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bimbosandbubbles · 2 years ago

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❀⤷Summer Frights!

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Starring Yandere Ghostface Josuke and Okuyasu

Synopsis-Your anxiety raises high when there’s been a slew of murders around your small town,rumored to be a copycat Ghostface terrorizing the town. Soon though your anxiety raises even higher when one night the Ghostface gives you a call around midnight.

Warning’s-murder,descriptive gore,dub con,non con,phone sex,multiple sex scenes,knife play,anxiety,heavy degrading,vulgar words,breeding,double penetration(oral and vaginal), mask kink,praising,pet names,unhealthy obsessive behavior,photos taken without consent,video taken without verbal consent, pussy eating, bondage,blood,biting,yandere,dacryphilia,humiliation,fear play,mentions of boxing Okuyasu and Med student Josuke.NOT PROOFREAD

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ AND UP! MINORS DONT INTERACT!

Word count-10.8k/10,891(First fic and I went overboard)

A shaky breath falls from your lips, a apparent sign of the inner turmoil you feel inside. You thought that this wouldn't happen anymore..That this couldn't happen in your city. That the ever looming presence of death couldn't haunt you so early into your life..you're only a freshman college student,barely graduated from a small high school in Morioh. Why here? Why peaceful little Morioh? Why did a dumb copy cat of a serial kill have to terrorize this quaint town?

And why did you let the thought of Ghostface morning haunt your nightmares? They were everywhere! In the morning when you woke up,they were your very first thought. When you showered,you constantly wondered if they would be stalking from behind the curtains,waiting to mangle and mane your soft body. When you walked from class, you imagined the killer in black being anyone.

Like this very moment right now. You imagine the seemingly kind house wife who just waved at you secretly using one her kitchen knives to kill the poor victim you read about in a news article posted a mere week ago. A victim you considered an acquaintance before his untimely death. You had known him from high school simply because he did something completely unexpected to someone who looks like you. He had confessed,poured out his pure and untainted feelings for you. However,you didn't feel the same and gently rejected him,making sure to still encourage him to stay sweet like the way he was. Over the years the two of you only shared small hello's or encouragements for the future.

But now..he had no more future. For,he was dead,mutilated and found with ripped pages of fat fetish pornos in his emptied stomach that was bare of any bodily organ. The thought of his suffering throughout the ordeal made your skin crawl in fear. Was he screaming for help? Was he begging anyone from the closest proximity to stop his death? Most of all,did he plead for the killers not to hurt him,to spare him?

And because of those bothersome thoughts you couldn't help but think that anyone is guilty for such a sick crime. Every step you take,you look around your once peaceful route to home,wondering if one of these seemingly normal people murdered someone without remorse. The houses you once stared at in calmness and familiarity were now morphed into murder houses. Houses,owned by killers that could be waiting to torture their next victim in utter bloodlust. Nowhere and no one were considered safe to anymore.

You grip your book bag tighter to your shoulder,holding the cool leather material closer to your side. The baby blue sundress you're adorning being softly tugged by refreshing summer wind. The sensation being a reliever to your anxiety induced sweat. Which reminds you that it's really summer now. That you should be happy because you just left your last class of the semester and that you won't have to worry about class for three whole months. However,despite the beautiful sun beaming down at you paired with the perfect breeze you can't help but feel so gloomy inside. How could anyone be happy when someone was just murdered only a week ago? How could anyone be happy when your acquaintance was already the 5th victim of a copy cat serial killer?

Immediately your morbid thoughts are shooed away by a loud booming voice. "Oi,(Reader)! How can ya leave without saying goodbye?" You snap your head back,not being able to fight how a toothy smile once you see your goofy friend. " 'Yasu,I'm sorry! I was in a rush!" Your once eager feet stopped walking to allow the male to catch up with you. Though it's not like he needed you to stop,the man is fit,years of working out and boxing shaping his athletic body. Just as soon as he called out from a distance he's already stooped next you.

"So you were in a rush?" His raspy voice asks. "Mhm I was,I'm just kinda pent and wound up from school and.." You don't have the heart to finish what you were gonna say. But it doesn't seem like you need to because Okuyasu finishes it for you,"The murders." You find Okuyasu's bluntness is nice,because at least something is straightforward to you in this mystery of a murderer or murderers.

"Yeah. It's been kinda umm..scary for me at least." Okuyasu nods as he puts his long muscled arm around your meaty shoulder. "They got me feeling on the fence a little too,especially that last guy. I mean porno mags stuffed in there? Plus them being that weird feeding shit,the guy must've been a real sick pervert." Okuyasu says nonchalantly,as he massages the flesh on right shoulder.

You can't help but think that that's why he had confessed to you before. Because you were a fetish to him,something he got off to and that's it. Now that Okuyasu pointed that out to you can't help but feel a little less empathetic towards the victim now. Disgusting. "Yeah,that's weird." You dryly add. "But umm what'd you chase after me for? I know you didn't just come here to scold me for leaving so soon." Okuyasu's eye's widen like he's barely recalled something. "Right! Umm Josuke and I wanted to invite to a little party at the beach! It'll only be us and a few other friends."

At that,your smile slightly falters. The thought of going to a party with a serial killer on the loose scared you. "Umm Yasu I'm not sure..I just wanna stay home at the moment." Okuyasu already looks at you with pleading black eyes,"C'mon (Reader), we haven't hanged out in forever. Josuke gets ya all the time cause he goes to a stupid university with ya. So please,won't ya just go with us?"

You chuckle," 'Yasu the boxing gym is right by the university,I always talk to you for like 15 minutes a day before and after class." He whines,"But today ya didn't say goodbye,Josuke got you forgetting all about me. That's why you gotta go to this party!" You find his needy behavior cute—almost endearing so you humor him. "Hmm..maybe I'll go. But if I don't go then why don't you and Josuke come over after the party? Just knock on the door and I'll let you in." Okuyasu pouts before speaking,"But what if ya’re sleepin?" You smile at him as you touch the hand he has resting on your shoulder," I won't be,trust me." Technically your promise wasn't empty,ever since the murders you've been having a hard time sleeping.

"Got ya! That sounds good. But I gotta go Josuke's waiting for me with his fancy ass car." He moves his hand to let go of your shoulder but he's met with your pudgy hand gripping it to your flesh harder. "Wait,can you walk me home please Yasu? I feel safer with you around." It's true,the man's positive energy managed to make you briefly forget your dark thoughts earlier.

He stares at you in thought,looking at your needy expression. It's almost like he visibly melted at your words and expression. "Yeah I'll getcha home! Lemme just call Josuke so he knows." Okuyasu pulls out his cracked phone and quickly calls Josuke,"Yo bro,(Reader) wants me to walk her home so just pick me up in the front of her house. Alright bye." He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and tightens his arm he has draped over you.

"Thanks 'Yasu." You kindly remark. " 'Course gotta keep my girl safe." You brush off the usage of "my girl" due to the fact that Josuke and him use it only in reference of how protective they are of you cause of the years long friendship the three of you share. At least that's what you think,right? It couldn't be used romantically,not when Okuyasu and Josuke got new girls on their arms most of the time. However the thought of being Okuyasu's or Josuke's girl..or both is something you find yourself frequently fantasizing about. But that's just silly,dreamful thinking.

The two of you start walking and talking. Conversation flows easily with Okuyasu,it always does. It does too with Josuke but Okuyasu somehow always eases you. He's your comforter,he always has been.

"Welp this is my stop." Okuyasu's voice says. You nod sadly,not wanting to say goodbye so soon to your living comfort. " 'Suke's not here yet,why don't you come inside until he shows up?" Okuyasu doesn't even think before he exclaims,"Yes!" You giggle at his enthusiasm,unlocking the door as you do so.

You enter and Okuyasu does the same behind you,making sure to close and lock the door.

"So are you hungry?" He smiles widely,"I always am!" You smile,"Yes you are! I got some spaghetti and meatballs if that's what you want."

"Yes, I love Italian food! I'll eat whatever you got left if ya let me!" You scrunch your brows in mock thought,"Okay,I'll let you have the whole container." He makes a noise of celebration as he follows you to the kitchen.

The pair of you walk into the kitchen smiling and chuckling, though your happy demeanor falters once you see the sink filled to the brim with dishes. " 'Yasu you can get the food from the fridge,I got to work on the dishes." Okuyasu nods with no hesitation as he rushes to the fridge. You grab an apron that Okuyasu had given you for a birthday years ago with a cringy motto that reads,"A dolla will make ya holla!"

Once he find the spaghetti he puts it in the microwave and he smiles gleefully once he sees you putting the apron on to wash the dishes. "Ya still kept that old thing?" You nod,"Yeah,it's my favorite." You don't miss the small blush that paints his cheeks when you remark that it's your favorite. "Good,it looks great on ya." You smile and turn to make soapy water for the seemingly never ending pile of dishes you had to wash.

Okuyasu’s food is finished in the microwave the moment the beep is heard. He grabs his food and sits down on a chair by the island. You turn your back to him once the water is done and start washing dishes. "Do ya normally wear a apron when ya do the dishes?" You answer back,"No,just when I'm wearing something like a dress or something I like a lot." He hums in thought before you hear him messily slurp and devour the spaghetti.

He swallows before hitting you with another question,"So where are your parents? They're usually home by now." You scrub off a nasty dish while replying,"Umm well I kinda own the house now. Since the beginning of summer,they left and said I had the house to myself. I don't think they'll be back for a few more months. They said that since I'm a college student I deserve my own private space and used that as an excuse to finally travel,not that I mind of course,they deserve that break."

"So ya're alone for a few months?" Okuyasu asks. "Yeah I am." You confirm once more. "Then me and Josuke should come over more often." He quickly says. "And Koichi and his little girlfriend too." He makes sure to add. "Yeah,I could definitely use the company in that case." You warmly welcome the idea. Not only so you're not experiencing isolation but also so you won't make yourself a easy target for the killer.

There's a few minutes of silence—comfortable minutes ,one's where you just hear clanging of the dishes occasionally and your dear friend excitedly devouring the food you've made. You've grown so accustomed to the silence that you can't stop the shocked gasp that falls from your lips once you feel a big calloused hand placed on your wide waist. "That was yummy,thank ya (Reader)." He doesn't bother to move his heavy hand once he hears the little gasp instead he tightens his grasp on your squishy waist.

"O-Oh you're welcome 'Yasu. It's a thank you for walking me home." He smiles,"No need to thank me. Like I said I gotta take care of my girl." He emphasizes his words when starts tracing small circles onto the cotton fabric of your dress. "This is real pretty,"he pinches the material of the dress,"Looks really cute on ya. But you always look real cute." Suddenly nothing else matters,not the dishes,not the fact that Josuke's coming soon,not even the murder that's roaming Morioh,all that matters right now is Okuyasu's touch.

You lean into his touch,"Thanks 'Yasu." Your words come out breathlessly. He hums in acknowledgement,his now two hands becoming his main focus. He squeezes the abundant flesh of your tummy that's hidden by your dress. "Ya're so damn soft." You can't help but let out a small whine at his gentle yet rough actions.

He leans against your back pushing his extremely tall frame against yours,black eyes leering at you. "Thank you 'Yasu." You can't help the awkward and repetitive response,not used to your friend behaving this way with you. Sure,he was flirty with you before but never this upfront with you. His touch advances,inching further up to your slightly exposed cleavage. " 'Y-Yasu.?" You can't help the panicked question. What is he gonna reach for?

"Yeah?" The grumble of his voice sounds erotic,almost like he's turned on right now. "What're you doing?" The question you asked held no malicious harm instead just innocent wonder. That must've snapped out of his daze. "I'm just trynna give ya hug,Josuke's gonna be outside soon so I'm saying a early goodbye." With that his big arms wrap around the whole expanse of your plush middle,his hard rock chest molds against your roll adorned back.

He leans down to give you a wet kiss on your neck,which makes you let out a shocked whine. " 'Yasu!" You exclaimed in embarrassment. "What?" He asks cluelessly. "You can't kiss me without telling me! It's embarrassing!" He smiles,"Yeah? Well Imma kiss you." He kisses your neck again,the attention on your sensitive neck making you giggle.

You slightly push his head away,"Now you know what to do if you wanna kiss me." He hums in acknowledgement. Soon a honk rings out from the front of your house. "Gotta go! Josuke's out front." He let's go of you which leaves you missing his warm touch.

" 'Kay say hi to him for me! See ya later 'Yasu." The male nods and rushes to the front door,the door slamming as he leaves. You leave the kitchen once he's gone to make sure to lock the door. And slowly you trudge back to the kitchen,"Time to do the dishes again."

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To say the least you were beat after doing the dishes. It's such a easy labor required task however you dread it. But it's not only dirty cups or plates draining you,it's the constant anxiety you feel deep down. Plus the way Okuyasu was behaving with you was different..It made you question so many things. However,the energy for being thoughtful and curious was sucking up too much from you.

You had to take a nap,just a short one. You just need to catch up with your sleep. You wander to find your phone so you can put it on silent and not be bothered with the outside world right now. Surely,you find it and set it to silent,placing it on the coffee table next to the couch that you plop on.

You lay down and curl up like a baby. Sleep,you tell yourself. Go to sleep. Though you craved a nap,you knew that a nightmare might come to haunt your only escape from reality. You haven't been having them too often but when they came,they'd be terrifying.

You forcibly shut your eyes and just relax. Soon enough you find everything leaving,all that is here is just a dreamless peaceful abyss.

However peace can never last long when death is afoot. You wake up with a start,gasping for air and clenching your poor couch cushions in fear. Eventually though,you're able to calm down. You sit up and reach for your phone to look at the time. The screen glare's at you as your eyes struggle to adapt to the light,"12:00 am. How long was I out for?" As soon as you voice your confusion. You see your phone alert you that a unknown caller is calling. You do what everyone else does when they see an unknown caller alert— decline.

"I'm hungry as hell." You mutter. You get up and stretch,letting out an almost pornagraphic moan. Your attention is taken off stretching the moment you see your phone violently shaking. You roll your eyes in annoyance. Who the hell is this persistent? You grab your phone and instantly your annoyed attitude morphs into one of fear.

Ten texts and multiple missed calls decorate your lock screen. They read threats like,"Answer the phone slut!" Or "I'll fucking murder you if you don't answer right now." Your breathing quickens,"What the hell should I do?" You thought of calling the cops but immediately you think about the original ghost face killings. Ghost face was always near by when he made calls so..that means the killers might be very close to you. But this might be just sick prank call,right?

So you do the not so smart thing and try to survive instead. Hurriedly you call the number and find yourself met with the taunting ring of the phone. Finally,an alarmingly deep voice speaks on the other end of the line. "Imma make this simple for you. Start rubbing your pussy right now."

