#jjba x black reader

[blond3ang3l]

Country boy dio! who only loves his sweetheart and their little family.

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Who convinced you to come live with him on the farm. He spends every day workin hard on it. Dealing with all the animals, workin in that hot sun all day. Harsh tan lines turning his once pale skin a golden bronze. His blonde hair slicked back into his mullet. Sweat sticking to his skin from the past four hours of him barreling hay to keep everything in pristine condition so you didn't have to worry about a thing.

It had been such a long time since he had left his piece of shit to rot in his loneliness. Once his dear mom had passed and things started to get bad between him and his dad he left and didn’t look bad. He started doing any work he could to get. He went from dealing to helpin in some different shops doing just about everything. Within the years he had fucked up and had four kids. He loved them even if he knew he didn’t have means to care for them. He did his damned best to make sure they had what they need before he had anything.

Shit was hard for a hot minute. That was he stumbled across an elderly couple who were saying how they needed to get rid of their old farm but had no one that even wanted to look at it. He couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity. It was hard for the first two years but him and the kids had somewhere warm to stay. He ended up confiding in Jonathan who felt like it was his duty to help Dio. He ended up talking to some friends and spread word around about Dio’s work and soon enough people were coming to him for just about everything. Business was booming all year round.

He never expected any kind of success, just wanting to make enough to get by but this was amazing to him. But he did have a problem, having four little boys was not easy. Especially when he went out to the city to restock on stuff. Ungalo and Rikiel were both over hyper and god it was hard to keep up. They would run around the store like they would back on the farm. Dio would always scold them but this time he couldn’t because he was as actually glad they did since that led him to meeting you.

He had noticed they ran away once again and when he saw them they were in your arms as you asked them where their parents where. He was shook by your looks. The way your clothes fit, huggin you nicely. The books you were once holding now pressed against his chest. He could see the dermal piercings on your chest peeking out your shirt. It was so new to him and god be moved it.

He snapped out of it when he saw the boys pointing at him and he had to rush over while still holding Giorno and Donatello.

“M’ so sorry bout that. These two given me hell.”

“Don’t worry bout it, I got siblings I know how it is. You and mama must have your hands full.”

“Nah s’ just me.”

“Oh shit, my bad hun. Didn’t mean to like be insensitive.”

“No no, don’t worry doll.”

You smiled a bit at the name as you handed off Ungalo and Rikiel to him.

“I’ll see you around I’m hoping?”

“Yeah, most definitely.”

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“Pa! S’ getting too hot out here. Come in the house!”

He turned around when he heard your voice. He put his pitchfork down and took in the sight of you standing on the porch. You looked so fucking good. Your curls were framing your face, your plump lips with a small frown due to you hating how the sun was beaming against you. Dio loved it though, seeing it bounce off your moisturized skin. And you of course weren’t by yourself no. You had his- you guys four little boys. Giorno on your hip, rikiel standing next to you and holding on your leg, and ungalo chasing Donatello all around the porch.

He wanted to marry you then and there. You accepted his four boys and raised them like you had given birth to them. And the boys loved you like no other. Often fighting with their papa to get your attention. Rikiel and Giorno were especially bad. They absolutely adored you. And dio hated to admit it but he sometimes grew jealous at how much you babied the boys.

He made his way over to you when he realized you were still callin out to him. A small smirk appearing on his face as he approached you.

“Miss me, doll?”

You didn’t even get to respond when Donatello and Ungalo tackled their father into a hug. They only 6 and 7 but they were damn big boys just like they daddy. He chuckled as he picked them up into his arms as if they weighed nothing.

“Y’ four bein good for ya mama/papa, huh?”

Rikiel was the first one to speak up, peeking from behind your legs.

“Ma/pa said you were gonna take us t’ the city! And that we were gonna see TiTi Erina and Uncle Jonny!”

Dio cocked an eyebrow at this which caused you to explain.

“Erina called earlier while I was cookin. It’s lil Lisa Lisa’s birthday tomorrow. Wan’ take the boys to see their cousin. Plus I could do some shoppin while we’re out there. Get the boys some new clothes. Same f’ myself. Like to look good f’ my man.”

Dio couldn’t help but chuckle at your last comment. He also took notice at how his accent was starting to rub off on you.

“Yeah alright, guess m’ takin you four t’ the city after all.”

