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[sinfulauthorwrites]

Kinktober 2024 Day 20: A/B/O

I’ve never written A/B/O before, but I remembered I had this art by diymivokin saved to my laptop (which I went on quite a wild goose chase to find the OG post!), so I thought it would be an excellent opportunity to write it for the first time. I hope I did our Hamon boys justice! :DDD

🩵 Many thanks to @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for the prompts list! 🩵

Ship: CaeJose

Word count: 124

Applicable Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Joseph Joestar, Omega Caesar Zeppeli, Nesting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Pheromones, Omega Pretending to Be an Alpha, Clothing Kink (Vaguely), Joseph Joestar Being a Little Shit, Young Joseph Joestar, Bisexual Caesar Zeppeli (Joseph is too, just not explicitly confirmed), POV Third Person Omniscient

The scent of Omega pheromones was unmistakable, leading Joseph’s senses down to the dormitories of Air Supplena Island. The smell was palpable, leading directly to… Caesar’s room. That damn casanova! He’s already brought a woman here. I’m sure that’ll get him into trouble!

The door was slightly ajar, giving Joseph the perfect opportunity to expose him. Rather than finding a Venetian with him when he slammed open the door, it was only Caesar. Caesar in a pile of Joseph’s clothes, panting heavily as his face flushed a deep red.

Joseph was startled by the so-called “Alpha” hiding in a nest of his garments. “...So, you’re an Omega.” He gathered himself, his agape mouth turning into a smirk. “That’s not what you told me, Caesarino~”

Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!

[nishikiliker]

caejose ANGST fic... (img cred @/bloody-starr)

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: you ride Joseph Joestar’s face

character: Joseph Joestar, female reader

rating: NSFW. minors DNI.

Imagine…

Despite your protests, Joseph insisted he wanted you to sit on his face.

You objected saying you’d much rather lie on your back if he wanted to go down on you, but he wasn’t having it.

“When I say I want you to sit on my face, babe, I mean it. Besides could you imagine a more handsome seat for you. Honestly?” He had gave you his mischievous grin that was so gorgeous sometimes it made you ache.

So of course…you said yes.

Now, he is underneath you. You sit astride is face, positioned so you are resting your hands on his strong pecs and looking at the rest of his naked body. You try to touch his throbbing cock, hard and neglected and leaking precum across his lower stomach but he swats your hand away.

He had made it clear beforehand this was suppose to be all about your pleasure.

Soon, he has you whining and whimpering at the way he enthusiastically laps at your folds and teases your sensitive clit. He sucks hard suddenly and you throw your head back, your hands rest on his firm pecs as your arch your back.

Suddenly, he pulls away from your core.

“FUCK!” He groans loudly, causing you to shiver. “You taste so good, baby. Goddamn.”

He slaps your ass hard and you moan at how good it feels, any pain quickly transforming into endorphins that make you tremble. He grabs your ass with his big, calloused hands and spreads your cheeks apart.

You blush terribly, feeling so exposed to him but some part of you loves being this vulnerable to him.

“Oh my god!” He moans, “You’re dripping me for me.”

Any response you had is quickly lost as his mouth latches on to your engorged clit as two thick fingers press inside your swollen pussy. He curls his fingers in just the right way to stimulate from the inside as he continues his torturous licking of your clit

You rock your hips against his face, really riding him and it only prompts him to chuckle and increase his pace on you. Your thighs begin to shake and you feel the sparks of the pleasure to come deep within your belly

It all becomes too much. The sound of his moans as he worships your pussy. The feeling of his fingers filling you up. The added friction of your own hips grinding against his face. The rush of orgasm ignites within you, setting fire to your entire body.

Joseph works you through your high never stopping his fingers inside you or the suction of his mouth on your clit.

You clutch onto his waist as you cry out. You watch his cock twitch and somehow grow even harder as you moan. You shake and pant as the high leaves you, but you know you could go again.

You don’t care if he’s said this was all about you.

You need to taste him.

You need to give him as much pleasure as he’s given to you.

You lay down on him, already feeling electrified at the way his muscled body presses against your soft curves.

You take his thick length in your hand and begin to stroke him.

“Couldn’t resist me any longer cou— OH GOD!”Joseph’s smug words quickly turn to a groan as you take him fully into your hot mouth.

You use your hand to works his base as you hollow your cheeks and press your tongue along the bottom of his cock. You go until your cheeks ache and part from him with lewd pop of your mouth.

“Your next line is, ‘god, I love you…” you tease, before kissing his tip.

“God!” He moans, his hands gripping your hips, lost in the pleasure you’ve given him, “I love you….hey, wait! Th-that’s my thing!”

You laugh before taking him once more.

[danddymaro]

Staying In | Kars x Reader

big boy stays with you

Sweet stuff.