Your breath takes a pause in your throat. Did you hear that right? "W-What?" You ask. "I said start rubbing your pussy now. Don't be a disobedient slut." For some reason a bit of fear leaves you,being replaced with courage. "No." You state. The voice chuckles,"No? What,now you want to act all brave? I know that you tremble in fear every time you hear about what we’ve done in the news. So don't act all confident with me and just rub your pussy like a good slut."

You gasp in amazed fear. This was—it couldn't

be—Ghostface themselves or himself. The voice chuckles once more at your shocked display. "Aww you're so cute but you're so dumb! That's why I need you to rub your pretty little cunt for me,it's the only thing your little dumb brain can handle."

With a uneven breath you ask,"Do you want me to umm..get naked?" You could hear a smug smile once he replies,"Good girl! You're learning how to please me. Yes,I want you to get naked and I want you right in front of that window you got in front of the coffee table. I want you to have your legs spread completely wide with your back against the table,I wanna see ya just like that,got it?" See you? He could see you? The thought alone makes your blood run cold.

"I expect an answer every time I say something. Do you understand me?" You quickly cough up a small yes. "Good,now hurry up and undress." You couldn't believe you found yourself submitting so easily to a killer—a perverted killer who's getting off to your garnered fear of them. It makes you so angry—so enraged yet you found yourself obeying like some obedient pup all because of fear. Such a coward—such a pussy you are right now. However you can't bring yourself to scold your submissive actions any harder because absolute terror is overruling the anger your feel.

And that's how you find yourself bare of any clothing,nude and vulnerable for the eyes of a sick fuck. Your baby blue dress stays by your feet,a visual reminder of your embarrassing submission . A low groan is heard through the phone , a groan that sounds so lustful it has you curling into yourself. "Fuckkkk,you're so perfect. You're so fucking gorgeous. Spin for me,I want to see all of you." The demand leaves no room for arguments so you shyly—albeit awkwardly you do a little turn hurriedly . "Mmm,my perfect girl. Do another spin for me,slowly this time. I wanna look at what I own."

You obey his command once more,dying of humiliation the longer each turn took. What's worse is you don't know where he's looking from. Is he in the front of the window? Is he in a tree up above? You don't even know if it's just a he,it could be a them—the murderous duo who's now personally terrorizing you. "Good girl,now put the phone on ya table and put me on speaker. Now spread your legs for me like a good girl."

Once again you find yourself obeying him to the exact T. As you bend down to place your back against the table you wonder why he's doing this to you? Why you? Why your town? Why poor little Morioh?

You feel the cool wood make contact with the rolls that adorn your soft back. A little whimper leaving your insanely chapped lips once the cold table touches you. "Mmm,good girl,"he practically purrs,"Now I don't want you to start rubbin just yet. Play with those pretty tits,yeah?" The phasing of his last sentence made you queasy because of the sheer audacity to make that sound like a question when at it's core it's a order. A order that reminds you of your fear.

Your fingers slightly tease your blooming bud—the cool air teasing your nipple away from it's natural softness. It feels nice—good so good that you almost forget why you're doing this. Your other hand squeezes the stretch mark decorated breast on the side closest to your heart. The warm,gentle attention riles out a small moan from your mouth.

The man on phone coos to you,celebrating the obedience he didn't have to fight you on. "You're so gorgeous! So glad you're such a good girl for me and I didn't have to hurt your perfect body! My smart girl knows what's best for her,huh?"

You hum a response,too focused on the task that's melting in your hands. Your breast continues to be meddle with,each massaging motion feeling better than the last.

Somehow his already deep voice reaches a lower octave,"Stop. Start playin with your pussy." Lust oozes from the speaker. Untouched,evil desire is all you heard come out of him at this moment. Is that why he's doing to you? Lust? To own your body with the leash of fear he has snug around your neck? What a sick pervert.

You reach down,inching away from your sweaty chest—touching the wet arousal you're disgusted to have formed. You could call it a natural bodily reaction to the fondling your breasts received but you know—you know that his degrading praise had a hand in the layer of moisture that built up on your pussy.

Your fingers clip onto your aching clit,a rubbing motion starting on from there. Rub,rub,rub, and rub is all you can think about—your pleasure,the promise of cumming is what you deserve for being forced to put on a show for a murderer. "Atta girl,keep rubbin. Your pussy looks so pretty,doll! Fuck,just wanna stuff my face in there. Would ya like me to eat you out,huh,sweet thing?" His words are slightly labored this time,an almost groany tone releasing from his lips.

"Mhm!" Is all you mutter. A short answer,yet just the answer that the serial killer needed to hear. "Yeah? Want me to suck on that fuckin pretty clit? Want me to force my face in between those thick ass thighs? Yeah—shit,wanna have you on my face—don't wanna fuckin breath until you cum all over my face." His groans—oh my god his groans, your could feel your needy cunt clench around nothing. He sounded so good,so wanton,so needy! But you can't enjoy his sounds,not when he's taunting you like this—not when he and his partner murdered five innocent people!

But what if you just let yourself indulge for a second? Just a quick second and then you could go back to quivering in fear. Oh please—oh please just a moment to get pleasure from his desire of you. "Hmmph—Shit all I can think about is your cute ass sittin on ma face. I'll eat your pretty little cunt for days! Fuck—Fuck—put ya fingers inside! Wann' see your pussy stretched out."

You don't question the command—two fingers sink into your clamping hole. A keen frees itself from your gasping throat. Feels so good! Feels so good to have something inside,something to distract your empty pussy. You start making a up and down motion,each movement making contact with your warm sensitive walls.

"Ah—feels good!" You babble. It's embarrassing—demeaning how easily you gave into him—the pleasure he gives has you oh so sensitive. "Yeah,baby? Ya cunt feel good?" You furiously nod your head,knowing that verbal responses weren't the only thing he'd understand. He's watching you after all.

"Shit, you're so good for me! Ma lil slut—my good fuckin cock whore! Fuck—wish I could be in ya instead of your little ass fingers, I could make ya feel so much better—stretch ya out real nice and good,have ya screaming fa' me and scratching my back. Wouldn't I,baby?" You almost choke on your moans when you force out a response. " Y-You would! You'd mmm—make me scream!"

"Shitttt...keep talkin like that,sweet thing. Wanna replace your fingers so fuckin badly now—gonna make sure your little cunt is a cum dump once I'm done with ya! Gonna bred ya and ruin ya for anybody else—shit—fuck yourself harder right now."

You oblige and start reaching — wiggling fingers inching deeper for that wonderfully good spot. You feel so close if only you could find that small mushy spot that would make you see stars.

Almost like he could read your body language perfectly he says,"Ya're close aren't you? Ya gonna cum soon? Fuck—me too! Gonna cum—wanna cum with ya! Shit—need ya to cum now."

Almost like some magic word you find that special spot and a pathetic mewl comes out of your mouth. Your back arches out,the position forcing out your plentiful tummy out even more.

You huff and huff an attempt to catch your lost breath. The man has became silent, any sign of him being present is gone.

The air is only full of the smell of your sex and your constant puffs. Finally, he speaks up again,"Ya did a good job,sweet thing! Call ya tomorrow at the same time." With that he leaves you to sit in silence accompanied by the constant blaring reminder of his quick exit.

Your mouth gapes open,"What the fuck just happened?"

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"(Readerrrr), ya there?" Josuke calls out. His concerned diamond blue eyes pour into yours. Your body flinches at the sound of your friend's deep voice. "Y-Yeah,just a little shaken up." You reply. Smoothly Josuke's sleeveless arms round your shoulders and coddles you closer to his chest. "Ya? Did ya have a nightmare before we got here?"

You accept his affection gesture—leaning in and pushing your pudgy cheek into his chiseled pecs. "Why didn't you tell me and Okuyasu,we could've taken care of ya way earlier." Chiding with him,Okuyasu pipes out,"Yeah! You can tell us anythin. We got ya back."

The thought of spilling your guts and telling them whatever happened only an hour ago crosses your mind—it's brief because you realize it's stupid. No way you'd put any of your friends in danger involving the terrorizers of Morioh. That's right—it's only been a hour since the call,only an an hour since you've dirtily indulged into his demands. But no—enjoying it meant they'd win and you can't let them have anymore power over you.

A part of you wonders what if? What if Josuke and Okuyasu came just at the stroke of midnight? Would they have been able to protect you from the murderers? But that what if is a distant reality—the real reality being is that your favorite duo showed up at your doorstep with snacks in hand and bright smiles. Stories of Koichi being forced into a embarrassing bathing suit by Yukako and Rohan screaming Josuke's head off when he buried him in the sand while he was sleeping on beach were exchanged with you.

Stories that kept the air light and distractive until the three of you sat on the couch to watch a movie. The polite custom of staying silent during a movie was driving you crazy,the silence leaving too much space in your head to think about what occurred.

You place a fake smile onto your lips," Thanks you guys but really I'm fine,I promise." To add weight to your adds you further snuggle into Josuke's chest and reach for Okuyasu's mangled hand,to which he gratefully accepts by gripping your hands in a no escape hold. "If ya say so." Okuyasu says. Josuke gives an annoyed look towards the unaware male,one that you've learned means that Okuyasu didn't say the right thing or he said something dumb. "What Okuyasu meant to say is if you want us to stay the night or just stay away longer?"

At first,the instinctual answer was no—strictly because you don't want to cause them too much trouble. Josuke constantly takes you places in his car because you're too fearful of the bus or walking too far away from home. Okuyasu was a already like a guard dog before the murders,but now he constantly wants to stick to you like glue no matter where you go. Of course there's exceptions of this happening like today but majority of the time that's what happens.

However,that first move to say no is gone out the window once they start touching you. Josuke starts thumbing at your back,creating soothing patterns all over the the hot skin. Okuyasu's big veiny hands are twiddling with your fingers like you're some dainty little thing to him. The touches feel good—comforting,making your poor little stressed mind let go.

"Okay." You mumble. "Yeah?" Josuke confirms. "Mhm." You hum into his chest. "Hell yeah! We haven't stayed over in forever!" Okuyasu exclaims. "Are we gonna sleep in your room?" The blunt man asks. Now that he's mentioned it,you're not sure where they should sleep. The suggestion of your room didn't really concern you all that much. After all these are your friends so won't do anything strange,right?

Sure,they are 6'1 and 6'4 men who's body weight mostly consist of pure hard earned muscle but besides that the thought of them sleeping in a room shared with you isn't really intimidating at all. In fact,it comforts you knowing that they're going to be with you in your room. You know you'd have incoming nightmares or a sleepless night ahead caused by that call,so two friends that happen to be men and very attractive are just doing what good friends do.

"Of course, you're gonna sleep in my room,silly! It wouldn't be a sleep over if you weren't." You happily exclaim. "Yeah!" Okuyasu leans over you to give Josuke a type of handshake that you don't even bother to look at. It fills you with glee to see the two of them so ecstatic to be staying with you. However,the feeling of glee doesn't overcome the impending sleepiness you start to feel.

"I think I should start setting up the bed for us." You state. Josuke's brow perks up in a inquisitively,"Us?" A rush of flustered heat floods through your body for the assumption that three of you would share your bed. You feel so comfortable with them it merely slipped out. "Um—I mean it's just cause I have pretty big bed and they'll be plenty of space for you two but I realize how silly that is now. Just forget it I'll

get—

"No,No! That's perfect, me and Oku' won't mind at all. You're our friend after all." You catch many nice things about his interrupting sentence,especially the way his honeyed tongue says "our " with almost a possessive gripe. You brush over it though, no matter how odd it sounded—instead you choose to favor his laxness about sharing a bed with you.

"Uhh well perfect! Let me just set up then and I'll call you two up to bed." You offer a marshmallowey smile before you turn from the pair and walk your way up the stairs—missing the lust glazed stares of your trusted friends directed at your teasing dimpled cheeks peeking out from your loose cotton shorts. If only you could see Josuke and Okuyasu hissing as they adjust the semi's that's grown in their jeans.

You find yourself in your room,adjusting your bed for more room and comfort. You move your stuff animals and overly big pillows,setting it on free spaces throughout the room. That's it,that's all you had to do. Yet,you weren't gonna call them up. Not yet.

You stare down at the baby blue sun dress you took off during the call that you tossed on your floor in a crying haze once the killer hung up. The dress felt like a lingering memory of what happened and what's to come. "Call you tomorrow at the same time." The words ring in your head, a consistent reminder to of your impending doom. You'd be some type of sick sexual outlet for the killer(s). And then what? Once they were done with terrorizing you with calls would they come up from a secret hiding place by your house and tally you off as another victim of theirs? The 6th victim? Or worse would they violate you—ignore your agency—the word no and pleas of reason would mean nothing to them.

And now you're here,being such a coward. Accepting their plans for you like some type of sick puppy. You make yourself sick,the thought of just surrendering makes a deep pool of raging nausea roar from the bottom of your belly. How can you be so—so easily available? You just obeyed whatever he said and when you did stand up to him you just surrendered due to the deep rooted fear of what he and his accomplice could do.

Just how weak willed how are you? Listening to a killer that demanded you to touch yourself and actually doing it! Loving the way he praised you—guiltily indulging into the desperate groans

he howled out for you. And worst of all, actually feeling your heart and clit beat with the promise of this repeating tomorrow. How sick you are.

You swallow a wad of contempt mixed with saliva before your tongue sticks out to wet your flaky lips. You call out," 'Sukeeee! 'Yasu!! You can come up now!" They heard you as soon as you said the sentence because you quickly hear the stomping up the stairs.

During the short time you throw the dress in your closet and look back in a lost daze before you slam the closet door shut. You sigh,"What am I gonna do?" You don't have much time to think about the next step before Okuyasu zooms into the door frame. He's panting—big wide chest moving up and down in a seducing rhythm. "Told ya I could beat you up the stairs Josuke!" He proudly and rather cutely says.

Not even a second later Josuke is up behind Okuyasu, Josuke's shorter frame slightly being blocked by him. It's funny how someone even as tall as Josuke looks short compared to Okuyasu. The pompadour wearing man rolls his eyes,"Yeah,Yeah meathead I know I lost." Okuyasu doesn't even bother to hide his amusement,in fact,the man can't stop laughing. "Maybe you should become a boxer like me instead of being Mr.Future Doctor. That'll get you faster."

"Yeah and risk breaking this nose?" He points to his perfectly pointed and straight nose. "No,thanks." You giggle at their interaction,"I don't know 'Yasu, Josuke's pretty built for someone who doesn't box." Okuyasu dramatically slacks his jaw,"C'monnnn he's not better than babies." Okuyasu flexes his thick arms,posing them in a abstract Y position.

You smile and lean over to touch the hard mass of muscles,chubby digits feel up his biceps. "Ooo very hard 'Yasu!" The teasing compliment flusters the tall man,making him splutter out,"Course they are! I take good care of myself! I eat real good too!" You look at him,"I know, 'Yasu. Anyone can really tell how good you take care of yourself."