Amid the kids cheering Dio had leaned down to plant a kiss on your glossy lips. But the kiss was cut short when a tiny hand tugged at Dio’s hair. It was none other than his youngest boy Giorno. The mini version of him, they were so alike even though he was only a mere two years old.

“Y’ lil brat, can’t hog ‘em all to y’self.”

He was only met with babbles from Giorno which made you chuckle.

“Protective jus’ like his daddy.”

“Hmph. Guess he is.”

His smile grew on his face as he watched you usher the boys into the house. God he loved you more than life itself…

Part 2 coming soon!

[lemmetreatya]

head builder!polnareff whos serious about his job and makes sure his men’s work ethic is top-par. head builder!polnareff who treats all his clients with utmost respect unless it’s you. head builder!polnareff who wolf-whistles at you once you pass by underneath the scaffolding of the new build. head builder!polnareff who yelps and hollers for you to “give him some eye candy” despite him knowing you’re the site manager. head builder!polnareff who confuses the other builders about why usually stoic and serious you is so lenient with the man.

head builder!polnareff who you light heartedly flip off from below because he’s normally a crass man — which you know — he’s been one of your most stable and reliable construction contractor for years. but one day you buy head builder!polnareff up on that offer as he pops his into your portable onsite office to piss you off.

“merde!…”

head builder!polnareff would be a spluttering mess as you kneel onto your office floor behind your desk and slowly run your mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. head builder!polnareff would have one hand cupping your cheek whilst his other arm lays over his eyes.

just as head builder!polnareff is about to cum, one of his men walk in to ask where you are, something about clearing off time. head builder!polnareff; with his face beet red and clearly dishevelled tries his best to act natural — despite unnaturally sitting in your office chair and looking like he was about to explode. but as you continue to suck at his cock whilst also massaging at his balls, head builder!polnareff is unable to contain his orgasm from pushing over him.

“t-t-t-t-they said they’ll— fuck!”

head builder!polnareff thrashes himself face forwards onto your desk as he cums down the canals of your throat, a suppressed groan leaving his mouth as tries his best to shoo off the builder who’s highly concerned for his sudden reaction.

[saintlevrant]

© JJBA'S GU1D0 M1ST4

[mscordonean]

I DON'T WANNA MISS YOU, BUT I CAN'T HELP IT BABY.

Toxic Ex!Josuke finds you at a party he went to unwillingly. Suddenly he's glad his friends pulled him to this party and he ignored his introvertness. He doesn't want anything to do with you until he sees you talking to Okuyasu Nijimura.

Introvert!Josuke x Popular black fem!reader

"Josukeee try to have some fun buddy" Okuyasu tries to cheer him up by putting an arm around his shoulder when Koichi stops him. "Y'know he's still upset about yn and the break up". Josuke's eye twitches as the memories of you saying 'we're done' and slamming his dorm room door flood his mind. "Didn't you guys break up like 3 weeks ago, get over it man". Okuyasu says patting his back. "Fym get over it, it was 3 days ago dickhead". "Woahh chill out big guy," Okuyasu backs off and goes to join a group of girls.

Josuke downs a cup of whatever punch was on the table and stares aimlessly at the group of girls chatting with Okuyasu. Josuke was never really one for relationships, especially one with the most popular girl in their year but when she said she wanted to get to know him there were no objections involved. It was hard dating you since you had you're main friend group of 4 and a whole lotta people following you in hopes to become you're number one. And to make it even worse, guys were all over you every second. If you weren't a part time model and such a sweet sweet girl he would have have had you all to himself. He was just a loser who was focused on his studies, he was even lucky he managed to spend any time with you.

When Josuke snaps back into reality he sees his own dear friend chatting up some girl. At first he felt happy for his friend in landing a chick but then the girls face becomes visible to him. It was you. Something ignited in him when you touched Okuyasu's shoulder and he stalked closer to you.

"Okuyasu get tf out of here before I beat you to a bloody pulp". Josuke said to Okuyasu but his eyes were focused on you. " She ain't yours no more lil bro" Okuyasu instigated. "I'm fine Oku you can leave". He tries to protest but eventually gives in and wanders into the kitchen. "wtf is wrong with you Josuke" you look up at his unfazed appearance. "You have some nerve trying to fw my friend, don't play with his feelings". His voice drops an octave. "I don't know... He's pretty cute and taller than you". You pat his hair and one strand falls out. "Fix it before I rearrange your insides". "You're disgusting". You grab a comb from your bag and yank his shirt down so he's closer to you than before. "Don't play with me girl" Josu warns you. "And what if I'm not playing", you wrap your arms around his neck. Forget the hair, he lifts you up on the wall and kisses you firmly, urging for a deeper way to feel you. He bites your neck and you grab his hair. It falls apart and Josuke grits his teeth. "You're lucky it's you". "Oh really?" You smirk and rub you hands in his hair, tangling it even further. He just carries you outside and slams you onto his car door, kissing and marking you're shoulders.

