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mikachi-chu · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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brayneworms · 7 months

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

kinktober day seven: praise kink

word count. 4.6k

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

♩ serial killer - lana del rey

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

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

But you know better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, it won't."

"It made me look pretty."

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was the start of it, you guess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She's so, so special.

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

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

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

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

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

It's all about her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some more than others.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"J-Jolyne?" you say weakly.

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

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

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joestarfoundation · 2 months

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Jofoes: First Time. . .

Modern!AU. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: Happy Valentine's Day to everyone! Listen to Cupid, but not the Twin Version, listen to the original in Korean. Remember, love yourself more than anyone else

Jofoes x Fem!Reader

First time with them

Pucci, Funny Valentine: I think he would take you in missionary position, with your feet on his shoulders (or lower), slowly entering you. His pace would be slow but hard, his eyes would be fixed on your breasts, while he praises and degrades you <3 But still, don't even think about holding your moans, because if you do, you will be brutally fucked nsfw link

Both Dios, Diavolo: mf would be rough, and really, I mean it, he would be ROUGH. Yes, maybe it's your first time, before the action, he would leave several marks on your collarbone, neck, the occasional kiss, but he would focus more on intercourse. If you're lucky, maybe in the first few minutes he'll be gentle with you, but as time goes by... he'd end up fucking you hard without mercy, and very possibly degrade you. You must know that you'll lose your anal virgnity w/ him, so if you were waiting for him to enter your pussy, I'm sorry! nsfw link

Kars, Kira: In this case, his cock is so big, you would have to relax first. Here more priority will be given to foreplay, I think he would like that more than the action itself, but of course he's dying to feel your virgin pussy around him. There are parts of your body that he simply finds wonderful, and of course, there will be plenty of kisses. Once the action starts he's going to go hard, but it will not feel abrupt, on the contrary, it would even be awkward, in a good way, of course. He'd notice your bouncy breasts, and since you are his favorite person, he'd call you his goddess nsfw link

Here you can find more posts like these

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junosartsthetic · 1 year

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Girl’s Night In

Hermes and Jolyne are hot. Also, my beloved partner @hugging-jjba-characters suggested I write this. Enjoy.

Warning(s): smut, oral, fingering, threesomes, afab!reader, polyamory, nicknames

Having two beautiful women, who also happened to be dating, as your roommates was disheartening sometimes, to say the least. Being single, you always felt pangs of jealousy looking at Jolyne and Hermes cuddled up on the couch, watching some movie you didn’t care enough to know the name of. Not only that, but the walls of your apartment were excruciatingly thin, and almost every night you’d hear the sounds of their pleasure echoing from the other side of your room.

And almost every night you silently fucked yourself to their noises, feeling overwhelming guilt but also utmost satisfaction every time you came on your vibrator to their moans and the sound of thumping.

This was routine for a while, until one night they asked you something you’d never expect to hear. It started innocently enough, the two women sitting on either side of you as you caught up on a show. They’d just returned from a night out, and you could smell their perfumes and the scents of the city carrying from their revealing outfits.

“Hey, beautiful,” Hermes started, nestling against your side and planting her chin on your shoulder.

You paid no mind to her nickname. She and Jolyne were always affectionate with you. Only platonically, you reminded yourself. You lightly leaned your head against hers. “Hey. What’s up? Did you two have fun?”

“Ehh, the bar was kind of a let-down,” Jolyne chimed in, absentmindedly playing with your hand. She drew shapes into your palm, giving you goosebumps.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “I hope your night isn’t completely ruined.”

Hermes placed a hand on your bare thigh, skimming the hem of your nightgown. “Well, we had a plan for later tonight, but want to see if you’ll join us.”

“It’s actually something we’ve been wanting to ask you for a while, but finally caved after always seeing you so alone all the time,” Jolyne noted. “And it’ll be fun. Promise.”

“Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?” you teased, rolling your eyes at their bizarre behavior. Hermes started to pick at the lace of your gown.