Josuke chuckles this time,"Well remember Okuyasu,this future doctor takes care of all your injuries because you always spend your money

too fast and can't afford an actual hospital bill." Okuyasu whines," Man you can't use that against me,I always get my money back anyways."

"Right." Josuke remarks sarcastically. You laugh once more before disputing the whole interaction. "All right,all right you both are just great the way you but you'd be even better asleep." The both whine out an okay and drag their feet to your bed.

You slide into the middle of the soft mattress but stopping halfway though to ask,"Are you guys fine with me being in the middle?" They don't seem to mind because they simply just shake their head. You nod and finally make yourself comfy in the insulated center of the bed.

However,comfort doesn't last long when both of the males turn their handsome faces towards you. You don't fail to catch their staring eyes drinking you in. You feel a pool of nervous saliva coat your mouth," 'Suke can you turn off the light?" The male nods and leans over to switch off the lamp placed on your bedside table.

The second the lights turned off Okuyasu boldly grips wraps his big arms around the whole expanse of your rounded front—thick hard muscle grasping your wide waist in possessiveness. The actions so sudden a small gasp flees from you. " 'Yasu not so rough!" You exclaim in a flustered panic. He doesn't say anything in response,instead digging his scabbed extremities into the plushness of your pouch sitting above your pillowy hip bones and groin.

He nuzzles his face into your shoulder,instantly knocking out onto your flesh. Josuke and you share a glance of shock and amusement. You break the silence with a quiet giggle. "I forgot how easily he goes to sleep." Josuke nods,"I know right? He's just like a baby."

You smile,"Yeah,wish I could go to sleep as easily as him." Bright diamond blue eyes peer into you,analyzing your very being. An inhale of breath is heard before," How have you been holding up?" The question rings into the air,almost like you don't want to answer it. You can't tell Josuke—your protector,your friend,the guys who's ward off bullies by going in a blind rage of attack when bad things has ever been said about you—that the taunting ghost of Morioh called you to get himself off in some sick way.

He'd get only hurt and dragged into a unfolding mess. You can't do that to him! Sure,he's strong and tall,standing at 6'1 feet with some raging fighting skills. But could he take on the Ghostface? The man who mutilated a person you used to know so inhumanly. Not even to mention there's most likely two of them. No,Josuke couldn't know. For his sake.

"I've been doing okay. Just always nervous,ya know?" He hums in acknowledgment,long lashes kissing his cheek bones. His smooth yet textured fingers gently rub back and forth on a small patch of flesh of your cheek. "I know,baby. But me and Oku will take care of ya anyway you need. All you need is us,the rest of the world will just ruin ya."

You look up at him and catch his wrist in affectionate hold,your own fingers rubbing skin as well. "Mmm,I know you'll take care of me—the both of you but I just can't get this constant fear out of me. I'm so scared of them. " Josuke looks at you in thought,trying to find the right thing to say to comfort you.

"You're not their MO,they won't touch you." You find comfort in how matter factly he states it,like he's completely sure that nothing will happen to you. "I know but it's just the last victim I knew. You remember that one guy in high school who confessed to me? That was him. And it's just so hard for me to actually grasp that he's no longer here anymore."

Josuke's gentle and somber expression melts away,twisting in a disgusted one. "That guy was a creep,(Reader). He just fetishized you,like you're some type of meat. And you're not,you're the most sweetest,most beautiful,most considerate person and that fucker was probably just jerking off to ya body." You're gagged by how easily he tore into the deceased man.

"But still—" You try to speak but you're cut off with a cold cut sentence,"No,I think he got exactly what was coming to him." You stare up at the male, shocked by the discovery of just how cold and ruthless he could be. " Josuke..." you trail off. He looks at you,his angry expression fleeing from him the moment he does.

"I'm sorry I must scare ya talking like that." He stops rubbing your cheek,replacing the soothing touch with cupping it. You nod,"Yeah,I've never heard you so...cruel before." He leans closer to you,softly sighing. "I know but creeps like that just piss me off. I'm sorry, I won't talk like that in front of you again."

You peer into Josuke's pretty eyes,not missing the barely lingering murderous glint reflecting in them. It fills you with a pool of anxiety and a little drop of suspicion. But Josuke couldn't be one of the men plaguing Morioh,he loves Morioh after all! He talks about the city so beautifully—the people he loves that reside here. So naturally,you easily brush off the creeping inkling.

" It's okay,let's just not talk about it anymore." You assure as you lean into his touch. People could call it delusional or just pure ignorance to brush off someone's body and verbal language if they were acting like Josuke a few moments ago. But no,you feel in your heart that he and Okuyasu could never commit such heinous crimes. They could never..at least that's what you told yourself to help halt the booming alarm bells coursing through your brain.

Josuke nods,"Yeah,let's just go to sleep,m'kay?" You don't protest him,welcoming the suggestion of sleep. " G'Night 'Suke." He hums a response and snuggles closer to your neck. You close your eyes,attempting to drift off to a peaceful darkness.

Josuke's rhythmic breathing against the nape of your neck soothes you like a lullaby does.

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"Sorry me and Okuyasu had to go to work. We tried to wake u up but u wouldn't budge. See you later tho and stay safe!" Is what you read as you groggily pour yourself some milk for the cereal you're about to eat.

"Ughgg I can't believe I slept in for so long..." you complain. It's now 4:39 in the afternoon and you find yourself dazzlingly eating not so good cereal.

You guess though,that at least this is somewhat normal for a person your age. To sleep long and be unproductive the moment summer break hits. But you're no longer a normal college student anymore,for the man taunting your innocent city is now personally bothering you.

You wait and wait and wait,doing things to keep your mind busy until the clock strikes 12. Time slowly yet quickly slips the your finger tips. It seems every time you pursue an activity the time goes the quicker. It's almost like the universe can sense your unrelenting anxiety and chose to pick on you.

5' o clock

6' o clock

7' o clock

8' o clock

9'o clock

10'o clock

11' o clock

Your face is crest fallen once you look down at your phone and realize that it's only one hour away from the awaiting phone call. Your chest tightens and suddenly all the air from your lungs flees. One breath,then another,and a third one before you slide down a wall.

It feels like the whole sky is resting on your racing chest. It's too much—it hurts it's so much.

You wheeze and try to compose your breathing. Slowly—extremely slow your compose yourself and once you do you immediately stand up.

"I can't stay here..! I-I have to go!" The thought of staying in your own house is too much right now. The thought of just sitting in your home like a sitting duck almost makes another panic attack ensue. You hurriedly grab your phone and stuff it into the pocket of the mid thigh length shorts you're wearing and slide on some sandals.

You rush out your door and start an instant pace away from your house. Further,you just needed to be further. It's now finally hitting you that there's no real escape! The police couldn't and wouldn't help,after all they haven't done much of anything to help with the disgusting crimes committed prior. Josuke and Okuyasu can't help you,they're just regular young adults just like you.

You're just screwed,so screwed. And you may have made yourself even more screwed by making the rather impulsive decision to walk away from home. But you honestly didn't make it too far,being only 10 houses away from your own. You pull out your phone from your pocket and it's barely 11:15. You could still walk back to your house..but then what? He'd call and tell you to touch yourself again and then you'd just do whatever he says?

That didn't sound good to you at all. However the choices are slim—go to the police force who won't do anything about or accept whatever they'll want you to do. Both of those choice sound horrible,however one has a more merciful fate. If you were to go to the police you feel that they would know but if you were just to be obedient,maybe,just maybe you'd have a sliver of hope to be unharmed.

With that you briskly walk back to your once beloved home. The overwhelming sense of dread constantly pokes at you. You'd just have to suck it up,no matter what they gave to you.

You wrap your ample arms around the protruding roundness of your stomach,gripping anything for comfort. Despite your poor attempt at comfort you still feel a sinking ball of anxiety fall lower into the never ending pit of your tummy.

You never thought that is ever growing ball of sensed doom could get any bigger,however once you arrive at your house and find the door to your house is barely ajar.

Your heart booms and booms against it's confined cage. The hairs of the back of neck stand tall once you feel the familiar vibration of your phone shaking against your leg. A shaky hand reaches for the cellular device and you see the dreaded numbers.

Unlike last time,you made sure there's no room for blowing off a unknown number again. You answer,fear injecting your tone,"H-Hello?" You can practically hear the smile on the murderer's face,"Heya doll! You've been a good girl fa' us?" This voice...sounds different—raspy and deeper than the voice prior. This must the other half of Ghostface.

"Y-Yes." You answer. "Hmm...Don't sound so bummed out! It'll be good in a lil bit,okay?" You're off put by the shift in personality and tone. This Ghostface sounded nicer,less impatient and sadistic. Although the new voice is a scary find,it doesn't distract you from the slightly opened door to your home. "Did you come to my house?"

The question stands still,the man on the other line letting it cruelly marinate. "I dunno,why don't ya find out?" A thin layer of anticipation sweat coats your face as you gulp down a wad of saliva. "I'm waiting inside,are ya really gonna make me be here all night?" It's whiny—his tone,almost childish. It reminds you of someone but you can't put your finger in it.

"N-No." You remark. "Yeah? Then,hurry inside. I gotta surprise for ya." Something told you that this surprise isn't something you'll be very glad to see. The images of someone's intestines lining your floor as some sick substitute for romantic rose petals—blood splatters coating the untouched decor instead of calming candles. Or worse,them waiting with knives in their hand preparing to torture you and mutilate your body.

What you find when you enter the invaded house isn't intestines,nor blood splatters. No,what you find is much worse than anyone's sick mutilation. Dozens of polariod pictures decorate the wooden floor. With each step you take it's like looking at a mirror full of past yous because all the images laid on the foundation are of you. Naked,clothed,changing,eating,sleeping—whatever a person's daily normal activities are all there right in front of you.

But what's really the icing on this fucked up cake,is the two bodies cloaked in black and elongated dramatic masks,standing there in the middle of splay of pictures. Ghostface. The sights are so terrifying,so incredibly off putting that you don't know what to look at—the secretly taken pictures or the Ghostfaces that have ruined Morioh.

"Well are ya just gonna stand there or are ya gonna greet us?" The raspy voice rhetorically asks. If you weren’t suffering from shock you would’ve made the smart choice and walked over to them but you physically couldn’t move. Your body feels like a leaf struggling to fight the wind

— the trembling exuding from your nerves being unstoppable. “Aww she’s scared! We can’t just leave her like that.” The one who’s slightly taller says.

“Yeah,you’re right. Let’s make this easier for her.” The pair walk over to you and there’s so much tension. So much fearful curiosity on what’s going to happen to you. “P-Please…” That’s all you can mutter. Just please. Please what? Please don’t murder me? Please don’t hurt me? You don’t know what you’re asking for but you just wanted to stop whatever’s happening to you.

“ Josuke’s she’s pleading,I feel bad.” Josuke? Your Josuke? There’s no way you heard that right. A hard swat is heard,a harsh impact landing on the male’s arm. “Ya idiot! She was supposed to know after we were done! Fuck,you just ruined our plan.” The man you call a friend,the man who’s comforted you from Ghostface …is the one disturbing Morioh.

You want to be pissed,want to yell and scream and tell them what sick bastards they are. They only thing you can manage is a broken sob fleeing from your body. Hot tears soak your cheeks, the constant moisture never leaving. You can’t even bear to stand anymore,your knees giving out on hard wooden floor.

“Why?! Josuke,how could you?! Okuyasu why?! Just why?!” You cradle your hands in your face and just sob,letting snot and salty tears build up on the skin. Hard heavy boots stomp their way to your form and a gloved hand forces you to look up at a screaming mask.

“Don’t go pitying yourself. You should be thankful we did all this for you—because we love you. Don’t you realize how lucky you are to have two people so in love with you?” By now Josuke’s taken off his mask,allowing you to stare at his crazed expression. Okuyasu joins in,his bare face shown to you too,”Yeah! Me and Josuke are just doing this because we love ya! So just be a good girl like last night and everything should be good,m’kay?”

“You love me..YOU LOVE ME?!” You voice trembles with a mixture of rage and betrayal. “How can you even claim to love me when you hurt my community?! How do you even have the audacity to say such a thing when you’ve lied and manipulated me?! You two bastards are sick!” You’re about to stand up before Josuke’s strong hand shoots out and pushes your head down with a insane amount of strength.

“You’ve always been stubborn (Reader)…but if ya can’t see what we’re trying to do for you then fine. I didn’t want to be so rough with ya…only wanted to scare ya a bit and then fuck your poor little brains out but since you wanna be a bitch though we’ll do it the hard way.” Effortlessly,so easily he scoops you up and hauls you over his shoulder. You hang over his muscular back and scratch your dull nails through the fabric. It doesn’t seem to be effective and only manages to piss him off because he roughly spanks your slightly exposed bottom.

“Behave.” He warns. You whine at the impact but stop your physical protest. “Okuyasu go get the rope,she won’t stay still.” Chills crawl down your spine the moment he utters that and so…casually too. “Right.” Okuyasu stops following you two and goes back downstairs.

Josuke takes you to your room and plops you on the bed. You attempt to force out all the hatred and betrayal and..sadness you feel once you look at him in face again. He chuckles at that,seemingly amused by it. “You can never be mad at us—at me,you’ve always had such a soft spot for me and Okuyasu. So just accept whatever we give you,yeah?”

With that he pushes you flat on your back onto the springy mattress,his big hand cradling your wrists as he straddles you. He pulls something from his pants and once you see the reflective glimmer of a cool metal your chest starts racing up and down. “What’re you do—“ His gloved fingers mush your lips shut. “Shhh..just let me do it.”

He brings the knife down to your thin cotton tank top,the tip of the jagged knife circling your hardened nipple. “No bra?” He smugly asks. “Were you waiting for me and ‘Oku to ruin ya’re cunt?” You shake your head no and he chuckles. “What do that little phone call I gave you yesterday didn’t have ya pacing in excitement? Didn’t have your pretty fuckin cunt clenching around nothin?”

You ignore him yet he’s still amused. “It’s okay,sweet thing you don’t have to lie to me. I know how your body feels.” He continues his gestures,making sure the cool blade nips at your erect nipples. A small whine falls from your lips at the cold contact—sounds are pulled from you by the attention on your bare breasts. “Shit ya sound so good,ya know that? Fuck needa see your pretty titties.”

He quickly cuts open your shirt with the weapon,not caring about how dangerous the swift motions are. Josuke practically drools once he his dilated pupils lock onto your chest and tummy. “Fuck,Okuyasu better hurry up before I take you for myself…” His veiny hands grip the pillowy flesh rested on your chest,his flat finger nails digging into you.

