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— JOTARO KUJO X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE
— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY
— SUMMARY: It's the middle of summer in a heat wave, and while you and Jotaro are trying to cool off, Jotaro seems to have other plans to raise the heat instead.
— WC: 3.0k
— WARNINGS: Temperature play, ice play, brat taming, ass slapping, fingering, edging, p in v penetration.
— A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic in quite a while. I've written fics before but it's been abt a year or so since I've written, so I hope it's not too bad! Thank you, hope you enjoy!
It's the middle of the summer in Japan─where it's hot and humid, the sun is blaring through the windows, and the sounds of tree frogs and crickets are relentless.
You and Jotaro lie in the bed, unmade, with your clothes strewn off to the side, laying skin to skin, with a few electric fans plugged into the walls of your bedroom–the only thing that seems to be keeping the both of you cool.
Normally, the air conditioning would be on, and you wouldn't have to be in this sweltering heat, but, the summers of Japan in the countryside are hot and brutal, which eventually decides to even break the air conditioning unit after staying on twenty-four-seven, wearing it's efforts thin.
Jotaro's fingers gently trace small circles on your sticky, sweaty back before he groans and turns from his side to lay on his back, breaking the miserable silence of just lying still under the unbearable heat.
"Fuck," He groans once more. "I wish we had a swimming pool out here, or we lived near the beach."
You can't help but let out a weak chuckle as you grab another ice pack from the cooler that's sitting beside your bed, and you toss it on top of the large, sweaty man who lies next to you.
"That's the fifth time you've said that Jotaro," You mumble, also taking an ice pack from the small cooler and placing it on top of your forehead in hopes of cooling you down.
Jotaro grumbles and sits up, taking the ice pack you handed him and he glides the cooling pack along his face and neck to help cool him down quicker.
"Didn't know you were keeping count."
You sigh, and you sit up. You look behind you, looking at the towels you laid down on the bed, and upon seeing your sweaty body imprint you groan at the sight, wondering just how much water you must've expelled from your body by now.
"Well, there's not much to talk about other than complain about how hot it is, so, I just wanted to see how many times you'd complain about not having a pool, so I've kept track."
Jotaro just chuckles and he rolls his eyes at your retort, too hot to even think of an answer to retort that. Instead, he continues to drag the ice pack across his skin, letting it move from his neck and down to his chest and over his abdomen.
Your eyes follow his movements unashamedly, and, out of the corner of his eye, Jotaro catches you staring.
He chuckles at your lack of shame, but he isn't even one to judge simply because he's been staring at your sticky, sweaty body for the majority of the time that you've both been nude.
"Care to tell me why you're staring?" He asks, his eyes now following yours.
Your eyes flick back to his facial features and you see a smug grin plastered onto his face, and instantly you feel heat rise to your face from being caught, but you're quick to retort.
"Like you're one to talk─You've been gawking at me the entire day."
Jotaro shakes his head and he rolls his eyes, finding your attitude almost chuckle-worthy.
It's his turn to look over at you now. His eyes wander over your sweaty figure, how your hair sticks to your skin, and how the sweat droplets glisten off of you in the afternoon sun, mainly paying attention to how pretty your breasts are covered in sweat, too.
He sees that you're looking at him in the same way he's admiring you, and he suddenly understands a certain thickness forming in the air alongside the persistent humidity. Slowly, he reaches over and runs a hand up and down your waist as you sit hunched over with your poor posture-his fingers teasing the curvature of your stomach-and presses his fingers against your skin.
You get the hint, and slowly he guides you with his hand, guiding you to sit on top of him. He gives you another smug grin meanwhile you give him a pout.
"Jotaro, aren't we only going to get hotter with this-"
Your question is interrupted by Jotaro's command. "Don't care. Come here." He taps your hip-a signal you know to hover over him-and in one hand, he takes his hardening cock, and pumps it a few times until he's fully erect, and slowly, he swipes his tip over your entrance to feel how wet you are, and when he decides it's good enough, he slips it inside of your hot, wet cunt, and immediately both of you let out a moan at the penetration.
Jotaro grabs your hips, and slowly, he pushes you down on his cock until your hips are flushed together.
You let out a whine at the dull sensation filling you up and making you go dizzy, loving how thick your boyfriend is, how you can feel him stretching your walls out, and how his fat tip sits perfectly on your g-spot.
God, he feels so good, you think to yourself, while your hands find a mind of their own and grab his thick quads to find purchase to start riding him, but Jotaro quickly grips your hips in protest.
"No, stay put. We'll get too hot, remember?" He smirks, using your own words against you, and you let out a frustrated groan.
"Please, Jotaro," You beg, which catches you by surprise, finding it funny how easily he already has you falling apart.
He seems to find this surprising too, as one of his dark eyebrows raises, and that smug grin of his reappears upon his lips.
"No, don't want you to move quite yet, sweetheart. Just stay still and... let me cool you down..." He says, his voice low as he grabs the ice pack that you left on the bed, and slowly, he brings the cold pack over your skin, gliding it, and watching water droplets form as he drags it across your body.
You watch with bated breath as Jotaro drags the ice along your skin. You swallow thickly, as your chest rises up and down, your eyes following his every move, and how your breath skips when the ice suddenly gets too cold when he moves the pack over your breasts and the peaks of your nipples.
Jotaro's eyes watch your chest rise up and down with interest, finding the way you react to the cold against such a sensitive part of your skin to be almost gratifying. He watches closely, and intently, seeing the water move across your skin almost as if it's mesmerizing, and how goosebumps rise across your skin from the sensitivity. He smirks at that and looks up at you.
"I see you're cooled down."
You huff, shaking your head, because it's quite the contrary, feeling as if your skin is on fire from how close Jotaro is─how his piercing green eyes look so intently at your breasts, and how good he feels buried deep inside of you. You swallow thickly and reach down, your hands gripping his thighs once more and digging your nails into his skin, hoping you'd return a stinging, hot sensation to him.
The hiss he lets out confirms it, and you flash him a smug grin back at him. Your hips then grind down onto him, moving in a circle, and Jotaro immediately lets out a groan and grips your hips tightly, digging his fingers into you.
"F-Fuck, stop that," He groans, halting his movements with the ice pack.
You watch as his eyes flutter from the pleasure of you moving your hips, how his Adam's Apple bobs, and how his mouth hangs open─you think he looks so good like this, so you let your eyes wander over his pretty facial features, and down his neck, looking at the droplets of sweat adorning his strong, scarred body-it's all such a good view, and it doesn't stop you from moving your hips, that is until Jotaro grips your hips harshly with his strong, calloused hands, causing you to come to a halt and your breath to hitch.
He's silent when he stops you except for the sound of his heavy breathing, which leaves your heart pounding a million miles a minute, wondering what he's gonna do next makes the atmosphere incredibly palpable.
He's silent for a minute more, leaving you anxious, and so, you start moving your hips again to gauge his reaction, but his grip on your hips only tightens and he lets out a huff. You raise an eyebrow at his refusal to acknowledge the silent situation, but, before you can blink, he quickly takes hold of you in both of his hands and flips you over so your face is pressed into the pillows.
You're breathless from how fast the movement is, unable to comprehend the situation fully, you can't even give Jotaro a remark before his rough hands grab hold of you once more to position you with rough grunts; where he grips your hips tightly pushing your ass into the air, and pushing on your back till it curves, and then he grips your thighs and pulls them apart as if he were tearing open a tightly sealed package.
