaches back to grab onto your thigh to keep you from pulling out, turning his head to peer at you with teary golden eyes. “Please, don’t stop.” He begs.

“Then shut up and take it.”

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slutfactory · 10 months

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imagine eating out a crying mista, oh my god

ouu my favorite gunslinger <3

mista is a twitchy one for sure, so you have to hold his legs while you eat him out. if you have him sitting on your face, you'll have to hold him down by his hips. poor baby can't handle all the stimulation. :(

personally, i think mista cries from being overstimulated over an extended period of time. he wants you to stop because it's too much, but he also wants you to keep going because it feels so good. <3

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mikachi-chu · 8 months

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"Take it" | Wolf! Anasui x f!reader

Warning! NSFW starts below, viewer's discretion is advised!

Tags: dom!anasui, f!reader, shy reader, kabedon, knotting, rough sex, wall pushing, standing sex, breeding, use of Y/n, long tongue, cunnilingus (f! receiving), claws, make out, begging(y/n), pet names (princess), anasui being mean, empty alley

You had no idea how you ended up here. But was it really that important? Pushed up tightly against a wall, all you could feel was his warm breath against your ear, panting and relishing your scent that he longed for so long. He must be out of his mind, pouncing on you in the middle of an empty alley next to your shared apartment like that, not being able to resist his primal urges any longer. Anasui was right behind you, trying to refrain from completely losing it and ripping your clothes off right then and there, but how could you blame him? Your beautiful hair, attractive body and adorable personality makes him go feral for you. His long tongue slid against your ear, making you shiver and melt against his rough touch as he held your hands against the wall. "Y/n... I... I can't hold it much longer. May I...? " , he exclaimed, his voice giving away his self-restraint. The tent in his pants looked painful, straining against the fabric and snugly positioned right between your ass cheeks as he pushed it more and more against you, trying to get off to any kind of friction he got, as long as it was from you. "A-Anasui, do you mean?..." , you looked over your shoulder, gazing at his throbbing member right behind you, then back up at his face. He was panting hard. His eyes are nearly shut, looking at you with a hazy, lustful gaze. Fangs showing, he grew more impatient by the second. "You know.. exactly what I'm asking you for.." You knew that time came again, and you knew how much it took to control himself. With your heart beating out of your chest, you nodded. That was all it took. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. He ripped your underwear off right under your skirt/pants, turning you around to face him but still being careful enough not to claw at your supple skin. You gasped as he got on his knees, holding you up against the wall by your thighs and diving right between your legs. His long tongue slid against your folds, making you quiver and moan at his sudden, unpredictable advances. He continued swirling his tongue on your clit, clawing more and more into your thighs until you're dripping wet. You squirmed and tugged at his hair, begging for more, begging for him to keep going. "Please Anasui, p-please, I need more!!" You could feel a knot form up in your stomach, the sweet release from his torture so close, though he had enough. He needed you, and he needed you now.

Moving back, he looked up at you. His pink eyes mixed with a reddish tint, eyes dark and filled with uncontrollable lust. He gently put you back on your feet, getting up and slamming one hand on the wall next to your head. "Need me? Hm? Want me to shove my cock in, right here? Is that what you need, princess...?", he purred right in front of your face, sliding his clawed finger over your heat, teasing you and smirking with that wide grin that made your heart race. You nodded rapidly, pushing your hands against the wall behind you and leaning against it, trying to get a hold of yourself although you could barely stand. "Thought so..." , his grin grew wider as she used his claws to rip open your shirt, exposing your chest to him.With a satisfied chuckle, he reached down to pull his throbbing erection out, with the same hand that just caressed his beloved. You panted eagerly, looking down as his thick member sprung up. It really was huge... He turned you to the side, holding your leg up from under your knee and positioning himself right at your entrance, lubing it with his pre-cum. The feeling of his pointy tip prodding at your slit made your heart skip a beat. Slowly pushing in, he grunted as he tried to make his huge cock fit in, though that wasn't that easy at all. "Anasui, It-hah! It won't fit!", You cried out, feeling yourself stretch at the sheer size of your lover. Him being in heat doesn't make it any better, as he nearly grew twice his normal size. "Ngh.. C'mon princess, be strong and just Take It, won't- ah.. won't you?", he grunted, finally bottoming out with one harsh thrust into your core. He used his other hand to reach for your chest, squeezing and caressing it as he started thrusting into you. Using every last ounce of willpower he had, he made sure to not destroy you right then and there. "Y..you're so- f'kn tight.. God, Y/n, you make me go insane, you know that?" He kissed you, pushing his long tongue into your mouth and licking your lips that he showers with kisses every single day. You felt your insides flare up, letting out a loud moan with tears welling up in your eyes. It felt so, so good you thought, as juices were dripping from your heat onto the floor. He knew which spots to hit to make you go limp, and so he used his experience to thrust right into them. He put your leg down to push you against the wall again, holding you up by your hips and reinserting himself from behind, right into your abused, dripping pussy. Picking up the pace, he gripped you harder and leans foward, digging into you as deep as he possibly can. You feel yourself losing it, drooling and mewling at his rough pace, feeling him getting bigger inside of you every minute. "Y/n. I..I'm going to cum, and you'll take it all, right pretty? Do it for me my princess, I want you to- Nrgh...to take every last drop of me, okay?", he grunted under his heavy breathing, holding you in place and going even faster, chasing his orgasm while pushing you over the edge. You finally feel that knot built up from before again, screaming your lovers name as you cling onto the wall for dear life. "Y-Yes Anasui, I'm cumming too... Please fill me up!❤" His thrusts become more sloppy and erratic, and with one last hard thrust he cums, groaning loudly into your ear. His throbbing cock widens as he holds you tightly, pushing the knotted part at the base in, releasing every last drop of his hot seed into you and making sure everything stays inside. Your knees go limp as you feel him fill you up, looking back at him with a loving expression. "H..hah..Every... last.. drop..", he moves closer to you, kissing you once again while you both come down from your high. He smiles, peppering kisses all across your cheek. A while later, you both return to your apartment, Anasui worshipping the very ground you stand on and running you both a romantic bath. You're just so happy you helped him out, and undoubtedly, this is one of the most exciting times of the year.

