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sweetener ; chapter 1

prologue

a/n: chapter one!!! ahhh thank u guys for all the love i received on the prologue more to come i promise :3

pairing:

jotaro x fem!reader

warnings: power imbalance

abuse of power?, smut

tags: sugar daddy, sugar baby, student, professor, giving / receiving (dont know what else to tag im so bad at it ;-;)

later that week, you signed a legally binding contract stating all the conditions and limits jotaro had set.

agreeing to meet him that weekend at his private apartment downtown.

as the clock ticked closer to 8 pm, your stomach was twisted in knots, anxiety and nerves overwhelming you as you showered and dressed for jotaro.

taking one last glance in the mirror, you checked your appearance to ensure you looked presentable.

satisfied, you gathered your things and hailed a cab downtown.

exchanging a quick text message letting jotaro know you had arrived, you smoothed the front of your dress, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as the elevator whisked you to the top floor.

ringing the doorbell, you were greeted by jotaro wearing a pressed button-down shirt and slacks, his broad frame filling the doorway.

inviting you inside, he led you to the kitchen where a bottle of champagne awaited in a bucket of ice.

lifting two crystal flutes from the counter, jotaro filled them and handed you a glass.

raising his drink in a toast, his cool blue eyes locking with yours as he spoke.

"to new experiences and a mutually beneficial arrangement," jotaro purred, clinking your glass before bringing the rim to his lips.

watching closely as he sipped the bubbly liquid, you took a nervous gulp, the tart sweetness dancing on your tongue as you swallowed.

jotaro placed his flute on the counter and closed the space between you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek.

"relax," he whispered. "no expectations tonight. i simply wish to enjoy your company."

taking a shaky breath, you forced a smile, his gentle touch calming your frazzled nerves.

jotaro's presence was commanding, but he was surprisingly sweet and caring, going out of his way to make you feel at ease.

"why don't we sit and get to know each other," he suggested, guiding you to the living room.

settling onto the plush leather sofa, jotaro poured more champagne and encouraged you to ask whatever questions you had.

taking another sip for courage, you decided to be direct and cut right to the chase.

"why choose me?" jotaro chuckled, amused by your boldness.

"because i admire your tenacity," he explained.

"i saw potential in you, despite financial struggles, and i'm drawn to strong, ambitious people."

he answered easily.

taking a slow drag of his cigarette, jotaro exhaled, the fragrant smoke swirling around his handsome face.

"now, tell me. what made you accept my proposal?" you hesitated, ashamed by your financial desperation.

staring into the bottom of your glass, you found the strength to voice your true feelings.

"honestly? i wanted what you offered," you confessed.

"life hasn't exactly been kind to me. i struggle every month making ends meet, and it breaks me financially and mentally."

jotaro hummed thoughtfully, stubbing his spent cigarette into an elegant ashtray.

leaning closer, his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

"would you like more champagne?" shaking your head, you returned your empty glass to the coffee table.

"something stronger," you requested, bravely locking eyes with jotaro.

smirking, he rose from the couch and poured two tumblers of scotch, handing one to you before reclaiming his seat.

swirling the amber liquor, jotaro raised his glass to your lips, encouraging you to take a sip.

gulping the fiery alcohol, you coughed, the taste and burn surprising you.

jotaro coaxed you to try more until your head swam and inhibitions vanished.

you relaxed into the couch, giggling at jotaro's playful banter, enjoying his easygoing manner as he refilled your glass repeatedly.

"stay the night," he offered.

"i'd feel terrible sending you home intoxicated."

part of you questioned his motives, wondering if jotaro expected more than innocent companionship, but the scotch coursing through your veins washed away your doubts.

nodding eagerly, you agreed, unable to resist spending more time with him.

rising unsteadily, you followed jotaro upstairs, admiring his muscular back and narrow hips as he led you to the master bedroom.

collecting a pair of silk pajamas from his armoire, jotaro instructed you to shower while he retrieved fresh towels.

stepping under the hot spray of water, you savored the luxurious soap and shampoo jotaro stocked his shower with, reveling in the high-end products you could only dream of buying.

once clean, you exited the bathroom wrapped in a plush towel, finding jotaro perched on the edge of the bed waiting patiently.

glancing at the silky pajamas neatly folded on the duvet, you shyly approached, clutching your towel nervously.