Your eyes are wide with how rough he's handling you, so you grip the bedsheets tightly as if your life depended on it. You swallow thickly, knowing that it was your refusal to stay still that caused all of this.
"J-Jotaro..." Your voice is weak from the newfound tightness in your throat, as well as the fact that your face is pushed into the pillows in front of you. With this, you're practically begging to be recognized with the fact that you're sorry, but, you can hear Jotaro huff with frustration from behind you, making it seem as if he isn't too keen on forgiving you.
"I told you to be still..." He mutters, and you can feel one of his rough hands grip the globes of your ass-cheeks-pulling you slowly apart─and his calloused thumb swipes gently over your poor, weeping hole which reluctantly pulls a soft whine out of you.
His thumb trails down and, as if he were pondering about something, he slowly swipes his thumb over the soft folds of your cunt, making you let out another reluctant whine. You turn your head back to look back at Jotaro to ask for forgiveness, but a quick slap on your ass that has you lurching forward and letting out a quick yelp tells you that he was already reading your mind.
"Won't take an apology, sorry," He says bluntly, and he grins from knowing that he's probably making you annoyed.
You huff, begging to differ, but once you feel a large finger push forward inside of you, it's as if you've felt all of your complaints wash away in a matter of seconds. Your body leans back into his touch, and Jotaro is amused at how easily you lean back into him.
He groans and smiles at how good you look like this, and slowly he begins to curl that finger inside of you, making that motion over and over again, which makes you grip the covers of the bed needily.
"You gonna be good now, now that your wet little hole is weeping from my fingers?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly finding your easy submission quite amusing.
You nod slowly, and you push back on his fingers as if you'd like them to go deeper, but Jotaro grips your hips tightly once more and with his free hand, he slaps your ass again, shaking his head.
"Seems like you're not gonna be still, so I'll just take my time here," He mutters, and he reaches down with his other hand and pinches your clit, sending a warning to you, which has you let out a frustrated whine.
"Jesus, Jotaro... I'll be still for fuck's sake," You murmur into the pillows, your head feeling a little shaken from Jotaro pinching your clit.
A smug smirk appears on his face, and then slowly, when his fingers start to move again, his face returns to its stoic expression as he watches his finger curl into you before adding another one which makes you moan, and you grip the bedsheets once more.
Once he's satisfied with your moans, he slowly then brings his other hand down and begins to gently rub your clit with his thumb, making you let out another moan.
You feel as if you're in heaven from the way his fingers feel, just enjoying how they make you feel so full and how they curl to hit that spongey spot inside of you every single time. Your head feels so full of bliss as you revel in the feeling of his fingers, knowing that if he kept going, you'd feel close to climbing your climax soon.
In the meantime, Jotaro is watching you intently. He watches the way your body reacts, his eyes watch your pretty cunt clench around him, and how your legs tremble whenever his fingers curl into that spot so deliciously-needless to say, he's focused on you, hoping to see when you're close.
Of course, however, you're giving him everything he wants, with your legs trembling from how good his rough thumb feels on your clit, drawing small, slow circles, you feel the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your stomach, making you moan louder than were you before, and your breath becomes heavy as a result.
At that moment, Jotaro decides in a split second and quickly removes his fingers from you, and instantly your eyes pop open and look back at him in anger as you lose focus on your incoming orgasm.
"W-What the hell?! I-I was being still!" You retort with eyebrows furrowed, and piercing eyes like daggers as you stare at Jotaro, feeling as if you've lost all of that pleasure at once.
He gives you a smug smirk in response and he leans down, his dark curly bangs falling in front of his face and he nips at your neck.
"I know... just felt so good to get you back," He says, and the smug smirk on his face is practically audible as he leans down to press his soft lips along your skin, and as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you let out a soft sigh as you feel his warm breath dance along there anyway, just wanting to feel him again.
"Now..." He grunts and sits back up and lifts your ass by gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him again. You let out a surprised yelp at that and he spreads your ass cheeks again, before reaching down to grip his cock. He groans as he slowly begins to tease the tip on your entrance, and as much as you're tempted to push yourself on it, you refrain from doing so because you know he'd only tease you about it.
Jotaro sees this remarkable effort you're making and he grins and lets out a low chuckle, finding your sudden obedience very entertaining.
"There we go... did the heat finally get to that little brain of yours?" He asks, and you huff and roll your eyes at his remark.
"Shut up and just fuck me, Jotaro," You murmur, not finding his teasing amusing at all, and you grip the pillows in front of you for support.
Another grin tugs at Jotaro's lips when you fire back that retort, and he sighs and slaps your ass one more time for good measure which makes you squeak before he slowly pushes himself in. He groans as he slowly moves inside of you, and your mouth drops open when you feel that familiar stretch.
Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, making you instantly let out soft moans from how good he feels─his thick girth slowly opening you up more than you already were from his fingers. Eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers slowly grip the sheets as you feel the over-encompassing heat swell up within your body, feeling as if the heat wave is starting to finally get to you. Clearly, it seems to be getting to Jotaro too as you hear him groaning, and breathing deeply as he picks up his pace, his hands moving to grip your ass tighter so they wouldn't slip from the amount of sweat the two of you have accumulated over the past twenty minutes or so, inhaling and exhaling each other's heat.
The heat passing between the two of you is almost more than you can bare as your breath picks up with Jotaro's quick pace─his thick cock hits that delicious spot inside of you earning him moans and shaky legs, and the sticky, wet sound only increases in volume as Jotaro keeps chasing that heat, wanting to finish as his cock twitches inside of you.
You can only moan at this point, feeling so dizzy and hot as you can only take Jotaro's cock as his quick pace suddenly turns more punishing. You whine, feeling your body tighten and your legs shake and jolt from getting so close to your orgasm.
"C-Close..." You murmur, letting your head fall forward, letting the heat build up inside of you until it's close to coming to that breaking point. Jotaro can only groan in response to your murmur, knowing he's close too.
Finally, with a few more thrusts, Jotaro lets out a groan and he grabs your hips tightly, you let out a long moan as your legs shake and that hot blaze inside of you finally bursts free as you finish.
Jotaro finishes and pulls out of you, groaning as he cums on your ass, watching the white, sticky warmth flow down your ass cheeks. He huffs as he watches, trying to catch his breath, and his eyes drift down to you to see you falling limp against the mattress. He chuckles.
"Looks like the heat waves finally got to us, hmm?" Jotaro remarks, and he sighs as he watches your whole body finally go limp against the bed, he slowly lowers himself next to you with a smug expression written all over his face when you turn to look at him.
You just groan and roll your eyes, letting your breath calm down as your mind is swimming with bliss, trying even to comprehend his words.
"Yeah, yeah... still would've been better if we had a pool."
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JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE
PART Ø : STAND FREE
(but let's call the AU 'Standverse')
Transcript:
The universe has been reset! Twice, in fact.
On the flipside, a strange nonsensical purgatory made out of past places and memories, awaken the Stands - now equipped with an independence and self-autonomy that most of them are not used to.
The ones whose emotions, goals and spirits they embody; their Users - are curiously nowhere to be found.
The Stands awaken at the same time, no matter whether they've died before the Separation or not. Every version of every Stand (from parts 1-6 that is).
Each Stand sees their User differently - some with undying loyalty, some with dismay and others with a mix of both.
But most settle on one thing - that they need to bring their Users back and return the universe to how it was. So, some set out on a crusade, while others begin cultivating a plan.
And thus we explore the existential horror of being a Stand!
