an understanding
cw: a little blood, a sprinkle of suggestiveness
summary: Jotaro helps patch up your wound after a fight <3
authors note: this is my first post so i hope you enjoy! :)
“looks deep. hold on, this might sting a little.”
“i know you’ll take care of me jotaro. just do what you have to do.”
you sat on the edge of your small hotel bed, the dark room lit by the warm light emitting from candles that sat by the windowsill nearby and the nightstand.
Jotaro sat beside you, gently pulling out a warm damp washcloth from the sink to clean the bloody gash on your thigh. you bit your lip, a bit fearful of the potential pain of the washcloth against your skin, but as he pressed it against the wound a surprising amount of relief followed. A soft sigh escaped your lips and Jotaro, who was gauging your reaction carefully, continued to wipe away any debris and blood.
after a few minutes of comfortable silence only broken by the sound of the dampened cloth rubbing against your skin and the sound of flickering candles, Jotaro suddenly speaks up.
“I’m… sorry I couldn’t protect you fast enough.” he utters, grimacing at the deepness of the wound.
“don’t worry about it JoJo. It looks worse than it is and besides, I wasn’t paying attention.” you replied softly, hoping to reassure him but suddenly an electric tension crackles between you two.
“still.” Jotaro’s eyebrows knit together and his jaw tightens as he thinks back to the moment the enemy cut your thigh open with his dagger. Your scream. You noticed the regret in his face and put a hand on his shoulder.
He turns his hard gaze to you and you lock eyes with him, your expression soft. “Hey. I’m breathing. I’ll be fine, really.”
Jotaro looks deeply into your eyes, scanning for for any traces for any insincerity. Finding none, he loosens his muscles and diverts his attention back to the wound, responding to you with hum.
While you sit there, your mind wanders. suddenly, you come to the realization that you’ve rarely had the opportunity to be alone with Jotaro. Most of the time Kakyoin would join the both of you, but he decided to go with the rest of the guys to get food, leaving behind Jotaro to assist you. How did you feel about JoJo anyways? You always found him attractive but the idea of pursuing a relationship seems out of the question, given the impracticability. However, as with all things; there were some lingering thoughts as much as you tried to push down your feelings.
suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by the sharp sting of the antiseptic getting applied to your wound. You flinched, but didn’t pull your leg away. As the sting hit you harshly, tears began welling in your eyes. He quickly notices your pain and puts his free hand against your thigh and gently begins to blow on the throbbing gash in an attempt to ease the pain.
“Shit. that hurts a lot.”
“i know but it’ll prevent an infection. The pain will pass soon, don’t worry.”
You winced but felt grateful for Jotaro’s gentle touches and reassurance. You cast your gaze to the side, turning your focus to a few of the candles nearby. After realizing the situation you’re in, you suddenly feel flustered at Jotaro’s closeness to you. You became sensitive to his rough fingers brushing against your thigh, and how he is touching you so tenderly. You bite your cheek, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as the feelings you tried so hard to suppress resurface. Damn.
The tense silence continues for a little until finally, Jotaro pulls bandages from the first aid kit. Gently, he hooks his large hand under your knee and raises your leg. using his free hand he begins to skillfully wrap the bandage around your thigh, still careful not to cause you too much pain. As his fingers brush against your inner thigh, shivers are sent up your spine. your face quickly heats up and you continue to look away, slightly ashamed by your feelings. Once he finishes, you make eye contact with him for the first time since he started and you smile softly. Oh, how his blue eyes are so pretty.
“Thank you, JoJo.”
“Don’t mention it.”
The eye contact prolonged longer than it should, both of you seeming entranced with each other before your face continued to grow hotter and you both finally break the eye contact and look away awkwardly. As you both broke eye contact silence filled the air once again, thick with unspoken emotions.
Suddenly, a spark of courage and yearning ignited within you. Taking a deep breath, you decide to break the silence and address which what was now obviously hanging in the air. Hesitantly, you opened your mouth to speak, “I.. feel like there’s something here we can’t ignore.” You say plainly, biting the inside of your cheek, tentatively looking back in his direction hoping he’ll share the sentiment.
Jotaro’s eyes softened. “Yeah, I’ve been feeling it too.” He breathed, the heavy silence lifting like fog. You couldn’t quite see it in the dark lighting but you swear you see the tips of his ears turning pink.
as the shared realization spread between you two, unspoken words became an unspoken understanding. Your heart almost pounds our of your chest, your fingers digging into the blanket underneath you as you lean your face closer to him, a nervous smile on your lips. You both looked into each other’s eyes with heavy eyelids, and you feel his warm breath fan your skin. Finally. After so long-
“Hey guys! Foods here!”