“I think—”Hermes looked towards her girlfriend— “we think, it would be best to show you. Of course, stop us if you don’t want to. This is about making you comfortable.”

“Okay…?” you said, trailing off. A part of you simmered with excitement at their plans for you. You didn’t want to assume anything, especially given that they were your roommates and already with each other, but you couldn’t help but wonder as Hermes continued her accent up your thigh.

“Look at me,” Jolyne spoke, voice soft yet demanding attention. Her fingers brushed against your face, pulling you to come face-to-face with her. She caressed your cheek before leaning forward. Your heart pounded in your chest. Hermes could feel your body shiver as her hand met your hip, turning inwards to slip underneath your panties.

Jolyne’s lips met yours, her lipstick smearing onto your surprised face as you pressed yourself closer. This felt like a dream. What if it was? You pushed those thoughts aside. Nothing mattered to you right now but her lips on yours as Hermes’s expert fingers began to scour your folds.

Jolyne’s tongue now exploring your mouth muffled your moan as her hand moved to squeeze your breast. Hermes let out a soft laugh. “D’aww. Beautiful, you’re already getting so wet for us. You must’ve been so lonely all those nights, hearing us fuck each other without you.”

Every syllable had your brain reeling, already overwhelmed and consumed by the two women playing with your body.

Jolyne pulled away, her lipstick smudged. She shot you a flustered grin. “You look good with a green lip. I’ll have to do this more often.”

You didn’t have time to respond before your head was pulled in the other direction, Hermes now connecting her lips with yours. Both of her hands now worked to wiggle your panties down, pulling them until they fell to your feet. She pressed against you further, her teeth nipping at your lips to keep you from pulling away.

“What a hog,” Jolyne mused. She slipped your thinly-strapped nightgown off your shoulders, watching as it folded down your abdomen, leaving your breasts on display. Not wasting a second, she slid a nipple in her mouth, biting and licking it as it hardened. You couldn’t catch your breath, panting down Hermes’s throat as she continued to kiss you with all the passion in the world. Her hand moved back to your dampening cunt, fingers scissoring you open slowly as her thumb circled your clit. It was like she knew your body better than you did.

Jolyne groped the breast not in her mouth, making sure to pleasure every part of your body she could reach. Her other hand rested on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a mark. It was her way of pulling the attention back to her. A competition seemed to spark between the two women, seeing who could have you undone first.

“Swing your legs up,” Hermes said, pulling away as she slid back just enough to make room. You did as told, basically wrapping your legs around her torso, now giving her full access to your pussy.

Jolyne rolled her eyes at the new position, your head now on her lap. Still, she was quick to slink a hand down next to her girlfriends, making sure to give special attention to your clit as Hermes worked you open.

With your mouth free to speak, your moans and pants were now obvious to the pair. “God, you sound so hot,” Jolyne panted, her free hand working up her dress to play with her own clit. You could feel her fingers moving from behind your head. Impulsively, you turned to face her stomach, signaling her to place one thigh over your head. Not wasting a second, you hovered your lips just above her clit, tongue shooting out to taste her as you licked at her folds. Her leg atop your neck pressing against your windpipe just enough to leave you breathless spurred you onward. You neared your orgasm as Hermes continued pressing her fingers into you. You spotted her playing with her pussy with her other hand, a blush on her face as she caught your eye.

That familiar feeling built within you, like a firework getting ready to burst, and you moaned against Jolyne’s cunt as it finally exploded. Cum oozed from your cunt as Hermes watched. Your walls twitched and contracted around her fingers as they picked up speed. With more lubricant, she could move inside you even faster.

The feeling of your breath against her clit made Jolyne gasp, the hand on her clit moving to push your head into her folds, pushing her to her peak. You excitedly lapped into her entrance, tongue pressing onwards to taste every inch of her walls you could reach. You held onto her leg which rested on top of you, pulling it further open to grant you more access. “Right there, baby,” she moaned. “Just keep going right there—God, you’re good with your tongue.”