Koichi: Well I guess they're getting back together

[y3ager]

SHE OURS.

— hamon training has left joseph and caesar oh so high strung… you’ll be a good little helper and give them a hand while lisa lisa and suzie q are gone, won’t you?

joseph j. x black!fem!reader x caesar z.

tags: canonverse, smut, mmf threesome, oral sex (m receiving), double penetration, spitroasting. creampie. minors dni.

“CAESAR! JOSEPH! JUST a few more minutes and i’ll have lunch ready for you guys.” dusting flour off your apron, you smiled sheepishly. “had to run down to the market, we were out of butter! us! out of butter! crazy, huh?” you turned to the stovetop and carefully fished the gently coiled nests of freshly made pasta noodles from the pot of boiling water. “i decided to try my hand at that squid ink pasta you keep raving about, jojo, i really hope it’s to your liking.”

“…, you spoil me!” joseph grinned brightly. as exhausted as he acted while walking through the threshold to the kitchen, he suddenly had the energy to rush up to you and wrap his arms around you tight, pulling you flush against the front of his body. bending his head down, his smile turned impish as he got close to your ear. “keep it up, and i might have to make you my wife.”

“get off the lady, joseph. she’s cooking, and you reek like a pigsty,” caesar scrutinized as your face burned hot. you hoped you could conceal it with the heat wafting off from the stovetop. “hey, …, do you know where master and suzie q are?”

“they told me they had business to attend to in the city. good news is they’ll be gone for a while, so you two have time to eat and rest for a bit.” you squirmed in joseph’s grip. “jojo,” you whine. “i can’t make your plate if you don’t let go. it’s like you’re gonna crush me.”

joseph’s arms loosened, but it wasn’t the only thing that changed about him. at this newfound knowledge his eyes darkened, unbeknownst to you, of course. he glanced over at caesar. for once, mild annoyance didn’t immediately cross his face. his pretty features were instead being decorated with a small smirk. he knew what joseph was thinking just like joseph knew what he was thinking. gone, and for a while, huh?

“you know, you really do take good care of us, …, and i fear we don’t appreciate it enough.” finally, joseph released you from the cage that was his arms, backing up to give you enough space to plate the food. his interest in that, however, was quickly waning. he wanted something else. “i know we’re a handful. caesar more than i.” the italian scoffed.

“you two do plenty. i mean, what can you do? you’re always so busy. i’m just happy i can show i care by doing the most i can to help you.” now free, you had the space to plate the steaming food on perfectly white porcelain plates. next, you scrutinized the two bottles of wine you brought up from the cellar, suddenly unsure of which one you wanted to pair with this late lunch. joseph’s and caesar’s staring certainly didn’t help your indecisiveness. “but now you’re making me nervous staring at my back! it feels like you’re gonna glare holes through me.

“go, shoo-shoo!” you turned and attempted to usher the two men out of the expansive kitchen and towards the dining room of the manor, first nudging the brunet, who kindly entertained your admittedly weak shoving by pretending to exit, and then the blond when he was close enough. you managed to get them closer and closer to the threshold, but only because they let you. “i can bring the plates to you, i can’t expect you to eat standing up! rest while you have a chance. show your appreciation by doing this.”

caesar stopped himself by placing his hand on the the doorframe. “i know you must’ve spent so much time cooking for us and believe me when i say we appreciate it, but i think we want something else.”

"for once i agree with ol' caes! do you mind doing something else for us big fools? we promise it'll be worth your while..."

a cute furrow forms in your brow as you stare up at the two men. "oh, uh, sure!" you exclaim, a bit unsure. the two working in tandem sets off enough alarms in your head, but you know they would sooner die than lead you astray. "what is it that you need...?"

“open your mouth for me, baby.” your face burns as you look up at joseph, his deviously charming crooked smile twinkling back at you. obediently, though, you open your mouth, sticking out your cute little tongue for the joestar. “good girl,” he coos. he languidly strokes his cock with one hand, coaxing it from semi-hard to full on throbbing. with the other, he presses down on your tongue with his thumb. “suck— there ya go, just like that. a little pro, huh? now can you do that with this?” after staring into your glazed over eyes for a few moments, he retracts his hand. a thin line of drool connects his thumb to your tongue. “use your words.”