....... this AU is very silly but just uhh-- bear with me- let me cook-
#jjba#jjba au#jjba stands#stands#jojos bizarre adventure#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba fanfic#jjba fanart#stone free#star platinum#crazy diamond#gold experience#gold experience requiem#standverse#jojo no kimyou na bouken#au#alternative universe#art#arrt#this is so silly#but also has been on my brain for the past several months#so strap the fuck in
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JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating
NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+
Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader
Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)
Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3
Jotaro Kujo
Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.
What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.
Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.
But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.
And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.
He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.
You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.
“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.
Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair.
The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.
He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth.
You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.
His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly.
“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.
Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.
The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit.
He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body.
It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.
He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.
His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs.
It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips.
He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers.
His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more.
It has no use stopping now.
Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust.
He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand.
He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him.
His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.
Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.
He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face.
His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours.
Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips.
He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you.
A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs.
He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.
A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done.
His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand.
Bruno Bucciaratti
It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before.
Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.
You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job.
It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that.
He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face.
And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait.
His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette.
Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body.
He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself.
When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed.
He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.
The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts.
Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy.
The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable.
“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you.
He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.
You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.
You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid.
You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze.
He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers.
The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot.
Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.
“Sorry did I-“
“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.
The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever.
He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway.
Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.
A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind.
His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him.
He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead.
He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand.
His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock.
The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.
He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.
Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head.
He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist.
A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.
His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic.
Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you.
Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white.
His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.
This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table.
Josuke Higashikata
Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?
It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually.
Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination.
You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.
It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.
Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.
Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.
You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away.
Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks.
His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock.
What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night.
You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.
Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever.
But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light.
Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him.
He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch.
What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan.
His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass.
A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face.
He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit.
Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy.
He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself.
He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand.
Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.
He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.
He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high.
Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show.
Rohan Kishibe
Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.
He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does.
You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.
You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.
Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction.
Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours.
“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so.
Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent.
“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat.
He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t.
The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day.
He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.
Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest.
Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.
It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers.
Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.
Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock.
His mind is somewhere entirely else.
He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice.
He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length.
Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.
“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.
He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock.
“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.
He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand.
He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.
A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.
“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained.
A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”
He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white.
He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.
Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made.
Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now.
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.
It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress.
And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?
You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.
After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.
And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.
He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself.
Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again.
It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.
He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly.
The little insect reels through the air, heading for you.
You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.
It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.
You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.
And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again.
He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun.
Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening.
This is harmless. This is okay.
But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts.
He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.
Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.
His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds.
His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.
Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock.
His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.
His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier.
He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers.
Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.
He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you.
He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied.
Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you.
With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.
He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.
Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.
He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand.
Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things.
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— jjba: showering with Jotaro Kujo
characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 6), gender neutral reader
rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.
Imagine…
…Jotaro Kujo joining you in the shower
He leans closer to your face. The hot water falls against him, slicking his hair back and clinging to his eyelashes somehow making him even more stunning.
He catches your wrists and you feel your heart flutter. His biceps contract as he moves your wrists above your head, pinning them against the tiled wall.
Externally, he’s in control. He’s cool and composed.
Internally, he feels like he does before a stand battle. His heartbeat pounding, the rush of adrenaline, the surge of power.
Even Star Platinum’s primal urges are rumbling deep inside him
…But he keeps it at bay.
“Tell me what you want…”
He moves his hips forward, his now hard cock getting achingly close to you,
“And I’ll give it to you.”
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peed agon
Peed agon
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𝙟𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 + 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
summary: hc of jotaro from each part! some general, some romantic
notes: i genuinely cannot stop thinking about jotaro kujo its kinda ruining my life rn (no its not) my requests are open!! feel free to send them in <3
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 3:
he adores playing cards with the crusaders
for no reason at all he just loves cards
if your with them, he’ll definitely underestimate you especially if you’re a woman its the 80s come on
the most romantic interaction with jotaro in part 3 is standing closer to you
he will NOT try initiate anything
he’s a 17 year old who has too high of a pride
hates pda with a passion
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 4:
this jotaro does not want to be in morioh for longer than he has to
hes trying to write a thesis and stop a serial killer he is not happy
he definitely goes to moriohs beach like every other day
part 4 jotaro is alot more affectionate
he still HATES pda with a passion though
i feel like he sleeps like a plank
hes definitely a very light sleeper as well
he adores when you cuddle up to him in bed for his warmth
loves the days where you two can just lounge about in the hotel room
since you’re his wife/husband, he’s super protective of you. making sure he can always see that you’re okay
he just loves you so much he can’t show you sometimes
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 6:
you are worried SHITLESS about him the whole time hes unconscious if yous two are still married
being jolynes other parent, you obviously went to find her once you heard of her escape
meeting jotaro there was a plus
if he was protective before, it’s tripled now
he loves you and jolyne so much he’d die to keep you two safe
he’s also the stereotypical dad
listens to nickelback, watches the football when hes free
all that jazz
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4&13 not sfw prompts for our baby josuke?? i honestly relate with you, josuke is just miam we love him <33 ty !!
a/n: yall really like to kill me, also this was very fem at first but it turned gendered netural so all my homies can enjoy this. also I wrote this in a normal writing format no hc/bullet point format so, tell me how I did.
warnings: not sfw, hinted at sex, hand over mouth, foreplay, hinted at voyeurism/forced masturbastion
prompt(s): 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” + 13) “Touch yourself for me.”
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
nothing can explain how this started. one second you and josuke were playing playing video games. the next you two were mouths on mouths, hands on skin. nimble fingers tugging, pulling, sliding oh so down
it took until you started tugging at his jacket for josuke to pull away from you whining.
“what? you’re no fun” his lip pouting.
at this point you were in his lap, hands wrapped about your waist “josuke, please. too many layers”
he laughs before he started pulling off his jacket and white shirt leaving himself in his yellow undershirt
“seee there” he teases before pulling you over and tugged on your clothes. “now, it’s your turn”
he tugged you in to kiss you. his hands went to your shirt and pulled it off then they went down to your waistband. your hand stopped him.
“hey,” he soothes, his hand shooting up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry did I take to far?”
“no you just shocked me” his eyes looked for anything in yours. he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Are you sure?"
“yes, josuke”
That’s when he put a hand behind your head, the other on the small of your back, and turned you over and on to the ground. “good”
kissing your neck as he shimmied whatever you were wearing down your legs. he smiled against your neck hearing you mewl.
his hand palmed your most sensitive area making a moan rip through you. “hey, hey”
he putting his hand over your mouth. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
right his mom was in one of the next rooms. she could all the expletives her son and his partner were doing at this very moment if she was close by. you nod as he moves his hand away from your mouth.
his hand currently on your underwear moved to removed them as he gawked in the most lowkey way possible.
“wow,” he breathed as he flicked his eyes to yours from above. “it’s like the first time all over again”
he chuckled seeing you try to curl up into yourself and to cover your face. his hands going to stop you. “hey, why are you embarrassed?”
you didn’t answer, he knew why. he liked seeing the effect he has on you by the saying things like that. things that will have you bothered in more ways than one.
“you’re embarrassing. you know that”
“oh, so I’m embarrassing” his hand started gripping one of yours that was going to cover your face, then he started dragging it down. way down. “okay then, touch yourself for me.”
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— ☆ WAKING UP WITH THEM !
characters included; jonathan, joseph, jotaro & josuke
notes; rewrite from my old acc ! kinda fond of it tbh
taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !
JONATHAN JOESTAR
It’s no surprise that Jonathan would be the best and most caring husband ever. Every morning, whenever he’s not at work, he’d try to make your day as comfortable as possible.