Word count: 352

Staying In

Kars watched as you continued to sleep through the night, unperturbed by any of his movements, at an ease he hadn't thought could be possible near someone like him.

-For a prey like you to be so trusting ; there was certainly some sort of amusement there for him to muse over.

But of course, he wasn't too surprised.

You were the exception to many of his doubts, a constant reminder of how beautiful humans could be.

-You were truly a rarity to come across, and he appreciated your very existence, as he did most creatures that basked under the sun.

His large hand lightly ghosted over your head, occasionally petting you with a contemplative sigh as he considered slipping out of your home again.

The illumination of the forgiving moon called out to him as it was the only time he could explore freely. His old friend smiled down at him, luring him, yet he resisted.

You wouldn't be aware, only slightly upset when you saw him again, but too grateful to have him return to dwell in it.

He knew you well enough to know that you wanted more time with him, you were sentimental and needy in that way.

-Not that he minded much.

After all, It's the custom as he's never stayed longer than a few gracious hours. Though, he's been willing to extend that time lately.

You're fortunate to have claimed a part of his heart, a piece that was growing furthumore as time progressed.

"I suppose…" he murmurs as he leans down, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he takes a second longer to consider his options before ultimately deciding to stay.

" These few hours will belong to you," he declares with a touch of gentle delight before it takes him a moment to settle, to try and fit close to your smaller frame as he tests out holding you close, your entire body shifting in silent complience he finds to his favor.

If he were inconsiderate, he'd let out a hearty laugh as you immediately cuddle close to him, clutching his hand to your chest and between your two arms that hold it lovingly.

"My precious little gem," he softly says as he holds you from behind, cocooning you with his larger body and falling waves of plum that gently caress your skin.

"I'll stay with you longer,"

[a-998h]

I wonder how the Battle Tendency crew would react to a friendly Himbo! Pillar Man! male reader who was the only survivor and last of his kind? No one, not even reader, knows how he survived. But, he somehow did. He's usually happy all the time and sometimes jokes about his trauma but he can get serious if needed. He wants revenge against Kars for killing his family.

Reader after telling his tragic backstory: Isn't that crazy? 😄

Caesar, straight up flabbergasted and mortified: Wha- I- How the hell are you even alive?

Reader: I have no idea! 😃

Lisa Lisa: Have you heard of someone called Kars?

Reader: Kars? *face goes dark while he poses dramatically in true Pillar Man fashion* I have not heard that cursed name in years.....

I love this idea. Himbo reader is best reader.

Joseph and Speedwagon were still trying to cope with everything that just happened, beating Sanvento, the pillar men's connection to the stone masks, and the death of Von Stroheim. They returned to New York and reunited with Erina, before heading to Italy.

He befriends Ceaser, meets his mentor Lisa Lisa, and begins hamon training. Things are going great, but of course life has to throw a massive wrench in the way in the form of a another pillar man.

Your stony body was quite the shock for Suzi Q to find, she ran and reported it to Lisa Lisa. You were stared at, everyone worried. If you awakened, you could kill them all. But, something compelled them to drag you to a shaded area where you awakened. They were on guard, but you didn't attack, instead you freaked out and raised your hands in surrender.

"I come in peace humans!" You exclaim.

They don't believe you, they think you're going to attack the second they turn their backs. Lisa Lisa activities her hamon, and you smile?

"Wait, members of the hamon yribe survived?!" You ask in shock, not angry but happy, like an excited puppy.

The group looks confused and have you explain yourself.

Caesar, straight up flabbergasted and mortified: Wha- I- How the hell are you even alive?

Reader: I have no idea!

Lisa Lisa: Have you heard of someone called Kars?

Reader: Kars? *face goes dark while he poses dramatically in true Pillar Man fashion* I have not heard that cursed name in years.....

They ask you to explain.

" Kars attacked, me and my people, we fought against him. I ended up being stabbed after he slaughtered them, I had attacked with more vigor but I still got injured. I remained entombed for centuries until I met you all, Isn't that crazy?" You explained.

"Final question, are you with us, or against us?" Joseph asks.

"With you all the way, friends!" You declare.

Lisa Lisa

Pleasantly surprised by you friendly demeanor

Glad you're not planning to kill them

She feels kind of bad for you

You both bond over losing loved ones

When she sees you act dumb... she is so confused

You are an ancient powerful being that could kill them all, but you stand out in the rain not moving

She doesn't know who's more ditzy, you or Suzi Q

She finds some of you antics funny

Catches you traning at night, is proud of you for trying to get better

Has a list of things you can do and touch in her house... it's a small list

Doesn't laugh at you or mocks you

Thinks your heart makes up for you lack of brain power

Tries to act as a therapist for you and your trauma

Is kind of like a mom to you

Lisa Lisa: Reader when did you eat today?

Reader: *bright smile* Last week!

Lisa Lisa: *facepalms* Dear, let's get you breakfast.