Okuyasu comes barging into the room with a coil of rope and a cam recorder. “Noo you started without me!” He impatiently sets the items onto the bed and rushes over to hover over you. His eyes light up like a little kid in a candy shop once he lays eyes on you. “Ya’re so fuckin gorgeous (Reader)!” Impulsively his hand reaches over to touch your boobs,not even bothered by the fact that Josuke’s hands are over them.

“ Josuke move your hands,I wanna feel.” He complains. “Whatever…” He arises from his straddling position and walks over to the other side of the bed. Happily Okuyasu takes his spot and hops over your laying body. His face dives into your chest and whatever he’s doing feels so unbelievably nice. He suckles like a baby being nursed on your exposed nipples,rotating from your left to right one. He mushes and massages eagerly,loving the way you feel.

“You taste…so fucking good! I wanna know what that pretty cunt tastes like!” He pops off your tits so crudely but you can’t bring yourself to care. All you can even get out is small whimpers and grips on his hair. “Yeah,Okuyasu eat her cunt! I’ve been thinking about that since I called her. It’s so fuckin fat Okuyasu…and her little clit just throbs whenever you give it any attention.”

“Shit really? You’re a real lucky bastard Josuke,gettin to see her cummin on her fingers.” Josuke chuckles,”I think you’re the lucky one,you’re the one who gets to taste it first.” Okuyasu doesn’t argue that so he hastily pulls down your shorts and panties. “Spread your legs,baby.”

You do as he says,allowing him to slide off your clothes. He quickly slides down your body,making his way to your cunt. He pushes your thighs apart and whistles an appreciative tune. “Mmm..you weren’t lying,her pussy’s so pretty.” Without any warning he nudges his nose against your clit. Affectionately teasing the throbbing button.

He spreads apart your pussy lips even separating your thick pubic hair that’s stuck to the moisture of your cunt. He dives in with zero hesitation,wrapping his mouth around your hammering clitoris. You writhe and moan at his attentive behavior—everywhere,his tongue felt everywhere.

It felt like you couldn’t catch a break, every few minutes you were gasping and moaning,arching your back away from the bed. Okuyasu spits down your pussy as he sits up to look at you. “You look so fuckin cute. Josuke you gotta film this…look at her face—fuck I got so much pre cause of it.” He immerses himself back in between your legs this time scissoring two of his fingers into your accommodating walls.

His free hand clenches the hanging fat above your cunt,the harder he licks the more his grip becomes more rough. “Look at me,sweet thing..Look at the camera.” Josuke points the camera down at you with one hand,the other rubbing a painful looking bulge fighting against the fabric of his pants. You whine and whimper,” Y-Yasu! Don’t stop!”

Your encouragement only makes the tongue in between your legs move more passionately. It feels so good! So good! So good,that you can’t fight back the cascading tears falling from your eyes. “Shit—you feel so good that ya’re crying,baby? Yeah? You like Oku’s tongue on your sweet cunt?” The male leans down and lick away the salty tasting liquid from you plush cheeks. “Mmm..just everything tastes good about you.”

“Aaah! ‘Gnna cum! G’nna cum!” Slur after slur Okuyasu continues his aggressive attack on your sensitive pussy. You push away from his mouth,using your hands to uproot you from your place on your back however you’re met with big hands digging into the flesh of your wide hips. “Nu uh,don’t move away from him! You’re interrupting his meal. We can’t let ya do that…” Josuke sets the camera down onto bedside table and reaches for the discarded rope.

He swiftly bounds you by your wrists and softly pushes you back onto the bed. “Now be a good girl and take it!” He exclaims. By then Okuyasu seems to have found a special spot that would take you over the brink of pleasure. He curls his digits against the mushy spot and a loud hysterical scream falls from your lips.

You see black spots taking over your vision. You can’t hear anything,can’t even see,a mind numbing orgasm taking over all senses.

You’re so incoherent that you don’t even know how you’re sprawled out on your hands and knees. “Ya’re gonna take this dick,doll? Hmm,you want this fat cock hitting ya cervix?”

You look behind you and find Josuke positioned behind you.

“W-What??” Okuyasu hushes you by pushing the tip of his pre cum covered head against your lips. “Just enjoy it,doll face..Just enjoy it.” Is all you hear before the tip of his mouth enters your mouth.

You mumble around his tip right before Josuke mercilessly thrusts inside of your cunt. Your lips pop off Okuyasu’s tip in a surprised moan. “ Gentle! Be gentle! Fuck—omg!” Your moan against Okuyasu’s inner thigh,the toll of Josuke’s rough treatment becoming more obvious.

“C’mon baby,don’t ignore me! I need you…” Okuyasu whines. He nudges your mouth to his once more and this time you’re ready for it. You curl your tongue around the expanse of his shaft. You set a constant motion,bobbing your head halfway down his cock and jerking off what you can’t fit in your mouth.

Josuke seems to like the pace you’ve set and gyrates his hips into you each time you pull away from Okuyasu’s dick. In and out,in and out,that’s all you can think—feel about. It’s so euphoric,feels so new. Each time Okuyasu’s thick cock burns the back of your throat,Josuke’s cock deliciously drags against your clamping walls.

The man behind you has a death grip onto the fat of you wealthy hips. “Fuck,I’m gonna cum in this pussy! Gonna claim this pussy as mine! Shit!” His labored breath quickens the deeper and deeper he goes into you.

Okuyasu groans and forces your head further down his cock. You gag and grip the sheets as your back of your throat is constantly touched by his oozing tip. It’s too much! It’s too much to have them both focusing you on you at the same time.

You try to pull away to express the intense overstimulation you’re facing but a rough hand keeps you still. But what really sends you over the edge is when you feel two fingers reaching over you and circling your clit. “Mmhm! You’re so good,baby! Taking me so well!” Okuyasu compliments.

Josuke groans and mutter babbles of praises. It’s a mantra of noises,diluting the idea of time for you. You’re not sure if it’s been hours,minutes or mere seconds.

But still you find yourself so close to the brink of sweet paradise. “Such. A. Perfect. Fucking.Cunt.” Each word is emphasized with a balls deep thrust. You moan on Okuyasu’s cock,gripping the sheets underneath you.

You’re so close,so close! You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you! “Mmmf!” A shocked whimper is muffled by white hot liquid overflowing in your mouth. You don’t even have to process it before Josuke tightens his grip on you and mounts you like a animal in rut.

“Shit m’ gonna cum in ya! Want ya cunt to take every single drop!” He groans and leans against you,punching your cervix with the head of his fat cock. That’s when you can’t hold it anymore and you slump forward,finally letting go of Okuyasu’s member from your oral hold.

Josuke fucks you throughout your orgasm,every single thrust paired with filthy words. Finally at his last thrust his hips still as he releases a huge load into you. He huffs and huffs against your back,Okuyasu mimicking his actions as well.

And you can barely keep your eyes open—the vision offered to you being slowly whisked away. From then your whole surroundings disappear and everything doesn’t exist anymore…

Not even the fact that Morioh’s killers made you theirs…

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the-princess-of-bimbos · 9 months ago

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🎀𝓑𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸'𝓼 𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓔𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓼 🎀

Published: August 16, 2024

Posted August 16, 2024

𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸? - Polnareff x gn! Chubby reader

🎀 All of their life people had avoided Y/n because of their weird persona. They were looking out of their window when they see a goofy looking person lose one of their earrings. How would they approach this handsome man?🎀

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 - Josuke x black chubby reader

🎀 Your toxic ex randomly texts you one day after 2 years to meet up with you because why not? You're just friends right? Right?!🎀

𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀- Okuyasu x black chubby reader

🎀 You and Okuyasu were so close to each other until one day his secret lead to both of y'all's separation. You meet up with some new friends and dates one of them and Okuyasu doesn't like it🎀

𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝓮- Part 3 Joseph x black chubby reader

🎀 You and your friends went to a cruise trip to get away from y'all's piling college debt when you catch eyes with someone's thirsty father and grandfather who's willingly ready to risk it all for you🎀

𝐼 𝒹𝑜��'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹- TxT’s Taehyun x black chubby reader

🎀 Shi hol on gimme a min 😩🎀

( 𝓑𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸'𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓻🎀: I don't want anyone telling me how they find my pieces of fanfics disgusting just because you don't like it. I've seen plenty of my favorite authors getting threats from anons because of what they write. My blog is for STRICTLY POC (mostly black) chubby readers if you don't like it then LEAVE!!! Thank you🎀)

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bonebreakz · 2 years ago

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Teenager things [Josuke x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, reader has a female body.

Note: a bit self indulgent as the reader is portrayed with a chubbier/curvier body. This WILL have a part 2 because hell it's big..

Josuke always considered himself a more romantic kind of guy, the one who'd only date whoever he truly loved. You were his - if not first - big crush, and boy did he get so hot and bothered whenever you were around. Something about you drove him crazy but he never could describe it, so whenever he commented on your appearance in some kind of way with his friends Okuyasu and Koichi they immediantly took notice of his behaviour towards you and tried making him show his feelings for you, which always failed because he'd refuse to go any further because of his nervousness. They knew you two would come around eventually, waiting until Josuke realised his feelings were mutual.

"This is going to be so fun! I'm ready to kick some ass!" Okuyasu cheered as he clenched his fists together. "I wish i could play with you guys..Ill be rooting for you though!" Exclaimed Koichi as he had Yukako holding him close, he had broken his arm in a previous accident and had a cast on. The day was where the schools had a basketball game against the other teams from other cities, Josuke and Okuyasu were on Morioh High's team, and while Okuyasu was pretty excited for the game, Josuke was a bit more nervous but still determined. When the time came for the game to start, he noticed groups of girls reunited in the both opposite sides of the court, which were cheerleaders! You were on the right side, settling in your position to begin, while you adjusted the tight clothes in your form, you heard snickers coming from the other girls on your side and on the opposite, which led you to sigh annoyedly - and also saddened - in reponse to their mocking ways about your figure.The game went on and you were cheering with the team, when Josuke finally noticed you were on cheering his heart rate skyrocketed like never before, you looked astoningshingly gorgeous in his eyes - especially in that outfit - and in the brief moment he was moving it was if time slowed down so he could take a moment to appreciate you. Your gazes met and it was time for you to blush, and that short moment of eye contact with you was what made him even more etermined to win that game, because he knew you were cheering for - him - his team.

After what seemeed like hours of endless jumping, screaming and swinging pompoms the game was finally over, it was exhausting for you so when you heard the whistle you stopped immediantly to catch your breath, when you did you looked up to the scoreboard and your lips curled in a relieved smile as you saw Morioh High won the basketball game. Your gaze was driven to where Josuke was, with his friends and classmates as they congratulated their victory, you could see how huge the grin in his face was, how his skin glistened with the droplets of sweat rolling down and eventually to his soaked shirt where your eyes were graced by the brief lining of his toned body under his clothes. You shook your head with a red face to drive away the thoughts, walking to the dressing room so you could take off that damned cheerleader outfit. Entering, you noticed there were already some girls there, and as you changed you could hear their whispers. "I can't believe how they let someone as horrendous as her get in the cheerleading team." One of them said while applying her eyeshadow. "Did you see how her belly bounced when she jumped?" Another of them snickered, you were tired of hearing those things said about you over and over again, quickly finishing putting your clothes on and heading off the changing room.

-to be continued...

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silent-sanctum · 1 year ago

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I love, love, LOVE your Morioh slices of life and would die for more of Jotaro trying to have a stable family life amid Josuke and Okuyasu shenanigans. Please? Maybe a beach episode?? Anything you want, really! 🙏

Hiya! Sorry I just got to your request! This one's pretty lengthy as I said but it is here now~ There was less Josuke and Okuyasu shenanigans than I hoped but that's because I wanted to focus the story on Jotaro's family bonding time. Hope you enjoy! ♡

A Slice of Morioh: Our Piece of Peace

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When it comes to the Kujos, nothing was ever boring or simple.

Every day in every month was something new to explore for the couple and their energetic 4-year-old daughter. Initially, it was just the family doing what an average family does in their seaside villa in Florida, then give it a couple months of adjustments, they found themselves in a mini crusade as they traversed most of Asia.

Jolyne fully had the idea that their trip was purely for vacation, but little does she know that it was half-work as well. In the background of their travels, her parents hunted down potential Stand enemies and possible Stand arrows in the area with the intention of minimizing threats that could harm their little girl’s future.

The whole family work-vacation was entirely your idea, taking into consideration Jolyne’s adventurous and excitable personality. You wanted her to explore the world before she had to stay in one place for her schooling. Understandably, Jotaro hesitated with the suggestion, feeling fearful of what could happen to his family; a hint of trauma still plaguing the back of his mind even after attended many therapy sessions.

You gently insisted it was for their daughter’s development and that she’d be under constant watch but allowed him time to ponder, never pushing it too far that it irritated him.

Eventually, he gave in and trusted your word to allow Jolyne in the couple’s travels across half the world. Looking at her now being this happy and excited, Jotaro didn’t regret his decision.

At this point of their trip, they agreed to give themselves a break and opted to settle down in the small town of Morioh-cho.

And aside from the handful of local Stand users wanting you and Jotaro out of the way of their shady business, the trouble wasn’t too much to handle and the family still had enough rest before venturing out of the country once again.

But-

“Eomma! Appa! I’m bored! Can we go somewhere else please?!”

Jolyne, having be used to the constant go-to routines her family does, began to fuss and whine within the 4 walls of their hotel room. You have stayed in the small town for over a month and within them, your daughter had wasted no time wandering about the area with the typical eagerness of a preschooler.

But since you and Jotaro intended to stay for at least 2 more months, it would only be time until she began to crave for more adventures. Thus, you found yourself facing Jolyne nearly throwing tearful tantrums in the lounge area of your hotel room, with Jotaro by your side perplexed at the situation, and Great Grandpa Joseph sighing as he carried the tiny Shizuka in his arms.

“I wanna go out! I wanna play and run and eat and do whatever!” Jolyne huffed and puffed in her butterfly-patterned pajamas, hands balling in tiny fists and feet stomping on the carpet.

“Jolyne, what did I tell you about being patient? Your mother and I still have matters to tend to here,” Jotaro said gruffly. “We already allowed you to hang out with Josuke and his friends.”

But the little girl continued to whine, cheeks growing red from frustration. “But they keep taking me to the same places over and over! I don’t wanna go back there!”

“Like where pearl?” You questioned.

She raised her chubby fingers and began to count from each. “The sandwich shop, the playground, the ice cream shop, the nice man’s food shop, the school, the park, and even that weird man’s house!”

“Which weird man?” Jotaro mumbled to you, to which you muttered back a quiet “Rohan Kishibe. They like to fool around with the guy”, and he nodded in immediate understanding.