“y-yes, jo— oh, g-god!” caesar’s hand has moved to your throat, lightly clenching as he eases his heavy cock into your dripping cunt. “c-c— ohh, fuck! please!”

“i’ve been fantasizing about this ever since i first witnessed how your skin glittered under the venitian sun, cara mia.” that caesar, ever the casanova even while he was balls deep inside of you, hips easing back and forth slowly. for now. “how beautiful you look under me, taking me so well. always such a good girl for me. for us.”

a shaky moan passes by your lips before you're reminded of the other man in the vast bed. joseph taps the tip of his dick onto your plump bottom lip, gently reminding you of your other task. eagerly, you open your drooling mouth and with gentility you didn't know the joestar possessed, he pushes himself past your mouth. your lips press firmly around him, your moans a pleasurable vibration on his cock.

you're completely at their mercy now, but there's no place you'd rather be. caesar has hiked up your legs and thrown them around his hips to get the leverage he needs to really fuck into you. joseph might have been soft before, but now there's purpose behind his thrusts deep into your throat. their hands are everywhere, groping your breasts and brown, pebbled nipples, your swollen clit, it's nearly too much to bare.

"oh, please. oh, fuck. fuck me, please." what a chatty little thing you are! pumping joseph's spit soaked dick with your soft hand, you beg and plead the italian to keep going, don't stop. "i'm gonna cum, please," you sob.

"of course, tesoro. cum for me." leaning over slightly, caesar drills into you until you unravel and writhe on the sweaty sheets. your orgasm washing over you, the blond pulls out only to paint your brown cunt white. the sight is enough to send joseph over the edge. with a loud, low groan he cums as well, spilling white over your lips and part of you cheek. you lick it away eagerly. everyone’s panting, bodies numb and slick with a thin layer of sweat.

joseph, unsurprisingly, breaks the silence first. “you have another one in there for us, don’t you, pretty girl? you’ll love this, too.” he’s maneuvering the two of you, his back against the headboard before he pulls you up to place you in his lap, your back against his chest.

“jojo,” caesar starts.

“oh, don’t act high and mighty now! like you haven’t fantasized about this too.”

“about.. what..?” dickdrunk as you are you can’t say you appreciate them talking like you’re not even there.

joseph’s hand easily envelopes your face, gently squeezing your cheeks until you lips form a gentle pout. “us fucking you at the same exact time.” his other hand slides down your body until it meets you cunt, making you shiver. “now, you would love that, wouldn’t you?” two of his fingers sink deep inside, walls still so wet and warm.

“yes, ohh, y-yes.. please.. please…” you open your legs wider so the joestar can have even more access, missing how caesar swallows thickly.

“look at her,” joseph coos before looking up at caesar, grinning mischievously. “we can’t keep the poor lady waiting.”

caesar tries to maintain his gentleman image but the needy, wanton, downright slutty look in your hazed over eyes has all the blood in his body rushing straight from his brain to his dick. the wetness dripping down from your folds proves to be just the lubricant joseph needs, his thick tip pressing into your back hole and making you shudder in pleasure. “jojo,” you whine.

“that’s a good girl,” he praises, one hand easing up to fondle your tit, fingers pressing and pinching your nipple.

“caes,” you call out, still getting stretched by joseph but wanting more. seemingly at you beck and call, he sidles forward, lining himself up with your awaiting hole. "fuck m- oh, fuck." you feel impossibly full as the italian slides his dick deep inside you. the two work together in tandem, with one of them sliding out of you as the other pushes inside, keeping you stuffed. once again, you're nearly overwhelmed as you're sandwiched between the two men, their moans low and heavy in your ears. "feels s' fuckin good.." your back arches up, chest pressing into caesar's as your cunt flutters and clenches. "s-so.. much.." they speed up, making you bit your lip and clench your fists had, body trembling.

