#dom!anasui | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mikachi-chu · 8 months

Text

"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!~ ❤

264 notes · View notes

c-nstellati-ns · 2 years

Text

I KNOW YOU WANT ME BABY... — short

> author's note — i am clinically insane > word count — 707 > featuring — narciso anasui > cw — NSFW CONTENT, ftm!anasui, cunnilingus, squirting, panty ripping, usage of the word c*nt and pussy, risky sex in a prison cell and shitty google translated italian lmao

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

"J-just like that— fff-fuck, yeah…"

Anasui just couldn't shut up, couldn't he? You stared up at him and furrowed your brows, but he was too busy hiding his eyes behind his arms, his thighs shaking as he squeezed them around your head. You let out a low huff and latched right back onto his soaked panties, making him gasp and let out a delicious whimper. This wasn't a completely ideal situation— especially considering there were guards doing rounds tonight and any of them could be able to hear Anasui's sweet little moans each time you pressed your lips against his core, lightly grinding your teeth against his clit. You suppose it was your own fault for getting too touchy, despite knowing how sensitive your baby could be.

You pulled away briefly to lean up and lock lips with the pink haired man, an attempt to shut him up while simultaneously rubbing his pussy through those now ruined panties of his. Anasui was already so shaken up and teary, it was hard to keep calm and not completely ravage him then and there. He was so needy and already looked like he was about to completely lose it. You loved watching him grind himself against your fingers— so why not go a little further?

You hooked a finger through those panties and Anasui pulled away from the kiss to watch as you tore through the lace fabric completely, leaving him completely exposed. He was already ready and dripping for you, slick running down his thighs as he looked back up at you and whispered, "H-horny bastard, you ruined my underwear… I think you should fuck me to make up for it." Even through all this, he couldn't help but be a teasing bitch.

This made you roll your eyes, "Not a chance, beautiful. Not now at least." To this, he whines deeply but obediently lays back as you kiss down his stomach, eventually back face to face with his cunt. He was unbearably wet but you simply licked him up again, Anasui letting out a particularly loud gasp, his leg kicking a bit and forcing you to pinch his thigh to make sure he quiets down. He covers his mouth with his hand and whimpers, his free hand running through your thick locks, gently tugging and pulling when you licked up a particularly good spot.

He was already so close, and you could tell. You needed to hurry this up, or else you might both get caught. You pressed a soft kiss against his clit before finally properly going down onto him, devouring that cunt as if it were your last meal on death row.

"O-ohh, oh god- fottere, please- d-di più, amore mio..." Anasui whimpered out, his thighs closing around your face again, to which you hummed and kept going. "S-Sono così vicino, per favore-" His voice was getting so high-pitched, it was cute. His body was twitching so much, his hand only tightening on the hair he has a grip on as he gets closer to the edge, till he—

"O-OH MERDA!!"

There it goes. You let out a satisfied hum as he squirted all over your tongue and lips, Anasui's head being thrown back onto the pillows as he clenched the sheets tightly, his back arched off of the bed still. The entire lower half of your face was drenched with his slick and cum, to which you licked your lips. Ana tasted as delicious as usual. A gorgeous sight to behold truly, giving his pussy one last kiss before leaning back over him to kiss him, a raspy moan could be heard from the man. His hair was a mess, his eyes blurry with tears and he couldn't quite catch his breath.

It took him a few minutes to calm down from his high, to which you used this time to help him clean himself up. Anasui turned to you and muttered, "The guards 100% heard us… so why don't we show them how good you are at taking care of me?" There was a sly grin on his face, a clearly lustful look in his eyes and he was groping the bulge in your pants.

Who were you to deny your pretty boy?

NOW PLAYING — superman, eminem...

#achilles' thirsts ⭐#top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #sub jjba #jjba smut #top reader #sub character #x male reader #male reader #dom reader #narciso anasui #ftm!anasui

684 notes · View notes

brayneworms · 7 months

Text

love you (just a little too much) | jolyne cujoh

kinktober day seven: praise kink

word count. 4.6k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, smut, praise kink, cheating (jolyne cheats on her boyfriend with reader lol), reader is kind of scummy, obsession, childhood friends, mentions of drinking, gender-neutral reader, implied unrequited love, sub!jolyne + dom!reader, oral sex (f!recieving), pet names (pretty girl, good girl, angel, princess—all used on jolyne)

♩ serial killer - lana del rey

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

Contrary to popular belief, Jolyne doesn't mind people knowing she's soft.

The others—particularly the ones she met at the prison, like Ermes and Anasui—think that she tries very hard to maintain a tough reputation, that she puts effort into her hard-as-nails routine that scares off the bad guys. And that's not to say it doesn't, but most people tend to assume that this means she spurns being seen as soft, or compassionate, or even girlish.

But you know better.

I mean, obviously you do. You've been at her side since you were both six years old, meeting on the playground of your relatively shitty elementary school. You remember burning asphalt painted with volleyball-court lines, arches cracked with flecks of black stone. You know every part of her, even the parts she maybe wishes you didn't.

And you've been in love with her for far longer. Longer than that waste of oxygen Romeo, longer than Anasui or Ermes. They can make all the assumptions they want, but you know the truth. Jolyne is soft. And she is sweet, and thoughtful, and loyal, and you know there is nothing she loves more than being reminded of it.