Her words fueled the fire within you, and within moments, you could taste the cum which flooded your mouth as she orgasmed. You giggled at the feeling of her pussy twitching around your tongue.

Hermes reached her own high, fingers spasming within your folds as she gasped.

Everything stopped for a few moments, all of you panting. You almost assumed they’d be finished with you, but feeling Hermes’s fingers begin to thrust into again, you realized they were far from over toying with your body tonight.

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dimenirvana · 1 year

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Jotaro Kujo: Stone Ocean

#anime #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure stone ocean #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba stone ocean #jjba #anime edit #anime icons #jotaro kujo #jotaro smut #jjba jotaro #jotaro x reader

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mxnaluv · 1 year

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Hi! I saw the post for the nsfw alphabet and I wondered if I could Please request the letters A, C, I, V, and Y for Narciso Anasui from JJBA? Feel free to ignore this! :) 💕 but thank you sm sm

Yess I love Him!!!!

Anasui NSFW Alphabet

MDNI!!!

Warning; Sexual Themes

GN!readerxAnasui

Anasui

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is very after sex. He always brings you water or offers to give you massages afterward. He just wants to make you feel comfortable and shower you with his love <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum on your face and your chest. He loves how it looks on you and thinks that it's hot

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is VERY romantic, but in a sexy way, not a holding hands, giggling, eye contact type romantic. He is very sensual during EVERYTHING

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts a lot and makes small noises but he's not very loud or vocal. But when he's close to finishing, he makes a lot of noise

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His drive is pretty high so you do it very often. He doesn't like quickies that much so he always makes sure that it happens when the both of you have time and are alone. Which could turn into a lot of sex if you two live together

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loudrunawaydonut · 1 year

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Weather report x reader | [nsfw]

Warning⚠️:Somnophilia(m! received),oral(m!receiving),soft sex to rough sex,hickeys,size kink,clothed sex,kind of ooc Weather,couch sex

(Note:this is my first fanfic and try my best to make my writing better so hopefully you will like this one)

Now it's just you and Weather were the only two in the music room since Anasui and Emporio were going somewhere,you saw Weathers sleeping body in the couch while you trying to get out in music room.

Once you were gonna leave,it feels like you wanted your body to have a pleasure and you couldn't take it anymore so instead you didn't leave and to to the couch where Weather is sleeping.

You were quietly crouching on him and now sitting on his lap while you're checking if he's still sleeping so you can do your job,which makes it worse that his body is too large for you.

Now since you're on his lap,you try to take of his pants a bit to see his massive boner which made your face in sweat and deepen red.

You start to use your mouth and tounge to suck and lick his massive cock but your jaw start to hurt a bit since it's too big to be fitted in your mouth.

Instead of sucking it you just use your hands to hold his boner to see how hard it is so it will be easier for you to test his cock before you're gonna enter it to your needy hole

While doing it he starts to make a small groaning sound which make you stop and try not to make a move for a minute.

After staying on your position for a minute you were now trying to put your pants down in your knees and remove your jacket so you can be in your clothed sex.

You try to tease his cock into your clit to test if it will fit but it's a bit too large for you to put it in,since it's a bit too large to fit inside,you try to put it in quickly which left your mouth a small whining sound.

After you put it in,you saw Weather start to move a bit which make you stop again but you didn't pull it out yet since it's not enough for you to feel the pleasure.

Now you were riding him slowly to avoid Weather woken up and end up getting caught.

"W-Weather..." you whispers while riding him "I'm sorry I couldn't take it anymore~" you whine but this time it becomes a bit louder as you put one of your hand on his.

While you're riding him slowly you were now trying to adjust it a bit to prevent the pain but you felt that a one large hand grabs your waist.

Not realizing that Weather is finally awake,you gasped loudly as he deepen the thrust which made you chokely moan quietly.

"You know I've been waiting for this.."

He said giving you a weak small smile "I've been waiting to fuck you." His words made you froze as he stood up a bit and pushed you in the couch so he can climb on the top of you

You were holding his shoulders for support while his hand was on your waist and other one is in your ass."W-wait Weather!" You shout and groan at the same time when weather still thrust on you slowly but deep.