Looks like you won't be getting any sleep tonight..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: EEE I can't believe this is my first ever fic!! I'm so happy I get to share this with you guys, let's make lots of amazing spicy memories together! Asks/Requests are always open, so feel free to request your favorite character x you!~ ❤

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mariel-g · 1 year

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Chemistry Homework?

Very self indulgent switch fem reader <3

MINORS U SILLY GALS, DO NOT INTERACT

You sigh as you stare at Jotaro Kujo’s profile, silently fanning yourself with your hand while the idle chatter of your chemistry teacher fades into the background. Jotaro Kujo is...well, he’s not the friendliest of people. Whenever you have tried to talk to him he blatantly ignored you, so you quickly learned to stop trying.

As your thoughts drift away, his elegant side profile turned, revealing his full face in it’s glory. Startled, you jerk away and accidentally knock over a bottle of HCL with your elbow.

“Oh! I am so sorry, here.” You mutter, frantically grabbing at a stack of tissues nearby and patting it over Jotaro’s thigh “Um, are you alright? Like, it didnt burn or anything, right?”

You briefly close your eyes in disbelief, why the fuck did you say that?

His large palm suddenly engulfs your hand, ceasing the frantic drying of his leg. “The dosage of true hydrochloric acid in the bottle would be too low to burn me, I’d think you’d know that already if you take this class.”

Despite the harsh words, it was truly the first time you’d ever heard his voice. It was deep and velvety and honestly quite a turn on. Although his tone was biting and full of contempt, it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

The noise of irritation he makes at the back of his throat makes your eyes fly up from his leg, settling on tracing the lines of his adams apple and defined neck before slowly meeting his eyes. When you meet them, the glare he pins you with makes you shrink back, only stopped by his hand that is still tightly clasped over yours.

“Yes I know, I just was overly concerned, forgot the basics of chemistry haha...my apologies” you say weakly.

“Get off me” he snarls.

His leg starts to shake, from anger no doubt, and a sick sense of satisfaction runs through you, letting such an inconsiqentuial accident affect his mood so much is ridiculous. But then again, he always acts like a bandit pisses in his coffee each morning.

“You’re still holding my hand”

At that his thigh seemed to flex and harden underneath your finger tips and your fingers gave an involuntary squeeze back. His whole body goes completely rigid and he bites his lip as if in pain. Oh my god...was that his dick...? No, right?

Both of you sat completely still when the teacher suddenly addressed the both of you. “Jotaro and y/n, please clean up the mess, you should’ve told me if you wanted more tissues.”

Jotaro’s eyes bore into you and he gives you a look of pure disgust before snatching his hand away from yours as if burnt. Despite of the rollercoaster of things that just happened you still had some scraps of your pride left, and you gave him the nastiest look you could muster before abruptly standing up.

“Miss, may I please go clean the acid off?”

“Yes you may y/n, I’ll clean the table myself dont worry” The teacher then glanced at Jotaro “You should go clean the HCL off yourself as well Jotaro, the dosage is low but it could still burn if left on the skin for too long.”

You gave Jotaro a smug ‘I told you so’ look before traipsing out of class. Fervently trying to forget the heat emenating from the shape that was pressed against your hand as you cleaned.

Ever since that day, you and Jotaro would bicker and annoy eachother to no end. You were fairly sure he hated you and the hatred is definitely mutual. After seeing him more often you realised that around everyone else he was generally pleasant if not quiet, it seemed that it was only around you where another side was brought out of him. You huffed a small laugh, you tend to have that effect on people.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing really” you sighed. You tilted your head back and moaned softly. God, the feel of his pouty lips making love to your neck was heaven.

He was on his knees in front of you as you sat on the side of the library’s setee, your leg on either side of him as his face nestled in your collarbone. (Mate, look he’s 6′5 just imagine that the setee is really low)

His tongue lazily swept across your pulse before suckling on it. “We should finish our chemistry homework.”

You nodded airily in agreement. “We should.”

Slowly, you brought one of your legs to rest between his thighs, allowing the base of your shin to softly rub against his hardened cock. He groaned softly, moving his hands braced on either side of the setee to wrap around the small of your back.

“Don’t tell me you got hard just from kissing my neck?” You asked incredulously, stilling the languid movement of your shin against his dick.

“I get hard just from looking at you” He said in a whisper “Keep rubbing my cock.”

At his crass wording your cheeks burst aflame with embarrassment, but you continued to pleasure him, delighting in the soft moans and groans that escaped from his mouth when you put more pressure on his member.

“You should say please”

“Why should I?”

“Because,” you completely stopped your ministrations on his dick “otherwise I’ll do this.”