"i um, forgot clean underwear," you murmured sheepishly.

smirking, jotaro crossed the room and retrieved a lace thong and matching bralette, holding them out for inspection.

taking the delicate lingerie, you eyed him suspiciously, wondering how jotaro procured intimate clothing so quickly.

"try them," he urged. turning your back, you dropped the towel and slipped the garments on, feeling jotaro's gaze rake over your exposed skin.

jotaro closed the distance, his mouth capturing yours hungrily.

his tongue swiped your lower lip, deepening the kiss as you sighed, melting against him.

jotaro tasted faintly of champagne and spearmint, his powerful arms wrapping around you as the kiss intensified.

tearing away, you panted heavily, heat pooling in your core as jotaro smirked, his lust-filled gaze roaming your flushed body.

sitting back, jotaro patted his thigh, beckoning you to straddle him. climbing onto his lap, his firm muscles rippled beneath you, his impressive arousal pressing against your slick core.

rolling your hips, you gasped at the friction, jotaro gripping your ass roughly as you rutted against him.

slipping a hand between your bodies, jotaro stroked your dripping folds through the thin material of your panties, humming with satisfaction as you bucked against his palm.

pulling aside the damp fabric, jotaro teased your sensitive bundle of nerves, his thick digit dipping inside, stretching you open.

burying your face against his neck, you whimpered his name, grinding desperately as jotaro added another finger, pumping steadily as his thumb circled your clit.

a tight coil wound low in your abdomen, your walls fluttering as jotaro curled his digits, beckoning you toward release.

chasing your orgasm, you rocked your hips frantically, crying out as jotaro sucked a bruise above your collarbone.

the sudden sensation pushing you over the edge as euphoria washed over you. riding jotaro's skilled fingers until your thighs trembled.

removing his digits, jotaro's icy gaze held yours as he lifted them to his mouth, tasting your slick with a satisfied hum.

your pulse raced as jotaro unhurriedly stood, depositing you on the mattress. leaning against the armoire, he lit a fresh cigarette, his unspoken words filling the air.

"finish what you started." he exhaled lazily, blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling.

you slipped from the bed and dropped to your knees, pulling jotaro's swollen cock free from his slacks.

swirling your tongue around the flushed head, jotaro sucked in a sharp breath, tangling his fingers in your hair as you swiped the length.

taking him deep into your mouth, you bobbed eagerly, drool dripping down your chin as you slurped obscenely. jotaro bucked into your mouth, the smoke swirling above you as his breath grew ragged.

his thighs tensed, hips jerking erratically before he thrust into your mouth roughly, emptying down your throat with a deep groan.

swallowing every last drop, you peered up through your lashes, licking jotaro clean before returning his length to its confines, zipping his slacks while he watched.

jotaro stubbed his spent smoke and tucked a sweaty strand behind your ear.

"you're so eager to please," he praised, lifting you to your feet. standing unsteadily, jotaro slipped the soiled lace from your body and removed the pajamas, ushering you into the rumpled sheets.

climbing beneath the cool fabric, your mind swam from the scotch, lids heavy as exhaustion engulfed you.

jotaro kissed your cheek, extinguishing the light and curling against your back. the feel of his warm body enveloping yours, the scent of his sandalwood cologne and lingering tobacco sending you drifting into a deep slumber.

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sweetener ; prologue

chapter 1

a/n:

i had so much fun writing this scenario and imagining reader's financial struggles. sugar daddy jotaro to the rescue lol :P let me know what you think and check out my other fics <3

pairing:

jotaro x fem!reader

warnings: power imbalance

abuse of power?

tags: sugar daddy, sugar baby, student, professor

you stared blankly at your bank account, sighing deeply as you mentally tallied your meager income from your part-time job at the local convenience store.

just thinking about your rent for the month was making your head spin, and you couldn't even afford to splurge on a nice meal once in a while.

you could barely scrounge up enough money to pay your tuition, let alone buy the textbooks you needed for your classes.

it didn't help that your professor was taking a sabbatical leaving you with dr. kujo as your stand-in lecturer.

dr. kujo was a no-nonsense professor who seemed to have zero tolerance for late assignments or excuses.

his lectures were strict and demanding, requiring you to keep up with every word he said.

still, you couldn't deny that he was easy on the eyes, despite his grumpy demeanor.

the way his crisp, white lab coat accentuated his broad shoulders, or how his hat hid his piercing blue eyes made your heart race.

it didn't matter anyway, he probably had a gorgeous wife or husband waiting for him after class.

you sat patiently during his lecture, scribbling notes diligently when suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat.

looking up, you realized dr. kujo had called on you, and you were zoning out instead of answering.