Reader: ok 😁

^ these kind of interactions are daily

She ruffles your hair and laughs with you

She gets a little nervous when you start ripping into Kars

Wonders where the soft kind Pillar Man she loves went

Teaches you how to act in the world

Joseph Joestar

You're his new best friend

You two are a Josuke and Okuyasu type duo

He enjoys your friendliness

Thankful you were not planning to kill them

Is a little worried about you

When you joke about your trauma... he doesn't laugh

Wants to help you

Asks you about your family to make you feel better

Is willing to spar with you in the middle of the night... sometimes

Teaches you how to adapt to the modern world

Teaches you a few things he knows

Feels bad that you lost everything to Kars

Whenever you do something dumb, he questions how you survived centuries

Calls you "Love" and "Handsome" but you don't understand the flirting

Is annoyed with how dense you are

"You're as dense as the rock you were trapped in!" Becomes a common phrase he uses with you

You two are peas in a pod

Ceaser Zeppeli

He doesn't trust you

You're something that could kill them all, so he doesn't trust you at all

It's only after he sees how dumb you that he starts to let his guard down, only a little

Your "coping skills" makes him a bit worried

Tries to keep his distance but your friendly nature draws him in

Once he trusts you, he tries to be the older brother to you

Also teaches you things about the world

Is horrified by your story, and the way you joke about it

It takes him a bit to realize your jokes are your "coping skills"

He is proud of your warrior spirit

Wishes he could spar without one of you getting hurt

"Sei un idiota!" This something he commonly says to you whenever you've done something dumb

He calls you "second Joseph"

Tries to help you cope in a proper way

Is now a friend of yours

Feels your hate for Kars and wants to help you get revenge

[lady-of-endless]

do u have any nsfw hc’s of wamuu?🥺

Wamuu x reader headcanons (NSFW)

Author's Note: This request satisfied my old fascination with Wamuu, thank you for the nostalgia. Hope you'll enjoy it!

- Being a warrior and having Kars and Eisidisi as masters, is not easy. All of his ancient life, he had to train rigorously, follow orders, and just fight. His dedication was towards this and only this for a very long time. He has neglected fantasies because of it and he knows it but never that would be a problem.

- He does not understand the outfits humans wear nowadays. However, he won't say a thing about such a superficial aspect. However, if one day you decide to wear something similar to his outfit to get a reaction from him, suddenly this aspect makes him go through interesting emotions. Note, if you wear something blue, cobalt blue, he'll be speechless. It's his favorite color after all.

- He knows that he's different from Eisidisi and Kars but that gets obvious to you when you see him get so careful with you in bed. He takes pride in his size and stature but not now, when he's with you and you look as fragile as porcelain. He goes slow at the start, painfully slow for him, for your sake.

- His love language is mainly words of affirmation and that goes into the bedroom as well. Praise and encouragement are abundant in the bedroom.

- He is definitely a soft dom who would never try the role of someone below. Wamuu wants to take care of you and your needs but he expects you to behave accordingly.

- Whenever he gets turned on, because he wants to look like he's keeping his composure, the only way to let you know about his needs is by looking at you intensely while subtly playing with the ring from his lower lip.

- He always thought he was into degradation, humiliation, and roughness, especially with a human, but turns out he's not. One look at you and how your eyes shine with excitement as you look up at him and he knows he's unable to do such a cruel thing to you.

- However, he might be into corruption and brat-taming. Corruption as in getting you to do something against your principles. He is getting such a dangerous surge of power seeing you submit to him and his requests. Brat taming comes as a revelation after you decide to tease him, provoke him all day long and all he wants to do is to punish you for it.

- Because he used to live hundreds of thousands of years ago, he doesn't fully grasp the concept of aftercare. But without asking, after those intense moments, he likes to lay in bed next to you, wrap you up, and keep you warm as he opens up about his past. Unfortunately, this big warrior will fall asleep fast but do it while having you in his arms.

- Will never accept you to leave marks on him and vice versa. Why? Because he does not want his masters to know that he has finally given in. Not because he might look weak, he knows his worth, but because he does not want to share anything that's going on between you and him behind closed doors. However, Kars will know everything.

- His enhanced stamina, ability and senses are some things you should prepare for. He does not hurt you intentionally but it's hard for him to contain himself when it comes to claiming you.

- More vocal than you expected. No, he doesn't moan, whimper, or whisper phrases. He growls, grunts, and gets unintentionally aggressive. All because of trying so hard to hold back.

- Regarding kinks, you will have to open his eyes to this whole concept. He is curious but judgemental of some. That is until he tries them out because he will try them all out with you. He discovers that his favorites are dominant, primal (hunter), rigger, experimentalist, and voyeur.