His jaw clenched in irritation and his full lips silently formed the word “bitch.”

“If you still want to finish our homework it’s fine” you said breezily, making a show of repositoning the collar of your shirt and rebuttoning a few buttons.

“Wait,” He visibly swallowed a ball of irritation “keep rubbing my cock...please.” His adams apple bobbed. “And let me see you, all of you, please.”

Satisfaction and a heady rush of power filled you. You’re able to make this proud man beg.

“I enjoy having you on your knees in front of me” you whisper, heeding his request as you slowly unbutton enough buttons for your bra to be completely exposed to him.

His hand cups your breast and squeezes hard, his thumb roughly rubbing over the nipple through the fabric of the bra. You let out a small yelp and narrow your eyes at him when he smirks. Payback I guess.��

He leans forward and nips your ear “And i enjoy being on my knees for you as well, let me make you cum.”

Fuck. An ache setlles between your legs as your pussy desperately tries to clench around nothing. “Yes,” you say breathlessly “But we need to be quiet.”

The corner of the library you guys are in is uninhabited, but the whole establishment is not completely void of people.

He kissed the tops of your breasts and slowly took off your bra, savouring every inch of naked skin that was revealed to him. When your chest was fully exposed, he moaned in satisfaction.

“y/n, they’re perfect.”

His lips instantly descended upon your nipple as the other hand massaged and played with your breast. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue circling around one of your nipples while his hand pinched and rubbed and squeezed the other.

“Oh fuck” you panted, feeling euphoria wash over you as he continued to lavish equal attention upon both of your breasts before releasing them with a pop.

“Spread your legs”

You rose your eyebrow at his demanding tone, but complied, cautiously spreading your legs as he flipped up your skirt.

“Fuck princess, is that spiderman underwear?” The side of his mouth was twitching as if he was trying painfully hard not to burst out laughing.

You glared at him, “Do you want to see my pussy or not?”

In response he pulled your knickers to the side and began rubbing your clit with his thumb in a smooth circular motion, his mouth parted in a moan when he saw how wet you became from his light touch against your clit.

“Your pussy is so beautiful” he murmured. “Can I put my fingers inside?”

In response your loins clenched and you bucked your hips. “Fuck yes, and press harder on my clit.”

“Your wish is my command mistress” he said sardonically, increasing the pressure on your clit to the point it nearly hurt.

Slowly, he pressed one of his fingers into your opening and your toes curled. His thick finger stretched you out so good it made you moan, and your head lolled down to watch him as he watched his finger disappear inside of you till the hilt.

Heat crawled up his neck as he bit his lip. “You’re so tight...and wet” he curled his finger slightly and you gasped as the tip of his finger rubbed against your most sensitive space. “And warm,” he slowly started to thrust his finger in and out. “All for me.”

You moaned, “Jotaro, faster.”

“Yes.”

“Another finger please”

“Yes m’lady.”

The volume of your moans nearly reached a pornographic level. The way his thumb circled your clit as his fingers stroked and pressed into your walls made your mind go numb.

“Please let me taste you,” he begged, the look in his eye wild as he bit your inner thigh.

In response you moved your hand to the back of his head and gave him what he desired, surrendering to the pleasure as he immediately started lapping at your cunt. He licked and sucked and expertly toyed with your clit with his large fingers still ramming inside of you.

“Baby, I’m going to cum” you whimpered

“Please cum on my fingers,” he said hoarsely around your clit, “Need you to cum on my fingers baby.”

The vibrations from him speaking and his filthy words push you over the edge, and per his request you cum all over his fingers. Your eyes rolled back as your cunt convulsed around him. You had to throw a hand over your mouth so that you didnt scream.

He milked you through the orgasm, thrusting his fingers in languid strokes and lazily sucked on your clit with his eyes intensely watching your face.

“Jotaro please” you started to shy away from his attentions as the orgasm subsided.

Using his body weight, he pressed you down onto the setee. “I’m not finished yet.” Gingerly he started to eat at the honey your pussy produced, groaning in satisfaction while you meweled and bucked under his hold.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Eventually he released you from his taste testing and sat back on his haunches, admiring how pretty and fucked out you looked.

“Maybe now that you’ve been satisfied like this you’ll stop being such a bitch” He commented mildly while he flipped your skirt back into place and straightened your shirt.

“Yeah you’re right, I suppose I should have a weekly round of this, maybe next week should be Kakyoin.” You said lamely, to deep into post-orgasmic euphoria to conjure up a wittier response.

He frowned up at you. “Only me.”

You snorted. “I suppose you’ll have to be my subservient sex slave for the rest of your life then” you said jokingly.

For a second, when you looked into the teal of his eyes you thought you saw a look of reverence. He quickly put on his hat that was strewn haphazardly on the same desk your unfinished chemistry homework was on.

“So I guess we aren’t enemies anymore,” you said absent-mindedly. “Having an enemy that’s...yknow done that to me would be kind of embarrassing.”

He cleared his throat loudly as he stuffed the chemistry textbooks into his bag.

“A truce?”

“Good grief, fine.”

“It’s a shame we couldnt get our chemistry homework done.”

An ironic smile touched his lips. “No, I’d say it’s pretty completed.”

You looked at him quizzically but said nothing, instead opting to rising onto your toes to give him a soft kiss. It was brief but it left him speechless and flushed.

He watched you, face distraught as you walked ahead of him towards the library exit.