“Listen,” you started as you got down on your knees to face Jolyne. “You have to understand that other than what your father said, the point of why we stayed here is to relax for a bit and then we can go back out there.”

She pouted. “But-”

“However,” you butted in before she could go back to throwing a fit. “How about I make a deal?” You reached over to grasp her one hand with both of yours. “We’ll have a mini road trip in the neighboring towns near Morioh and you can have all the fun you want, but when we get back, you have to behave until we finish our job here. Or else, you get limited exploration in our travels.”

You turned to look back at your husband. “Sounds like a good deal, right?” Jotaro quirked up his brows in agreement as he downed his cup of coffee.

Jolyne puffed her cheeks, dubious. “How long is the trip?”

“How long do you want it to be?”

“Hmm… 4 weeks!” Jolyne said with a wide smile.

“That’s a bit much. A week?”

“3!”

“Okay then, how about 2 weeks?” You said. “We can do a lot in 2 weeks pearl.”

You felt a hand lay on your shoulder and for a second, you glanced at Jotaro kneeling next to you. “Eomma also needs to rest a lot for your baby sibling to grow properly. Don’t you want that?” You flushed as he wrapped a gentle arm around midsection, hand resting on your small bump.

Jolyne pressed her lips together as she mirrored her father’s action and placed her hand on your tummy. “Yeah…”

“Listen to your parents youngster,” Mr. Joestar spoke up from the back. “There’s loads of fun stuff you can do in places near Morioh. I would know because I’ve been quite the wanderer myself in my younger days.”

“Of course you were old man,” Jotaro deadpanned at him. You held back a laugh at the implication. “Quite the wanderer indeed. I wouldn’t say it was your younger years though.”

“Anyways,” you cleared your throat. “Do we have a deal, little miss?” You put up a hand for her to shake.

Jolyne scrunched her face in deep thought before grinning and eagerly grasping your hand with her smaller ones. “Deal!”

You huffed in complete adoration and couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her forehead. “Aigoo, my tiny impatient explorer….”

“Go bath now before your mother changes her mind,” Jotaro said, rustling her already-tousled dark hair. Jolyne stared up at her father with challenge in her eyes and a smirk for a mouth. “In the count of 3,” he started. “One… two…”

And just like that, your daughter bolted back to her room with a loud giggle.

Jotaro chuckled and got up from his knee, helping you up after him. “Good grief. We really should come up with something to keep her occupied in one spot.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “You spoil her too much.”

“Me?” You raised a brow with a scoff. “And you don’t?”

“I mean-” He watched how you smirked up at him. His cheeks warmed a bit. “This whole vacation was your idea.”

“I know. But you’re often the one bending over to Jolyne’s every wishes, Jotaro-ssi.”

“Oi.”

“I get it!” You both turned to the elderly man. “You both are loving parents to that little girl! Have your squabble elsewhere before the baby starts crying again.”

You and your husband shared one look at each other and with that, a smile grew on both your faces.

---

Jotaro’s job was far from over. Stand users still run rampant in society as he speaks but even then, there was this reassuring sense of peace that often blanketed over his worries.

It took Jotaro months to realize that the source of his reassurance and light heart was the happiness and trust of his family that was with him all throughout this nomadic trip. The trust and love he had for his wife led him to this moment where he can put down the walls of his rigid stoicism and enjoy some semblance of normalcy that you both had wanted.

Just like an ordinary family.

Who knew something as mundane as packing up clothes and toiletries would something he’d prefer over throwing fists at somebody. It became a routine to him considering the number of times they had to the same thing with each country and its many cities.

Ironically, it was even a bit funny that he was finding amusement in the minute details of their daily living: The assigned roles of who was to pack what (Jotaro for the work equipment, you for the clothes, Jolyne for the toiletries), the frequent usage of Star Platinum, Silent Sanctuary, and Stone Free in doing simple assistive work, the banter you somehow still kept up with him throughout the years, his child’s laughter messing with her great grandfather etc.

And so as he tucked the last of the folders in the luggage, Jotaro cocked his head and felt his lip curl up at his own thoughts. “Unbelievable.”

You passed by and glancing at his organizational skills, let out an impressed “ooh” and turned to him. “Got everything packed?” He nodded once. “Your thesis papers? The Stand users’ profiles? Our personal documents?”

“Done. Also double-checked just in case.”

“As expected from you,” you said and got on your tiptoes to peck a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Watch out now, she’s gonna burst through that door in less than a second now.”

“What makes you say-”

“Eomma! Appa!” You both looked to the doorway to spot Jolyne with her trademark space buns, matching pastel green top and bottom, and butterfly accessories clipped on every inch of her clothes. A bright yellow backpack hung behind her, stuffed to the brim. “I’m ready!”

“I’m sure you are pearl.” He watched her run inside to hug your leg in excitement. In turn, you petted her head with gentle strokes. “Makes me wonder what you keep packing in that little bag of yours all the time.”

“Important stuff.” Jolyne giggled as you pinched her cheek.

But beyond the peaceful bubble of their bedroom, a pair of familiar loud teenage voices joined Joseph’s deaf complaints, causing a ruckus in the lounge area bearing the same eagerness as his child.

Said child jumped at their arrival and squealed with glee, hurrying back to greet the new visitors. “Jojo oppa! Kuyasu oppa!”

Jotaro let out the biggest sigh of the day. “Them again?” You smiled at him apologetically, but he knew you well enough to recognize that underlying smugness that paired with that smile. “Don’t tell me…”

“Jotaro-san! Y/N-san!”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his name but didn’t resist when you held his hand and tugged him outside. Star hovered out behind to finish packing up all their luggage and carried them out afterwards.

“Josuke, Okuyasu, what are you doing here-” Whatever he wanted to say ended up short when he laid eyes on the two high schoolers… wearing their most casual wear, bulky bags on their backs, and wide grins on their faces. Meanwhile, Jolyne happily perched atop Crazy Diamond’s shoulders.

Jotaro lightly tilted his head to yours and simply muttered a curt “are they really?”

To which you shrugged. “It’s their break. I was thinking they can help us recommend some good spots to visit since they’re locals in the area.”

He wasn’t one to do such thing, but even he could feel himself pout as he said, “We can discover that for ourselves like we always do.”

“Oh come on now love, surely you’re not going to send them home disheartened? I mean, look at our little girl,” he watched as the said child played with the teenagers’ Stands with Stone Free creating many shapes out of its neon blue strings. “She’s so happy her goofy uncles are around. They can also be of big help security-wise if that makes you feel any better.”

Jotaro wanted to refute, his mind trying to come up with something but from a practical standpoint, you had every point in your favor. Instead of digging for more reasons to leave them, he combed his finger through his trimmed curls and heaved a heavy sigh. “I hate it when you have a point.”

You smiled, cheeky. “Where’s Koichi? Isn’t he coming along?”

“We told him to tag with us but he said he wanted to focus on his studies,” Okuyasu said. “And that he can’t leave his girlfriend behind.”

“Which I call foul because I still think she’s controlling and watching his every move,” Josuke added clicking his tongue. “Girl’s an insane stalker, you know?”

“Oh Y/N-san! When do we leave?” Okuyasu said, grabbing the handles of his bag like an elementary grade student about to go on their first school trip. “And what are we riding? Bus? Boat? Plane?”

“I’d like to board a plane…” Josuke mumbled with his thoughts already in the clouds.

“You two,” both boys froze in a second and stood rigid as Jotaro spoke from where he was beside you. “Be grateful Y/N invited you with us. I expect you to behave and minimize inconveniences around my family. Got it?”

“Y-Yes no problem with that Jotaro-san!” Josuke stuttered.

Nothing had even started and he was about to pop a blood vessel as soon as the two boys began to cause chaos in their booked hotel lounge. It was fortunate that you were there to step in and calm him down with a simple hand on his back. Jotaro turned to you and after a quick glance at him, you said to everyone in the room.

“Alright, looks like everything’s settled. Everyone is in attendance so let’s get this show on the road.”

“You kids have fun now,” Joseph said with the baby in his arms opening and closing her fists, mimicking an infant’s version of a wave. “I’ll just rest here with Shizuka. Poor thing might throw a fuss if I leave her alone.”

“Then I’ll have Koichi be the one to assist you then,” you said. “You take care Mr. Joestar.”

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When planning out where to go for the impromptu trip, Jotaro didn’t think too much about it other than the potential of a Stand ambush. He trusted that you knew what and where you were going and that the two teenagers actually lived up to what was expected of them.

It was only after they boarded a train to the neighboring area and settled in their respective seats did his parental awareness kick in regarding whether or not Jolyne would even love the places they were going to.

If his prior research served him right, there weren’t any extravagant amusement parks or bustling cityscapes nearby that contained the attractions suited to entertain a preschool-aged girl. All there was were a multitude of sightseeing spots designed to interest older people instead of children.

Now looking at his little girl humming on her window seat beside him, happily munching on one of the wafer bars you bought back in Morioh, Jotaro’s mind started to overthink and his heart weighed a bit. I don’t want her to be disappointed. I should’ve told Y/N about modifying the itinerary because what if-

“Yeobo?” Jotaro snapped out from his thoughts to turn to you staring at him with worry. “Something in your mind?”

“It’s… It’s nothing,” he cleared his throat. He could only hope his nonchalance facade is effective. “I was thinking about changing some parts of my thesis, that’s all.”

“Really? Or are you worried about our daughter?”

Damnit. “What gave it away?”

“You kept looking at her eating with that shifty gaze I see in your eyes whenever you’re concerned,” you said. “What is it? Is it security matters again? Because the others are nearby to help out and I can always tell when a threat is within our vicinity.”

“No it’s not that. I got that issue sorted out in my head.”

“Then what?” A soft hand overlaid his and for a moment, his cheeks flared faintly, both at the feel of your wedding ring and your gentle touch. “Tell me.”

He sighed. “Will she enjoy this trip? I’m now recalling the plans you’ve laid out to me beforehand and thinking about it again, it’s not fit for a child’s entertainment. What if she experiences this whole vacation and ends up upset and starts throwing tantrums again when we get home?”

“Entertainment?” Looking away, you raised a hand to your mouth and huffed a breathy laugh. Jotaro remained puzzled as he continued to stare at you wanting solutions. “Love, this is Jolyne we’re talking about. The same Jolyne who wandered about wild forests with endless questions, and who’d find anything new interesting and worth exploring.”

“She’s been with us to isolated, rural places before and she loved every location regardless,” you smiled. “Don’t worry. As long as we’re with her and she has something to do, she’ll be fine.”

“And besides,” you gently patted your tiny bump. Something he always kept an eye on with fondness. “From all these countryside trips, I feel like this bean will grow more into a calmer baby than their sister.”

Reassurances were always something Jotaro never believed in fully being the skeptic that he was and a bit cynical towards the world, but hearing you say them was different- he’s been with you through the years and he’d seen how you’ve done or at least did your best to make sure you kept your word.

And he was grateful that he had someone he could feel this sentiment towards and he was glad it was you. So Jotaro smiled back in return, never saying anything back. Instead, he pressed a light kiss on your temple.

Time passed and eventually, the scenic view out their window transitioned from a stretch of green fields to the gradual transition into rows of blooming cherry blossom trees lining the large clear river down the slope.

The second the train had fully stopped, Jolyne couldn’t wait any longer and hurriedly tugged her parents towards the numerous pink foliage that waited for them. Josuke and Okuyasu stepped in to your aid and offered to play with her while they were there, sparing you from the worry of running and exerting stress to your unborn child and worrying Jotaro in the process.

The younger crowd enjoyed their time doing rounds of tag and role-playing while the “parents” of the group took their time to bask in the pleasing, spring environment. At times, the group would band together in one spot to take some photos with the Polaroid you brought for your travels.

The group proceeded to visit the nearby bay as suggested by the old man and there they continued to take even more memorable pictures as Jolyne wandered about the stone paths and bridges above the body of water. They were lucky enough to board a small boat to cruise them around before they made their last drive for the day.

By the time they reached the last hours of their afternoon, Jolyne grew tired and ended up sleeping the remainder of the day. With his daughter napping in his arms, the group took the chance to visit some of the local shrines within the area. During a break, they settled down momentarily in a nearby shop selling snacks.

While the teenagers goofed around talking about splurging versus saving, Jotaro chose to sit beside you with Jolyne laying on your lap, resting peacefully. Both of you had different treats in hand wanting separate selections. Naturally, you two ended up sharing a bite or two of their respective treats as if they were still the young lovers from high school.

After settling down for the night, the group proceeded to board a bus departing to a neighboring city the day after, and much like their situation in the train, Josuke and Okuyasu began to snicker and gossip to themselves in the seats ahead of Jotaro and his family. The only difference was that his little girl spent the duration of the bus trip with the teenagers, already accustomed to their chaos.

He could only imagine how befuddled and protective he became beside you.

“You’re in that mode again.”

“What mode?”

“Death glares, pressed lips, cocked head, crossed arms, bouncing knee, and lack of child within arms length..” You counted. “You know, papa wolf mode. I’ve took note a total of 3 occurrences so far during our vacation here.”

“Should I be concerned that I’m feeling this way more often? Or that you’re being smug and keeping count of it?”

“What’s it to you?” You smirked with that knowing shrug of yours. Seeing you crossing arms after him had Jotaro scoffing lightheartedly in disbelief, albeit with a curl to his upper lip. “Come on, it’s endearing admit it.”

“Quiet.”

Eventually past the rural side of the place and even more stretches of plains and farms, the bus made it to its destination. Drawn to the many eye-catching arcades immediately seen from where they stand outside the station, the high schoolers returned to Jolyne and with her consent and the permission of her parents, and invited her to play with them.

You shared a look with your husband and in silent resignation, he waved the boys off to do whatever. You allowed it as well under the condition they return and meet-up in the lobby area of hotel after an hour.

Suffice to say, they bolted to the nearby arcade game the second everyone approved. “Good grief,” Jotaro said. “When I got myself prepared to be a parent to 1, I didn’t think I’d be one to 3.”

“4,” you said back.

His eyes widened for a brief moment in realization before letting out a bashful chuckle. He stroked your tummy in soft circles. “You’re right. My bad, little bean.”

Their time spent in the urban landscape wasn’t as grand as they would’ve expected, but at the same time none of you complained. Instead, you discovered that other than the numerous entertainment being offered for the younger members of the group, you found a variety of dishes to try with the family ranging from new sushi items, unique meat selections, battered fish cake on a stick, fluffy custard-filled sponge cakes, flavored mochi treats, and many more.

Your days ended up with filled bellies and bags… upon bags of purchased “souvenirs” the teenagers stacked up during their shopping spree. Funnily enough, they were able to buy that much to begin because Jotaro lent them some money under the pretense that they leave his family in peace for even one day.