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello there! 🖤 here for the Kars Brainrot we were talking about! Could I please request Kars with a S/O that just loves being protected by him? Or in general when he gets protective? Bc that's honestly both cute and hot asf, thank you sm sm, words can't thank you enough for what you do for us, your writing def makes people day's better! 🖤

Kars with an s/o who loves to be protected by him

notes - omg hi!! you are such a sweetheart, you don't understand how happy i get when i see you in my askbox! i love getting requests from you so so much. and yes omg kars is just SO FINE AND FOR WHAT?!?! I want a big man to scoop me up like he can omfg. i hope you don't mind that I made these into headcanons! i just thought i could fit a lot more in there!! have an amazing week and stay super hydrated <3 sending lots of love!!

fr tho he does not need to be this stunning omfg

okay so this happened to you once

you were just walking around outside while the pillar men were just conversing about something important. you didnt want to be annoying or in the way, so you stepped out for a bit. well, that's when something went to attack you. you thought you were all alone, so you panicked a bit. you ducked your head and buried it in your hands. and then when you peeked, you found kars was standing above you and absolutely obliterated whatever it was that wanted to attack you. you couldnt help but blush because omfg wow. he's a big handsome man and is towering over you to protect you, how can you not be madly in love???

but after that, you loved when he would protect you

you wouldnt purposely get in the way of danger, but you could admit, when it did happen, you would get all blushy when you would find that kars is just above you and willing to protect you

and since you're so small compared to him, he loves just like carrying you around

it's faster that way, he says

you just find yourself in his arms a lot and you cant help but love it lmaooo

sometimes he'll call you a dumb human or something after you have a dangerous interaction, but he's always checking to see if you got any scratches or injuries and ends the checkup with a kiss on the forehead

if you scare him too much though, he will lecture you and then tell him that you have to stay by his side at all times

he will grab your hand and never let go

but always expect kisses when he gets nervous that you were going to get hurt

omg i cant this was just perfect, literally i wanna be y/n so bad rn omfggggg

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[silly-l1ttle-guy]

THERE IS SO LITTLE SANTANA FICS HOLY SHIT

SANTANA IS MY WITTLE GUY MY WITTLE BABY I NEED MORE SANTANA FICS

[marsipaniscool]

I have to ask about your thoughts on how kars was radicalized because i've seen the wham post and now I'm curious

:D! okie dokie! 1.7k words of young kars angst is served hot and ready! also slight esikars in part 2 ! :) TW: brief description of violence [1/2] under the cut for length

(I will be assuming that Kars' former tribe is the only pillar tribe on earth, I simply haven't thought about other tribes :,) ) SO let's start with just a general overview of Kars' life. He's 103,000 years old, according to the wiki. It's mentioned several times, both directly and indirectly (Wamuu and Santana's ages now vs. when they were shown to have been taken at infancy), that the pillar tribe was only slaughtered by Esidisi and Kars 10,000 years ago. So, that's 93,000 years Kars spent with his tribe being abused and chastised.

The pillar tribe was a small and tight-knit community with few distinctions politically, economically, or socially. This social wealth fostered an attitude of peace towards nature, humans, and themselves. The tribe had long made peace with their inability to bask in the sun, fostering a story similar to that of Abrahamic Adam and Eve. A group of pillar people upset the sun god, and, as punishment, their people were banished from the sun for all eternity. Surviving the night of life was necessary for the light of the afterlife.

Kars, when he came of age, followed in his family's footsteps and became an apprentice to his father in natural philosophy, with a focus on medicinal alchemy. He didn't mind, having had an interest in science for as long as he could remember. His parents, masters of the subject, lovingly fostered this interest. Every star and constellation, every planet, every asteroid band, everything in the night sky he knew. He knew the clouds too—that odd shade of grey. He wasn't fond of them very much; they blocked out the stars.

It started with irritation at having to rush miles into the forest surrounding the temples at dusk, just to hope to get to the blossoms he needed for his latest project. He often failed, the flowers long since pruned by the creatures of the light. Even a scrap of a petal seldom remained for Kars.

That irritation became anger when the humans who worshiped them would have sun-kissed skin, and the children would still smell of the ocean waves. They'd laugh and tell stories of how warm and lovely it was. He rushed out into the evening one day, as soon as it was safe, only to feel heat boil in his chest as the air around him grew colder, no longer warmed by the sun. To indulge in the sun, all of it, to be able to feel the warmth on his skin and to be burned, if even for a moment, was all he desired. He wanted to pick the flowers and the fruits that flourished during the day and feel the life flow through them—life given by the sun.

It bothered him greatly that he came from the flesh of the earth, the same as any creature, yet he and his people are the only ones to be cursed like this. He doesn't understand why they're so complacent or why they're so accepting of their fate in the darkness.

First, he goes to his father, the man who spoiled him and loved him his entire life. He paces around frustratedly, hands running through his hair, horns fully protruding, and lets out centuries of buried anger. His father stops him mid-sentence with a hand, laughing loudly.