Every morning, you’d wake up with an empty bed — with no one except you. You’d frown upon realising that Jonathan wasn’t with you anymore. However, on other days, you’d wake up to one side of the bed being perfectly made. Then, the smell of your favourite food would fill your senses.
Moments later, Jonathan would be in your doorway with a tray filled with your favourite breakfast.
He’d greet you with a big smile and would sit beside you as he feeds you the meal he cooked.
JOSEPH JOESTAR
Joseph would definitely be a heavy sleeper and would have all of his limbs tangled up with yours. He likes to keep an arm around your body at night but when you both would wake up in the morning, all of your limbs would be tangled up.
You’d be the first to wake up and on your side would be the slumbering figure of Joseph.
However, as you tried to move away from his grasp, he’d also begin to stir and eventually wake up as well.
He’d greet you with a huge smile and would pepper you with kisses all over.
JOTARO KUJO
He’d be the lightest sleeper ever. Any small movement of sorts would get him to wake up.
Moreover, he’s an early bird. He’d be up at around 6 in the morning and would leave you for his work. Before leaving, though, he’d leave a small kiss on your forehead even though he knows you’re still fast asleep.
Occasionally, whenever his job isn’t occupying his schedule, he’d be beside you and wouldn’t leave you alone.
You’d wake up to the sight of Jotaro sitting beside you on your bed and you’d be delighted due to him being with you.
You’d greet him with a smile and he’d reciprocate the action.
Your entire day would be spent with him — making up for the time you both lost.
JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA
It’s rare for you and Josuke to be sleeping with one another due to your parents however, on some occasions, you and Josuke are both found in his or your houses.
You both would go to bed really late and would wake up late too. Like his dad, he’d also have his limbs tangled with you: he’d be on his side with his arm wrapped around your abdomen. Sometimes, his face would also be resting on your chest.
He’d be the first to wake up and would lightly greet you with a ‘morning’ and a kiss to your cheek.
If you’re to leave the bed, his grip on your body would tighten and would ask you to spend more time with him.
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𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨
𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
summary: jotaro almost dies. you aren’t happy
notes: this is so short but i wanted to write jotaro bc i love him sm
you sat at the edge of your bed in the morioh grand hotel. your husband, jotaro, had just had a fight against kira, and it didn’t look too good. kira had gotten away and without josukes crazy diamond? well, jotaro might’ve died without him.
you began to hear rustling behind you, jotaro began to groan into his sleep before slowly opening his eyes, taking a few seconds to adjust to the bright suns rays. you turned to look at him. once his eyes caught yours you felt a wave of anger wash over you. how could he have been so stupid?!
“that was stupid.” you spat, he let out a soft sigh before sitting up on the bed, moving the duvet that was positioned around his waist and legs. “(name), i-“ “no!” you cut him off. “you almost died, jotaro! died!” you sat up, the anger inside of you begging your muscles to just move
he only let out another sigh, he had no intention to fight you on this. you were right. you were always right. he had made a mistake and now he had to deal with the consequences. you scoffed at that, he was just taking it. part of you wanted him to fight back, hell- to scream at you. but he didn’t
“…what would i do if you had died?” you spoke up, breaking the few seconds of silence that almost made you want to die they were that excruciating. he looked up to you, his eyes widened for a mere second. you would’ve missed it if you weren’t already looking.
“(name)…” he spoke, you had rendered him speechless. what was he supposed to say to that? he moved the blanket that was around him, moving his legs to the side of the bed and standing up, making his way towards you. he then placed one of his arms around your shoulders, taking you in a warm embrace
“i’m sorry” was all he said, you felt your breath hitch as you fought back the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes. you wrapped your arms around him, the two of you holding onto eachother
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Kintober Day Six: Dubcon- Kars x AFAB!Reader.
CW: Dubcon (fear tactics and power imbalance), kars x AFAB! Reader, degradation, piv (unprotected), fingering, slapping, cream pie (don’t be stupid), breeder!kars
18+ MDNI !!!
You had heard rumors of three gods running around and stealing women from your village circulating. While they called themselves gods they were anything but that, your mother referred to them as devils. They were fearsome, those who had run into them never came back into town the same, frozen in terror from the battle for their lives, never to speak again. Everyone was frightened, terrified of what they would do to their mothers, sister and daughters. And even more terrified of what they’d do to the men who’d try to stop those evil gods from taking them away.
It was an unspoken rule in most households that people would return home before it was too late, or else be met with the same fate as all the other missing persons. You weren’t afraid, you almost laughed at the idea of these “gods” or “devils” existence. You chopped it up to a few parents trying to scare their children into going to bed on time. However this couldn’t be anything but wrong.
You went out one night with a few friends, sneaking out late to go dancing at a small bar in the corner of town near the villages entrance. You had realized you had gotten far too tipsy and decided to walk home alone, that way the rest of the group could have their own fun. You stumbled around, the nights air still hot from the summers heat. You walked up to the cobblestone wall that was the entrance of the village and leaned against it looking out towards the nearby forest. You exhaled amusingly, rolling your eyes at the thought of a few men running around without any clothes on and stealing girls and men to eat- or “worse”.
“Sure, cause why not?” You laughed to yourself. You had enough courage- or stupidity- to walk over to the small forest, ditching the idea of going home. You didn’t really care about getting home, besides, you needed to clear your mind.
You felt the leaves crunching under your footsteps, moonlight seeping through the gaps of branches in the trees. You looked up at it, it was a beautiful, clear night! You couldn’t help yourself but to venture further in and get an even deeper appreciation for the forest everyone refused to go into.
“What a bunch of pussies,” you snickered, kicking a small rock along the side of a short stream. You followed the stream up until you accidentally kicked the rock into the water. You groaned, then looked around for a log to turn over and maybe sit and meditate at for a while.
As you kept looking around the area, you noticed a small house in the middle of the forest. You were intrigued, remembering how there was an old couple rumored to have lived there before they had been eaten or killed- whichever came first.
You walked up the small stone path that led to the house, sure that it must’ve been abondoned years ago to look this awful. As you approached the broken door you heard some rustling in the trees above. You froze, thoughts of the gods flooding your mind.
“No… t-they’re not real. They can’t be.” You told yourself.
“Who isn’t real, tell me mortal?” Came a gravely voice from behind your ear. You froze, staring at the door in front of you with worry. You closed your eyes, hoping you would wake up from whatever drunken dream you had found yourself in.
You felt a large hand wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look over your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut tight.
“Open your eyes, small one. Show some respect.” His voice reverberated in the woods and your legs felt weak, shaking underneath you in fear.
You slowly opened your eyes, looking in the face of the large man behind you. His eyes were a piercing red, illuminated by the full moon. He had large, bulging muscles, with his hair wrapped in a sort of black headdress, a dark curl draped over his forehead. You let out a gasp, the man smirked.
“Y-You’re…” Your eyes started to well with tears, heart beating a million miles an hour.
“You’re shaking.” He said. grabbing your jaw harsher and turning you around to face him. You fell down on your ass hard, you let out a grunt as you hit the ground. “Tell me why you’ve come out here so late. Don’t your people know not to go looking for trouble by now? Or do I have to make an example out of you?” He grumbled, lowering down to your level, his face inches away from yours.
“I…” You breathed out, the most you could muster.
“Speak when spoken to!” He barked, teeth almost bared.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know… honestly.” You felt tears fall down your cheeks and you couldn’t stop them from flowing, fear confusing you entirely. “Please… please just don’t eat me.” The reality of your mortality being at stake was thrown in your face as he pushed your head back into the grassy dirt.