“Let’s go,” you said when you realised he wasn’t following “do you reckon anyone heard me?”

“Nah.”

#jotaro smut #jjba smut #jotaro x reader #dom reader #but not really #sub reader #but not actually #smut #soft joot #fem reader #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo smut #jotaro fluff

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wealllovemilo64 · 11 months

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Needy drunk! Part 4 Jotaro?

Jotaro and reader are coworkers, and they had a celebration party for the success of an experiment with the department and all.

Now, here, jotaro is divorced and has a share custody with his ex wife about jolyne.. And the reader, a newcomer whos maybe 2-3 years younger (male), somehow piqued his interest. Maybe how the reader talks to him in a gentle caring voice, how he would comfort him if he notices jotaro upset more than usual, or always being by his side. Regardless he was needy and head over heels over reader, despite his stoic disinterested, and rude manner towards him. Yet you still stayed with him.

And during this party. Jotaro drank a bit too much alcohol, and got a bit drunk...which is unusual. Jotaro doesn't get drunk easily but the alcohol is quite strong. His brows furrowed and unshed little tears beside his eyes with a blush on his face. How cute.

Because of the alcohol and the years of loneliness, just feeling your touch and gentle voice asking him if he's okay already sends jotaro to a loophole of neediness, pawing at your clothes, begging for you. (guess he was THAT touched starved.)

Surprised nonetheless,you granted his wish. .. A few moments later, at one of the bathroom stalls of the department, there is a certain someone blowing jotaro's back, pounding onto him from the back and your dick touching all of his sweet spot. Jotaro was feeling immense pleasure, heightened sensitivity all thanks to the alcohol. Evident by the tears running down his face, his mouth apart. Holding the walls for dear life as you kept on pounding him, hat, pants, coat.. All gone. He was vulnerable and naked under you.

Jotaro was pretty, that was the reader's opinion when he first met jotaro. He was glad he worked beside him. And seeing jotaro moaning and crying about how much he loves him, how many times he was jerking off to him, how he feels. You were glad *VERY* glad, being able to see jotaro in this position is heavenly and you were enjoying every second of it.

(Sorry if this is a bit long.. And if you could, please turn this into a fanfic or a scenario is fine too :) ...and if you accept anons, may i please be ⁉️ anon?)

OMGGGG! THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER READ! (i’m so happy i got a new anon, hearts for u ⁉️ anon 🫶🏾)

I hope you don’t mind that i turned it into a fan fiction!

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Needy!Sub!Drunk Part 4 Jotaro x Dom Male Reader

Content: Alcohol use, Anal Penetration, Semi-Public sex, Sex while under the influence, Crying (Jotaro), Creampie, Hickeys/Bites, Office Job AU, More Modern AU (Laptops and phones)

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It was late at night and Jotaro was sitting in his cubicle, typing away on his laptop like normal. The bags under his eyes were dark and deep, from all the stress he was dealing with and the constant workload that was on him. It wasn’t easy being a divorced single dad with a daughter who usually wanted to be with his ex wife and not him. He had no one to turn to for comfort, no one he could talk to in such trying times. That is, until you came along. You always went out of your way to be kind and caring with him, which made his stomach flutter. You would peer over your cubicle into his, making funny faces and distracting him from his work on his laptop. He always felt like he could genuinely smile when he was around you.

You two were both working the late shift one night, until Jotaro got a phone call. He picked up the phone, only to be met with the angry voice of his wife like usual. She was calling to beat him down with words once again, to tell him how he wasn’t doing his part for Jolyne and stuff like that. He felt so exhausted, but he listened just in case something had happened to Jolyne. After she was done she hung up herself, and Jotaro slowly set his phone down. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you had inadvertently heard the whole conversation. You slowly rose from your swivel chair and walked around to Jotaro’s cubicle, placing a gentle hand on his back.

“Hey..you okay?”

Jotaro stayed silent and only gave a nod in response, to which you responded by getting down on your knees in front of him. Tucking a piece of hair behind his ear as you gave him a genuine, gentle look.

“You know you can always talk to me, right? You don’t have to pour your whole life story out to me, but whatever’s on your mind you can talk to me about if you need to.”

Your words made Jotaro feel warm inside, but he looked down at his lap so it wouldn’t show on his face. He nodded, trying to keep a level head as he muttered out a sentence.

“Thank you..it means a lot, [Y/N].”

You smiled, about to respond to him before a couple of your other coworkers burst through the door. All triumphant as they jumped around and laughed together. You immediately rose to your feet, confused on what was happening. Jotaro rose as well and you both went over to them.

“What’s going on?”

You asked. One of your coworkers responded to you with a smile.

“It worked! The experiment was a success!”

The rest of your coworkers continued to jump around and celebrate with each other as you and Jotaro were visibly surprised.

“We’re celebrating at the bar down the street, cmon!”

One of them said before they all hurried out of the room and began leaving the office. You got visibly excited as you turned to Jotaro.

“Did you hear that? We get to party!”

Jotaro saw your excitement as he too was excited as well, though it didn’t show on his face. He smiled at your happy face, almost getting lost in just staring at you since he admired how you looked when you were happy. You didn’t wait for his response before you started pulling him out of the office and down to the bar. Once you two got in, you and Jotaro went to sit at the bar. You both ordered some drinks, just chatting about how exciting the new advancement for the department was and other small things. It wasn’t long before Jotaro was wasted, he only had 2 drinks but the alcohol was rather strong. You however, had hardly finished your first glass so you were still pretty sober. You laugh at Jotaro’s drunk state, it was funny how he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence as his words slurred together. You stopped laughing as you watched Jotaro lean forward and grab at your shirt, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“W-*hiccup*..w-want youuuuusss..”