"The sun isn't a friend, nor is it a foe. It's not something to be feared nor conquered. It simply is not our dominion. While the moon doesn't hurt the humans that worship us, many fear it and the darkness it heralds. They tell stories of monsters, of horrific demonic creatures in the night. The sun is their dominion, as the moon is ours."

Kars went to the elders, only to be met with recommendations to visit the tribe's shaman and to be induced into a lengthy meditation with their moon goddess.

He was infuriated now. Why didn't anyone understand? Whenever he brought up concerns he deemed worthwhile, they were dismissed with, "This is just how things are!"

Word spread quickly among the small tribe, with the older men coming to mock him every morning and evening when he would head out to see the last rays of the sun peaking over the horizon. It escalated to outright mockery wherever he would go. At meals: "Is this food as warm as the sun?" Whenever he would wear jewelry of the sun, he was boisterously, cruelly laughed at, and had it ripped off of him. He used to love wearing gold, the colour of the sun; it complimented his hair and complexion so well, he thought. His tribe laughed at him and dirtied his garments with mud, rotted meat, and whatever vile fluids and liquidy things that were within reach. Black was the colour of the night, and it didn't show the stains. He started wearing his hair up, first in braids, then in buns, then in his wraps. He was tired of it getting mucked up, tangled, yanked, and abused.

One night he entered the galley, and as he stood on the stone pedestal overlooking the table, he realised there was no seat for him. He left as silent as he came.

[joujouyn]

Can you please write a Yandere pillar men x Fem reader fic?

YOOHOO GUESS WHO😍😍

Your prayers have been answered dear YNs for WE ARE BACK💗💗💗🥰🥰🥰 I know all of you were counting down the days till another cuntwrenching story and we are finally here to deliver pookies🥺🥺

This one is dedicated to this lovely YN🌸 hope we did your vision justice🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💕💕🫘

Pt. 1 Yandere!Pillar Men x Fem!Reader

Kars and Wamuu are included in this one🥺🥺🥺😍😍😍🌹🌹🌹

TW‼️: mentions of stalking😈😈, farts, cocaine?, STEAMY🔥🔥🔥🥵

KARS

WAMUU

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Kars x Fem! OC (Ivy Joestar) Part 2

A week passed for Ivy in captivity…. Or, at least it felt like a week. She couldn’t tell the difference between night and day with the windows boarded up, and the Pillar-men gave no indication either. They would leave her locked up for hours without warning, only to return so Kars could fuck Ivy senseless. Ivy’s only comforts were that her attraction to Kars was overwhelming, and also that the sex they had seemed to be more of a breeding ritual, in which case he wouldn’t hurt her too irreversibly (if he truly wanted to successfully have her give birth to his heirs like he had mentioned before). Ivy felt like she was going insane, longing for Kars to return whenever he’d leave. And when he was there, submitting to his every demand. Even while he talked with Esidisi and Wamuu about the red stone of Aja, he would beckon for her to sit at his feet so he could stroke his fingers through her hair, like she was his lapdog. She would refill his wine, and massage the tense muscles in his back, but what she loved most was simply to listen to Kars talk. Without a doubt, he was extremely intelligent (beyond any human she’d met).

“What are you thinking about, pet?” Kars asked, tilting her chin up with his fingers and meeting her gaze with mild interest.

“I-i…. I just was thinking about…. How I wish I could get fresh air.” Ivy lied. Her mind was on a very different track, although fresh air would be nice too…

“Hmnnn.” Kars seemed thoughtful for a second. “Lies should only be spoken if there truly is something important you have to hide. Don’t be wasteful in your deceit, little one.” He spoke, gripping her chin a bit harder than Ivy cared for, but she knew better than to protest.

“Please forgive me… Lord Kars.” She whispered, a shiver going down her spine.

Kars’ mouth twitched into a wicked smirk as he released his grip, and turned to leave. Ivy eyed the mark he had cut into her, tears welling up in her eyes. It had begun healing, but the depth of it would most definitely leave a scar in the shape Kars had intended. “Please don’t leave…” she said suddenly.

Kars stopped in his tracks, then laughed smugly (a sound Ivy had only dreamed of hearing). “Poor girl, are you really so needy?” His words were sympathetic in a way his tone didn’t match. “Come with me then. It’s a clear night tonight, perfect for charting stars.”

Ivy followed, puzzled. She wondered what the catch was, but remained silent as Kars lead her down a passageway and unlocked the door to the outside. “Don’t try anything stupid, pet.” Kars said, unsheathing the silvery bone blades that came from his arms. Ivy stood next to him obediently, breathing in the fresh night air of Rome Italy. She looked up at the great array of stars and the waxing moon shining above them. It was cold, but she couldn’t complain, especially not when Kars began explaining the Nahuatl words for different constellations and stars.