“Eat you? Now why would I do that?”
“B-Because you’re the devil,” you sniffed. He smirked, teeth flashing at you. He ducked down to your face, you could feel his breath against your skin. His tongue came out of his lips and caressed your cheek, tasting your salty tears.
“On second thoughts, maybe I should. You taste sweet.” He laughed as he watched you squirm underneath him, for some reason you were getting turned on.
“Make no mistake, human. I am no mere devil, I am a god. I am a pillarman. I am Kars. Your kind was able to seal me away and wake me up. My kind is far beyond your time and even father beyond your comprehension.” His hand was placed on your thigh, it hiked itself up slowly.
“With time comes the need for growth. And because of my peoples erasure, there are no pillarwomen to reproduce with. My brothers and I have been able to a capture a few of your women, yet they couldn’t handle what we gave them.” Kars’ hand was under your long skirt now, your thigh quivering under his touch.
“We couldn’t have just let them go, we have an image to maintain- soon to be humanity’s most perfect beings.”
“W-What happened to them?” You asked through tears. He chuckled.
“You’re soon to find out.” His hand shot up, ripping your panties off of you and rubbing a circle along your engorged clit. You let out a whimper, he quickly covered your mouth.
“Quiet. My brothers are inside that building you’ve found. Do you want them to come out here and do this to you as well?” He asked, eyes staring daggers into you. You shook your head viciously. “That’s what I thought.” He picked you up bridal style and brought you further into the woods. You felt terrified, unsure of your fate. Yet entirely aroused due to his gorgeous being and opulent touches.
Kars set you down on the ground, in a small patch of flowers. He looked at you with a smirk.
“How pretty.” He said softly, licking your cheeks for more of your delicious tears. “The women from your village had almost died in fear the moment we set eyes on them. You however are different. Maybe you can handle the strength of a pillarman. Maybe you’ll be a perfect specimen to bare our children.” Your blood ran cold.
His hand attacked your clit again, flicking your bud with little to no effort while you panted heavily, moans escaping your lips. His fingers slowly dipped down, prodding your hole before his thick didgets thrusted into you.
“AH!” You threw your head back, your back arching deeply as you lightly pushed your hips down on his hand.
“I guess I was right, mortal. You are a perfect specimen. Nice and tight… warm… wet…” he trailed off as he pumped his fingers inside of you, feeling your velvety walls clamp down in bliss as if you were real estate. “I’d bet you’re fertile, nobody could possibly be this wet already.”
“P-Please… Kars, don’t get me pregnant,” you felt so embarrassed saying that, tears forming out of embarrassment now.
“Shut up, human!” He snapped, slapping your clit. You yipped, pleasure and pain surrounding you entirely as his hand retracted from your pussy. “I could always just eat you instead, would you rather that?” He asked with a smirk on his face.
“No! P-Please don’t my god…” you cried. Kars let out a booming laugh, going back to rubbing your clit.
“How amusing…” He sighed humorously. Kars sat up tearing your clothes off of you and your nipples hardened in the air. You shuddered, the air that once felt warm now feels cold after the night had gotten longer. “Cold, are we?” He asked. You nodded.
Kars had taken off his headdress, a giant mass of curly hair came falling beautifully down his shoulders and muscular back. You could see his horn even better now. His hair created almost a wall around you, keeping your body warmth in that area. He adjusted his loin cloth and you looked down. His cock sprang out and hit his chiseled abs. You looked at its menacing menacing girth with fear and put a hand on his abdomen trying to push him away.
“You’ve been so good, don’t ruin it, mortal.” Kars sighed with disappointment. He flashed his teeth at you and out of fear you withdrew your hand. “Oh, look at that? You can listen.” he hummed.
He grabbed the base of his thick cock and ran it along your folds, eliciting a mewl out of you. Kars smirked, then thrusted into you with an incomparable force. You let out a scream, feeling his length pummel into you with a blissfully agonizing stretch.
“What a nice cocksleeve you are. In all my years i’ve never had a pussy this tight.“ He parted you almost violently.
He set the pace hard and fast, opening you up with his rod. Kars pounded you, watching how you bobbed up and down on his length, shifting under the grassy flowers with each thrust. He grabbed your hips with such force you were sure his fingertips could’ve bruised you. He held you in place while he drilled you, your eyes had rolled back and you gripped the dewy grass underneath you for stability.
Your moans filled the air and your walls fluttered around him, your slick painting his length as the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled your ears. You felt a pool of drool slip past the corner of your mouth as you whimpered underneath his giant frame. Kars down at your face and smiled wide.
“Oohhh, that’s nice… how wicked. Enjoying how i’m taking you in these woods, mortal? I knew you had it in you…” Kars smiled.
His lips crashed into yours and his tongue parted your lips hungrily. He tasted your spit, coating his tongue in the drool you had. His strong tongue felt heavenly against yours and you suddenly felt an intense hunger for it. You lifted your head up and tangled your tongue with his, occasionally choking on the mixed saliva as your breaths became shallower and your moans became more frequent.
His tongue made love to yours while his cock pummels you til your hilt with all the sexual frustration of 2000 years had built up inside of him.
“Such a good whore, all i had to do was discipline you a little and already you’re far more obedient than the ones that came before you. In fact, I think you’re starting to like this.” Kars’ hips snapped against your even harder, although sloppier. You had a feeling he was going to cum.
“Haah-“ You moaned, before he shoved his tongue back into your mouth, swirling with yours. He withdrew it again, a string of saliva keeping you two together.
“Such a perfect hole… Well worth the wait. After all this fucking you still can barely take me, quite the feat if you ask me.” He purred, sucking a part of your neck into his mouth.
You were seeing stars as he trusted deep into you, cumming around his thick cock and strangling his length. Kars grunted, fucking you even harder through your orgasm until he was letting his own moans slip through his lips and spill his huge load of hot cum deep into your abused pussy.
Both of your bodies were covered in sweat when he picked your naked form up in his arms. He plunged a finger inside of you to keep his seed in as he started to bring you towards the house.
“I quite like you mortal, I’ll keep you as my own. I’ll have to fight Ecidici and Wamuu to keep them off of you. Those fools would probably ruin you, they have no clue how to take care of their things.” He looked down at you, watching you shake under his gaze.
“Don’t be fooled, this doesn’t mean you’ll be getting away free. You’ll be my new fucktoy, with only the purpose of taking my cock and baring me new heirs. We’ll have to do this every day, over and over until you get all swollen with my children. And even then, you’ll probably still be irresistible.”
AN: still catching up my bad guys lol.
tag list: @fuckmachine42069 @pasdasin @alien-girl-violet
(Next) Day seven: Stuck in a wall- obito x reader
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Sbr dick hc + how they fuck!
F! Reader implied!!
Johnny Joestar
Dick: Johnnys Dick is cute just like him, It’s about 5.5 at most. thickness isn’t too wide but not too small either. It’s just right. It may hurt going in for a second but it all is good after that. He’s circumcised and his tip is pink/redish depending on what’s happening. His pubes are like a pillow around the base of his cock. They curl in some places and in others they swoop, obviously they’re dirty blonde<3
How he fucks: He is gentle but he can get a little lazy. Obviously you’d have to ride him for the most part but if he could he’d through you on the ground and show you how much he wants you. When you ride he grabs your hips and slams you down, not in a rough way but in a loving passionate way. He always makes sure you’re ready before he does anything, he fingers you while licking your clit and when he finds your sweet spot he’ll attack it until you cum in on his hand. He’s not very vocal instead he makes a series of grunts and whimpers. Maybe once he’ll say your name. His favorite places to cum are inside of you, on your boobs, in your mouth or on your face
Gyro Zeppeli
Dick: 5.9 damn near 6. Uncircumcised and it’s extremely sensitive at the shaft. His cock is thick, like thick thick. You have to use two hands to wrap around him. His pubes go all over the place. They are never shaven but he will occasionally trim them just a bit. He will definitely hurt going in.