"give it to us, love. let it out." joseph pumps his hips harder, his own orgasm coming closer and closer. the mild shakiness in caesar's thrusts signaling his own.

it's too much now, them pressing so deep into you finally pushes you over the edge with a loud cry, their own cum quickly spilling from your spent holes.

everyone falls away, caesar next to the of you on his chest, joseph with his back against the headboard with a loud sigh, and you on top. hearts are racing, chests heaving in greedy gulps of thick air. wits about you after a couple minutes, you realize you want to continue helping them out.

a/n: blah blah no anal w/o proper lube blah blah i never claimed to be an accurate sex narrator

never written for jjba b4 but pt 2 had the writing juices flowing last year! yes, this is from last year… 🫠

[daikiswife]

Sometimes I think I'm maturing when I start having crush on non toxic characters, then I'm rewatching jojo ans simp on dio and all pillarmen

[yae-energy]

…jotaro with an rnb singer! fiancé? also best part by her and daniel caesar would go with this 🤭

“you’re the best part”

synopsis: jotaro finally ready to give love a second chance

cast: bodyguard! jotaro x rnb singer! black fem reader (jolyne is mentioned briefly)

universe: modern au?

wc: 1.1k wrds , 5.8k char

cw: angst to comfort (?) happy ending, established relationship, very cheesy (and shitty) writing , mostly proofread (i tried my best y’all but looking at my own work makes me cringe bad)

a/n: bro im so so so mega sorry if this is so trash/not what you asked for 😭 i am not good at actually writing so pls forgive me. i hope you like it tho <3 , also thank you v much for requesting 🫶🏽 mwah.

"utterly breathtaking."

those were the words that you used to describe the blazing hues of orange, yellow, and red that painted the horizon, as the sun ultimately began its descent. causing the sweltering summer heat to finally come to a halt as a result, and instead be replaced with a gentle breeze that danced through the air. wisps of your curls being disturbed in the process whilst your eyes remained glued to the sunset.

upon looking at you, he can't help but wonder why he didn't see it back then, why he didn't pay closer attention to the way the sun beautifully kissed your skin. or how you glowed underneath the moonlight, or even the gentle tone of voice you used whenever you spoke to him.

he felt stupid- foolish, one could say.

why did he wait so long? why did he wait so long to fully relish in the prickly feeling that arose whenever your hand just so happened to glide against his own? or admire how your lips looked whenever you applied your favorite gloss.

sometimes he just can't help but wonder, why?

then the answer clicks.

he simply wasn't allowed to. falling in love with you wasn't in his job description, he was your bodyguard. his job was to protect you, to shield you from the harsh realities of your successful career, and to barricade you from the rush of paparazzi attempting to make their way to you any chance they could. he was excellent at his job, so much so that even he knew to never cross that boundary with you.

he was far too afraid to, far too afraid to hurt you like he had done others in the past. like he had done to his former wife, his daughter even. he wasn't there as much as he should have been and he knew that, no matter how understanding they were about his career and the long, long, hours that came with it. the feeling haunted him.

and for the many, many, years after the fact, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that he harbored deep in his soul. he just couldn't allow that again. he couldn't allow himself to hurt someone else because of his own mistakes. mistakes no one held against him anymore, mistakes jolyne managed to forgive him for long ago.

so why couldn't he do the same for himself? why did he use it as a reminder to keep himself in check? as motivation to keep you as far away from him as possible- not that, that was an easy job in itself. he did work for you after all.

24/7 he was at your beck and call. walking you to all your favorite shops whenever you felt the urge to go, escorting you out of blacked-out vehicles and being your personal buffer between you, and the obnoxiously bright flashes of light being emitted from those large, ugly, cameras.

24/7 he was with you.

and a very large part of himself is livid for waiting so long to appreciate that.

to appreciate how you'd gift him small trinkets to show gratitude for all his hard work. to appreciate how you always made a conscious effort to bring him hearty meals if you noticed he wasn't eating as well as he should've been.

to appreciate how you'd call his name so prettily whenever you needed him for something. and how it sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies to his stomach each and every time.

god, he was foolish, unequivocally so.

and it hurt too much to think about, even for him. you were so kind to him, so sweet and understanding of his past, of all the mistakes he made. you didn't judge him like he judged himself for all those years. and that's when he realized it was time to put that shame and guilt to rest.

to allow himself to feel loved and cared for despite his mistakes- that seemingly everyone forgave him for, but himself.

to allow himself to relish in the way your hands glided against his own.

to allow himself to admire the way you applied your favorite gloss.

to allow himself to be loved by you. and to be loved by you till death did you apart.

utterly breathtaking. those are the words he'd use to describe you.

you were the best part of his morning, evening and night. the best part of his career, and the best part of himself.

which brings him back to the present. all those cherished memories between the two of you acting as his sole motivation for why he was doing this. why he was so nervous as he clutched the comically tiny, black, suede box that held your ring, in his hand.

it was beautiful, just like you.