“I charted every star that I witnessed, before my slumber of many lifetimes.” Kars said proudly. “In a way, it’s the only easily recognizable feature of this world. Civilizations fade and humans have changed, but the stars still look down on everything with beautiful indifference.” His voice was soft, low, like liquid metal in its cold appeal.

Ivy stepped a bit closer to Kars, her gaze now on him and no longer on the stars. She wanted him so badly, even though she’d had him in just about every sexual way possible. She wanted him to love her. To kiss her. To understand her feelings….

Kars turned from the stars, and met her gaze. He sheathed his arm-blades, retracting them back into his skin, then placed his hand on her breasts, right over her heart. Ivy’s soul melted with happiness. Then Kars spoke.

“Tsk tsk. You reek of love, woman. Don’t be mislead into thinking I’m into human foolishness.” He said mockingly.

He removed his hand from her chest, and dragged her back inside the boarded up building. Ivy felt like a rag-doll in his grasp. He locked the door behind her and pulled her into the back room down the hall where the beds were. Despite his words she couldn’t help but feel a feverish need to be satisfied romantically.

Kars ordered Ivy to bring him wine from the shelves at the back of the room, while he reclined on the bed. He watched her bring it to him, flashing her a judgmental look when her hands shook as she handed him the full glass. Ivy blushed, watching Kars sip on the wine, waiting patiently by his side for him to finish. When he was done, he set the glass aside and laid back, staring at the ceiling. Ivy took her place at the foot of his bed like she had every time Kars slept.

Her dreams were pure torment. Nightmare after nightmare came, and she felt she couldn’t break free from this cycle. Ivy dreamt of losing her brother Joseph, and of Kars abandoning her.

She was on the edge of a snowy cliff in this dream…. One shift in her stance and—-Ivy cried out, slipping and feeling the ground crumble beneath her. Joseph called out and ran in her direction but it was too late…. She was falling rapidly towards rocks that would break every bone in her body. Then she felt warmth on her skin… perhaps the sun? No… this warmth felt like an embrace from behind. Ivy gasped, waking up abruptly. Everything was gone, her eyes taking in the dim room around her. Except… the warmth was still there, and… she glanced down, her suspicions confirmed. She was lying parallel to Kars, her back to him and his strong arms around her waist. She felt her distress replaced by confusion and relief. Ivy couldn’t believe he was holding her, simply holding her in his arms. No agenda, no trickery. In that moment he was almost… human again. She sighed softly, leaning back into his body. Kars muttered something in what Ivy assumed was more of old Nahuatl dialect. ‘He must be asleep…’ she thought, a little smile creeping onto her lips. God she loved him.

She drifted off to sleep again as well, this time without any nightmares.

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[sinfulauthorwrites]

Kinktober 2024 Day 10: Scissoring

🩵 Many thanks to @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for the prompts list! 🩵

Ship: Lisa Lisa x F!Reader

Word count: 105

Applicable Tags: Scissoring, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Begging, Teasing, POV Second Person

Lisa Lisa’s hands spread your legs open, guiding you as you lay beneath her and grind your mound into hers. “Just like that, dear. You’re such a good girl for me~” Her long hair cascades down her chest and back, strands of it straying into her face as she moans in pleasure.

You can’t help but throw your head back and moan, the pressure on your clit setting your nerve ablaze with arousal. “Please, don’t stop~!” you cry, rutting harder against the older woman above you.

She tuts, stilling your legs and preventing you from chasing after your orgasm. “Patience is a virtue, my love.”

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[nishikiliker]

hi please read my 50k catholic guilt caesar lives au fic PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (18+)

[jojoflowrr]

You’re such a tease.

Ceasar Zepelli.

>Reader: Female

>Smut 18+

"What are you doing out here, during this pouring rain hmm?" He stands at the front porch, your back turned away from him. "You're going to get sick."

You were soaked, the feeling of cold rain on your skin always calmed you down. recently, you had been feeling a sense of dissatisfaction considering your love life. As someone who always wanted to find "the one" you never had any luck.

"I just needed a breath of fresh air." You answered, clutching your shivering body with your arms. When you felt hands around your waist.

"Well come on, let's get you out of the rain. I know your cold." As he leads you inside, Ceasar takes off his jacket, wrapping it around your body. You speak, "Same old casanova." Holding your hand he guides you to your room.

"What can I say? I'm just a hopeless romantic." He smirks as his eyes travel along your shivering body. Your soaked clothing let him see all your curves, and black laced bra.

"You know, maybe we should have some fun while we're here." Caesar whispered into your ear, His hot breath warming up your cold body.

Biting your lip, "Joseph and Lisa Lisa are outside, they can walk in at any moment.."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your quiet."

Ceasar leans in, kissing you deeply he pushes you up against the wall. Trailing kisses down your neck and unbuttoning your shirt.