"where is your text book?" he asked sternly, gesturing to your empty desk.

"o-oh, um..." you stuttered, blushing hard. "i couldn't afford to buy it this semester.

"i've been copying my friend's notes and trying to look up the chapters online."

dr. kujo raised a brow, his eyes softening slightly as he watched your embarrassment deepen.

"go to the library after class," he instructed.

"get a photocopy and a notebook. don't come to my class unprepared again."

you nodded eagerly, grateful that he was allowing you a second chance.

as class ended and everyone began shuffling out, you gathered your things and headed for the library, but were interrupted by a voice calling your name.

turning around, you came face to face with dr. kujo standing before you, his large hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.

"let me drive you to the library," he offered, nodding his head toward the parking lot.

you couldn't believe your luck, not only was dr. kujo tolerating your financial struggles, but now he was willing to give you a ride as well.

climbing into his sleek, black car, you admired the interior, marveling at the plush leather seats and wood trim.

everything about it screamed luxury, and you wondered if dr. kujo always drove such a beautiful vehicle.

as you arrived at the library, dr. kujo parked and turned to you, his icy gaze meeting yours.

"come to my office tomorrow afternoon," he instructed.

"we need to talk." your heart raced at his words, wondering if you were in trouble or if maybe, just maybe, dr. kujo saw potential in you.

the next day, you anxiously knocked on his office door, shifting uncomfortably as he bid you inside.

dr. kujo gestured to the chair in front of his desk, watching silently as you sat, smoothing your skirt before clasping your hands tightly in your lap.

"you struggle financially," he stated bluntly, startling you.

"how badly do you want a better life?" you blinked rapidly, unsure what he meant.

dr. kujo stood and rounded his desk, towering over you as he leaned against the edge.

your breath caught in your throat, your cheeks burning as you stared up at him.

"dr. kujo, why did you call me down here-" "jotaro," he corrected, cutting you off.

"outside of class, you can call me jotaro." you swallowed thickly, noting his intense expression.

"answer my question. how badly do you want a better life?" you chewed your lip, uncertain of his motives.

was he mocking you? making fun of your financial situation?

"i-i do. very badly," you finally replied, unable to break his gaze.

jotaro tilted his head, a faint smile forming on his lips.

"i'm willing to offer you a unique arrangement" he explained.

"i'll become your... benefactor of sorts."

your mouth fell open, realization hitting you like a freight train.

jotaro was proposing becoming your sugar daddy.

spoon-feeding you lavish gifts and spoiling you rotten in exchange for a few dates.

part of you was repulsed, ashamed that you were considering such an arrangement.

but the other part craved the lifestyle jotaro was offering, desperate to feel the finer things you never thought possible.

"what would this arrangement entail?"

you asked softly, already knowing the answer. jotaro slipped a business card onto his desk, his long fingers gently sliding it towards you.

"discuss terms and expectations with my personal assistant."

he instructed. "when you agree, you will sign a legally binding contract.

she will handle the finances and coordinate our... meetings."

you took the card and slipped it into your purse, rising to your feet slowly.

"that is if you agree, of course," jotaro added, returning to his chair behind his desk.

you smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "give me tonight to decide," you promised, excusing yourself as you left his office.

walking home, you weighed the pros and cons, torn between morals and desire.

that evening, as you rummaged through a fast food bag, struggling to budget your groceries for the week, you made your choice.

you pulled out jotaro's business card and dialed his assistant's number, excitement and shame blooming in your chest as she discussed terms and expectations.