You and Jotaro jump, quickly scrambling away from each other, face red as Polnareff stands at the door with leftovers, his cheerful expression slowly morphing into one of shock and embarrassment.
“Crap! Sorry! Did i interrupt something?!” He yells, his face bright red.
Jotaro sighs. “Yare yare. it’s nothing.”
You both share a short glance, smiling gently at each other before you get up to polnareff to get the takeout.
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Double Trouble
A/N: You've got mail! I had lots of fun writing this steamy piece for @spookysinner45 it was a delight to capture their fun personalities!
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Pairing: Rubber Soul x Courtney (OC) x Steely Dan
Word count: 2k+
Genre: NSFW
Content Warnings: Double penetration, cunnilingus, body worship, PIV sex, body image issues, anal
Summary: Soul and Dan help Courtney through her struggles for self acceptance and soon realize their solutions are more physical than they'd realized.
A dainty hand comes to rest atop her stomach as she looks to the breakfast table. Sitting across from her boyfriends, Courtney breathes deeply to ground herself into the present. The food looks rather immaculate, cooked by DIO’s best chefs every morning and tailored to the agent’s taste. But Courntney’s diet is a delicate subject, something she doesn’t want to think about, yet her mind resists, attracting thoughts about her weakness.. All she did was try a piece of Egyptian pastry, something more soothing to her tastes
Zoning out, she doesn’t catch neither Dan nor Soul staring at her over their plates.
“Is it just me…” Dan whispers. “Or has Courtney been acting somewhat strange the past few days.” Soul pretends to pick up a few dishes right beside him, the egg on his plate which was steaming now going cold.
“You doofus, I’ve been trying to tell you something is off for days. Of course you wouldn’t listen to me.” As the man goes back to the tongs in his hand trying to pick up some piece of meat, Dan glares daggers.
“Oh shut up, you weren’t telling me shit, you’re always so secretive-”
“What’s wrong, liebling?” Courtney’s curiosity floats through the air to them as her two lovers look like deer caught in headlights.
“Nothing, amore,” Soul saves them both. “I was just arguing with Dan about a mission where he messed up, you know how he is.” He gives a charming smile to his beloved as if Dan isn’t listening right beside him.
“Hey! That’s NOT true!”
Courtney speaks softly, knowing all too well how it feels to be undermined for her mistakes. Her heart pangs with pain at the thought of her own self perceived incompetence. His girlfriend’s address of him takes Dan’s undivided attention. “I’m sure your mistake is not on purpose, whatever it is, you can learn from it.”
Her sincere words cause them to soften, earning her fond gazes from both her lovers. As always, it cuts through the discord between them like a smooth butter knife and Soul sits on his chair to continue his breakfast. Dan nods to Courtney earnestly. “That is true, amira…” his voice trails off.
It’s not uncommon for them to find Courtney in distress. While most of the time due to the missions, her state of mind is disproportionately affected by her anxiety and self-esteem, putting her lovers in a position where they want to protect her from herself.
“Excuse me,” She says in a soft voice, her eyes unfocused as if she’s not there. Courtney pushes out her chair, still holding her stomach in an effort to keep her food down. How long until she can master her training…how long until she’s not useless… Swirling thoughts of incompetent vampirism and ill-fitting humanity in the wine glass of her mind, Courtney steps away from her lovers in order to not make a fool of herself in front of them. Where does she fit in?
“This isn’t right,” Soul comments from the breakfast table. The sight of a distressed Courntey always takes away his appetite. “We should do something.”
Despite Dan’s nonchalant attitude, a bead of worry slips into his tone. “Tell me you have a plan.”
“Oh, I have a plan alright.” He receives a dubious look from Dan in response. “It’s legit! Look, she needs a distraction, and I propose we take her on a nice date. How about the Origo? Our topolina loves sweets and the nicely decorated ones from the cafe are her favorite, it’s foolproof!”
Perhaps it’s best if she’s able to leave the mansion for a period of time, allowing her to forget about her worries. “The idea has merit…”
“Amira, may we come in?” Dan opens the door without gaining a response from Courtney, realizing his girlfriend stands in the corner near the vanity mirror. “Courtney…” he says softly, smiling to make her feel at ease. Soul almost overtakes his position to open the door.
“Yes?...” Her voice is so soft, Dan almost kisses her right there. Walking over to her with his eyes lidded, he caresses her cheek lovingly. “Soul and I were thinking, it would be nice to spend the afternoon with you in the nearby cafe. We could get some cakes and sand coffee, hm?”
Wanting to make his presence known, Soul stands beside his partner, vying for Courtney’s attention. He cannot let the bastard take all the credit for his idea!