You place your hands on his shoulders, moving your neck for him to explore. "You're not good for me Caesar.." You told him, as much as you needed the pleasure the aftermath would curse you.

"Oh but I am.."

Caesar shuts you up, his tongue follows your chest, as he gets closer to your stomach. Placing kisses on you while unbuttoning his pants. "You know you want me." Caesar picked you up and pulled you onto his bed.

Climbing on top of you, pulling down your pants and underwear. His fingers tracing your body. He nibbles and licks along your lower stomach. He caressed your body like no one had before.

Caesar could be with any girl he wants, shit, he already has girls lined up for him. You knew it wasn't a good idea to get with someone like him, but that only made you want him even more. You had always felt the tension.

Caesar smirks as he positions himself at your wet entrance. You bit your lip in anticipation. With each inch that slides inside of you, His face expresses pleasure. "You feel so good, doll." he pants, his hands gripping your sides.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts inside of you. Your lips touched his once again, as you moaned into his mouth. With a fierce grunt, Caesar thrusts harder into you. "You like it rough don't you doll?"

The sensation of your tight walls squeezing him drove his over the edge. As your moans got louder, he covered your mouth with his hand.

As you reach your climax, Caesar's thrusts become even harder and faster. His hips slam into you. "I'm gonna cum," He grunts as he pulls out and his seed falls onto your stomach.

Panting heavily, Caesar collapses against you, his hot breath on your skin. "That was fun, doll.." He whispers kissing your neck, before getting up, and putting his clothes back on.

Leaving you on the bed.

"You should clean up before anyone comes into your room or anything." He speaks up as he walked over to you and whispered into your ear. "Let me know if you're looking for another fun time." He smirked as he left your room. Leaving you behind to clean up after yourself.

As your body was still laying down on the bed, you knew it was just a one night stand, but you still decided to go for it. If only you didn't get so attached easily.

[ascorpiosramblings]

Exhausted

warnings: Angst, grief, general feelings of sadness from survivors guilt.

Joseph Joestar. A man who took to the skies many times and crashed just as many. It was a miracle he lived as long as he did considering all the stunts he pulled in his youth. Now that DIO was dealt with, he could resume his air travel as he usually would.

But then he truly realised what he'd be resuming. Air travel. Sitting in an airport with bodies moving in all directions, buying cola from overpriced food stalls, finding no place to sit, going through a long security check and waiting even longer.

This time however, he was five hours early. Five hours. All courtesy his wife who insisted "What if it's crowded and you take hours in a line!" . And if his wife wasn't enough he also had a grandson who was more than eager to drop him off at the airport earlier than needed. The precious hours he could have spent talking to Holly were now spent sitting in the airport doing nothing other than sipping on an overpriced frappe.

Sitting there he felt exhausted. But not just exhausted with his environment. Exhausted with all that he had gone through. He was no stranger to loss. But time and time again seeing those he loved pass on while he continued to draw breath was near unbearable.

He still remembered the first time. Ceaser. He didn't deserve to have his life cut short so suddenly, he was an ally only few could boast of befriending. He missed the banter they had to this day. The way his golden locks shone in the sunlight, shaping the aura of strength that emanated from him. He was one of a kind indeed.

After that he had thought that was it. That was the only painful and bizzare experience in his life. But what he didn't know at the time was that the worst was yet to come.

Kakyoin was a child. Just a bright young highschooler with so much life left to live. So much world to see. It was ironic how the boy joined to repay a debt, yet looking back reality suggests that it was the crusaders that were indebted to him. He was the one to figure out DIOs stand. He was the one to give up his life to expose the secret. And he was the one who paid the ultimate price.

Avdol was a wise man. With his head held high and a fiery sense of duty and loyalty he gained a surfeit of knowledge and wisdom at his disposal. Sometimes Joseph was taken aback by how much the man knew about stand powers. And not only was he wise, he was brave too. Brave enough to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

And how could he forget Iggy. The brave little mutt who left a deep imprint on the crusaders. By far the memory disturbed Joseph, seeing such a heroic dog die so painfully. Even now coffee flavoured chewing gum isn't the same for him.

All these losses and he sat there at the airport feeling powerless. "Why do they have to die while I live on?". This thought never left Joseph and made him uncomfortable. He could feel his skin crawl with darkness taking over his thoughts. Underneath the confident and put together was a man with insecurities and pain. The memories of his fallen comrades were too much for him.

The airports uncomfortable noise adding to the discomfort he felt, making him feel as if bugs were crawling up his back. Little bugs that reminded him of how he got to live while the others more deserving of life had passed. All he could feel was the discomfort of living. A part of him making him wonder if he should have been in their place instead.