How he fucks: He’s passionate but playful, he’ll try anything once. His favorite position is reverse cowgirl. He loves see your ass ripple as you slam yourself down onto his cock. He’s very vocal, he tells you how he wants it and he doesn’t give a damn. Since he’s so big he has to prep both of you, using lube wont help the whole process. 69 is how he gets you both ready at the same time. While he’s fucking you he makes sure to ask you if you’re enjoying yourself. His favorite places to cum are on your face, on your chest or on your ass/lower back
Diego Brando
Dick: 5.3 he’s short so… his dick has a small vein on the underside and if you lick/touch it, wooowee you’re in for a treat afterwards. His isn’t particularly thick either, it’s more thin than anything, doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good though. He’s uncircumcised, his pubes are almost always shaven, if not shaven then trimmed to the base. He hates hair.
How he fucks: Hes not rough but he’s not loving either. You’re not his lover so it’s understandable why he wouldn’t be so caring and careful. He does his thing and then leaves essentially. His favorite position is doggy style or anything from the back so he can pretend your anyone he wants. Sucks I know. He pounds into you while saying how filthy you are to be doing this, you’re a slut, a dumb bitch, a needy whore who only wants his cum and nothing else. His favorite places to cum is on your back or stomach. Maybe your face if you’re lucky.
Funny Valentine
Dick: 6.2, he’s a tall man so it’s just obvious. His cock is thick. It will definitely hurt you when going in. He doesn’t feel bad about it though sometimes he will apologize afterwards, which is reassuring. His tip is his most sensitive spot. He’s circumcised so his cock is nice and clean looking. His pubes swoop, they don’t curl. They’re a dirty blonde with a hint of lighter blonde in them.
How he fucks: He loves role playing scenarios ex. You being his secretary and having a quicky, meeting at a restaurant and end up hooking up. Sometimes he’ll be passionate, but sometimes he just wants to bend you over his desk and fuck you until you milk him dry. He loves holding your hands down and just pounding you. As for the passionate part, he loves just having the blanket over you two while he’s on top of you, whispering how much he wants you and how he wants you to bear his child, maybe even some sensual stuff in the shower too… I’m gonna eventually make a fanfic on this<3 his favorite places to cum are inside of you, in your mouth or on your face. Oh yeah he has a serious breeding kink<3
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Standverse Act 1: FAMILY REUNION
Here we see the Stands reuniting in the wild and slowly coming to terms with the absurdity of "free will"
Standverse AU
#jjba#jjba au#jjba fanart#stone free#star platinum#standverse#crazy diamond#stone ocean#diamond is unbreakable#jojos bizarre adventure#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba fanfic#au#art#arrt#standverse au
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My fan character Sunrise Valentine, daughter of the President of the USA, and Gyro Zeppeli 🤧 I hope you like it.
Sunrise is 12 y/o. Sunrise has a Stand, called Strawberry Fields, is a gun that can shoot strawberries and grow them on any surface. When the roots are planted on a person, they are able to damage the target by expanding their roots into their body.
She does not have a mother (not because she has died), because she was born of a seed created from the blood of Valentine and Diavolo (yes, the same Diavolo of part 5, do not try to find a sense lol)
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I Just Want to Please You
Jonathan Joestar - The actual love of my life
Warnings: oral, overstimulation, bondage, soft dom, dacryphilia, breeding, ab riding, cream pie, pussy drunk Jonathan lots of things..
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!🩷
the more i look at this the more i hate it LMFAO
@sailewhoremoon @neptunes1nterweb
Jonathan loves you passionately, sometimes too passionately. This had been your fifth orgasm of the night and your husband, Jonathan, showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
It was exhausting sometimes. The way he’d switch you from position to position. While you were too weak from your orgasm to move or say slow down. Each night, he’d have you go dumb, and each night, you’d let him. Because no matter how much he asked of you, you loved him just as much as he loved you. And what better way to show that love than letting him use you like a rag doll?
That's how you ended up in the position you were in now. Staring up at the ceiling and grasping onto the sheets below you. Your legs, pulled apart, held by the sheer strength of your husband.
The sound of your moans and his constant licking and sucking at your bud drove you wild. Every once in a while, you would hear Jonathan let out a deep moan, causing you to look up and stare as he humped the bed while pleasuring you.
It was a pornographic sight, truly.
But you couldn’t handle it at all.
“Jonathan please, too much-” You threw your head back and started to moan uncontrollably. You raised your hand to try and pry his head away from your clit, but your previous orgasms had made you weak against the man. To your luck, Jonathan stopped, sighing a little before kissing the top of your head, before moving his kisses to your neck, giving small bites here and there. You were too distracted by his sweet but sudden actions that you didn’t even realize that Jonathan had taken off his tie and begun wrapping your arms within the fabric.
“Jonathan?” you’d whisper out to him.
“Sh, it’s ok, my love. I just need you to be patient, yeah? You can do this for me, right, my love?” You nodded yes while a small line of drool began rolling down your chin. “That’s right. You are so perfect. I just want to please you. My perfect wife.” He’d say as he checked to make sure your hands were tied to the bedpost.
And before you could even process it, Jonathan was back at your cunt, using his fingers and tongue both to bring you to your climax. Over and over, his fingers would work into you, and He pepper kisses along your stretch marks. All you could do was lay there and take it. Unable to move or squeeze your legs shut from the stimulation. You felt your sanity slowly slip away. Only the sounds of your whimpers could be heard now. He had pulled another three more orgasms out of you after you had been tied up. This continued for another thirty minutes. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could feel Jonathan letting up as you slowly came down from the third.
But you knew this wasn’t the end. You watched in awe as your husband stripped the rest of his clothes, throwing them on the floor without care, before slowly crawling to you on all fours. He looked like some kind of sex God, coming to claim you as his. You watched as his dick slapped against his stomach a little as he got closer. You were speechless but so ready for him.
Slowly he brought his mouth to your neck once again. Moaning into your skin as he felt his dick press against your stomach.
“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” He chuckled after he mumbled those words into your skin.
You tried to reach out and touch him, but you were stopped instantly by the tie that bound you to the wooden frame. Jonathan took his time as he kissed all the way down to your womb before he spoke again.
“Are you going to let me fill you up?” He said with a kind face. It had you baffled. The way these deboutrous words were able to leave such a sweet mouth. You were jolted out of your thoughts when Jonathan pinched your clit, eyes begging for your attention. “I asked you a question, my love.”
“Yes, please.”
“Please, what?” he’d ask as if he didn’t know.
“Please fill me up.” He grinned at your words. and instead of answering, you felt him plunge into you. Causing the two of you to moan out in pleasure.
Jonathan stood on his knees, his right arm hooked around your leg, holding it above his waist, and his left hand placed right above your womb. You were so overwhelmed by his touch that his skin felt searing hot against yours, as if he were on fire.
As he began thrusting into you, Jonathan’s hand never left your lower stomach. He wanted to feel the bulge that would come and go as he plunged inside of you. And all you could do was moan and whine.