You remember the first time you watched her do her own makeup when you were thirteen years old. Sat in her bedroom, the teal walls and pink carpet, and you were too young and lacked too much taste to feel the nausea that the colours would later induce as your eyes grew more sensitive. You sat cross-legged on her bed as Mariah Carey blasted out from the stereo, watching Jolyne's reflection in the mirror. Her big emerald eyes outlined in messy dark liner, lips outlined in green.

Messy, but she liked it. And she whirled around, brandishing a tube you had no name for.

"Nah," you said flatly. "No way."

"It's just mascara, dummy," Jolyne sighed. "It'll make you look pretty."

"No, it won't."

"It made me look pretty."

"That's 'cause you are, dipshit." You pressed your spine flat against the wall, and as you watched, the skin of her cheeked flushed, soft baby-pink.

"You think?" she whispered, looking shyer than you'd ever seen her, and you felt your heart do something funny.

"Yeah. I mean, don't be weird about it." You bit the inside of your cheek. "Jolyne, you're gorgeous."

She made a strangled, squawking sort of noise and chucked the tube of mascara at you. It bounced off your head as you threw your body to the side to avoid it, and when you looked at her in disbelief, her face was scarlet and blotchy.

"You can't just say things like that," she whined, burying her face in her hands. "Although, feel free to say it again, I guess—"

"Idiot." Your own face burned. "You are not doing my makeup."

That was the start of it, you guess.

The start of looking at her differently, of watching her out of the corner of her eye; putting up her hair into a ponytail, applying lip balm with a careful pinky finger. You've been freinds for so long that you're comfortable changing in front of each other (you used to share baths, for fuck's sake), and suddenly you're seventeen and she's stripping off her shirt right in front of you and it's not innocent anymore. It's something else.

Of course, you're not the only one to notice. The way she sort of... glows when she enters a room. Other people do, and that dipshit Romeo with barely two braincells to rub together between the steroids and the peroxide, he managed to catch her eye. This hulking, seething jock who looked at you like you were a piece of shit under his shoe, who called you weirdo behind Jolyne's back (because he knew he'd catch a fist to the face if he ever did it in front of her).

"I know you want to fuck her," he growled one afternoon, after school, senior year. He crowded you against the wall of the locker room whilst you both waited for Jolyne to change out of her volleyball uniform inside.

"You don't even know what you don't know, you fucking prick," you snarled, staring right up into his eyes. Narrow pupils and bloodshot in the sclera.

"I've seen the way you look at her," he whispered. "You're obsessed with her. And I'm warning you, back off."

"Yeah, big boy?" A smile that was almost hysterical tugged at your lips. "Except you don't really want that. 'Cause you know if I left, she'd go right along with me without even looking at you. You're nothing, and you'll be gone soon, and I'll still be here."

Romeo laughed. "You're fuckin' crazy," he said wonderingly. "Are all Jo's friends this insane?"

"No. Not all of them," you said quietly. "But I am. I'm pretty insane. And you're going to ruin her life. I can fucking feel it. One day you're going to ruin her whole life, and I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"Romeoooo~" The singing voice soared over the thick tension. The two of you barely had time to step apart before Jolyne came sauntering out the locker room, her face alight in a pleased flush. Her eyes widened when she saw you, and she squealed delightedly. "You stayed!"

"I told you I would, dipshit," you said fondly, grinning as she launched at you and pressed a green kiss to your cheek. Over her shoulder, Romeo glowered.

"Wasn't I amazing?" she said cheerily, linking hands with her boyfriend and swinging their joined arms. Her eyes practically sparkled as she stared up at him, lips stretched in a perfect smile.

After a moment, he grunted. "Yeah, babe. Exceptional as always. That's my Jo for you, huh?" A kiss to her temple, and Jolyne squirmed delightedly.

Strictly speaking, you guess—you ruined Romeo's life before he could ruin hers. Not that he knows it. Oh, you want him to know. You want to throw the evidence in his face and make him seethe, all the while knowing there's not a fucking thing he can do about it.

It happens on Jolyne's nineteenth birthday. You hadn't seen much of her in the day, unfortunately—you'd gone for breakfast, which was tradition for the both of you. You drove her to Denny's and your plates were loaded with pancakes, bacon and syrup, drooling sticky piles of sugar that you scooped up eagerly, talking enthusiastically between bites. She was spending most of the day with Romeo—gag—but you'd see her at the party later.

It takes place at your house, actually. Jolyne's mom won't stand for that kind of stuff, and she's gracefully turning the other cheek to the underage drinking because she adores Jolyne. Her dad had sent a card that arrvied two days early, the inscription typically blunt:

Jolyne, Happy birthday. Sorry I couldn't be there. Be responsible and have a good day. Best, Dad.

"Best, Dad," she snorts derisively, tossing the thing dramatically over her shoulder. But she doesn't trash it. She never trashes the stuff from Jotaro. She keeps it all in a silver box under her bed like a shameful secret, and she reads them when she wants to cry but can't get the tears out. "What an asshole."

She goes home for a bit to get ready, and you prep the house for the party. By the time she comes back, hand-in-hand with Romeo, the place is already crowded. Projections of shapes and colours glide lazily over the walls, filming the bassy music that thumps through the mortar.

She looks fucking angelic, weaving her way through the crowds; she gives an excited little skip when she spots you slouched against the wall, halfheartedly entertaining some drunk guy. Jolyne rushes up to you, clasping your hands excitedly in hers.

"This is amazing!" she gushes. "It's all so amazing! Don't you think, Romeo?"

He barely grunts in reply. "Where's the booze?"