The discomfort of being haunted by ghosts of the past had him feeling choked under the weight of survivors guilt. How was he even allowed to live? What did he even do to deserve all the life he had while the most remarkable people he knew were laid to rest? The suffocation of being alive was too much to bear and the pain was just as piercing. It's as if he was back when he watched Ceaser lose his life, or Kakyoin pay the ultimate price, or seeing Avdol and Iggys heroic sacrifice. It's as if the memories refused to leave him be and played in his head over and over again in a loop. The maddening pain of having to be the survivor while those better than him weren't given such luxury.

"papa". An image of his daughter flashed in his head. That's right. Holly. His perfect little daughter. He considered himself lucky to see her grow up. The becon of hope in his life. He swore that his daughter was synonymous to sunlight.

"old man". Jotaro. His grandson. He didn't get an opportunity to spoil the boy rotten when he was young but that doesn't mean it's too late. Though something told Joseph that his aloof grandson would roll his eyes and mumble "good grief" and brush off any grandiose gesture he could come up with.

In that moment he felt the darkness receed. He had a family to live for. A daughter to protect and a grandson to watch grow up. He lived to grow old with his wife in retirement. Even the family he found along the way like Polnareff.

Weather he deserved it or not, he had a life that he wanted to live for his loved ones.

Pulled out of his thoughts he relaxed on the airport chair. Lifting his hand to check the time from his watch he came to a dreadful realisation.

Only 15 minutes had passed.

[just-a-shark333]

Hiiii

here's a silly lil Caejose fic that i wrote at literally 2 am

Im also posting this on my Ao3 btw!! its Ace_th3_Shark

Time frame: before fighting the pillar men/during Caesar and Jojo's training period.

Words: 719

Summary:

Trans girl Joseph worrys about telling Caesar that she's a girl, Caesar assures her that he loves her no matter what.

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"Caesar?" Jojo muttered into the mentioned man's chest. The two had been laying on the small couch in Caesars room cuddling all day as they had had the day off of training due to a combination of particularly bad weather and some errands that Lisa Lisa had to run.

"Yes, caro mio?"

"I... I have a question." He hesitated, debating whether or not to go through with asking it. He'd been wanting to ask this since they started dating but if it didn't go well this could easily ruin their entire relationship.

"Ask away." He seems so calm. It makes Jojo nervous, seeing how relaxed he is, how he's about to ruin that peacefulness with the stupid question that he should just keep to himself.

But he can't anymore. it's been bothering him far too much for far too long to keep lying to Caesar any longer.

" Would you.. Would you still love me if-"

"Yes."

He responded instantly, without an ounce of hesitation. Jojo feels his heart flutter.

"What?" He repositioned himself to look at Caesar.

"Amore mio, there's not a single thing that could come out of your mouth to finish that sentence that would make me love you even an ounce less. My love for you will never stop, whether you want it to or not. I don't care if you were going to finish that with 'if I was a worm' or 'if I was a wanted serial killer' or anything in between. I'd love you no less any way and I'll say it as many times and as many different ways as I need to for you to understand. I love you, ti amo, ti amo tanto, I love you so, so fucking much."

Jojo sobs and leans back into him. fuck... he had not been expecting that in the slightest. He knew, or at least hoped that Caesar loved him but...Not that much... It was such a shame... Caesar was surely going to be taking that back in a few moments. Surely, he would realize just how wrong that statement was when he hears what Jojo had to tell him.

"I.." His words come out stuttery and shaky, broken up by the sobs still rolling out of him. "I think I'm a girl." she finally forces out; it feels nice to get it out of her system after so long of bottling it up and avoiding bringing it up every time that would convenient. It also felt like the most awful, nerve-racking thing she'd ever done in her life.

She sat there, leaning away from him ever so slightly again, waiting for him to do something. For him to yell at her, to make some rude comment, to hit her, to go on some long speech about 'womanhood' or some similar shit. She waits for him to take back what he said about loving her.

But he never does.

Instead, he gently cups her cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away her tears.

"And you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Jojo falls back onto his chest as best as she can with him still holding her head, even more sobs rip out of her. She was so sure, so, so certain that he would have some horrible reaction, not...this! Not for him to hold her even gentler than before, yet impossibly closer and tighter. Not for him to hold her and comfort her and tell her that he loves her over and over until her sobs calm down.

As her crying softens to just a few tears and some loud sniffles, she tries to speak again, "I- sorry, I just...was so sure you'd hate me.."

The look in Caesars eyes upon hearing that breaks Jojo's heart. He looks so pained to hear that she could ever even think of considering the idea that he could possibly hate her for anything.

"Oh, no, no, no, my dear Jojo- er, can I still call you that?"

"Yeah...actually, I kinda wanted that to be my name now."

"mh, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl!"

Jojo giggles a bit at that, having calmed down significantly from her initial reaction.

"Shit, I love you Caesar. You're an idiot, but you're my idiot and I love you."

And Caesar just laughs.

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