“Oh my God, Jonathan. Fuck.” You’d pant out, eyes rolling to the back of your head a little each time he hit that spot.
“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good, my love?” He’d ask with furrowed eyebrows and a small hint of sweat now growing on his left brow.
“So good so so goo-” Your words were cut off when you let out a sudden and loud moan; caused by Jonathan pushing your legs to your chest. He was going deeper and harder than before, letting out loud, sultry moans that had you seeing heaven.
Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize how close you were until you were gushing on his dick. You swear you could have seen the stars. And even though you have just climaxed, your husband kept plowing into you like a madman. The slapping sound of your colliding flesh filled your ears, along with the sound of Jonathan’s dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.
“So tight,m-love.” He’d slur and repeat with a hoarse voice. Your eyesight was now blurry, clouded by tears of overstimulation. It was too much to handle.
Soon you could hear another sound start to overpower that of the two of your moans. The bed shaking from the power of your husband's thrusts had become erratic. Jonathan was practically using your body as a personal cock sleeve, fucking you into oblivion.
Suddenly, Jonathan’s hands dropped your legs, causing them to fall onto the soft sheets below them. After he pulled out of you, Jonathan found himself flipping your body over onto your stomach. Making you let out a soft whimper, but before you could say anything, Jonathan raised your ass to his front.
He gave you a few teasing prods in and out of your whole, only allowing his tip to enter you. Before once again pushing into you. Letting out the most whore like moan a man could make.
“You feel so good, baby.” He says in your ear, before nipping at it a little.
The tie felt tighter now that it was twisted from your body being flipped. You knew that there would be a dent from where your hands were tied. You did your best to hold up the rest of your body, but you were so weak from your multiple orgasms Jonathan ended up doing most of the work, making sure to hold you in your place.
Not that he cared though; Jonathan loved doing the work to make you cum. It made him feel good to know he was making you feel good.
You could feel the way he stretched you out more and more each time he pushed back into you. The bed frame had switched out the sound of constant creaking to a much louder march harder sound as it began to hit the wall behind it with each thrust.
It felt like he was trying to break you in half. You knew Jonathan was stronger than the average human, but God, the way he laid into your cunt had you shuddering on his dick.
With each thrust, the tie became looser and looser until it was no longer wrapped around your wrists. Your constant tugging at the fabric from the rough thrusts had caused it to slowly come undone.
The constant clenching around Jonathan’s length had finally begun to take a toll on him. You could feel it with the sloppiness of his thrusts and the growing sounds of his grunts.
One of the hands that gripped your waist as he rocked into you was now working at your clit. You couldn’t even moan anymore; words and sounds that tried to leave your mouth fell silent at your lips.
“Cum with me again.” He’d whisper in your neck as he bent over you. His pace faltering a little bit. “Please?” He’d whimper.
But before you could let out a moan of “yes”, a dramatic snapping filled your ears, and you felt Jonathan’s thrusts stop. It wasn’t until Jonathan pulled out of you, laughing a little bit, did you realize you were laying at an angle now, your bodies, closer to the ground than usual.
He broke the bed.
The two of you had broken the bed.
Instead of stopping and collecting himself as a normal person would, Jonathan tugged on your body once more, carrying you and pushing you against a wall.
“Jonathan, the bed.” You moaned out, feeling him enter you again.
“I know love, it was weak.” he sighed, “It’s okay, we don’t need it.” And with that, he began moving into you again.
“Give me one more. Ok my love? You can do it for me right?” He panted out.
“That’s my good girl.” He’d say before losing himself in the pleasure.
You were officially cockdrunk as Jonathan finally came inside you. Ropes of thick, hot, creamy cum painted your walls. Your husband let out a series of moans. Holding you up at the wall as he calmed down.
He maneuvered your body to the floor delicately, kissing your cheeks and lips over and over with his now swollen lips.
You were tired beyond belief. You couldn’t even let out a sound of protest as he moved his face to your cunt, watching as his cum dripped out of you slowly before deciding to clean out all of the remaining cum... with his tongue. It felt so obscene watching him eat his cum out of you as if he was a starved man.
And once he had pulled away from you, satisfied with his job, he rolled your naked body onto his stomach, rocking you back and forth over his abs. The pressure you felt on your clit each time he moved over one of his abs had you gone. Your body was practically lifeless as he sat up, making you straddle him fully.
“You did such a good job for me my love. Such a good job.” He peppered kissed on your forehead as his hand cupped your head softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You whimpered back.
“We need a new bed.”
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Is it okay if I request the members of passione from Golden Wind reacting to a stand user whose stand is legitimately a HUGE teddy bear?
Hello!! Sure! Here's your coffee, enjoy your drink!
Bucci Gang with a reader that has a teddy bear looking stand
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno finds its appearance interesting, although he isn't very shocked by it, as he just presents himself.
"Hello, I'm Giorno Giovanna," he says as your stand opens for a hug, and he complies.
If a small part of the teddy stuffing happens to come out, Giorno turns it into a butterfly or ladybug that goes either to you or your stand.
Sometimes, he will bring home little flower crowns he made for your stand, as well as small flowers, which look adorable due to the size difference between your teddy and the flowers.
Giorno brought home a little silk magenta bow—the color of his suit— to place around your stand.
He stitched a little flower and a ladybug somewhere on your teddy.
When Giorno arrives home from an exhausting mission, he isn't much for talking, avoiding contact since he's stressed and interactions could make him snap easily. On those days, sometimes you surprise him with your stand in his room so that he can relax (even if he isn't as attached to it as much as the others are) On those days, you are greeted by the sight of a ladybug on your stand's nose the next time you see it.
Pannacotta Fugo
At first, Fugo is curious about it, asking you questions about its abilities and why it has that appearance.
If it ever rips a stitch or two, Fugo would certainly like to help sew it again, as it will give him a chance to learn more about your stand. But it also becomes a kind of therapeutic activity for him. So, after a fight, when your stand has lots of rips and stitches open, Fugo likes to sew it together. He also enjoys talking with your stand while he stitches it.
"We're done stitching. That was more than the last time, [stand name],"
He says, patting your stand as it stands up, opening its arms, offering a hug that Fugo obliges and accepts.
"Y/N should buy a stitching kit for you"
Fugo always checks to see if the stitching is holding up and if it doesn't have any rips. Although Fugo likes it, he isn't a fan of lying down or sleeping on it, but he still enjoys spending time with it.
As we all know, Fugo has anger management problems, and if you let him, he'll use your stand to help with his anger. When angry, whether at someone else or your stand, Fugo will sometimes hit your stand, usually with punches or slaps. Unfortunately, if Fugo has a sharp object around, he will use it on your stand. Luckily, it doesn't let Fugo hurt itself or you.
Although Fugo enjoys spending time with it, its large body and lack of size awareness don't make him the most agile of stands. So, Fugo sometimes gets very angry at it for knocking things over and bumping into people.
Fugo stitches a little chibi Purple Haze face on it.
Bruno Bucciarati
Although everyone has a soft spot for your stand, Bruno is the one who actually takes the most care of it, as he tells you when a stitch is loose, the fur is dirty, or when there's a rip in it.
He absolutely loves to run his hands through its fur when relaxing.
Bruno, as the Capo, is a very busy man. Often, his stress builds up, whether it be from a mission or taking care of the other 6 children gangsters, and he just needs a moment to be vulnerable. Although he doesn't show it very easily, as your relationship progresses, he asks if you can "lend" your stand sometimes. He goes to more private places, hugs them, vents, or cries, letting his emotions out.