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hii! im reena ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 〰 琴 ⁄ ⋀ ⚆ ･ ﾟ *･｡:.☆ i use she/her and I am 19

i write fan fiction and stuff like that, i just really wanted to make a blog for it. its for fun! so... thats why this blog is more like a journal for all the writing i do.

i'd appreciate it if you read my work! im always looking for feedback.

i post once or twice a week, so you'll know what to expect from my blog.

i want to make this blog for myself and the people who follow it. please be kind.

fandoms that i write for are:

-aot

-soul eater

-black butler

-my hero academia

-dragon ball super

-jojos bizarre adventure

-naruto

-kannazuki no miko

-tokyo ghoul

-hunter x hunter

-digimon

-naruto

-fairy tail

-golden kamuy

-danganronpa

-death note

do not interact list:

racists

proship

maps

ageplayers, cnc

nsfw only,

noncon, dubcon,

pedophilia

thinspo

gore

problematic ships

problematic content

sexism

misogyny

requests I won’t write:

underage

sibling incest

cannibalism

piss

scat

bestiality

abo

step-incest

sadism

non-consensual drugging

vore

porn with no plot

rape/non-con

babyplay

dub-con

please don’t request any of the things I listed above ^ thank you!

If you have any requests or anything, please ask! I will try my best to fulfill your request!

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Here is a little headcanon I have about sasuke

After the war he became a Nintendo person, not saying he didn't like Nintendo's before but since losing an arm Nintendo joy-cons are the easiest to play with

It's really a sweet idea that Sasuke began to take an interest in Nintendo games after losing his arm. With a diminished sense of touch, the soft fabric Joy-Con grips provide a good, tactile experience that allows him to continue gaming as before. While the lack of dexterity is still an occasional issue, Sasuke's new appreciation for the calming gameplay and great stories that the console provides is refreshing for the one-armed ninja. Plus, it gives him something to focus on during his recovery process. It's a gentle distraction, and one that brings him a sense of solace and hope while healing. And who doesn't love Pokemon, Kirby, or Legend of Zelda? If you have a Nintendo Switch, start downloading away and share the fun with your favorite armless ninja!

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A Little R & R

pairing: fem!reader × joseph

characters: joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli

words: 1,286

content warnings: metions of nazis and nazism, mentions of blood and violence

tags: fluff, slight nsfw?

rating: m

a/n: none

ask away

You're first encounter with Joseph Joestar was far from a romantic one.

As a nurse who was assigned to the London Hospital you were no stranger to blood and gore, as well as the horrid sights of war.

As a nurse, you'd seen the same wounded soldiers, over and over again.

However, despite the horrible images you had witnessed, you still kept your emotions in check, always remaining calm and composed as you did your work.

After all, if you were to break down, who would care for the poor soldiers?

You couldn't do that to them... And yet, for some reason, that man had managed to make you lose your composure in ways you'd never expected.

"What a mess..." You murmured to yourself as you set aside the ruined trousers to dispose of them.

After being attacked by a Nazi soldier, Joseph had sustained an injury to his abdomen and it seemed that the stitches you had carefully sewn into him would soon become undone.

You glanced over at the wounded man, watching his face as he continued to sleep.

You knew that his wounds were nothing serious, and yet you couldn't help but worry over him.

You'd seen soldiers die from smaller injuries that would have easily been healed if treated early on.

But in your experience, they had died in vain, their injuries being for nothing.

It was as if the war wanted to claim as many lives as possible...

You sighed and turned your attention back to the patient before you, trying to focus on the task at hand.

As you did this, you could hear Joseph stir as he began to wake up. Your eyes widened in alarm as you looked down at him.

"You shouldn't be waking up yet!" You scolded lightly, giving him a stern look.

He blinked and lifted his head, glancing around in a daze. "Where...?" Joseph murmured, his words slurred from sleep.

He was clearly still exhausted from his injury, and it took him a few moments before he could fully gather his wits. "You're at London Hospital.

You were injured in an attack..." You explained, setting aside the bloodied cloth that was once his uniform, which was stained with his blood.

"It looks like you re-opened your stitches..." You moved closer, your

fingers gently touching the wound to see how deep the gash was. "Luckily, I was able to get them back in place."

You replied with a sigh of relief. "However, you shouldn't be moving around so soon after an injury like this. It's too early for you to be moving about."

You stood up and moved over to the sink, rinsing the blood off your hands. "I'll need to give you a stronger dose of anesthesia, as well as a stronger dose of antibiotics. After that you should be good to go..."