"What is it?"he asked as he remove his hand in your waist to hold your jaw while his thumb touching your lips."Tell me what you want and I'll grant it"he gives you a grin as he still thrusting your core

"I-I needed you to fill inside of me~" you said while moaning as he still fucking you slowly and yet too deep.

As he heard your words,his face become a cheeky grin and put his hand in your waist again."Then don't tell me to stop because I'm gonna fuck you until I fill my cum inside of you." He said as he start thrusting on you roughly which made you moan even louder.

After few hours later,he was still pounding on you harder and you feel like you were about to cum."Weather I-Im about to cu-" Weather cutted you off as he smashed his lips into yours passionately and pull it out for few second.

"Then cum,you weren't the only one." he whispers into your neck before bite and suck it giving it a hickeys or marks making you moan even louder as he thrust on you even harder.

And finally you released your cum as Weather fills his seeds inside of you and pull it out to carry you in his arms.

While Weather is holding you in his arms,you wanted to move so you can fix your clothes but you couldn't since his cum was leaking inside of you and felt tired.

You were about to sleep on his arms but you hear a footsteps coming in the music room realizing that Anasui and Emporio is finally back.

"Hey guys were ba-"

Emporio cutted himself off and his expression turns into a stunned as he saw two of you were in the couch but Anasui cover both of his eyes.

"What the hell were both of you doing in the couch at the whole time?! I know that the couch didn't get a mess but still get a damn room next time"Anasui shouts to both of you as his face turns into frustered.

You tried to cover your face with one hand as you feel embarrassed on getting caught fucking in the couch and Weather start patting your head to make you less embarrassed.

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firefly-bites · 1 year

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goddess (anasui narciso x F!reader)

Synopsis: Anasui adores you, worships you.

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, nudity, fingering, nipple play, softdom!anasui, sub!reader, cunnilingus, body worship, pet names

His eyes roamed my entire body, and I could feel his gaze as it travelled across my figure. Even in the dark, candlelit room, he seemed to drink up every last drop of my essence. The sheets below me felt cold and smelt like cologne and honey and cherries. They smelt like him. I watched as he approached the bed, his irises clouding with lust as set his hands on my hips. The digits were warm and soft, his nails perfectly manicured as they ever-so-gently dragged across my skin. He laid beside me, still fully clothed. The sensation caused shivers to slither up my back, arching as to beg of him to touch me. I wanted to feel him, every last inch of him.

"God, you're beautiful."

His voice was deep and raspy as he whispered his words against my stomach, soft lips pressing feather-light kisses up to my collarbone. A trail of pink lipstick stains freckled my abdomen and chest, remnants of his kisses contrasting against the colour of flesh. His hands trailed up and down my torso, leaving no skin untouched by his greedy warmth.

"P-Please, Anasui," I begged, my voice failing to reach louder than a quiet plead. He hummed, sending even more shivers down my vertebrae. Each movement of his was slow and meaningful, as though he was cradling a piece of shattered glass. My words were ignored as he rested his head against my clavicle, his left hand roaming downwards to where I needed him most. A fire sparked, heat rushing through me as the pinkette pressed against my lower stomach. With his other hand he undid the clasp to my bra, delicately stripping it off my shoulders and off my person.

In response to the lack of coverage, I felt him give a gentle tug at my hardened nipple, pulling a moan from my throat. "Keep doing that, pretty girl," He spoke before leaning his mouth down and latching onto one of my breasts. The feeling of both the pressure on my abdomen and his skillful tongue sent my sense haywire. His lavender eyes closed as my back arched in bliss and one of my hands threaded through his hair, trying to feel him closer to me. In the midst of my pleasure, my ears picked up a small moan leaving his lips, sending all kinds of vibrations down to my core. The fire became hotter and hotter as he continued his ministrations, kneading my stomach and giving kitten licks to my pinkened nipple. His fingers pinched and twisted at the other one, taking breaks to flick at it. My mouth rested open and every huff, moan, and tug at the roots of his mane seemed to only encourage him.