"a pretty girl needs a pretty ring, dad" were jolyne's wise words that echoed in the back of his mind while ring shopping for you. his heart full of so many emotions that he could barely contain the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes while he stood in the middle of a "tiffany & co."

and even now, as he stood beside you on your shared balcony. watching you as you watched the sunset, slow jazz playing from the vinyl record he got you got Christmas, (doubling as a 2 year anniversary gift.) leaking through the crack in the sliding door.

what was he supposed to say?

not enough words in the dictionary could describe how he felt about you. none of them could describe how utterly beautiful he thought you were. or how you made him feel every time you looked at him, or called out his name for yet another favor he pretended to be annoyed about.

nothing could describe you.

"…wonderful weather we're having…" he began. to which you replied with a short hum, your eyes sparkling like the millions upon millions of stars in the sky.

what was there to say that he hasn't clumsily said already? why did he have to say anything at all? you knew him like the back of your hand. all his good traits- his bad traits, you knew him inside and out and that's what he loved about you.

you knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he wanted to say but just couldn't due to lack of words.

you knew him.

so with that in mind, he decided that words were too much. the way his legs wobbled as he got down on one knee, and the way his sweaty palms opened up the comically tiny, black, suede box should say all it needed to.

that he loved you,

unequivocally so.

[sammysficfactory]

Fixer Upper

ex!postpt3!Jotaro x ex!blackcoded!reader

wc: ~2.1k words

summary: Five months after your abrupt breakup, Jotaro calls you to help put him back together again.

tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and needles

notes: tumblr deleted my acc so i’m restarting with my girl fixer upper bc i cant find my nanami fic, jotaro is kind of a jerk, this is very self indulgent, i made a few tweaks

"You look good." Jotaro says, his eyes fixed on your hand stitching his arm. It's been five months since you woke up one day to find his side of the bed cold, empty, and unmade. Jotaro had broken up with you shortly after that over text. He said that the two of you just weren’t working anymore. Now, Jotaro is inwardly grateful for the hat covering his face, as it hid how unhappy he's truly been since he left.

“Thanks, you too.” You say curtly. The silence between the two of you was awkward and deafening. So many unsaid words hung in the air like fresh laundry. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t feel angry when you saw Jotaro again, but you couldn’t help it. Questions ran through your mind at a mile a minute. Why did he leave? What wasn’t working? Why didn’t he tell me in person? Too many questions in so little time, so you didn’t ask.

“How have you been? You know since…” you trail off, alluding to his abrupt departure.

"Fine," Jotaro grumbles. He looks down at his arm as you continue your work. He's so thankful to be in your presence again, to hear your voice, to know you aren't completely gone, like so many people he loved, but he can't let you know how much this is upsetting him. He couldn’t afford to be weak, weakness was unnecessary and time consuming. Weakness got you killed. Jotaro had to be strong, just like the people counting on him call for him to be. Even if it feels like his heart is crumbling right in front of him with every second that passes.

"You?"

You sigh.

“To be honest? It’s been tough, but I’ve been pushing through.” You shrug. Jotaro’s heart clenches at the thought of you struggling in any capacity, but it hurts more because he knows he was the cause of it.

"You've been pushing through," he mutters, taking a breath and closing his eyes.

"You're tough." God, Jotaro thought. I feel like such a dick for calling her over here. But he didn’t know who else would answer. There was no one else who would answer.

“This one might sting, hold on.” You look up at him before making another stitch. He winces.

You wince, you never liked seeing Jotaro in pain. Even now, it hurt your heart to see him flinch or wince in pain.

“Sorry about that.” You finish two more stitches before rising from a hunched over position and stretching your back.

“Stay here, I’m gonna get you a bandage.” You walk over to the first aid kit you brought to grab a bandage to cover his arm. You come back to where Jotaro is.

“Give me your arm.”

"I'm already holding it out," he snaps. His voice is cold, but it doesn't hide the tinge of hurt he feels underneath. He doesn't look up to meet your gaze, and you wonder if it's his pride or his guilt that keeps him from doing so. Either way, he holds his arm up to you, his hand steady now that his body has processed the pain.

You sigh, already tired of the undeserved attitude you received, but you understood him.

“Please, not today.” You mutter. You wrap his arm carefully.