You were surprised at his sudden touchy behavior, to which you blushed and gently pushed him back.

“Jotaro, we’re in public-“

Jotaro wasn’t listening to a word you said as he leaned forward and started trying to kiss you. You sighed as you got down from the stool and slung Jotaro’s arm over your shoulder, starting to walk to the bathroom with him. You pulled him into a stall and locked the door before you pressed him up against the wall, connecting your lips before he had a chance to say anything. Jotaro messily kissed you back, the taste of alcohol mixing in both of your mouths as your tongues clashed together. Jotaro was already beginning to undo your shirt as you made out, breaking away for just a brief moment to pull it over your head. You did the same to his shirt and you went back to kissing, until both of you were completely naked. You pulled away from the kiss, watching the string of saliva between you two before you turned Jotaro around and bent him over. He gripped onto whatever he could, though the wall was really his only option. You were about to prep him before he stopped you.

“A-..already..*hiccup*..loooose..”

Jotaro turned his head to the side, a very obvious blush tinting his cheekbones as he looked at you from the corner of his eye. You were surprised, realizing that Jotaro had been playing with himself at some point and was already loosened up. You smirked, leaning down close to his ear as you whispered against it.

“Were you touching yourself to the thought of me, Jotaro..~?”

Jotaro had sobered up a bit more now, actually able to hear what you were saying now. Giving a slow nod to your voice as his blush only grew darker. You chuckled at the sight, hoping that you were the only person who would ever be able to see him in such a vulnerable state. You didn’t waste anymore time as you spread Jotaro’s ass cheeks with your hands, starting to insert your already erected cock. Jotaro let out a surprised gasp as only the tip had entered, visibly oversensitive from the effects of the alcohol. You were eager to be inside of him already but you were heavily holding back since you didn’t want to tear his ass. You definitely weren’t small and it wasn’t easy to get inside Jotaro’s hole even though it was loosened up. Jotaro cupped a hand over his mouth, trying to contain his moans as he finally felt your cock make its way all the way inside of him. He could feel the tip already throbbing against his prostate as you let him have a second to adjust. He nodded, giving you the go ahead to start moving. You pulled out a little bit before starting up a somewhat slow pace, but you were being a bit hard with your thrusts. Jotaro let out loud moans and whimpers into his hand, the other gripping the wall tightly. You gritted your teeth together as you let out some grunts yourself, Jotaro’s hole was so tight and wet, not to mention he clenched around you like a fucking vice. It wasn’t long before you were thrusting in at a harsh pace, hitting his prostate just right. Jotaro was definitely sober now, his hand falling from his mouth as he failed to contain his moans. The feeling of you driving against his g-spot made his eyes roll into the back of his head. You loved this sight of Jotaro, taking a mental picture in your mind that you would save forever. The tears streaming down Jotaro’s red cheeks was something you would never ever forget. You couldn’t help but lean down and leave some marks on his shoulders and all down his back and his neck, just to ensure he was yours and yours only. All Jotaro could think of was you and how you were absolutely destroying him. He cried out your name, loud moans and whimpers cutting off his sentence as he blabbered on about how much he loved you and wanted you so badly.

“F-..Fuckkk, [Y/N]! I love you s-soooo..m-muchhh..!”

Jotaro’s words only urged you on to keep pounding him into nothingness. Jotaro could feel his climax approaching, moaning out in slurs that he was close. You knew you were close too as you clenched his waist and slammed harder.

“Let’s cum together Jotaro..”

Jotaro nodded, his moans getting more frequent before white spurts of cum shot out of his erect cock and onto the floor. You finished off not too long after him, stuffing him full to the brim with your seed as you let out a loud grunt. Jotaro panted heavily, trying to recollect himself as you leaned down and peppered kisses along the side of his face and his neck. Grazing over the previous marks you left while you were fucking him as you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.

“I love you too, Jotaro..so so so much.”

#dom male reader #male reader #x reader #top male reader #sub jjba #sub jotaro #sub part 4 jotaro #HELP I CANT PUT THE KEEP READING THING IN THE RIGHT SPOT #⁉️ anon

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lemon-muncher · 5 months

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The best way to start writing again is with everyone's favorite capo, Bruno Bucciarati! This man has a hold on my soul that I can't even explain. Anyway! Enjoy this short little drabble while I work on some of my months old requests :<

Bruno Bucciarati x Male Reader

It didn't take much convincing for Bucciarati to give in to your perverted request. Was it out of desperation, to feel the warmth of your skin after nights apart? Or maybe he was just as wicked and perverted as you, finally indulging in an act he subconsciously wanted for ages now? It didn't matter to you. At the end of the day, Bucciarati allowed you to use him for some random fantasy, and whatever reasons he had for it, you quietly accepted them.

"Shhh~ Quiet down, hun! Don't want anyone to hear you!" You sheepishly chirped into your Capo's ear as you slowly pushed yourself into him. Between your body practically engulfing his own and having sex with you in a club bathroom, Bucciarati's head was spinning. "Can't believe you got me to do this!" A breathy moan leaves the other man's mouth. Despite feeling you inside him, softly breaking him, a sensation of guilt fills him.