After having many of his hair clippers stolen by Narancia to put on your stand, Bruno gives one for your stand to use. He also sews a zipper from Sticky Fingers.
Bruno also likes to talk with your stand.
"Good morning, Y/N, and you too, [stand name]," he says, caressing its fur.
It has also made Bruno cry a couple of times. On days when he was very stressed, it just offered a hug, and Bruno reciprocated, shedding a few tears, proceeding to thank it.
In fights, both your stands make a good team, as Sticky Fingers can open your stand and place any valuable or sensitive items inside it, protecting them.
Leone Abbacchio
At first, Leone pretends not to care that much. In fact, while the two of you don't have much of a connection, Leone won't have many reactions or interactions with your stand. But as your relationship evolves, Leone will slowly but certainly loosen up with your stand.
He will start out by caressing its short fur when away from others or laying his head on its shoulder. Even if sometimes you are away (you can still tell what is going on, as you can feel it). He then starts to get more physical, laying his head, then his torso, and slowly relaxing.
Let's agree, that man doesn't get much sleep for whatever reason it may be, so he frequently takes a nap on your stand when no one is around (although you can feel it).
When Abbacchio comes back home drunk, he lays down and sleeps on it.
Overall, as your relationship progresses, Abbacchio feels more and more comfortable with your teddy. So, when he's already comfortable talking about his problems, he goes to your teddy, hugs it, and rants about his problems, which you can hear.
There are very few wine droplets on your teddy bear from those nights Abbacchio comes home drunk.
Sometimes, when away from you, he likes to use Moody Blues to lay on it and find some comfort."
Narancia Ghirga
Certainly, the one who has the most fun with it.
Narancia was very excited the first time he met your stand. He ran towards it with arms open, jumped, threw himself at it, and hugged it as it fell back. "It's so soft!" he exclaimed, caressing the teddy bear's fur.
Narancia loves its fur and really likes to tug and play with it, making silly patterns.
He also enjoys sleeping on it and uses it as a sofa and a pillow. He's definitely attached to it 24/7 and even tries to give it food, shoving it into its stitched and sewn mouth.
Narancia also has a lot of fun trying to dress your stand, putting it in shirts that are huge and still too small, and placing little hair accessories on its fur, such as bows and hair clips (he even stole some from Bruno to place on it). He and Mista do this together.
Narancia saw Fugo stitching on your stand, so he and Fugo spent some time together, as Fugo tried to teach him to stitch. After some stabs on the cheeks and hands, he is able to stitch a poorly drawn plane with "Aerosmith" written on the side.
Like Abbacchio, your stand is a source of comfort for Narancia. That's why he's constantly hugging it, seeking the attention and care he didn't really get in his younger years.
Guido Mista
At first, Mista is very scared and untrustful of it, but soon he loses his fears and grows to like it very much. When he first sees it, he's very shocked and scared.
"HEH!? WHAT IS THAT!?!?" he yelps the shock causing him to make his figure smaller and take a few steps back.
'It is just [stand name],' you say as Mista approaches the teddy bear, placing a hand on its eyelids and opening them, inspecting it with a very investigative face. He furrows his eyebrows and, when he is done, crosses his arms in front of his chest.
'Yeah, but it's so strange that-' Mista stops mid-sentence as he's embraced by your stand's hug and falls along with it, laying his head on its belly.
'Y/N!!! What are YOU... doing?' The last word is said softly as Mista relaxes and snuggles against your stand.
'Okay, it isn't that bad,' he says as he finishes snuggling and is now finally relaxed. You let out a small laugh. 'I told you.'
After meeting your stand for the first time, Mista talks to it, even if it doesn't answer back.
'You know, big guy, at first I didn't like you, but we're on good terms, yeah?' Guido says, with his head laid on your stand's belly.
After fights and just overall tiring days, Mista likes to sleep and rest on your stand. The Sex Pistols also really like your stand; they like to play on it, climbing on it and using it as a slide, and, just like Mista, sometimes rest on it. The Sex Pistols like to sew with loose strings on your teddy bear.
He and the Sex Pistols are deffinetly the reson for most of your stand's rips and loose stitches.
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FFSU’s Fan Fashion Week!
*ETA: Works posted to AO3 can be tagged as "FFSU Fashion Week"!*
I’ve had the concept for this in my head for AGES but never got around to posting it. I originally planned to run it as an event during a certain time period, but I found that making it an event intimidated me out of actually making the idea happen. I just think that I’m a lot more confident in my ideas when I don’t overthink it! Therefore, instead of running an event, I’m just putting this challenge out into the atmosphere for people to take it and run with it.
REBLOGS GREATLY APPRECIATED!
Everything you need to know is in the graphics, and here’s a plain text version as well:
Fashion For Stand Users’ Fan Fashion Week Challenge: a 7-day art and/or fic-writing challenge!
Art Prompts:
- Day 1: Runway
Draw your chosen character(s) in an outfit from a designer runway! Check the blog archive or Vogue Runway for references and modify the look however you want.
-Day 2: Subculture
Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of a certain subculture: goth, raver, scene kid, etc.
-Day 3: Style Swap
Draw two or more characters swapping their canon outfits, or simply wearing outfits more suited for the other person's vibe and aesthetic.
-Day 4: Historical
Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of another era.
-Day 5: Redesign
Redesign, reinvent, or modify the canon outfit(s) of your chosen character(s).
-Day 6: Formal
Draw your chosen character(s) in gowns, tuxedos, and other fancy clothes.
-Day 7: Free Space
Draw any kind of outfit(s) you'd like for your chosen character(s)!
Writing Prompts:
- Day 1: Character Study
Write about why a character dresses or looks the way they do. Why do they like the clothes they wear? Do they wear something with personal significance? How do they want the world to see them?
-Day 2: Makeover
Write about a character getting a makeover from another. Are they getting new clothes, a new hairstyle, new makeup? Is it just for fun or a sign of a bigger change?
-Day 3: AU
Write about an alternate universe where the characters are models, fashion designers, hairstylists, makeup artists, etc.
-Day 4: Disaster
Write about something going horribly, horribly wrong: wardrobe malfunctions, makeup mishaps, over/underdressing, etc.
-Day 5: Shopping Trip
Write about characters going shopping together and all the shenanigans that ensue.
-Day 6: The Event
Write about a character getting ready for or attending an upscale event. Who are they going with? What are they wearing? How are they feeling?
-Day 7: Free Space
Write about any scenario you'd like, as long as it's about clothing or fashion!
Rules:
Have Fun!
This is obviously a JJBA blog, but feel free to use this challenge for OCs and other fandoms! If you plan to modify the prompts, make different graphics, or make your own version of the challenge for a different fandom, be sure to credit this blog or link back to this post!
Mention @fashion4standusers in all your posts to give credit! You can also tag your posts with #ffsufashionweek, and if your work is about JoJo, I would love to share it on the blog. If you post outside of Tumblr, include a link to this post!
Don't think you can do it in a week? Want more time to write longer fics, make more detailed art, or just develop your idea more? No worries, just work at your own pace! The concept of the challenge is a reference to the various Fashion Weeks that happen around the world, but by no means is it restricted to any real time frame!
Only want to write or draw for a few of the prompts? Maybe only one? Wanna work out of order? Go ahead! This is a challenge of course, but if you just aren't connecting with some of the prompts, don't force it!
Feel free to use the ideas you come up with for this into more in-depth works!
It's never too early or too late to give it a shot, and I'll always keep an eye on tags and mentions for new additions!
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