Jolyne's smile falters; something hard sets in her jade eyes, the kind of look that has your mouth suddenly dry. "Eh? Why are you being rude?" Her shoulders square, knots of hard muscle. "Y/n put this whole party together for me! This is their house!"

"Yeah, Romeo." An oily smirk slips over your face, unseen to Jolyne. A vein twitches in his temple over his lusterless eyes. "This is my house. How 'bout a little thank you?"

A spasm crosses his ugly face. "Fuck this," he growls, and Jolyne's jaw drops. "I'm sick of this creep trying to make me look bad in front of you. Jo, I'm leaving. Are you coming, or what?"

"You're joking." Jolyne's eyes are round and hard; an angry blush is starting to bleed across her cheekbones. "It's my birthday, Romeo."

"We'll do something," he presses, picking up her small hands hamfistedly; you bite the inside of your cheek at the touch, wondering if he even noticed the nails she got done especially for today, whether he even cared. "C'mon, Jo, I'll take you to dinner. That Italian place."

Jolyne's face screws up. "I don't like Italian food," she says, which is true. She doesn't like cheese or tomatoes much. Her favourite food is dark chocolate, actually, but if you're talking dinner than Thai food is a safe bet. She likes to make out that she can handle more spice than she actually can.

Romeo grows visibly frustrated; you slouch back against the wall, barely blinking, trying to bite back a smirk. "Anything, then. C'mon, Jo, I can't—I won't leave you here with this creep. Can't you see? Can't you fucking see how obsessed they are with you? It's fucking freaky!"

"Get out!" Jolyne screams. "You horrible pig. How dare you talk about them like that?!"

"You're so dumb you can't even see it!" Romeo yells, his voice starting to rise up over the music. Eyes shift, people turn; you can't have that. As much as you enjoy seeing Romeo squirm, this is Jolyne's day, and you won't let some roid-chomping ape ruin it. You slide between them, setting a hand on Romeo's chest and shoving him back—not violently, not really, you can't have Jolyne thinking you're as bad as him—just enough to make some space to breathe.

You're so close to Jolyne, her shoulder touches your back. You can feel her breathing raggedly, taut with fury.

"That's enough," you say, looking Romeo dead in the eye. "I know we don't exactly get along, Romeo, but I was willing to put that aside for Jolyne on her birthday. I'm sorry you weren't."

Romeo's face flushes slowly with purple colour. "You fucking—you—"

"Romeo," Jolyne says harshly. "Leave. I don't want you here."

His jaw clenches. "Fine! Fine. See if I fucking care." He spins on his heel and storms out, and you physically feel the tension in the air thin as the front door slams behind him.

You turn around immediately as everyone else awkwardly buries themselves in cups and conversations again. Jolyne's arms are wrapped around herself, staring at the floor. Genuine sorrow twangs deep inside you—you wonder, hardly for the first time, whether you would be this instigatory if she was with someone who actually deserved her.

A smaller, bitter part of you that you usually try to ignore insists that nobody really deserves her. Not even you. But you'll try your best.

"Hey," you murmur. "You okay?"

"H-how can he be so mean?" Her eyes are big and luminous as she turns them to you, shining with tears. Something deep inside you dies at the sight—Jolyne is rare with her tears. More often her intense emotions manifest as anger. You swallow, glancing around.

"Okay. Come on, let's get out of here," you mutter. You lead her through the crowded hallway and up the stairs, heading for your own room. The music becomes muffled as you shut the door behind you, blaring softly through the floorboards like you've dipped your head underwater. Jolyne sniffles, her eyes already drying; she knuckles at them dispassionately, smearing her carefully-applied eye makeup.

"What a mess... I ruined it all," she says, flopping down on the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be stupid, dipshit," you say fiercely. "It's your thickhead boyfriend. God, I can't stand him."

"I know." Jolyne picks miserably at her nails. "Maybe he's not... as perfect as I thought he was. But I love him. I mean, I think I love him? Just not when he's like this."

"He's like this all the time," you deadpan, and Jolyne's lip quivers. You sigh, melting down to sit next to her on the bed.

"I don't know what to do," she sighs. "I thought everything was so perfect, and now..."

"Jolyne." Always her full name. You never presume to shorten it, to chip off even one perfect syllable. Every time Romeo calls her Jo, you feel your bones grate together. Like he can't even be bothered to remember who she is. There are thousands of Jo's. There's only one Jolyne. "You deserve so much better than him."

Her throat flexes when she swallows, glancing up at you between the wisps of her green bangs.

It's funny—you know Jolyne inside and out. Every molecule. And yet you still don't see it coming.

Her lips press against yours for the briefest moment, shy and tentative and they taste like aloe vera. You freeze up completely in shock, not even having the werewithal to blink, and Jolyne rockets back, blushing madly.

She waves her hands frantically. "I—hang on! I'm sorry! I shouldn't... I didn't mean to..." Her voice gears up for a wail. "I'm ruining everythinggg!"

"Jolyne!" You clamp your hands upon her shoulders, your pulse thundering in your ears. "C-calm down. It's okay. You haven't—you haven't ruined anything."

Jolyne's brows draw tight together. "I can't betray Romeo," she says, twiddling her fingers. "But I... I'm so fuckin' sick of feeling like... he never compliments me! Never! And tonight, it was my fucking birthday and he just blew me off! What a pig! I'm so sick of him sometimes, I just want to—to—"

Her soft, cold hands land on your face and she kisses you again, harder this time, with intent, and you feel every cell in your body come alive. You hardly believe it's real, but this time you're not going to waste even a nanosecond not concentrating. Your eyes slip closed and your hands move, dropping from her shoulders; one slides down her arms until it wraps around her waist, drawing her close, feeling her soft, toned body press flush against you. The other cups the back of her neck, cradling her like she's something precious. She is, of course. She's the most precious thing in the whole world.