“It’s a wonderful day outside, topolina, what do you say?” He towers over her with his physique, annoying Dan to no end. For a moment, Courntey is transported outside of her head, grounded by her lovers’ presence, forgetting about her insecurities.
“I suppose it sounds fun…” The lack of enthusiasm in her voice worries both of the men as they discreetly exchange glances…
The sun shines bright, and Courtney contemplates reaching out her hand from under the umbrella’s shade for a little bit of its pain. Dismissing the thought, she looks up at Soul’s rigid profile, proudly holding the shade over her for protection; he'd always loved to play the knight in shining armor in any situation. The layers of white on her dress drag along as she walks with both her partners incredibly close to her body.
Inside the quaint cafe, Soul retracks the umbrella, making sure no spots of sunlight reach his girlfriend, using his own body to shield her from the windows if need be.
Feeling as though Soul is doing more than his share of the plan, Dan springs to action, distracting Courtney about the sand coffee, talking about her amusement at the little pot inside the warm grains. Courtney continues to speak in hushed voices as her boyfriends try to cheer her up to no avail. In fact, she barely touches her beautifully decorated cakes.
“Look amira, this one has a rose, it reminds me of you!” Dan tries, only receiving a smile in return. In the end, the three of them return to the mansion with the same results as before, a gloomy Courntey bee buzzing around her room.
“Your plan was a failure!” Dan remarks in an empty hallway. He was looking forward to seeing the energy return to her face, only to be met with crushing disappointment as she avoided talking too much.
“Relax,…” Soul tries to calm him down, his voice on edge from the fruits of his labor being more bitter than sweet.
When the two of them walk into her room with a large bouquet of flowers as the last resort, seeing the crying face of their beloved brings both Soul and Dan into a panic.
Placing the roses on the vanity table, Soul approaches first. “Courtney, oh Courtney, what’s wrong amore?” His arms go around his small fraid body scooping her up into himself to allow her to cry into his chest. Wet droplets stain his shirts as he rubs his lover’s back to help her calm down as Dan comes to sit beside both of them on their shared bed.
“Habibti, please, just tell us what’s wrong.” But Dan’s question goes unanswered.
“Please don’t cry. What Dan means here, is that we would like to take away the hurt, but we don’t know how unless we know what’s wrong.” Slowly, Courtney’s sobs cease as she hiccups. Almost ashamed, she looks to her two companions with a melancholic expression.
“I don’t feel good in this body anymore… Why was I born? What good is it to be a vampire or a human if I can’t be either of them right?” Despite her outburst lifting a weight off her shoulder, Courtney still avoids their eye contact after showing such vulnerability. She knows she must be candid and truthful with her partners, yet something so personal feels wrong to share. 2
“Amira…,” Dan wipes some tear streaks with his calloused thumbs. “Who told you that?”
“N-No one… I just…” She fails to explain much of herself, getting Soul to squeeze her body closer. “Shh.. Your body is amazing, topolina.” She looks up into his beautiful, sparkling yellow eyes before he kisses her passionately.
“Liebling…” She whimpers against him. Soon after, Dan follows suit, trapping her between himself and his partner as Courtney gasps from the contact.
“Your body’s more beautiful than words could describe..” he says slyly, taking her by the chin to plant a deep kiss. As Dan preoccupies himself with the taste of Courtney’s tongue, Soul gets to work with the layers of her dress, undoing one drawstring at a time. She yelps, feeling his hand on her bare stomach, Dan eating the sound right out of her mouth.
“Is this too much? Just let us know.” A furiously blushing Courtney shakes her head, more than happy to keep them both satisfied in bed to forget her own worries. As Dan’s hand comes up to squeeze her tit, Courtney moans his name, clutching the sheets between her fingers. There’s barely a moment for her mind to catch up, as she feels Soul’s mouth kissing down her body, palming at the long marks on her hips and thighs. “So beautiful… so perfect…” He whispers against her.
Despite the numerous times they’ve been together in bed the same way, Courtney still finds herself trembling with nerves. But she braves herself, letting Soul eat at her entrance how he wishes, lapping at her with languid strokes of his tongue. “You taste so incredible, topoline. Like pastries.”
She doesn’t realize when Dan lost his clothes, seeing him already naked and producing a bottle of lube from a nearby drawer. Her cheeks burn seeing him stroke himself but Soul’s mouth keeps her distracted until she climaxes over his face.
Shaking still from her release, Courtney pants in Dan’s arms, feeling the man’s hands grab from her tits to her stomach, kissing her neck and shoulders lovingly.
“Do you understand how perfect you are?” Dan whispers into her ear. “Just feel what you’ve done to me…” He says, pushing his erection near her butt for emphasis and Courtney can only moan once more. A sudden intrusion of fingers into her behind makes Courtney stiffen, yet the pleasure is too much as she melts on her lover’s body.