That day, Jolyne sported a toothy grin as she added a stuffed kitty and puppy plush to her toy collection from a whole day spent in an indoor amusement park- a prize won by her father and his Stand’s impeccable accuracy at a game of shooting specified number of targets. As a cherry on top, you had a hunch the guy manning the booth rigged the game from the number of unclaimed toys sitting on their shelves and the cocky stance he put on. So you took matters into your hands.

A light ring and a mellow symphony conducted by your Stand ended up swaying the con artist to give away all his prizes to nearby children. He earned enough.

“This is papa,” Jolyne said, taking the paw of her puppy plush to wave at Jotaro. The latter raised a brow at his daughter sitting on his forearm and reached up to pinch her cheeks with his free hand. She fumbled around until she’s able to grasp the kitty’s paw to wave at you. “And this is mama.”

You cooed, combing through her partly-dyed hair. She wanted them down for today and you didn’t see any problem with that. “How about yours, pearl?”

“I’m the butterfly toy back at home,” Jolyne said in return, pouting as she joined paws of both her plushies. “The pretty blue butterfly.”

You smiled and glancing at your husband, he had one on his face as well. “That’s right. You’re puppy-kitty’s little butterfly.”

At that, Jolyne giggled as she snuggled both squeaky plushies into her hug.

Their last stop was a humble, homey village not too far from the city. Known for their crafts, the place gave its visitors a piece of history, nature, local tradition, and its many signature wood products.

Almost immediately, Jolyne hurried over with eager skips to the many workshops available for her to participate in, and just like your child and her 2 older brother-figures accompanying her, you too had to admit that you were also excited to build something.

While they went about their way as usual, you followed after them with a slower stride alongside your husband. “I can just tell you’re brimming to do all sorts of activity here.”

You turned to Jotaro with a confident shrug. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m always up to trying out new stuff.”

“You weren’t exactly the best during that time we had to create wooden statues for arts class.”

“Yah, that was 9 years ago Jotaro-ssi!” You scoffed and playfully slapped his bicep. “A lady can improve. Matter of fact, I have improved when you weren’t around.”

Jotaro smirked, unconvinced. “We’ll see.”

The workshops offered a variety of craft choices to choose from and all members of your group didn’t hesitate to test them out starting from the shop teaching how to make chopsticks from scratch. By the end of the session, your family created 3 pairs of freshly lacquered chopsticks in different colors- violet, burgundy, and olive green.

Josuke and Okuyasu went ahead to visit the workshop that guided them to craft more creative wood works, though knowing them, using their respective Stands to cheat and compete on who would make the better end product was likely what they did without adult supervision.

They spent the entire afternoon exploring the different activities available for them and made personalized trinkets and small wooden decor they could add to spruce their home up. Skill-wise? You weren’t lying when you said you’d somewhat mastered some level of craftsmanship when carving and assembling pieces of chopped wood into various designs.

Beside you, Jolyne created her own custom goodies with Jotaro’s assistance.

After successfully trying out everything, Jolyne spent all her energy for the day and went on to take a nap in her father’s arms, cradling a self-made kokeshi doll swaddled in a forest green handkerchief that she dyed herself- a tiny wooden doll carved, polished, and painted to look like a miniature version of her. And she had Star Platinum to thank.

The sun began to set as the sky’s clear blue gradually transitioned into a beautiful autumn orange. One-by-one, the village houses lit up together with the street lamps that shone upon the dirt path below.

They settled in for the night in a quaint guest house, stowing their bags in their respective rooms, and meeting up to eat dinner at a nearby restaurant serving stew and roast.

And just to finish the vacation on a soft note, why not make use of the hot springs resting just outside their bedroom. Luckily, you were able to book the rooms that had the natural feature before anyone else could, and since the spring was isolated to your spot alone, no one else would be able to interrupt your time in the warm waters and cozy ambiance.

With your daughter now asleep in her pajamas, you invited Jotaro with you for a relaxing soak and seeing there would be no reason to decline, he followed you there.

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This is what he wanted. Not the stressful fights with Stand users or the hassle of paperwork and research.

Just having to hold you in his arms, resting in solitude without having to worry about the problems of the outside world. As a matter of fact, it dawned on him that during the entirety of this mini trip, any paranoia that would’ve appeared at any moment hasn’t made itself known.

Strangely enough, Jotaro felt safe.

He felt safe and fuzzy inside that it genuinely brought a clear joy to his face and a heart that weighed light as a feather. Every once in a while, he could shut his cold logic for a moment and pretend that he was an ordinary man with his wife and child taking the break he so desperately wanted.

He could live like this forever with you.

“You’re uncharacteristically affectionate tonight, love.”

“Hm?” He blinked once, twice, and realized he was half submerged in steaming water, sitting by the stone with your back against his chest. He also caught himself nuzzling the crook of your neck, arms tightening a bit around your midsection just under your breasts with his hands overlapping over your small baby bump. “Oh…”

“I didn’t tell you to stop though,” you said, reaching up behind you to nudge his head forward and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m happy that you’re happy, right?”

Jotaro, not needing to be the intimidating and strong Stand user that slayed the immortal DIO, allowed himself to smile and reciprocate your peck with a tender kiss on your lips. Only then did he nod to answer you.

“We’re heading back to Morioh tomorrow and resume doing Stand business,” you said. “I’ll miss this moment of quietness between us.”

You huddled closer to your husband, holding his hands with yours. “This is nice.” He purred in acknowledgment as he rest his chin atop your head. “I wish we had more moments like this. Just you, me, and our children.”

“I’d like that too…”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo #for those unfamiliar #yeobo just means “honey”#and oppa is an honorific for girls to call their older brothers

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pk-ghost · 1 year ago

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So wait, if ness gets josuke as his equivalent

...Does this mean he would get pissed if someone dissed his... well, he def doesn't have distinctive hair that could be insulted like Josuke... hm.

Basically, would some sort of insult (probably either a fat insult (since he's a lil chubby, considering the lines in EarthBound at least) or one directed at his hat) have him seeing red and beat the ever loving crap out of the enemy?

Maybe insults to his hat because it's been special to him ever since he can remember!!

#ness earthbound #earthbound #pkghost's art #pkghost talks

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signanothername · 1 year ago

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More recovery journey and genderbent chubby Josuke my beloveds

#anothers art #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashikata #jjba #jjba fanart #jjba josuke #jojo #jojo fanart #jojo josuke #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jojo part 4 #jjba part 4 #jojo’s bizarre adventure #genderbend

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goatpaste · 1 year ago

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absolutely adore chubby josuke and the height difference he has with jolyne it’s so refreshing ❤️

Im a short wide Josuke and tall buff Jolyne truther 💪💪💪

In my head Josuke is a bit taller than Giorno, Giorno is the shortest of the main jojos

but Jolyne is the Tallest JoJo, she just beats out Jonathan :)

#Jonathan has her beat on being build like a brick shit house giant #shes more lean #but she she is TALL

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blackswan7x · 11 months ago

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— jjba: fan fics and drabbles

sfw: ☆ , nsfw: ✦

Jonathan Joestar

reacting to chubby insecure reader ☆

being intimate with Jonathan ✦

smut headcanons ✦

Joseph Joestar

reacting to chubby insecure reader ☆

you ride Joseph’s face ✦

Joseph teases you ☆

smut headcanons ✦

DIO

coming soon…✦

Jotaro Kujo

reacting to chubby insecure reader ☆

showering with Jotaro ✦

being a TA for Dr. Kujo ✦

first time making Jotaro whimper ✦

chubby reader rides Jotaro ✦

you’re Jotaro’s dirty slut ✦

Jotaro at the beach ☆

smut headcanons ✦

Josuke Higashikata

reacting to chubby insecure reader ☆

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iggysolosgoku · 1 year ago

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Get to know me

Name: Johnny

Age: 19

Requests are open!

Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU

TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan

Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon

Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands

Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly

Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader

Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world

Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine

Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)

Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna

Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura

Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio

Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci

Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)

Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet

Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira

Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru

I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow

#hxh #jjk #scott pilgrim #jjba #demon slayer

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admrlthundrbolt · 2 years ago

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The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

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Okuyasu meets Josuke's neighbor and can't believe his eyes.

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Hi guys. I'm here with another fluffy piece. I'm not sure what might inspire me next. Let me know if you have any suggestions.

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“What are we waiting for Josuke? If I’m late and my pops finds out he'll be pissed!” Okuyasu complained.

Josuke rolled his eyes at how dramatic he was being. “Relax man. She’ll be here soon. “ If he was going to act this way, he would have told him to go ahead.

“Her! Have you had a secret girlfriend?” He exclaimed.

“ What, no way. She's more like a sister to me. “ Josuke couldn't believe they had only met a week ago, it felt more like a year.

Okuyasu pouted at the statement. “Well if she's that important, why hasn't she been walking with us until now?” Curiosity had gotten the better of him. Just who was this mystery girl? What made her so important?

Hearing a door shut they both turned. “There she is now.” Josuke glanced at his watch. “ and with plenty of time to spare too. “

“Hey, sorry it took a bit. I couldn't find my English book.” You let out a huff and tucked some hair behind your ear. Coming closer you noticed someone standing beside Josuke. “Oh, who is this? You’re not replacing me are you?” You punched his arm at the tease, then stuck out your hand. “I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

Okuyasu just stared. How could Josuke keep something like this from him! You were the softest goddess that he had ever laid eyes on. He had never felt more blessed in his entire life.

You have him a confused smile. Then faced Josuke. “Um, is he okay ?”

He could feel his eye twitch in irritation. He always hated when a talk had to be had with random guys. Now he had to add his new friend to the list of your admirers. “Yeah, he's just not the brightest crayon in the box.” Then he turn and slapped Okuyasu on the back. “ She’s introducing herself idiot. “

He finally shook himself free of the enchanted thoughts. “Sorry you're just…wow.”

Confusion morphed to bewilderment on your face. Then you laughed loudly and gave a wide grin. “ Well, thank you. I don’t think i’ve ever had this sort of reaction. Do you think I could have my new fan’s name? “

“It's Okuyasu!” This time he extended his hand and you finally shook.

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As you all walked to school Okuyasu decided to ask as many questions as he could manage. Much to his friend's annoyance.

How long has you known Josuke? All of his life.

Why hadn’t you already been walking with them? You had some honor student duties.

If you were that smart could you tutor him? Of course, you were happy to help.

What was your favorite food? It depended on the region, but ramen was amazing.

Where you in a relationship?

Josuke then wrapped his arm around his shoulders and dragged him away. “Ok buddy, give them some space.” Then he turned towards you and waved. “See you later, we have to get to class. “

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As the bell chimed, Okuyasu stretched in his chair. Then he hopped up with a large grin on his face and exclaimed. “Let’s go grab (Y/N) and get some grub!” As he headed towards the door, he glanced back and noticed Josuke wasn’t following him. “ Uh, are you coming? “

Josuke, still seated, let out a heavy sigh. “Actually, I think we need to have a chat before we see her again.” He then nodded to seat in front of him.

With a shrug he headed over and sat. “Ok, what about.”

Josuke almost wanted to strangle him for just how oblivious he could be. Instead he crossed his arms and said. “About how your drooling all over yourself over (Y/N). You just met her. Why are you already acting as if you're in love with her? “

Okuyasu had a concentrated look cross his face. “To be honest, I don’t know.”

He slammed his hands on the desk between them. “What do you mean! One second you’re angry at a person you’ve never met, then the next you’re following them like a lost puppy. “

“That's just it. I know we haven't know each other for long, but this is something new for me. I mean, sure i’ve had a crush on a cute girl. But that was just skin deep. The more I learn about (Y/N), the deeper I fall for her.” Okuyasu became increasingly passionate as his monologue went .

It was like he was between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand Okuyasu seemed genuine, but in the other Josuke had to protect those who were precious to him. “Ok, I get it. You have these feeling, but let’s get one thing straight. If you hurt her, we’re going to have a serious problem. You understand?”

With multiple nods and Josuke apparent blessing. He was out of his seat and jogging to the door. “Come on, at this rate she could be anywhere.”

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Within a week of meeting Okuyasu was already getting tutoring from you. He was excited to have help to ensure he would graduate, he wanted to make his father and Keicho's spirit proud.

It also helped that his tutor was an angel in disguise. After only a couple of lessons he had already seen an improvement in his test scores. It didn't hurt that you were in a grade above him. Not to mention how your encouragement and smiles for him to try harder. At this rate he may stay in the above average bracket consistently.

Now he just needed to find a way into your heart.

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Sitting together at Okuyasu's kitchen table had become a regular occurrence. He had originally been hesitant about you coming to his house, because of how you may react to his dad. But you were as perfect as ever. Just smiled and introduced yourself, even shake his hand without hesitation. You were honestly more than he could ever ask for. So he put a plan in place.

“Let me cook you something this weekend.” The words hadn’t come out like he had practice, but at least they came out.

You gave him a sweet smile. “Okuyasu, you already do to much for me. Between the compliments and carrying my things for me, you already make me feel like a princess.”

“ I’m only doing what you deserve. “ Ok that came out smoothly, maybe he could pull this off. “Come on, just you and me. I’ll make sure it’s perfect!”

“ Ok, but knowing you it would have been perfect either way. “ You always knew just what to say to make his heart jackhammer.

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So Okuyasu set out to make the perfect dinner, that would lead to an even more perfect confession.

Step one was finding out your favorite food, which he went to Josuke about.

“So if you had to make a guess, what is (Y/N)’s favorite food?” He said as casually as he could manage.

It didn't work. Josuke was immediately suspicious and voice it. “Why exactly do you need to know?”

With a heavy sigh he laid his cards on the table, hoping Josuke would take it well. “Want to impress her with a special dinner and let her know how I feel.”

With a groan he tossed his head back. “Finally, i’m so tired of all your pinning that I could be sick.”

That definitely wasn't the reaction that he expected. After that whole speech he gave him on first meeting you he though there would be some resistance from Josuke. But with this development, Okuyasu didn’t think he could be more relieved. “So you’ll help me out?”

“ Yeah, I think I can manage that. “ He had accepted that Okuyasu didn't have a passing crush on you. Not to mention you seemed to have some positive reciprocating feelings, but if they were romantic, he wasn't 100 percent sure. Either way, he wasn't going to get in the way of the two of your happiness.

So Josuke let him know that he and you had went to Tonio's recently. Where you fell in love with pizza.

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With step one completed Okuyasu was prepared to move into step two.

Occupying his father. He loves his dad, but he didn't want to have anything ruin the big moment. But it was an easy solve. He moved the tv set into his father's room and explained the situation.

“Ok dad, you remember (Y/N), right? “

His father nodded vigorously.

“Well, I want to have some alone time with them. Ya know, to tell them how I feel. “ Okuyasu was annoyed at how nervous he was telling his father about his feelings.

But with a firm pat on his shoulder, he could tell his dad approved.