Fortunately, you can read the man like a book. Between his face and how he suddenly stopped clenching around you, you knew Bucciarati was distracted with something. "Forget the mission, Bruno. The others got it..." You grunted softly while purposefully aiming your hips up to barely hit his prostate. As if on cue, Bucciarati instinctively shivers, and if it wasn't for your arms around his chest and waist, he would have folded over. "It's okay to let go, Capo~ Besides, we're supposed to blend in. It's not unusual for two people to sneak off like this~" With a hushed chuckle and purr into the black-haired man's ear, Bucciarati let his composure slip.

He looks back at you with rosy cheeks and watery eyes. "I've got half the mind to make you regret this, Y/N..." What was supposed to sound threatening was translated as a soft whine, making you smirk as you thrust harshly into Bucciarati again. "Last I check, you wanted this too, Bruno! So don't act like a whiny bitch and continue what you agreed to!" You kissed the side of your lover's red cheeks and sped up your thrusts. Your hands reposition themselves on Bucciarati's hips, causing his own hands to clash with the bathroom tile.

"I'm never doing this with you again!" Bruno moans into his hands to keep himself quiet. And you can only smile as you hear the pretty whines and lies that leave your lover's mouth.

#dom reader #sub character #dom male reader #seme male reader #sub jjba #jjba part 5 #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati x reader #bucciarati x male reader

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rougepancake · 8 months

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QUIET DOWN!!

FT. Rohan Kishibe

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Bratty sub Rohan who turns into needy sub Rohan. Gn reader, teasing, begging, using Rohan’s headband as a blindfold. Kind of weird cutoff bc I got lazy 😅

“What more do you want from me?” Rohan grumbled, shooting you a glare as you moved to push him down onto the bed. “Don’t you think I’ve been a ‘good boy’?” He was clearly mocking you, but you didn’t care.

You had more important things to worry about.

“When are you ever a good boy, Roh?” You pulled out a pair of handcuffs out from god knows where and grabbed ahold of his wrist. Your goal was to chain him up and make him cry, mainly because he had been such a dick to you earlier while you were out.

Silence met your question, and you knew that your actions had intrigued him. There were times that he let you dominate him, and this was one of them, so he sat back and let you take control.

Which he began to regret as soon as you pulled his headband over his eyes.

“Hey now, be reasonable Y/n,” his voice quivered in anticipation, the thought of him not knowing what you’d do to him arousing him more than it should’ve.

“I’m not going to have a pain in the ass such as yourself tell me what to do, so hush it,” you snapped at him, your hands trailing down his chest slowly as you spoke. You couldn’t help but admire how slutty he looked in that crop top.

Without warning, you pulled his headband down over his eyes, rendering him helpless. He gasped in response.

“Don’t worry, Rohan. If you’re a good little mangaka, I just might remove it,” you whispered as your hand palmed his clothed erection. His hips bucked upwards almost instantly, a quiet ‘please’ falling from his lips.

Wow. That was easy.

“Speak up.” You applied more pressure, distracting him from your other hand slipping underneath his crop top once again. Experimentally, you pinched one of his nipples, amused by his whiny reaction.

“P-Please-“ he panted, gritting his teeth. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier-! A-Ah- please fuck me-!” His words were rushed out of his mouth, and they hardly made any sense. Thankfully, you understand Rohan well enough to know what he wants.

“If you say so,” you smirked, slowly removing your hand so that you could free his strained cock.

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privitivium · 2 months

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Yandere risotto? YANDERE RISOTTO.

Definitely the type to stalk you when you tell him not to lol (ESPECIALLY when he use his invisibility)

Overprotective in a way? Idk

I just need yandere risotto content tbh lol.

,,ye,,, yes,,,, yandere risotto nero,,, teehee. i agree. overprotective nero is so real bro ufhghhgh sry for any mistakes that mightve slipped by...

yandere subbot risotto nero rambles!!

amab reader, cw;; stalking. masochist nero - mild nipple play, mild exhibition, nsfw in general. creep nero.

risotto being overprotective all nonchalantly bro,,, so cute. you hanging around him, but not one to make eye contact for too long... you didnt really wanna tell him he's just too much of an edgelord with his piercing crimson eyes that he technically had no control of the color - making sure to compliment him instead of saying something that might make him upset - and those carelessly muttered compliments send the hulking edgy mass of muscle into a fucking tizzy. gotta keep up his cool and enigmatic nature though, so he cant be all squirming around out of giddiness... he has an equanimous nature to uphold...

getting all weird when you get ready to leave the base as usual, having nothing else to do - it was randomly that you would suddenly leave... he was always so curious on where you were going, you know??? he cant help that he follows you - even if you explicitly tell him not to... just to find you owning some sort of condo, slinking in from behind after you leave a gap between you and the door - managing to survey the surroundings. what was this place? someone else obviously lived here. family?.. bringing it up when you get back to base...