It's overwhelming; it's everything you've dreamed of for the last six years or so, and even as it's happening it barely feels real. You feel the urgent need to make the most of it before you snap out of this dream, or Jolyne reverts back from the delirium that's cleared seized her. It's your chance, after all—to finally show her what someone like Romeo could never give her.

Your left hand slips unde the hem of her shirt, fanning out over the warm skin beneath, and Jolyne shudders. She pulls back from your lip momentarily, her eyes searching yours so intensely that your heart lurches.

"Isn't this wrong?" she whispers, as though she's truly conflicted.

Your free hand brushes a lock of her from her face. "Does it feel wrong?"

There's a moment of hesitation—you can see her conjure Romeo's face in her mind—and then she shakes her head. "It should feel wrong," she mutters, and your thumb strokes soothingly over the small of her back.

"Jolyne," you murmur, and you watch in shivering euphoria as her body shudders as your voice slips into something lower, rolling over the both of you like hot honey. "Lemme take care of you, okay?"

A painful dark blush melts over Jolyne's pretty cheeks. "This won't ruin anything, will it?" She keeps you pinned for now, not letting you carry on. So bold, your Jolyne. People like Romeo want to stamp it out of her. You can't even imagine it. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Jolyne," you groan. "Don't say stuff like that right now."

"Eh? Why?!" Her expression twists. "I'm just trying to make sure—"

"You're kind of having an effect, princess," you grit out. Jolyne stops short, her mouth working soundlessly for a few moments.

"Ha! Am I really?" she gushes, her eyes sparkling. "Let me see!"

"Wh—no!" You swat at her hands, cheeks burning. "Cut it out, dipshit. You'll..." You pause, weighing your words. "You'll see soon enough, anyway."

The smile slips off of Jolyne's face, replaced by nervous anticipation. Your heart beats at the speed of sound, jackrabbiting against your ribcage.

You shake your head, scrub a hand down your face. "Lay down, okay? I said I would take care of you, and I mean it." There's a spot of hesitation on her face before she cautiously scrambles up against the headboard, peering down at you sat at the foot of the bed. You strip off your shoes quickly before clambering on over her, fitting your legs neatly over her waist.

She bites her lip. "Y-you really wanna..."

In answer, you lean forward and tuck your face against her neck, breathing in her perfume. She shivers as you nose at the delicate skin, finally putting your lips on it like you've dreamed of doing, and she's just as receptive as you've always thought she might be, letting out a squeak before her head tilts up, baring her throat to you.

"So cute," you whisper, running your hands up her sides. She's small, but so toned—she works out a lot, and it's a unique kind of torture seeing her in gym clothes, all sweaty with her hair pinned up, heading for the shower. "God, you drive me fucking crazy."

"I—I do?" Her breath is caught, trapped. Her hands push under your clothes and skim over the flesh there, cool and clammy, and you shudder so violently that you inadvertently press yourself against her.

"You have no idea." You mouth at her neck almost frantically, sucking skin between your teeth, laving with your tongue, pinching lightly with your teeth before moving onto the next; dotting lines down her neck, collarbones, putting your teeth over the jut of bone and sucking. Jolyne moans, high and shivery, and the sound makes liquid lightning rush to the place between your thighs.

You curse your own impatience, too hurried to savour her like you really want. You reason that you'll have time, after, later, some indeterminable point in the future as you reach down and hike up her shirt, over her head, flinging it to some distant point in the room. Jolyne stares up at you, unabashed; why would she be? You know every inch of each other's bodies already. You smooth a palm from her sternum to the waistline of her jeans, through the valley between her breasts, and Jolyne groans, eyes fluttering shut. You can see the smokey green makeup painted over her lids, the clumps of mascara caught in the delicate lashes.

The flesh beneath your hand is soft, warm muscle. You happily think that she could break you apart if she wanted—but that's the really incredible thing about your Jolyne. She doesn't. She is capable of great violence, but it's never what she wants to do.

She's so, so special.

"You're so beautiful," you sigh; your pupils are probably heart-shaped by this point. "Oh, god—princess, you have no idea how bad I want you."

Jolyne shudders, pushing her hips up against you and you nearly choke. "Show me," she grunts, a challenge in her eyes. "Show me—please."

"'Course, pretty girl," you murmur, watching the flush climbs down her chest. "Anything for you."

Your hands move to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before you drag them down her thighs. Jolyne perks up and helps you shed them, and they too disappear into the nameless void, where everything but Jolyne ceases to matter even an iota.

Next goes her underwear; she wears boxers a lot, and today is no exception. Emerald-green briefs that you drag down her legs so clumsily that they end up dangling from one ankle. Jolyne sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, face lit up bright red as she watches you knead the flesh on her knees, her thighs. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, the heat in your abdomen almost unbearable—but you can't even think of touching yourself. This isn't about you.

It's all about her.

You push her thighs apart, gently, and only now does some tension coil up in Jolyne's stomach, her breath shaking.

"It's okay," you remind her softly, and press soft kisses to her right knee. "It's me, yeah? You have nothing in the world to hide from me."

Jolyne's whole expression seems to melt into something dreamy, like she's home, and you could weep. A soft smile plucks at her mouth.