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Step three came on Friday, he gathered the supplies for pizza. Which Tonio himself was gracious enough to provide.

“Ah, I remember my first love, she was wonderful. I will admit if you pull it off you'll be very lucky, amico. Although i’ve only recently made senora (Y/N)’s acquaintance, she seems to be manifico.” Tonio was happy to help young love blossom. So letting Okuyasu in on the Italian art of pizza was a pleasure.

“She really is amazing. I just want this to go perfect. That way she’ll have no doubt how much I care about her.” Okuyasu was sure that his smile couldn't get any wider. His friends really did care and their help really made him believe that this would be easy.

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This was a disaster.

He had spent way to long on the crust, because he couldn't remember everything Tonio had told him. How was he supposed to though, all he could focus on was the reaction you would have when presenting them. So he may have only recalled like half of the instructions. But he did know that Tonio said that the crust was the most important part. Now he was panicking and cleaning. Thus causing the pizza to burn.

He was scrambling to make anything with his leftover ingredients. When there was a knock at the door. His panic spiralled into dread. No, she couldn't be here yet! He swept away as much of the chaos as possible with The Hand and rushed to the door. Opening it just as she had swung her hand forward, causing her to knock on his chest.

With a surprised laugh she said. “Sorry, didn’t mean to assault you Okuyasu.” She gave him a once over and raise her eyebrows in concern. “Are you ok, you seem upset? “

With a shaky sigh, he released a few frustrated tears. “Not really. I ruined everything.”

She immediately took his hand and guided him inside. “Hey now, everything is ok. Why don’t we have a seat and you can tell me what happened.”

And so they did. He explained talking to Josuke and Tonio's help. But he of course screwed it all up. It was just like Keicho always said, Okuyasu the idiot.

“I just wanted it to be perfect, like you deserve.” His tears had dried, but his tone had taken on a depressed manner.

“ Okuyasu, that you even went out of your way to do this was already special. You went above and beyond. “ She put her hand on top of his and have a reassuring squeeze. “So what if it went sideways. Don’t you know, it's the thought that counts. It seems like a plenty of thought went into this.”

“ Yeah, it did” He perked up a bit. Turning his hand over holding her's. “Honestly, confessing to you had been in my thoughts since we met. “ His eyes widened at his slip up.

“Do you really feel that way?” She implored.

He spoke quickly. “Of course I do. The only reason I messed up this badly, is ‘cause I couldn't wait to see your reaction.”

She smiled widely and kissed his cheek. “How about we have some instant ramen and watch a movie with your dad to celebrate.”

He was almost in to much of a daze to understand her. Putting a hand on his cheek and looking at her with a love stuck face he agreed. “Sounds good to me, but what are we celebrating?”

“ Us being together. Unless you have a problem with that? “

“No! Um , I mean yeah. That would be great.”

It couldn't have gone any better.

#chubby reader #okuyasu nijimura #jojo's bizarre adventure #tooth rotting fluff #pining

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little-bunny-in-space · 10 months ago

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hiiii!! for the matchup trade:

so just for the basic info, I'm pretty short, 5'3", with short brown hair, and hazel eyes 👁👁 I'm an Aries, INFP (after I retook the test recently) kinda a little chubby

I'm pretty shy when I first meet someone, but not in like the cutesy way. It's more like "waaaaa I'm gonna fuck this interaction up and they're gonna hate me forever". I very much have social anxiety, y'know? my brother keeps teasing me about it (in the light hearted way) 😭 I'm also very autistic, very ADHD Very sensitive RSD. i'm also kinda sarcastic, kinda mouthy. I can never SHUT UP

I care for my people very aggressively. If I decide you're my friend, you're MINE. Nobody is allowed to mess with you, and if I find out someone is, they're gonna get it. And once I've decided you're my friend, you're my family now.

and I am a HUGE family person. I love my family. I have so many siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles and I always try to make it a point to let them know that I love them. And also maybe i'd like kids one day, who knows 👁👁 I know. I want kids one day, but i'd prefer I get the situation with my baby sister situated first.

My favorite love languages is physical touch and quality time. Like, I just want to be someone's first choice, y'know? I'm the first person they think of when they wanna hang out. I also LOVE cuddles and hugs and just touching people (in the least weird way possible). But the way that I actually show my love is through gift giving!!!! I love giving people things! sentimental things, or practical things, doesn't even matter. As long as you have a little something to remember me by, I want you to have it.

I don't have, like, a specific style that I stick to. I prefer to stay comfortable usually, so I stay in sweats and a t-shirt or tights and tanks. but when I do feel like dressing up, i'll usually do any style that I feel like. something sweet, or something sexy. It really depends on my mood.

omg speaking of clothes I LOVE stealing peoples clothes. It's also another part of my love language. I steal my dad's clothes, my brothers give me their clothes they don't want anymore, my other sibling and I share clothes since we're the relatively the same size.

anyway that's uhhh me {:) <3

I have made my decision! For Part 4, I match you with-

Josuke Higashikata!

Your personalities meld together really well! You would so be best friends!

You both have the same sort of sarcastic, mouthy attitude, but not in a jerkass way- more in a loving, silly way! But if you both hate someone equally, that person's feelings are going to be DEMOLISHED

You're both autistic and ADHD together. So cute.

Josuke is the more extroverted part to your introvertedness. Where you have social anxiety, he is the one to step out and speak for you if need be. Definitely the "They asked for no pickles." in your relationship. Where he is the golden retriever, you are the quiet cat underneath his feet.

Another thing you have in common is your love and dedication for your friends and family. He admires that about you, and you share the aggressive loyalty you have for the people you love!

Def vibes with physical touch, I feel he'd always try to hold you hand or be around you. I always see Josuke as a bit of a puppy dog, and would always love to lay on your chest and whine for more cuddles.

Also, he cherishes every gift you'd give him, from the tiniest everyday gift of something silly to the most lavish presents. He has a place in his room for the stuff you've given him. He would also wear any article of clothing you'd give him. I imagine you having cheesy cute matching shirts. His says "If found, return me to most beautiful person." and yours says "I am beautiful person" or something like that.

LOVES how you look in his shirts!!! And thinks it is so cute when you sleep in them. Definitely has pics in his phone of you falling asleep in his jackets.

Will definitely look over your shoulder and watch you write, every once in a while giving input or saying what a great job you are doing! "Oh my God... Harper, that is so freaking sick!"

I feel you and Rohan would get along as friends in writing ability, and might write or talk about ideas together, in which Josuke may get a bit jealous in a cute way.

Adores you more than anyone in the world. If anyone gets too close, or makes you uncomfortable, Josuke will annihilate them. With NO mercy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

And! For Part 5, I choose-

Bruno Bucciarati!

This may seem unexpected, but after thinking about it. Perfect

You both have an extremely kind and dedicated demeanor towards those you care about!

You and Bucciarati both have many things in common, and a common goal. He is righteous and kind, and the most important thing to him is loyalty to his family and friends. He is honorable and compassionate and will sacrifice himself to uphold those values- and he sees you would be willing to do the same.

Meeting you, he realized you both have the same resolve, same outlook, and same loyalty, to the group and most importantly, to eachother. You're both family oriented and he LOVES that.

Affection wise Bruno is slow and sweet. He enjoys physical affection just as much as you do, probably more. The thing is, Bruno loves giving gifts more than receiving them. Of course you are getting the most amazing and lavish gifts possible, he loves to spoil you! But in all reality, the times when you get to be alone, whether in a little restaurant somewhere or after a hard-fought battle, he just loves existing with you, and getting to see your passion and resolve grow stronger with every minute you are together.

He does keep the small things you give him in his pockets on missions. <3

I feel Bruno is very emotionally intelligent and picks up on the social cues when you get anxious. But he is sure to never speak over you. He always reassures you and builds your confidence. "Amore mio, you know how strong you are. Do not be afraid to speak your truth."

He very much appreciates the quieter things and both of your more introverted personalities work well together.

He is so incredibly patient and loves just to hear you talk about anything- whatever special interest or thing you've learned- he's very attentive.

(Also. thinks you look sexy in his jacket. the boob window is hot af)

#jinkai #jinkai speaks #jojos bizarre adventure #matchups #matchup trade #SO FUN #ive never done this before!#so i apologize if its ass #SO CUTE #jjba #jjba part 4 #jjba part 5

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chubbyjjba · 5 years ago

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Being on your own in college is hard, especially when you’re used to your mother’s cooking (and portions!) It seems Josuke has a little trouble knowing when to stop.

#chubby!josuke #chubbyjjba #stuffing art #request

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dilfartist · 3 years ago

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Jojo’s reaction to Insecure Chubby reader saying “I’m not pretty.”

A/n: I think some of these characters are ooc. Especially Giorno. Anyway enjoy!

Jonathan joestar

You weren’t very confident when it came to your appearance. How could you be when everyone around you teased you for your weight. You didn’t fit London’s beauty standards; people would remind you of this constantly. The last time you confessed to a man, he laughed in your face and insulted your image. It wounded your self-confidence greatly. You’ve stopped trying to find someone to love you: you’re too scared you’ll be bombarded with taunts again. You've given up on love entirely.

Your friends, on the other hand, tried desperately to find you a man. They were already married and felt that you were lonely without a partner. During your weekly hangouts, they mentioned a ball hosted at the Joestar mansion. They suggested you accompany them to the party to find a partner. Though you had no desire to go to the ball, They managed to convince you to come with promises of fun.

They took you out to shops to purchase a dress for the night. They lent you the money needed to buy a gown. Each dress you tried on only seemed to fill you with insecurity. It wasn't the gowns you had chosen, no, they were beautiful. The only imperfection you saw in the mirror was yourself. Looking around, you could hear the giggles and feel judging glances from the other women in the store. Were they laughing at you? Did you look that bad? Nevertheless, your friends managed to persuade you to buy the dress.

The night of the ball, you attempted to keep a low profile by standing In the corner of the ballroom. You dismissed your friends chastising about standing in the corner. You already knew no one wanted to dance with you, so why try? Halfway through the party, you found a comfortable chair near a window and sat down, admiring the Joestar gardens.

Suddenly your attention is caught by the sound of a group of women calling out to someone. They are greeting a man named Jojo. Wait, Jojo? Oh, one of the sons of the man who organized the ball. Jonathan Joestar. You watched as the women surrounded Jonathan, complimenting him and giving him all their attention, making many men angry. Jonathan was very popular among the ladies: you've heard women gushing over him countless times. You understood the hype. Jonathan was not only a very handsome man but a gentleman at heart.

Classical music began to play, interrupting the women. The women around Jonathan attempted to dance with him, but other men whisked them away before they could ask. You turned to appreciate the garden once again. However, you had the abrupt urge to turn to look at Jonathan again. Your eyes widen. Jonathan is looking at you with a smile, one of your friends is beside him pointing at you and whispering. You watch in horror as Jonathan inches closer to you with each stride he takes.

“Excuse me, Milady, would you care for a dance?”

You've lost your voice resulting in you nodding in response. For once, you feel eyes on you because of jealousy. Dancing with Jonathan is an experience, yet you find yourself becoming upset. Jonathan catches the change in your mood, “what's the matter, are you not enjoying yourself?” he asks softly. “No, I'm enjoying myself,” you reply, “It's just, well, I don't want you to force yourself to dance because you pity me.”

Jonathan gives you a look of utter confusion. “Pity? Why would I be pitying you?”

You glanced at the ground, “I'm not...as pretty as the other women attending. They all have slimmer figures than I do. Which is the reason no man had asked me to dance. You must have felt terrible for me.”

“Nonsense, who would fill your head with such lies?! You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on.”

Jonathan’s voice was soft, yet you could still hear the anger in his tone. You felt flustered. Jonathan was genuinely angered by the fact anyone would make you believe you weren't attractive.

You felt flustered. Jonathan was genuinely angered by the fact anyone would make you think you weren't beautiful. After the dance was over, Jonathan took you into the garden where you spent the rest of the party getting to know each other.

Joseph Joestar

Lisa Lisa let both the maids and her students have a day off. With both groups working so hard, Lisa Lisa thought it was only fair to let them have their fun. After all, today’s sun was unbearable. Even with the air conditioning on, you would still have sweat dripping off you like a popsicle melting. Caesar drove Lisa Lisa, Joseph, You, and Suzi Q to the beach for a day of relaxation.

Lisa Lisa found a less crowded spot near the ocean and right where the sun shined brightly. Joseph and Ceasar fought because Joseph thought it was funny to push caesar into the ocean while Caesar flirted with a couple of women. Lisa Lisa tanned, read a magazine, and drank red wine. That left you and Suzi Q.

Suzi Q looked away giggling from the boys fighting, “Even when we have a break, they still have time to fight.” She turned to you then paused, “Something wrong, Y/n?” She followed your eyes to Joseph eyeing a group of women in their bathing suits with a pervy smirk. You quietly mumbled to yourself “I wish Joseph looked at me like that. I don't even think he thinks I'm pretty.” you’ve had a crush on Joseph for a long time, yet you've never really seemed to interest him: well that's what you believed. Today you wore your maid outfit instead of a swimming suit because you hadn't had time to buy one. Suzi Q placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “He does, you just never catch him.” you let out a heavy sigh as a reply, “it seems to me, he's only into skinny women.”

Suzi Q desperately wanted to make you feel better. She looked around for anything to up your spirit, there she spotted a clothing shop. She smiled and tapped your shoulder, “Why don't we visit that shop over there, hm? I’m sure Joseph will be checking you out if you buy a swimsuit.” you thought about it for a minute, then looked back at Joseph talking with the girls, “let's do it!”

You excitedly enter the shop with Suzi Q. Immediately, Suzi Q rummages through beautiful racks of expensive swimsuits. She's going on about how pretty you’ll look in all of the swimsuits she picks. Meanwhile, you focused on the feeling of eyes on your back. You notice a group of women looking at you with disgusted faces. You were used to this by now, especially with all women's tv programs telling their viewers that plus-sized/chubby women would never find a husband, unlike skinny women. You made a face back and looked through swimwear with Suzi.

You found the cutest swimsuit/bikini/ burkini/swimwear and went to try it on in the dressing rooms. When you got it on your body, you instantly hated it. You felt so unconfident wearing it. Instead of continuing to shop for more, you bought the one you already chose not wanting to waste any more time on your day off.

When the two of you arrived back at the beach, you hid behind a near bar. You didn't want to be seen by Joseph. You watched from afar as Joseph and Caesar competed in volleyball competition. You take your eyes off them for a minute to order a nonalcoholic drink, you look back up and are confused.

“Let me guess what your thinking! “Wait a minute, where did Joseph go?” well I'm right here.” Joseph grins and flexes his muscles at the end of his sentence.