A whine filled the room as he pulled away completely, his mouth detaching with a pop. The sparks that had nearly erupted were snuffed out, leaving nothing but a throbbing ache.

"Anasui-please, I need you-"

"Shh, shh, don't worry, I'll take care of you." My whines were silenced by his comforting words, my grip on his hair loosening as he pulled back even further, crawling back on the bed so he was between my calves. His lips gently pressed against my ankle, his eyes once again closing as he worshiped my legs, kissing the smooth skin of my shins. His body moved up as he placed his hands on both sides on my hips, shuddering as his mouth moved closer to my vulva. I whimpered as he gently nipped at the inside of my thighs, sucking on the supple skin and marking me with blooming hickies. He groaned at the sight when he opened his eyes. Seeing the spots of purple littering my flesh so close to my core made him twitch in his pants.

"What did I do to deserve you?-" He questioned to no one in particular before kissing directly above my clit. My hips involuntarily bucked, sensitive from the teasing. God I needed him. His lipstick stained lips smirked against my pelvis, his warm breath stimulating me without him having to touch me. Without any hesitance, he placed another kiss directly on my nub, shocks electrifying me as his mouth moved to cup me entirely. I cried out, my chest heaving as the breath in my lungs was stolen away. He began to suck, his tongue separating my folds. The coil wound up inside of me was knotting up, slowly but surely.

I gazed down at him locking eyes with his amethyst ones.

Anasui thought he was ascending. Seeing his beloved marked by both his lipstick and his love bites, he practically moaned against her. Her face was contorted with bliss, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks flushed, mouth agape, and his personal favorite, her eyes welled with tears of pleasure. When they locked eyes, he saw an angel staring back at him. More beautiful than any creature walking on this earth. And she was his. So he would do anything in his ability to please her, to make her feel like the goddess she is.

He tilted up so he could suck on her puffy clit, bringing a finger down to massage at her cunt. Her head fell back once more, a sound of pure delight escaping her plush lips. It sounded smoother than any choir, cleaner than any song of a bird. His digit slowly circled her entrance, lightly teasing her as she bucked. When he finally inserted a digit, a wave of relief washed over her after what felt like an eternity. Her body tensed up, reveling in the way he languidly dragged his finger along her walls, pushing up as much as possible before pulling out. His suction against her clit hadn't yielded, and with the new stimulation, she was bound to unwind soon.

"More, p-please, feels s'good," she moaned, his ring finger joining his middle as the two digits pumped into her at a torturously slow pace. His sights lingered on her for another moment, drinking up every last detail of her as though he hadn't drank in years. He closed his eyes once again, fully devoting himself to her. She could feel his long fingers deep inside of her, a whine escaping when he brushed across that gummy spot. "Right there? Is that where you like it?" He asked, pulling away from her clit to question her knowing damn-well he had found her sweet spot. Her head nodded frantically, words failing to form. He began to thrust his digits faster, curling them slightly to hit the same area over and over again. He placed his mouth over her, sucking in an erratic pattern.

The cries that left her grew louder and louder the more he continued, using the thumb of his unoccupied hand to press into her abdomen, forcing a wail to release from her throat. The extreme pleasure from his mouth and hands left her breathless, the spark inside her igniting into an explosive flame. His fingers plunged inside of her as hard and fast as possible, his tongue swirling around the puffy nub making her grip the sheets in an iron grip. The coil knotting up, pulling tighter and tighter until it nearly snapped. Anasui could feel her walls clenching around him as he coaxed an orgasm from the woman above him.

She let out a silent scream as her vision blurred, colours smearing across her sight like paint on a canvas. Her walls clenched around his slim fingers as she came, gushing around his fingers as he continued to pump them inside of her, pressing and curling, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her back was arched, sweat dripping down her body in small drops as she swore heaven had welcomed her. Anasui slowly stopped, kissing a trail from her overstimulated clit to her belly button, up to her breasts and across the bone of her clavicle. Finally, he laid a deep kiss upon her lips, bringing her down from her high.