Soul’s tongue slides over her dark markings with a new passion, kissing and biting over her collarbones and making his way to her chest. It’s an overwhelming sensation to have two fingers inside her as he mouths her nipple with vigor. As if in sync, he lets go of her chest in tandem to Dan’s question. “Are you ready, princess?” She nods weakly, her mind glazed with pleasure.
As soon as she signals her consent, Dan readies himself behind her, aligning his member with her rear as Soul gets between her legs from the front. Courntey can only hold her breath as both of them enter her slowly yet at the same time.
Overpoweringly full of her lovers, Courtney moans their names aloud, as they try to let her adjust to them.
“Dan… Oh Dan!... Soul!” She pants between each of them, as they both enjoy the pleasured expression on her face.
Both their pairs of hands roam her body, holding her up to a comfortable position while she balances herself holding Soul’s shoulders. Tingling from the stimulating nerves, she screams, her legs shaking over their bodies.
“So good for us…taking us so well..” Soul looks at her with lustful eyes, panting from both exhaustion and impending orgasms.
Grunts and moans escape her boyfriends’ lips when they finally begin to move inside her, hitting every single sensitive spot until her mind only thinks of release.
“Look, amira,” Dan whispers, turning her head to her vanity’s mirror. “Didn’t I tell you? Look at how perfectly you fit between us.” Courtney turns a deep shade of red, seeing her boyfriends’ cocks inside her as her holes stretch to accommodate both of them, an embarrassing but thoroughly arousing visage. She’s almost crushed with how close all three of their bodies come together, sticky and slippery from the sweat.
She’s unable to look away as they thrust together and her arousal coats them both, leaking from her body and indicating her orgasm is near. Finally, when Soul decides to use his thumb over her clitoris, Courtney feels as though she might burst. With her body covered in their kisses and touches, Courtney finally climaxes over Soul’s cock. She feels Dan releasing inside her soon after, and the heavy mix of Soul and her own cum, spilling when he pulls out.
Thoroughly spent, Courtney collapses onto her lovers, caressing one of them by the cheek. “I love you… I love you both.”
As she falls asleep, Courtney hears their unanimous lovely words in response, finally at peace.
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will never get over a big intimidating looking guy being a submissive little bitch who takes ur dick like a fucking champ and ughhghh
lowkey wrote w/ polnareff in mind,, i wanna write smth more for him hrmrm
you caught ur lover after coming home early by chance - catching him in the mirror while admiring himself in a simple white set of lacey lingerie. he jumps several feet in the air after seeing a glimpse you in the full body mirror while trying to check himself out - swinging his body around ( giving a full view of his assets ,, ) and looking over at you with an embarrassed look. he panics, covering his chest and crotch with his hands - barely covering anything really, in attempts to conceal himself from you. from then on, you could not get enough of seeing him in such clothing - taking extra care of him and making sure he feels as pretty as he looks by sucking his dick while fiddling with the elastics of his thong that barely concealed anything and fucking him in the mirror or even pressed up against the cold reflector,, ur happy to clean up the mess of him :3
constantly daydreaming of him sitting on your face while wearing a pretty sheer lace nightgown or merely bouncing himself on ur cock while holding his tits in his arms that you would quickly pull away and grope his boobs lazily - tweaking his nipples until he was a sensitive mess that was trembling and pulsating around you so good,, hngn
"i don't want to ruin it,," you tell him, heaving breaths escaping your saliva-glossed lips as you stare down at him with furrowed eyebrows - utmost serious. you didn't want to taint his pretty clothes with your bodily fluids right off the bat.. ultimately cumming when he begs you with a whimper of, "i want you to ruin me." i mean, a little embarrassing, but who can blame you?? he was literally fisting your spit lathered cock and sucking at the tip - who can ignore and even force down the feeling of ur lower organs coiling up so fucking good?? god he looks so pretty,,
ㅡ"look at you.. it's a lil pathetic, no??" you hover the handheld mirror over his face - his eyes widening before quickly faltering as his ecpression contorts as if he was about to sob, "but at least you look so cute.." you console gently, a slight lilt of taunting to your tone as you drag your fingertips over the apple of his cheek; collecting the tears of sexual frustration and bringing them to his lips and using them as a lipgloss before capturing them in a sloppy kiss while nestled deep inside him. moaning into your mouth desperately as he weakly tries to wrap his thick, muscular arms around your body as to keep you in his chest,, gritting out a tearful, ".. i am cute.. th-the fucking cutest.." before muttering something more along those lines - simply babbling incoherently as you draw out orgasm after orgasm and ruining his pretty sleepwear,,
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