You were quiet for a few moments before turning to face him. "Who dressed me? I was fully clothed when I got here..." He murmured as he looked around the room.

You raised a brow and crossed your arms. "Well, who else would it be?" You replied, giving him a puzzled look.

"You were bleeding badly, and we didn't have time to fetch someone to stitch you up. I did it myself."

You admitted as you looked away in embarrassment, a slight flush rising on your cheeks.

Joseph was quiet for a few moments before he let out a soft chuckle, which caused you to look at him in surprise.

"Well, you certainly know how to keep a man in check." He replied with a grin, causing you to blink in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're a real beauty, but you have such a mean attitude!" He exclaimed as he sat up in the bed.

"I never would've thought you had such a sharp tongue!" He remarked with a smile.

You gave him a look of disbelief, your mouth gaping open. How could he even think that...?

You had sewn him up and saved his life. Of course, he should be thanking you, not calling you mean!

"I have a question for you," He added. "Did you fall for me yet? I know I'm bit of a messiah for women."

"What?! No!" You immediately denied, shaking your head. "I don't see anything attractive about you."

"Hey!" He exclaimed with a pout, "I'm pretty darn handsome if you ask me!"

You just rolled your eyes, turning your back to him as you moved to gather the needed supplies.

"You're pretty insufferable for a man who just came out of surgery." You grumbled, not bothering to look at him.

You felt him move behind you and you sighed in irritation, turning to face him.

"What now? I swear, you're worse than a child." You sighed, giving him an exasperated look.

"I just wanted to look at you is all." He replied with a shrug, his eyes roaming over your figure as you held his gaze.

You let out another sigh and turned back around, busying yourself with your task.

You heard him get up out of bed, but you ignored it, knowing he was going to do as he pleased.

However, to your surprise, he appeared beside you, leaning against the counter.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked as he peered down at you.

"Because you're being annoying." "Aren't I allowed to speak to my savior?"

You gave him another annoyed look and pushed him away, shooing him off as you moved back to the bed.

"Get back into the bed!" You watched him go, noting how he slowly made his way back to his spot and you shook your head in disbelief.

"You really are incorrigible." You murmured, grabbing a cloth and running it under the water before returning back to Joseph's side.

He flinched when the cloth made contact with his wound, but he remained still as you wiped away the dried blood.

"Now lie back," You instructed as you leaned over him to get a better look at the stitches.

You glanced at him, your eyes roaming over his features. His dark hair had fallen in front of his eyes and he had a handsome face.

His features were soft and yet, his expression was hard and stern. As you gazed at him, you began to realize why he had been such a popular figure before the war...

"I see why you became popular with women..." You said quietly, not realizing you'd spoken aloud.

You blushed and averted your eyes from his as you realized that he'd heard you.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean you have a nice face." You murmured as you looked back at the stitches, trying to distract yourself from the awkwardness of the situation.

"Is that a compliment? I didn't know you had a soft side."

He joked. "Well, if that's the case, why not join me in this bed and I'll show you what else I can do with this handsome face of mine."

You flushed deeply at his words, causing you to hit him over the head with a rolled-up sheet.

"Stop being crude! You're making this even more embarrassing!" You groaned.

"That's not a no," He teased.

"It's a no!" You retorted, hitting him once again.

"You're mean!" He whined, rubbing the spot you'd hit.

You were about to hit him yet again, when you heard the sound of footsteps outside of the door, and you quickly set aside the rolled-up sheet before hurrying out of the room.

It was doctor Caesar Zeppeli. He gave you a quizzical look.

"I thought I heard someone out here... Are you finished with the patient?" He asked, glancing behind you.

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Jjba shenanigans pt2 :)

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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendency Deleted Scene

Hell Climb Pillar Test

If you feel familiar with this scene, yes, it is inspired by that Zidane and Garnet scene from Final Fantasy IX 😆

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IM BAWLING 😭 PLEASE LET THIS DRAMA BE A HAPPY ENDING NETFLX

Whenever one life ended, I would say the same prayer. I would pray that this life would be my last. Or that my memories would never return, but I said a different prayer that time.

SEE YOU IN MY 19TH LIFE (2023) - E01: Happiness, Sadness, Pity and Joy

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cant stop thinking of these fucking shades

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okay now back to re8 posting

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beans

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