"You're right," she says, swallowing hard.

"'Course I am, pretty girl," you say lazily, skimming your lips against her inner thigh, a hint of teeth just to hear her gasp. "'Cause I know you, yeah? Better than anyone."

"Y-yeah," Jolyne whimpers, and your eyes practically roll back into your head at how wrecked she sounds already.

You prop your face on her inner thigh, gazing up at her dreamily. "Want me to make you feel good, angel?"

"W-well, obviously," she grunts, squirming her hips. You use your free hand to pin her down.

"Say it," you can't help but poke, watching as her blush darkens. "Say, I want you to make me feel good."

Jolyne glowers. "Eh... you're the worst kind of pervert, aren't you? How didn't I guess..." She throws an arm over her eyes. "I want you to make me feel good. Dummy."

Something intense and hot rolls over you as the words leave her mouth, and without another moment of hesitation you grab her leg, wrapping your fingers around one slim ankle and pulling it up so it bends. "Can you hold that there for me?"

Wide eyed and mouth agape, Jolyene reaches for her own leg to hold up, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

"What a good girl," you murmur, and Jolyne squeaks again; her fingers dig into the fat of her own leg, and she stares at you like she's hardly seen you before. There's something gratifying in that disbelief; proof that you're not the awkward thirteen-year-old you've feared she's always seen as you as. You're her equal, her soulmate, and you're both all grown up, now.

Some more than others.

You press your lips to her cunt and she moans, fingers scrabbling desperately to retain a hold of her leg. There's a soft dark thatch of hair that tickles just slightly as you shuffle down between her legs, using your fingers to spread her open. She's wet, and your mouth fills with saliva as you dive in, burying your head between her thighs. With her free hand, you hear her clap her fingers over her mouth to stifle the shriek she lets out at the contact.

The moment your tongue makes contact you know you're lost. Your eyes slide shut as your mouth works at her, feeling her hands slide into your hair and grip, hard, hard enough to remember that it's real. And that notion sends a whole new delirium rushing through you, until you feel literally high, drunk on Jolyne, your perfect girl and her perfect body. She tastes so good, practically addictive, and when her thighs tremble and squeeze around your head you think there would be no better way to die in the world.

She's saying something—choked, hoarse gasps of your name. You pop off her clit with a lingering suck, gazing up at her with a smile you can't quite remember to dial back. Jolyne's pupils are blown wide and dark, barely a ring of green surrounding them.

"It—it's so..." She squirms. "Please keep going."

"No worries on that front, angel," you murmur, sliding your hands under her thighs and pulling her even closer. "I'm gonna make you come for me, yeah?"

A hard shudder wracks her body. She never—it's so strange to hear such filth spill from your lips so easily. You're barely comparable to the friend she's known almost her whole life.

And yet—you are. This could be nobody but you. She doesn't know how she didn't see it before.

You dive back between her legs with unparalleled vigour, and Jolyne's head spins frantically. She's never felt anything like this. Romeo went down on her once in a blue moon, and before that had only been awkward teenage fumblings, sticky and awkward, never this—this worship. It's honestly the best word she can come up with for it. You look like if someone tried to pry you away from her right now you'd kill them without a thought.

The thought shouldn't make her shiver in pleased delight—and yet here we are.

Your tongue rolls over her clit, glides between her folds, presses in, and loops all over again until her hands are fisted in your hair and she's crying out against the muted blaring of the music.

"Fuck, fuck," she curses, blinking hard to try and stay focused. "Gonna come, I'm gonna c-come—"

"I got you," you moan against her, the vibrations sending a whole new set of jitters up her spine. "My girl, my good girl, c'mon, give it to me, I need it, fuck, I need you to come for me—"

Your lips latch onto her clit and suck once, harshly, and Jolyne comes so hard she feels her body separate from herself. Seeing stars has always felt like a dumb expression, but she swears white rockets across her vision, tears it open to perfect clarity. Her thighs clamp down on your head, hips rocking up against you as she shudders and moans through it, and all the while you keep your fingers on her, stroking slow and soft until she twitches from overstimulation. Her foot kicks out on instinct, catching on your shoulder.

She comes back to herself when she hears you wince. "Sorry," she says hoarsely. You just roll your eyes fondly and tap her ankle away.

You flop against her as she attempts to pick her breath back up. She can feel her own release dripping down her thighs and she looks at you, unexpectedly shy. It's surreal, but—but even as reality sets in cold as stone, she cannot quite bring herself to feel guilty.

You press a lazy kiss to the size of her bared breast, making her flinch in surprise. "Heh. You animal."

"Yeah," you agree readily, your voice hoarse with want. "For you, yeah."

Jolyne's eyes flutter. She doesn't quite know what to say to that, to any of this. Instead she swallows, looks around to try and get her surroundings. Your bedroom is intimately familiar—the dark walls, the posters, the fishtank and blinds and assortment of blue stringlights and lamps. Your room has always kinda felt like being inside an aquarium.

A lump settles in her throat. She's grown up here. You both had.

And though she knows she should get dressed and find her phone, although she knows she should call Romeo and try to cover up the hickies dotted haphazardly all over her throat, she can't quite bring herself to do it. Any of it. Because you'd made her feel more loved in twenty minutes than Romeo had in months.

So she curls back up next to you, jamming her head aginst your heart. She feels your breath hitch at the contact and squirms delightedly.

"J-Jolyne?" you say weakly.