ㅡcomplaining to him, a little careless that he admits indirectly to stalking you, "it's just stuffy in here with this sausagefest, man... sometimes i need space." you shrugged, huffing in mild annoyance that he had followed you to the shared apartment you owned with some stranger you had no contact with usually - of course, risotto couldnt resent them more. except he could?!

that other person youre strangely roommates with, soaking in your presence and scent that you leave behind on the furniture?! how dare they and you. he's so polite to you, a gentle hulking beast of a man, treating you as his lovely subordinates yet reprimanding you when needed. it may not seem like it, but there's a drastic difference between how he treats the others and you. notably... mildly gentle. can't that be enough? i mean... he's fine with it... he just has to find a way to make you like being around the base and the others instead of leaving him. but - then again, he has no problem following you;; his darling subordinate.

bro he'd be a fucking weirdo straight up,,, like. bro rooting through your clothes just to find material to jerk off with. he'd keep the articles of clothing, not one to give them back after making a mess of them - but the thought of you wearing your underwear he dirtied with his cum makes him all giddy and rock hard he releases a huge load onto your underwear.

imsgine ur getting out of the shower and not catching the way the light hits off a certain invisible character in the corner of the bathroom, him watching so intently as you dry your body off, admiring the way the water droplets cascade down your flesh,,, taking the time to leer and ever so slightly thumb over his bulge in his striped skin-tight pants that were invisible to the eye. fucking whore.

bro,, he would beg,,, pls. yeah he's supposed to be this hardened bad ass who's all edgy and cool but can't you indulge your boss for one second and make him moan like a girl.......... yandere risotto would. be the type to manipulate you lowkey. you immediately seeing the signs and shutting that shit down rq !!

"punishing" him by having him in yr lap in his chair and tugging at his dick fluidly - trying your best to make him moan aloud as you tweak his perky ass nipple with your free hand - the others fucking around outside of his "office", quietly asking risotto if he's the kind of whore who wants others to hear his disgusting whimpers. having an intense makeout session and having to make half-lidded eyecontact just to stare into those eyes you once dubbed creepy. it makes him all warm and fuzzy like a tween schoolgirl with her crush that you want to stare into his glazed crimson orbs. mocking him by calling him boss while fucking him over his desk or in his room and abusing his poor prostate while simultaneously rubbing on his thick cock - risotto...... enjoying overstimulation..... but also,,,, plugging his dick up and him actually begigng to cum on yr cock bro jeez louise

Something an edgy cool badass like him shouldnt feel - like a tween schoolgirl, he tells himself......... yet, risotto taking advantage of your affection and asking you nonchalantly to jerk off with his underwear so he can wear it... is this some kind of embarrassment thing? and does he even wear underwear. yan risotto constantly checking in on you, being a little obnoxious... but he tries to cool it, not wanting you to run off somewhere. i mean, he'd follow you without complaint, but it was still a bit tedious. he has to settle for being invisible in the same room as you as you want "alone time" and watching you jerk off into a fucking toy that he so desperately wishes was his hole - jerking off and leaving the mess on your floor for you to see just so you can "punish" him LOL.

also i love the thought,,, of fucking him while watching horror movies,,,, risotto on his back on his bed, tummy covered in his own cum and sweat, cock limp against his body. head hanging off the edge of the bed and flushed, teary face observing the television that displayed some movie that relied on jumpscares and shock value;; making him cum over and over while balls deep - abusing that magic, mystical little button along the inner walls of his taint and him relishing in the sting of his hole being stretched... he'd generally love being stuffed bro,,, wanting to cockwarm you whenever he can and whenever you allow him to. ekekfjrjgnnv

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incculum · 9 months

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Ik u write for a lot of strong muscly bottoms lol but joseph (jjba) would get so worked up after fighting and ride you until his stamina runs out👀

god, I love muscular bottoms. hope this is decent ..

(it turned out a little more romantic than I originally intended.)

It's no longer a surprise to you when Joseph corners you after a fight. You let him kiss you with urgency and tug at your clothes, whispering about how he needs to take his energy out on something.

He rocks back and forth on your lap, still hyper, but he can't help that part of him still waits for your approval.

"Go for it," you pat his thigh and he doesn't waste time. He pushes himself up with his thick thighs and reaches back to wrap his fingers around your dick, guiding it to his greedy hole. He drops back down onto your lap as soon as your cockhead slips past his rim and raises himself back up with the same speed. His hands make their way to your shoulders to support his weight as he rolls his hips forward, until his cock smears a streak of pre-cum on your stomach and he can moan into your ear.

Despite his claims about this being a means of getting rid of leftover energy, Joseph's thoughts are focused only on you. The way your fingernails leave crescent marks when you let go of his thighs and move your hands up to his waist; the way you groan into his ear; your teases; your curses; your insults; your praises; all of the sounds that leave your lips; the way you let Joseph use you like this. You, you, you.

Joseph wraps a hand around his slick cock, flicking his wrist back and forth. You pant into his mouth when he rolls his hips in circles and he moans into yours when he's close. His movements speed up and he pulls back to grin at you. Another layer of cum paints your stomach and you can feel your own cum slowly dripping down your cock when Joseph lifts himself back up before pushing himself down.

Joseph's grin is still on his face when he looks at you. His burning thighs and heaving chest don't deter him from saying his predictable words, "one more?" He pairs his question with already-moving hips.

You know it won't be just one.

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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desperate

dio brando x reader

cw: nsfw (minors dni), sub!dio, dom!reader, gn!reader - amab, dirty talk, mean!reader, part 3!dio, dio being a slut, degradation kink, size kink, begging, choking, groping, spit kink, breeding kink, creampie, dacryphilia, obsessive and possessive dio, etc.

notes: a continuation to this

word count: 1170

“Why are you such a slut?” You sigh in feigned frustration, thrusting a third lubed finger inside Dio’s asshole. They slip inside without trouble, and his insides hungrily cling to your fingers. He moans into the pillows, spine arched enticingly as he rocks back against you.