“I’m all done. Do you need anything else?” You ask, a small part hoping he would need something, anything else. Seeing and touching him in such a long time made your heart feel full again, but you knew that when Jotaro decides on something, you would have to go through hell and high water to change his mind.

"Nope," Jotaro says. The arm is wrapped in gauze, the bloody needle thrown away. He sighs, and suddenly, that small part of him wants you to ask him about his day, what he'd had for breakfast, anything. If you wanted something more, you knew that you'd have to be the one to broach the subject. To broach the subject of whether or not he wanted another chance. As it is, he's holding the door open for you.

“How was your morning?” You ask, clearly not wanting to leave his presence just yet, but who could blame you?

Jotaro narrows his eyes as he considers this, the corners of his lips lifting minutely.

"Fine." He's not quite sure what to ask you in turn, and he can't stand the silence.

"Yours?"

“It could’ve been better.” ‘With you’, you wanted to add, but decided against it. You sigh, walking out of the door reluctantly, wishing he would say something about the two of you. Even now after everything, you’d still take him back. It sounded bad, but you felt as if the love you and Jotaro shared was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and you never wanted to give it up.

He watches you leave, and it takes all of his willpower to not call you back into the room, to say he’s sorry, that he’s regretted every moment he woke up without you next to him, to admit that he would call for you in his sleep sometimes only to wake up only to be hit with the harsh reality of his choices. But that would be weak, and Jotaro had no time to seem weak. Weakness was time consuming and worthless. The look on your face tells him that he's hurt you in a way he can't undo, and he couldn't stomach the idea of bringing you anymore pain and unhappiness by getting you involved with him again. Jotaro watches you go, waiting until you're gone to let out a breath of exhaustion.

As you walk down the hall, a stream of tears fall down your face. What was the point of it all? Did he bring me over to hurt me all over again? Before you knew it, you were already angrily walking back to his door, knocking furiously.

“Open this fucking door!” You say, tears rushing down your face. Jotaro opens the door with a shocked and pained expression before quickly masking it with his usual cold and nonchalant mask.

Jotaro jumps, then freezes.

"U-" he begins, unsure of what to say. He takes two steps back from the door, knowing you're a force to be reckoned with, especially when you get upset.

"What do you want?" he asks. His voice is cold and neutral, hiding the way his heart is racing in his chest. On the inside, Jotaro thanks whatever higher power that his voice didn’t betray him.

You walk in, pressing a finger into his broad chest.

“Why’d you tell me to come here, hm? Five months, Jotaro. Five fucking months! Not a word from you. All I got was a text saying that ‘we weren’t working’. What wasn’t working? What was the problem? You just up and left! You left me! You left us!” A mix of anger, pain, hurt, confusion, and frustration paint your features.

“That’s not fair Jotaro, and you know it!”

"And this is? What the fuck did you want me to do?" He asks, a bit incredulously. It's hard not to be hurt by your anger, even though he knows you have every right to be upset. Jotaro crosses his arms over his chest, but doesn't retreat any further.

"It's not fair for me to put you through all the stuff I did. The nightmares, the anger, none of it. I did it for you. You shouldn’t have had to deal with that, Y/N."

“But I was willing! I loved you- no scratch that, I love you despite all that! I thought we could’ve helped you together.” Your voice breaks.

“You don’t think I would’ve left if I couldn’t handle it? Was it me? What was it that made you leave?”

A part of him wants, no, craves to open his arms to you, take you in, apologize, and tell you that you'll make it through this together. But the greater part of him wants to keep you safe and unhurt. You deserve the world, but how can something so hurt and damaged give someone like you their love?

"It's not you, Y/N," he says, his voice quiet.

"It's all me. I didn't think I was worthy to have your love. I still don't." he says guiltily, almost as if he was a child who was caught messing with something he shouldn’t have.

“You don’t get to decide that! I do. I decide who to give my love to, Jotaro. I’m the one who deems people worthy of loving. And I deemed you worthy a long time ago.” You sniff, not as angry but still a bit hurt. You felt for Jotaro, his time in Egypt had taken a toll on him. But you couldn’t excuse his behavior.

He looks at you, your kind eyes, your understanding heart. And he sees himself as a broken monster, filled with rage and malice and despair, and he wonders how someone can love a beast like that. If he took you back, all his wounds would inevitably bleed onto you.