"Shut up, dummy," she says as matter-of-factly as she can manage. "I wanna sleep."

"...Okay, angel." Your voice is soft, soothing. "Anything for you."

#🫀.scribes #jjba x reader #jjba smut #jolyne cujoh smut #jolyne cujoh x reader #jolyne x reader #jolyne smut #jojo smut #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure smut #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #stone ocean smut #stone ocean x reader #cujoh jolyne x reader #cujoh jolyne smut #kinktober 2023

133 notes · View notes

r-ex-mor3 · 1 year

Text

Anasui drabble(?) for the starving ❤️

(Going crazy over this man cause I know most of us are. Also, I’m one of the starving.)

Warning!: Beyond this point contains N-SFW content. Viewers Discretion is advised.

Sub!Anasui, Dom!Reader

(Gender isn’t specified but you’re Fem Bodied)

Anasui would whimper as your delicate fingers trace down his chest and slowly to his abdomen is.

He would melt to your touch like a candle. It felt like pure bliss for you to be teasing him ever so slightly..

(Please, please, PLEASE ride him till you’re both a sobbing mess he loves it so fucking much)

Saying sweet praises in his ear as you caress his body so gently while placing sloppy kisses all over him. His face, his neck, his chest. Everything that you can kiss (even his pretty cock <;3)

Anasui is 100% down for you to ride his face. He wants to be suffocated between your thighs. Don’t worry about him not being able to breath! That’s kind of the point. He’ll die just to eat your pussy out as you sit on top of him, using his mouth as much as you want to the point he won’t mind if you accidentally injure his jaw!

If you fuck him with your thighs, he would be a mess. He’ll be moaning loud. Like, really loud. He has those high pitched moans but not too high pitched. He would be gasping as he grasps on your outer thigh as you fuck your thighs on him. He can’t control himself at all.

-Please don’t copy/steal this, thank you!-

#jjba x reader #jjba #jjba smut #jjba x reader smut #anasui x reader #jjba anasui #anasui smut #anasui narciso #anasui x reader smut #He makes me feel things #HE’S SO FUCKING FINE OML #I can ride him any day #REX: works 📒

236 notes · View notes

soadiablo · 11 months

Text

my blue moon rivets in exits, forewarned customary spirits.

RULES.

i will write:

— male & gn reader (and trans! i am trans myself)

— top/dom/switch reader

— poly

— fluff, anything suggestive, possible smut, it doesnt have to be happy

probably more, just ask

i won't write:

— fem reader

— sub reader by itself

— full on fics

— dom characters

— pedophillia, r—pe, incest, abuse

— vomit and that kinda stuff

just not the gross stuff, yet again just ask at this point.

WHEN SENDING A ASK:

do give me something, nothing like "this character x reader" and like, no other context. it doesn't have to be lengthy, but i need a bit of a prompt and something to go off of. or just a scenario will work too

characters i write for:

I/ATSV:

peter b. parker, hobie brown, miguel o'hara, maybe the spot

MARVEL:

eddie brock & venom, marc spector, steven grant, tony stark, matt murdock, wade wilson, peter parker (all 3)

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE:

jonathan joestar, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashikata, jolyne kujo, dio brando, caesar zeppeli, jean-pierre polnareff, kakyoin noriaki, muhammad abdul, okuyasu nijimura, anasui narsico.

PEACEMAKER:

christopher smith, adrian chase.

EXTRA

if you're curious about what i write for or who, or just anything, make sure to ask me! i'm pretty friendly so...

by myself, by myself, by myself, by myself.

#rules

39 notes · View notes

jojosbizzarewife · 10 months

Text

Kink Headcanons - mommy/daddy + dom/sub

—————————————————————————

Has a mommy kink and is a dom

Joseph, Rohan, Mista, Jolyne, Jobin

Has a mommy kink and is a sub

Kakyoin, Okuyasu, Narancia, Anasui, Joshu

Has a daddy kink and is a dom

Dio, Jotaro, Kira, Trish, Prosciutto, Diego

Has a daddy kink and is a sub

Caesar, Polnareff, Bruno, Melone, Johnny, Norisuke

#jojo #jjba imagines #jojo imagines #jojo brainrot #jjba brainrot #part 1-9

11 notes · View notes

thedeepweb · 2 years

Text

anasui is a redditor and a 4channer (he reposts screenshots on reddit when he isn't busy browsing every political subreddit trying to strawman any arguments). proud atheist but is friends with trads. considers himself a philosopher. fiscally liberal politically conservative. had to stop himself from saying "kek" outloud at least once. goes to social gatherings to remain silent only to go back to his house and make a post complaining about normies. proud heterosexual, considers himself a sigma male but begrudgingly admits he'd be a beta for the right alpha woman. assimilationist, will complain about the feminist agenda when he sees a woman in a superheroe movie with short hair, despite being gnc. in spite of this, between close friends (other 4chan scum) he has an entire folder dedicated to how men have two dreams, die in war and die in the arms of a mommy dom goth gf. body language expert truther, will openly commit ad hominem and tell you your posture/gestures are not worth of respect. will get angry if you point out his beliefs and accuse you of ad hominem tho. considers cleaning and cooking femenine chores, lives in a biohazard. the clothes on his floor have dust. when he needs to clean he browses for a picture of a either a real or anime girl telling him to be a good boy and clean the house for his goddess. only way it works for him. chuckles when someone smiles with their mouth open because it's a sign of submission in primates. every time he sees jolyne he tries to show as much teeth as possible in hope she gets the signal. jolyne doesn't. she thinks she's weird and leaves to see her two girlfriends. anasui goes back home, slumps on his pink gamer chair and reshares a sigma male meme

#i can picture him so clearly. so so ahead of his time #user was banned for this post

43 notes · View notes

per1w1nklehaze · 10 months

Text

Rules:

NO MINORS ALLOWED

I only write for jjba but this will most likely expand later on

The characters i write for are Anasui Narciso, Giorno Giovanna, part 2 Joseph Joestar, part 4 Josuke Higashikata, Narancia Ghirga, Weather Report, and Jean Pierre Polnareff. Of course this will expand as I gain more experience so if you have a character that you really want i’ll try to write one but no guarantees.