It’s almost unfair, how effortlessly beautiful he looks in the flickering candlelight. You curl your fingers, pressing them against his prostate, and his body shudders. Dio lifts his head to moan your name, his cock drooling precum onto the expensive silk sheets. His blond curls are mussed, far messier than usual from you pulling him by his hair to the bedroom.

“Walking around with those fat tits out for everyone to see.” You continue, and his asshole clenches around your fingers at your words, making you scoff. “Whore.”

Dio glances at you from over his shoulder, the gold of his eyes a thin ring around his blown pupils, “Yours.” He nearly purrs in reply. You roll your eyes and press harder against his prostate, if only to watch his smug expression twist in pleasure.

He whines unhappily when you take your fingers out, only to gasp when you manhandle him onto his back. Dio eagerly lifts his legs, using his hands to spread his ass for you, and bites down on his bottom lip in eager anticipation. His eyes are glued to your cock as you take it in your hand, pouring more lube on it. Heat rises to his cheeks, his expression enamored at the thought that even when you’re being mean, you make sure he’s comfortable.

You press the fat head of your cock against his twitching asshole and bend down to latch your lips onto one of his nipples. Dio arches his back, pushing into your mouth with a moan. His arms wrap around you, and your hands grip his thighs to press them against his torso. “Fuck me,” He pants, hips squirming in an attempt to get you to slip into him. “My love, please. Fuck— ah!” Dio gasps when you bite down on his chest, your teeth breaking through the skin as you suck hard.

“Open.” You command when you let go, your lips stained red, and he opens his mouth. You hollow your cheeks and spit directly onto his tongue, and his eyes nearly cross as he moans at the taste of his own blood mixed with your saliva. His Adam’s apple bobs harshly as he swallows, and precum pools onto his abs. “Good slut.” You say with a condescending smile and give his pillowy tits a hard squeeze.

“Please, please, please—” Dio begs, thick lashes clumping together with desperate tears.

You grip his throat tightly and slip only the tip of your cock inside him. “Are you that hungry for my cock, you shameless whore? I bet you’d cream around the tip of my dick if I told Vanilla Ice to come in here and watch.” You taunt, and a stream of precum splatters over his torso. Dio moans breathily, and you dig your nails into his skin. “Answer me, you fucking slut.”

“Ngh, yes!” Dio’s shaky hands grab your wrist, his face red, “I love your cock. You always make me feel so good, so full. Leave me gaping and dripping with your cum. Want them to know you’re mine, only mine— please!”

You pelvis slaps against his ass as you thrust your cock inside his hole, and Dio throws his head back with a silent scream. His eyes roll as he comes all over his stomach, streaks of white splattering all the way up to his chin, but his cock remains hard. You laugh, pushing his thighs against his chest as you start up a merciless pace. Loud moans spill from his bruised lips with every pump of your hips, his asshole squelching lewdly with every plunge of your cock.

“I can feel you—” Dio whines, slipping a hand between you to press against his abdomen, “right here…”

“Gonna fill you up, Dio,” You promise, giving his neck a squeeze. “Gonna fuck my cum into you, again and again until you can’t keep it inside.” A strangled sob leaves his mouth at the thought, and his asshole clenches around your cock. “I’m gonna breed you like a bitch.” An idea comes to your mind, maybe a little dangerous, but it makes you grin. “Can you imagine it? Your belly swollen with an heir, your fat tits dripping with milk.”

“Yes!” He gasps, hips rising to meet your thrusts, “Yes, yes, yes!”

You draw back until the tip of your cock remains, “Beg.”

Dio’s chest heaves as he pants, his pale skin shining with sweat, and overwhelmed tears spill down his face. “Please!” He hiccups pitifully, “Please fill me with your cum. Fuck a baby into me!” There’s something concerningly wild and hungry in his eyes, but it turns you on as much as it worries you.

“Mm, gladly.” You whisper, leaning down to press your lips against his. The kiss is messy, wet with tears and spit, and his strong legs wrap around your hips as your cock pushes inside him once more. He moans into your mouth, hungrily suckling on your tongue, and threads his fingers into your hair to keep you there. His body rocks into the mattress from the force of your thrusts, the cum from his previous orgasm smearing onto your skin while his weeping erection ruts against your stomach.

Your lips part with a wet smack, “Take it.” You groan, burying yourself to the hilt inside his hole. You come harder than you have in a while, your weight pinning him down to the bed as you pump rope after rope of cum inside him.

Dio chants your name like a prayer as he comes again, legs tightening around your body as his asshole tightens like a vice around your cock as if to milk every drop. “Thank you… thank you…” He babbles gratefully, reverently running his hands over your skin as if worshiping a god. There’s so much cum that it oozes out from around the base of your cock to drip down your balls and his asscheeks.

You sigh in satisfaction, admiring the view of his creamy and abused hole as you slowly withdraw. The puffy rim clenches as he tries to keep most of it inside. His eyebrows draw together unhappily as your cock leaves him, and he pouts up at you like the brat he is. “Let’s go take a bath.” You murmur affectionately, pushing his damp curls away from his face to kiss his sweaty forehead.

Dio pushes you down on your back, throwing a leg over your hip and cuddles into you. “Later.” He says, lazily mouthing at your throat. You hum, gently running the tip of your nails along his spine. “...I want a baby.” Dio suddenly mumbles against your skin, reaching down to wrap his fingers around your wet cock, and you close your eyes with a sigh.

You fucking knew it.

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