“Joseph.” you smile, “what are you doing over here?” Joseph smirks, “y’know I could ask the same, y/n. Today is a day when we are supposed to be spending time together. Why don’t you join me in the water before the sun sets?” you Instinctively pull at the towel hiding your body, “I would it's just...I’m not pretty in what I bought.”

Joseph’s smirk drops, “really? I think you’re too hard on yourself. Show me and I'll be the judge.” you reluctantly pull the towel off, presenting your swimwear and body to him. Joseph’s smirk returns. Joseph places a hand on his chin, “I don't understand how you find yourself unattractive, I'm extremely aroused by your looks, babe! I'm surprised you haven't caught me checking you out on other occasions.”

Joseph walked away leaving you stunned. He turned his head towards you before he was out of your vision, “Come on, let's play a game of volleyball! Whoever wins gets to decide where our first date will be.”

Jotaro Kujo

You’ve always had a crush on Jotaro Kujo. Ever since the trip to Egypt and getting to know Jotaro. You would never make it known to Jotaro. You were sure the last thing Jotaro wanted was his friend, who’s a girl, to have a crush on him after dealing with all the women who harassed him. Maybe he just wanted one woman to feel only platonic feelings for him. It had become hard for you during college since Jotaro offered you to stay with him in an apartment off campus.

You hoped by staying as far away from Jotaro as you could, you wouldn't let your feelings slip. To get away from Jotaro, you either went to the library or hung out with friends. On one particular day, you needed to study for an important upcoming test, so you went to the library.

While you studied, you were interrupted by a group of girls loudly whispering. Getting a glimpse of the group, you already knew these girls. They were the ones who followed Jotaro around. You hated them. You rolled your eyes and tried to get back to studying. The moment they mention Jotaro in their conversation, they caught your interest.

“You know what I overheard Jotaro saying?” one of the girls said, turning to the next page of her magazine. The other girls look at her with curiosity. “I heard Jotaro has a type!” the girls around started excitingly asking questions. “Apparently, His type is thin women or that's what I've heard. He isn't attracted to women with plump figures.”

You quietly scoff. You knew Jotaro didn't say that, she probably made it up. However, you couldn't stop the feeling of your growing sadness. Could it be true? Most men did prefer women with a slimmer body, did that include Jotaro as well? You close your library book and went to leave. You were surprised to see Jotaro waiting for you by a bookcase, watching you closely. Jotaro gestures for you to follow him.

You follow Jotaro out of the Library doors and into his car. “Why’d you come to the library?” you asked fastening your seatbelt. Jotaro starts his car by twisting the keys into the ignition, “I was picking up some take out for dinner and decided to pick you up as well. I don't want you walking home when it starts getting dark.” you thank him and the car ride home was silent.

For the ongoing days, you’d been gloomy. The thoughts of Jotaro simply not loving you because of your looks hurt you.

It was nighttime, and as usual, you were studying with the occasional breaks. This was your last break before finishing reviewing completely. You left your room and chose to unwind on the balcony for some fresh air.

You open the glass door that leads to the balcony, then walk over to the handrail. The atmosphere surrounding you is warm. It isn't too cold but it‘s not hot either. You enjoy the night sky filled with millions of shining stars and one full moon. The scenery is lovely. “Thought I'd find you out here.” a deep voice mumbles. Jotaro stands next to you, leaning against the handrail. The two of you stare at the sky, not saying a word. The silence is interrupted by Jotaro, “What's on your mind? You are not yourself.” the words are spoken in a gruff tone; many people would assume he was annoyed but being beside Jotaro for so long you knew this was his way of voicing his worry.

You realized if you dismissed his concerns it would lead you nowhere, so you needed to tell him or he wouldn't leave it alone. You sigh, pondering on ways to tell him how you felt. “You’ll think it's silly.” Jotaro turns to face you, his eyes scanning your expression, “I won't. Tell me.”

You figure you might as well tell him about everything you've kept hidden. If he's asking now and given you the perfect opportunity. You nervously start to talk, “Well, I've liked you for a long time Jotaro. I haven't told you because you might just want me to be a friend to you and I'm too scared of rejection. I’m not pretty because of my body and I don't think I have anything to offer to you. I thought if I just stayed away from you, hid my how I truly felt, my feelings would fade away fast. They haven't.” you couldn't look Jotaro in the eyes, looking anywhere else, afraid of his reaction.

A silence followed after your confession. You bit your lip cursing yourself, regretting your decision quickly.

“Y/n, look at me.” Jotaro softly spoke, convincing you to do as he instructed. Jotaro’s expression is soft and accompanied by a warm, rare smile. “Don't think that about yourself...” he pauses. He isn't a man of words, but he knew you needed solace. He just didn't know what he could say. “You look good to me, and that's all that matters because I...like you as well.”

That went better than you expected.

Josuke Higashikata

Today was Valentine’s day or more known as White day. A day when individuals either celebrated their love for their partner/s or confessed their feelings. You weren't too exhilarated about the day. Usually, on Valentine’s, you would observe as other girls have boys confess their love to them and give them gifts as an appreciation for what they received on Valentine's Day. You never really had the experience. You participated a couple of times, however, the boys never gave you anything in return, or they’d unhappily looked at you. You never really understood why boys didn't like you. You blamed it on many of your qualities, but you greatly inculpated your physique. You acknowledged the fact boys usually went for the skinny girls; It made you loathe your semblance.

As usual, you walked by a crowd of couples while dismissing the heartache you felt. It was the end of the school day, so you went to place your school shoes in your locker. You reached your locker, put in the lock code, then swung open the locker door. To your stupefaction, there was a pink note inside. Your heartbeat begins to increase. You slowly reach into the locker and pull out the pink piece of paper.

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❤︎︎

Your cheeks flush. Was this real?! On cue, the bell rang to release all of the students in the building. You jump slightly. Curious about the person behind the note and the opportunity of hopefully finding a boyfriend, you left to the back of the building. With each step that made you closer to your destination, your mind raced with thoughts of who your admire could be. A goofy smile was plastered on your face when you arrived at the spot.

You examined the sight surrounding you. You stood where many dumped the school trash. The horrendous smell of trash was covered by the fragrance from the cherry trees encircling the area, making it tolerable to stand and wait. It wasn't the most romantic place, but you could care less. You waited a couple of minutes until you heard someone from behind you awkwardly clear their throat.

Behind you stood Josuke Higashikata, the most popular boy in your school. Seeing Josuke, you instantly apologized, “Oh, I'm sorry, Higashikata. I was told to meet someone here. If you want, I can move out of your way if you’re meeting someone too.” Josuke’s lips formed into a nervous smile, his cheeks flushing, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck, “Well, here I am.”

Josuke Higashikata, the boy who can have any girl he wants, the most handsome boy in the school, the hot delinquent that will beat the shit out of anyone who dares to mock his hairdo, the boy with a heart of gold, the boy you’ve been crushing on for a year; is the one who asked you to meet him at the back of the school. You can't even express your joy. Your cheeks are hot, your knees are wobbly, your heart is pounding in your chest, and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Josuke Higashkata likes you!?

Josuke bites his lip. You’re just blankly staring at him. Did you not like him? Were you unimpressed that he was the one who showed up? Were all those hours of practicing in the mirror, for this moment and what leads after, for nothing? Josuke nervously fumbles with something in his pocket, “I brought you something.” he places a baggie in the palm of your hands. You open the baggie taking out many lollipops: all are your favorite flavor. “Thanks...” you reply shyly. Josuke smiles, finally a positive response! “Do you know what the lollipops mean?”

Oh, right! There are different meanings to the candies given. You've forgotten which candies mean which.

You smile sheepishly, “I'm sorry, I've forgotten.” Josuke gives a reassuring smile, “that's alright! You’re a foreigner after all. Marshmallows mean I dislike you, Cookies mean let's Remain friends, and Hard candies mean I like you.”

“You like me?” you blurt out in astonishment. It was obvious from the start but hearing the words leaving Josuke’s lips was eye-opening.

“I mean, yeah! I've actually liked you for a long time and- why are you crying? Are you okay?”

You didn't notice the tears falling down your cheeks till Josuke pointed it out. You continue to cry, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment. Josuke started to apologize for making you cry, confused about what he did to cause this to occur. “It's not your fault Josuke.” you sniffle, wiping away your remaining tears. “I'm not used to anyone liking me. Let alone someone I've also liked for a long time. I’m not very pretty because of my weight-.”

Josuke cut you off before you could add on to your sentence, “Not pretty? What are you talking about? You're gorgeous! Plus, I'm more of a fan of chubby girls than skinny girls. If you ask me, you look cute!”

Josuke finds a napkin in one of his pockets, “here, use this. I keep a napkin for Okuyasu since he cries a lot. I swear he gets snot everywhere.” you both giggle.

In the end, you and Josuke go on a date. The date was perfect, you loved every second of it. On the way back to your home, Josuke and you planned the next date. Hopefully, you’d eventually become a couple. (spoiler: you do!)

Giorno Giovanna

The house phone rings, echoing throughout your home. You sigh; you had just sat down and now the phone rings. You lazily arise from the couch leisurely walking to the kitchen. You pick the phone up, placing it to your ear, “Hello?” you answer in an annoyed tone. The person on the other side of the line speaks almost immediately, “Hello, Y/n. I hope I'm not disturbing you.” Your attitude vanishes, replaced by a small smile. “No, not at all Giorno! I'm always happy to speak with you. It’s just that today hasn't been the best for me.”

“I’m sorry to hear. I was going to invite you over for dinner but it seems like you’d like to be left alone.” Dinner? With Giorno? “No, I’d love to come over! I don't think there is anything in my fridge anyway.” you open your fridge, confirming your suspicion. “Great! I’ll send a trusted friend to pick you up.” You can sense a smile on his face implied by the way he spoke.

Knowing Giorno he’d bring you to one of the fanciest restaurants in Italy. You searched through your closet for anything fancy for you to wear. During your hunt, you caught sight of a golden box In the back. You drag the box out and place it on your lap. Oh yeah, this was the box you found on your doorstep a couple of days ago. You had been too tired to open the box and stuffed it in the closet. Inside the box was a (dress/suit) in your favorite color; you recognized it from a window display you may have stared at for too long. You excitedly dressed till you were happy with your look.

After getting ready for the night, you step outside your home only to be greeted by the sight of an expensive limo in front of your house. The limousine’s front window rolls down and out pops a tan man dressed in a chauffeur outfit. “Yo, are you y/n?” you nod, “I'm Mista, m ‘here to pick ya up.” Mista exits the vehicle and opens the back door for you. You thank him and enter. During the drive to the restaurant, Mista made you comfortable enough to engage in small talk. The car ride wasn't awkward as you thought it would be. You couldn't stop laughing on the way to the restaurant because of Mista.

Mista pulls up to the entrance, bidding you goodbye with the tip of his hat. The car door next to you opens suddenly. “I’m so glad you could join me, y/n.” Giorno greets with a kind smile. Giorno is wearing a snow-white suit with golden ladybug pins, his hair is down instead of being braided as usual. He looked very handsome.

Giorno grabs your hand and leads you to the back of the restaurant. You were confused, why weren't you and Giorno sitting with the rest of the restaurant? “I pulled a few strings which earned us a private table.” Giorno must have caught onto your confusion with such a fast reply.

The scene in front of you was lovely. A small circle table, dressed with a red tablecloth, a candle burns in the center creating a candlelight dinner. Four candles surround the table adding light to the darkness. The smell of the briny ocean is delightful; you could never get tired of it. “I didn't know you were taking me on a date, Giorno. I thought we were going out to catch up.” you teased.

Giorno pulls out your chair like a gentleman, “We could always turn this into a date if that's what you’d like.” You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Giorno was never one to flirt, so what changed? “I wouldn't mind going on a date with you, Giorno. I’m sure you've had enough experience with other girls to make a date perfect.” It had officially become a date.

The date was near its end. You and Giorno were finishing up the night talking about each other's feelings. Who liked who first, what made you realize your feelings, thoughts on each other, etc.

“I’m surprised you actually like me, Giorno. I'm not used to anyone liking me,” you say twirling pasta onto your fork and then taking a bite. Giorno raises a brow, “what makes you think I'm the only one to have a crush on you?” You didn't see the need to lie to Giorno, so you told him the truth, “I, and many others, don't consider myself pretty. They only care for my looks, you on the other hand like me for my personality.”

Giorno’s natural expression turns into one of sympathy. Giorno reaches for your hand and stares deep into your eyes, “You’re beautiful in every way. You are attractive, trust me, I wouldn't lie to you.”

(I don't know how to end this one. The end.)

Jolyne Kujo

You’ve been Jolyne’s cellmate for a total of eight months. The both of you are close friends, even if you had a rough start. In the beginning, Jolyne was rude to you. You understood her reason for acting such a way; this was a prison. The majority of women here were not to be trusted. Since you were new, you were a target. A group of prisoners ganged up on you, harassing you for money. When you explained to them you had no money on you, they became violent. Before they could land a punch on you, Jolyne came to your rescue. She beat the group bloody till she was satisfied. Jolyne started to teach you what you needed to know In prison, commencing a friendship.

Right about now it's lights out. You’re bored in bed. You want to ask Jolyne if she's awake but you don't want to disturb her. You figure you might as well go to sleep- “Y/n, you up?” a familiar voice whispers. Nevermind. “Yeah,” you reply in a whisper as well. “Do you mind if I complain to you? You’re the only one I really trust to talk with.” You felt pride in the fact she trusted you. You climb out of bed and up the bunk bed ladder. “Sure, I don't mind.” Jolyne shifts to a sitting position creating more room for you.

She starts to vent about her father, and how he was never there for her growing up. Then the conversation changes. She speaks of the growing stress she feels building up every day. You listen until she's done with her rant. She appears happier getting her feelings off her chest. She smiles at you, “thanks for listening, Y/n. Before we go to bed or whatever, I have a question.” “what is it?” “What's on your mind? I know something is wrong.”

What's on your mind?

Recently you've felt insecure about your semblance. You overheard a couple of other inmates speaking about you. It wasn't hard to tell they spoke of you. They described every feature of you while spewing insults. If you thought them making fun of your features was hurtful, you wouldn't want to hear them speaking of your body.

You look down at you'd nails. A sigh escapes your lips, “It’s nothing Jolyne.” Jolyne frowns, “Y/n, you obviously have something important on your mind. Go ahead and tell me.”

You couldn't deny Jolyne with those puppy eyes she gave. “I overheard some girls making fun of my weight. I already know I'm not pretty, they didn't need to rudely remind me.”

Jolyne comes closer to you, “don’t say that! You’re hot as hell y/n! Those girls are just assholes.“

Your face heats up, “You’re too sweet, Jolyne.” you grin. “What I'm serious!” she pouts. “Matter of fact, why don't you describe them so I can have a chat with them.

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