I prioritize characters with less fanfics than others because some of us are starving out here 😔

I have a very busy life but I’ll try to post stuff as often as possible

If you don’t like what i make then just don’t read it

I only write smut but i’ll try fluff on very rare occasions

AGAIN NO MINORS ALLOWED

What I will write:

Spit kink, threesomes,dacryphillia, somnophillia, sex toys, pegging, bondage, size kink, marking kink, breeding kink, dom and/or sub fem reader, sensory deprivation, degradation or praise, corruption kink, voyeurism, breath play, most trops, and hair pulling.

What i won’t write:

rape, step-cest, all bodily fluids except for previously mentioned in will write, gun play, feet, anal stuff, physical harm except for previously mentioned in will write for, pet play, age play, any family stuff.

More things will be added to these lists as time goes on.

4 notes · View notes

c-nstellati-ns · 2 years

Text

YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED... — headcanons

> author's note — im fucking sick in the head and all i can think about it jojos so you have to deal with it with me or else.... stone ocean was so * moans * > word count — i don't give a rats ass > featuring — narciso anastasia, weather report, enrico pucci and jotaro kujo > cw — NSFW CONTENT, lots of fucking, mentions of BDSM and knifeplay, sacrilege

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

NARCISO ANASUI — 🌸👣 "I love you... I've been dying to come here for you..."

easily the one of the sluttiest men you've ever met, like ever.

anasui's always looking for the nicest lingerie to wear, even if he's not even going out- the silks are simply a second skin he's extremely comfortable with.

he doesn't care that when he bends over, his new white panties flash you in that unbearably short skirt he insisted on wearing out with you.

he enjoys seeing your face twist up in anger- and pleasure, when he sits down on your lap and lets your hands wander over his stockings.

anasui likes playing innocent with you, despite how obvious he makes it sometimes... batting those pretty pink lashes at you while pouting about you not paying enough attention to him when you're speaking with someone else.

despite how much money he likes to spend on his clothing and lingerie, he doesn't mind at all if you start clawing and tearing holes into his expensive designer stockings if you plan on fucking him like a wild animal later on.

anasui is BIG on rough, rough sex- slap him till his pale ass turns red, choke him till he's on the verge on passing out, pull his hair because oh god it hurts so good.

he's such a crybaby about it too, his eyes welling up in tears as he moans like a bitch in heat when you start pounding him from behind.

i imagine he's into BDSM and knifeplay as well... his biggest fantasy is him being a stalker of yours and you get sick of his obsessive freak behaviour and you teach him a lesson.

anasui came so hard that particular session that he blacked out for a brief moment in time and when he woke up, he was shaking like a leaf, but still begging for more despite it all.

he particularly loves it when you edge him till his cock is all flushed pink and he's trembling, gripping the sheets

he can be quite the brat when he wants to be, especially if he goes into his possessive fits, so you have to put him in his place.

leaving anasui tied up in that pretty light pink rope that he likes with a vibrating dildo up his ass and a nice cockring and vibrator strapped to it while he's blindfolded? that's guaranteed to get him to shape up for you.

there are also times where anasui has to beg you to fuck him, using any method necessary- its even to the point where he'd be willing to embarrass himself for just a taste of your cock down his throat.

its so cute seeing him clinging onto you while humping your thighs and letting out those pretty little moans in your ear to get you riled up.

WEATHER REPORT — ☁️💦 "I'm going to be the one to kill Pucci. And after I kill him, kill me. Understand?"

the throat goat.

seriously, i can't stress this enough- his head game goes crazy.

he might not talk much at all, but wes can sure work his mouth to make sure he pleases you.

doesn't matter where you guys are at, if you ask wes to suck you off, he'll find a nice private secluded place to get on his knees and give you the blowjob of your fucking life.

he's on the quieter side of things when it comes to sex, but he makes up for it with how sensitive he is. the lightest touch to one of the soft spots on his body is bound to get him flushed red.

wes is a little more vanilla compared to other people, but he simply enjoys having you stay close as you thrust deep into him, he swears he can feel you up in his throat.

he's not much of a teaser, but some things he says gets you extremely hard, especially if its unintentional. he'd pull you close and whisper in your ear as he gently gropes your thigh:

"you're so big, so strong. you could crush me with these muscles and i'd thank you. i'm so lucky to have you, darling."

the couple spicy things wes enjoys is sensory deprivation, especially if he can't see you. he loves the feeling of your hands roaming his body while he's handcuffed and his cock twitches whenever you press your hands onto his chest and he can't do anything but lay there and take it.

he fucking loves when you come close to his ear and start whispering all these dirty things that you'll do to him.

he might have a voice kink, because hearing you growl orders at him, it goes straight to his cock and he adores it. he encourages you to keep whispering in his ear, he loves your voice.

wes sometimes likes to call you while you're at work just so he can hear your voice, cock in hand, it's hard for him to keep his whimpers in when you finally notice what he's up to.

you will always indulge your baby, so you do let him finish, just to hear his gasping moans and light groans when he finally finishes all over the sheets.

but of course, touching himself while you aren't there isn't allowed :( wes knows this and absolutely anticipates when you come home to punish him. it's the one rule he really can't follow, poor baby. when you get home, he's already in bed, all naked and ready for you, baby blue eyes not maintaining eye contact as he says:

"'m sorry i couldn't wait for you... but i wanna make it up to you, right here, right now."