"Such a good girl, you look so pretty like this."

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#anasui #JJBA #jjba smut #jjba part 6 #anasui smut #praise #Stone Ocean #jjba oneshot #anasui narciso #anasui x reader #🌿

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miikaluv · 5 months

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severe lack of anasui smut on this app…😞

#hes so silly #my man fr #anasui #narciso anasui #anasui smut #anasui x reader #stone ocean #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos #jjba

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bbyzyyy · 11 months

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"DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?"

i just wanna give this man a big fat kiss. (sorry if this is a lil occ for him, but i just love him sm soooo idc , plus i NEEDED to write something for ghim, but again sorry :))

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jotaro grunted in response as he puffed out a cloud of smoke, so you continued, "well, not to be cringe or anything, but i do." you paused looking at him,he didnt know how you felt. you didnt want him too. jotaro was a confusing person. he never gave you a straight answer, and if you successfully get one. he clowns you, or gives you snarky man-whore response. he continues looking out into the ocean. you huff. pouting. "im not some love-sick romantic.. so at least give me an answer you old geezer !!" for one time this whole night he looks at you. you can see the corner of his lips twitch up,

"good grief women. i dont oppose to the idea, but i dont think ive experienced that y/n." how close he was by now you can smell the smoke has he talked. blush came over your face "well.. uh.. i dont think youll even get a girlfriend with that attitude!!" you stand up, jumping down the rock you sat in. walking running.. away, embarrassed for some reason, maybe it was the tone of his voice. maybe it was the way the ocean light gleamed in his eyes, and how they looked back at you with so much wonder... maybe its just because of the topic. but the way his lips looked so plump, they glistened looking kissable as ever like he was asking you to kiss him right then and there he did.

jotaro smiled to himself, watching you clumsy run away from him. he dose believe in love at first sight. continuing to smoke his cigarette. he recalls the first time he met you, watching you become nervous as you asked for his help on defeating dio.

The way you treated him with kindness, but also put him in his place at times. your a strong women to him. even though he knows you can handle things yourself he could never see you hurt. its a new side of him, everyone can tell how he acts around you. his grandfather always teases jotaro in secret.

he wants to give you the world, anything you ask for hes a simp for you in secret. walking off to his hotel room he continues to smile to himself, you are the first love hes experience. jotaro was in love with you. all because of one look.

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aphrodisiaxcunt · 2 days

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Clingy

Ermes x fem!reader smut!

I can't find the request anymore because my tumblr genuienly hates me and keeps deleting my work after I publish it. So if you requested this, I'm sorry, and please enjoy!

Also, I will be taking a little bit of time from this account to work on my secondary account. I want to get it up and running ASAP, so this one might slow down for a while!♡

Content: Nothing to do with canon, canon stresses me out, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, fluff fluff fluff, fem!reader, wlw, ♡lesbians♡

Not proofread or word counted

The sun hits your eye in an uncomfortable matter, pulling a grumble from your tired lips and making you scrunch up your nose. You your face against the tan skin of your girlfriends back in an attempt to hide from the harsh rays of light slipping into the room. Your arms wrap around to squeeze her waist, and you feel a deep breath leave her body before she turns to you and wraps her arms around your waist in return.

"You're so clingy, and I'm not even awake yet.." Ermes mutters out tiredly to complain about your tries of wrapping your every limb around her. Her complaining makes you giggle, and you press a kiss to her collarbone in an effort of hiding your laughter.

Ermes wipes the sleep from her eyes before opening them, tilting her head down to look at you better. To look at how the sun that has slipped its way to the room from between your thin curtains is dancing along your skin, giving a spotlight to all your moles and scars that run down your body. A smile creeps to her lips as she feels you plant kisses along her neck and trail your way down to her chest, pressing your face against her breasts. You're contently basking in her warmth and the lingering scent of her perfume from last night.