ENRICO PUCCI — 📀🕊 "In the name of God, I will smite you!"

DEFINITELY a repressed homophobic homosexual.

i mean, look at him... there's no way his libido isnt through the fucking roof despite the sworn celibacy promise he made.

when pucci met you, it was extremely difficult to get work done... all he could think about was how you would look like on top of him.

the first time you both had sex, the chaplain insisted that you only thighfucked him because it isn't sin if it doesn't go in, right? he thought splurging a bit would satisfy his lust but... it doesn't.

it's gone so far to the point where pucci has even bought himself some sex toys to test on himself, just so he could get you out of his mind.

he's definitely moaning out your name while he fucks himself with the dildo he got, but it can't satisfy him like you do... he wants so much more than this. he's embarrassed to admit, but he definitely has a rope of rosary bead themed anal beads somewhere in his collection.

pucci thinks he can handle you, but by god's name, he about passed out the moment your cock finally bottomed out in that pretty tight ass of his.

to think he was a virgin after all these years, despite how beautiful he was- it was delicious watching all that work be thrown into the trash as you hit his prostate over and over again and he simply can't control how loud he's being anymore.

101% into manhandling. pucci wants to feel you force him into a mating press or full nelson and absolutely ruin his cunt, over and over again.

he's a bit of a pillow princess as well, he just enjoys laying back and having you completely wreck his shit.

he prays to god every day for his forgiveness for how his lust has taken over his body and mind, but he just can't help the way he feels when you press up against him from behind, grabbing his hips roughly and grinding.

pucci simply becomes sex crazed because of all of this. he can't go more than two or three days without feeling your touch or else he'll go fucking insane.

its to the point where he's entirely willing to have you spread him in half over his podium in the church and struggle to keep his shaking legs up as he attempts for the fifth time to recite the highlighted verse in his bible.

but at this point, he can't read it with how he's drooling all over the pages and panting for you to go harder- faster, till he can't feel his legs anymore.

pucci's also into rough, rough sex... he loves examining the bruises and markings on his skin a day after just to see your palms permanently engraved onto his hips. he does get pretty loud so,,, gag time.

JOTARO KUJO —🐬⭐ "Gimme a break..."

our favourite dilf ever. god. he's so sexy.

jotaro is a little on the older side compared to you, but that doesn't change the fact that you want him CARNALLY. and romantically.

he's definitely the type of guy you would assume is more dominant in his relationships, but its quite the opposite behind closed doors.

jotaro only wants to be taken care of by you, whether that be you bring him breakfast in bed on a lazy saturday morning or when you trap him in a closet and eat him out then and there because you guys would rather be anywhere else.

he isn't as buff as he used to be when he was in egypt, so he's a little softer on the edges now, but you cannot give a single fuck because by god, those tits are going to be sucked one way or another.

jotaro's favourite thing is when you bite and suck at his inner thighs, it makes him lose his mind in a certain way that he can't place his finger on,,, it leaves him all flushed and shaking, clenching those thighs around your head and effectively crushing you.

ABSOLUTELY has a daddy kink, it goes both ways but god, when you lean in and bite his earlobe as you whisper in his ear:

"does that feel good, daddy? you're doing so good f'me, you can cum if you want."

it takes all his will to not cream his pants then and there because he wants to cum with you but also make you proud of him for holding out so long.

jotaro's probably also a pillow princess, because again, he wants to be taken care of. he loves the idea of just laying back and relaxing as you ravage the hell out of him. you have to make sure not to leave any visible hickeys behind to avoid any awkward situations but he wants you to leave as many as you can.

while he may be on the quieter side, i like to think, he's the type to tear up and cry silently in pure ecstasy. he can't handle how good he's feeling so he grips the sheets tight and silently sobs into the pillows as you grip and bruise his pretty hips.

i imagine jotaro's favourite position is having you face to face with him so he can kiss you while you fuck him through his orgasms. he's so affectionate and needy while in subspace, you gotta shower him in praise and love while you fuck his brains out, y'know?

he might have a bit of a breeding kink if i'm being honest- he's already a father, but the thought of getting knocked up from getting stuffed to the brim over and over again is enough get him going for rounds on end.

face sitting is a must. eating jotaro's ass is a daily task that must be done, no matter what. he's afraid of hurting you but that thought quickly gets thrown out the window when you start devouring him completely and he can do nothing but shake and beg for you to slow down a bit.

he loves grinding down onto your face and hearing all those lewd wet sounds, it only adds to the intensity and he fucking loves it. so much so, that he can barely focus on the throbbing cock in front of his face…

> NOW PLAYING — all i need, lloyd...

#achilles' thirsts ⭐#top male reader #seme male reader #sub jjba #jjba smut #top reader #sub character #x male reader #male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #narciso anasui #weather report #enrico pucci #jotaro kujo #jotaro part 6 #doing this for the f@gs out there

777 notes · View notes