"Alright, get off me, I want to make coffee." Ermes says while starting to turn onto her back to sit up.

"Nu-uh.." You mumble, sitting up yourself and slipping onto Ermes' lap. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you closer as she sits up.

"Get off me."

"Make me.."

And with that whispered back talk, Ermes lays you down on the bed, pinning you against it and separating your legs from each other with her body. You giggle and try to push her off, your attempts only met by her hands holding your wrists and restraining them against the mattress. A smile twists your lips upwards, and Ermes leans down to kiss your smiling lips. You're quick to kiss her back as your eyes close and you relax. Her hands leave your wrists, and instead, they move to cup your cheeks as she kisses you. You take your chance to wrap your arms around her and begin tracing soft circles and hearts to the back of her neck.

The kiss starts building up, your lips clashing with each others tongues as you two fight for a sense of dominance over the other. Your tongues slide between the others' lips, and they wrap around one another, the bland taste of her saliva swirling in your mouth.

Ermes is the first one to break the kiss. Her hands have moved from your cheeks, and they're now lifting the fabric of your shirt up. Her kisses run down along your jawline to your neck as she pushes your shirt up over your breasts. Her hands cradle your body down from your ribs to your waist before moving back upwards. Her kisses, on the other hand, move down along your body. Her plump lips pressing into your skin as her hands trace your chest, fingers curling against the fat of your breasts.

You tilt your head back, and you can feel Ermes' hands slither into your shorts. Her digits curl to squeeze your ass before she pulls your shorts along with your panties off, tossing them to be forgotten somewhere in the corner of your room. You look down at her, and she looks up at you. Pressing her cheek against the inside of your thigh before planting a kiss on your pelvic bone right above your clitoris.

You place your hand gently to Ermes' cheek, caressing her face as she starts kissing downwards to your pussy. Her arms wrap around your thighs, pulling them around her head to keep you in place as she drags her tongue between your folds. A shiver runs down your spine, and a moan leaves your lips as Ermes' tongue moves in a familiar and repetetive motion between your legs. Starting at your entrance and licking up, and before breaking contact, the tip of her tongue flicks your clitoris and makes your legs twitch.

One of her arms leaves from your thighs, and she brings her hand below her own jaw to tease your wet pussy. Her mouth now more focused on your clit as she slowly stretches your pussy for her index- and middlefinger. A gasp escapes from your lungs and falls from your lips as you feel yourself suddenly accommodate for the intrusing fingers inside of you.

You can feel Ermes smirking against your clit as she moves her fingers out of you, only to push them back in and coil them into the soft walls of your pussy. Ermes starts moving her fingers fast inside of you, the lewd and wet noises break into your ears and the pleasure forces whiny moans out of you. She clamps her lips around your clit, sucking on it gently and making your hips flinch back, your legs locking around her head. Your hand takes a spot on Ermes' head, fingers gripping her hair against your palm and pulling her deeper against your core.

Your orgasm doesn't take long from there to overpower you. The strong wave of pleasure taking you under and making you gasp and choke for air like you're drowning. Ermes keeps her pace smooth as she fingerfucks you through your orgasm. Finally, her mouth leaves your clitoris, and slowly, her fingers make their way out of your pulsing pussy.

"That's my girl." She coos teasingly, pressing a kiss against your thigh.

You can only mumble back contently as Ermes kisses her way up to your lips. The taste of your own pussy on her lips mixes into your mouth as her tongue invades your mouth once again. You cup her cheeks, and your thumbs move over her cheekbones in a caressing motion.

This time, it's your turn to break the kiss.

"I love you, princess.."

"I love you too, Ermes.."

"Now, I'll go make myself coffee." She says with a hint of a smile painted on her lips.

"Make me a cup too.."

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:3 Hope this is good, I finished this at 3:26 a.m., so I'm reasonably tired. Hopefully, this finds the right audience. Anyways I'll slow my account a bit because I wanna get my second account up n runnin'. Mwah, xoxo

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Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

#dilftaro #jotaro kujo #stone ocean #smut #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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