“Y/N,” he says softly, like you were something fragile he was terrified of breaking,

“You can do better than me. Why would you choose… this?” You grasp at his chest and shake him back and forth.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want better. I want you! I want you, Jotaro.” A small, wistful, hopeful laugh escapes his lips.

“Why? Why would you settle for something like me? There are so many people who could love you better than I can.” He doesn't understand why you would want him, but by god, it feels like maybe there's a chance. A chance to try again, to start anew.

“Because I don’t know how to love anyone the way I love you. It’s always been you. I don’t want to have my pick of anyone else, I want you. In all your brokenness.” You move your hands from his shoulders and cup his face. “I love you, Jotaro. I couldn’t think to love someone else.”

He stares back at you, his lips parted. His heart is pounding in his chest, and every instinct in him is telling him to kiss you, right there, so you could see just how sorry he truly was. He doesn't do it, but his fingertips rise to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing the side of your tear stained face lightly.

"Y/N," he whispers, and the way he says your name tells you everything you need to know.

You pull Jotaro into a long embrace, kissing his temple.

“I don’t want anyone else. Just you. Just Jotaro.” You say quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

"Just me?" he asks. Tears prick his eyes at the thought. You would really put yourself through the ups and downs of dating a man like him? Even if your feelings for him are true, there are many times when he's cold and distant, other times when he's kind and loving. It was all worth it for you? He didn’t want to believe it, because that would leave Jotaro with one conclusion. He was worthy of love, and life.

You nod.

“Just you, forever.” You were willing to go to hell and back for him, and he knew it.

"Forever?" he asks softly. His hands cup your face, and he lowers a delicate but loving kiss on your lips before he can convince himself to stop.

"You'd really accept that deal?"

Your heart feels complete once again during the kiss, though Jotaro was a man of few words, but you understood everything he said through the kiss. You nod your head.

“A million times if you asked me to.”

"I don't know what I did to deserve a woman like you," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.

"But I'll take it."

A small laugh bubbles up your chest and comes out of your mouth.

“I love you, Jotaro.”

"I love you too," he says back. A million times over. He thinks he might cry from relief, but he doubts it.

You wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.

“I wish you would’ve told me this was how you were feeling, but I understand why you didn’t. Egypt and Dio have made you tough and closed off, but there’s still a softness in you. That’s what makes you human. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be Jotaro with me, I want you to be Jojo.” You say.

"I can do that," he says, a small and tentative smile gracing his face. He is Jojo, not Jotaro, and he's going to make sure you have no doubt of that.

"But you know what happened to me," Jotaro adds,

"I’m broken in a lot of ways. Are you okay with that?"

A soft and fond smile grows. You nod.

“I understand that, and I’m ready to love you despite all of it. I knew what I signed up for the first time I told you that I loved you.”

Jotaro blinks back tears.

"You were so easy to love," he says softly, "I still can't believe you'd put yourself through my hurt and anger and darkness because you love me."

You raise your pinky finger to him.

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.” You say with a soft smile.

He links his pinky, eyes shining with love. "Together."

[blond3ang3l]

Risotto! X tattoo artist reader!

This for my moot @rousseau-vargas since we are the biggest risotto lovers🙏🏽

“What do you mean you signed us up for a damn con? You want me to work for free? You’re out of your mind Micah.”

“Oh cmon dude, just this one time. If we do the most tattoos we’ll win hella money! Please, I will even pay you extra this week.”

You couldn’t help but kiss your teeth in response. This is ridiculous. A last minute tattoo con? You had plans today and now you had to cancel all cause your dumbass boss liked to wait till last minute. It annoyed the hell out of you when he did this cause it wasn’t the first time either.

Once you got to the con it wasn’t much better. It was fucking packed with people. And some of the people were dickheads. You had clients wanting big ass intricate designs when you literally still had a million people to do. It was hot and crowded and for some damned reason everyone just wanted to be a dickhead.

You were already 2 hours in and had done a little over fifty tattoos by yourself. You felt the pressure on you because you were the head artist of your shop. You had been going this since you were just a dumb teen doing sick and pokes on yourself. After you got done what felt like the millionth tattoo you were rightfully annoyed. You still had 3 more hours left and you felt like you couldn’t catch a damn break.

When you heard someone sit in the chair for about the umpteenth time you were ready to lose your mind. That was until you seen the man sitting there. Casually dressed in all black the first thing you noticed was his tattooed eyes. The black where white should be and the red where his pupils should be. His shirt white hair covered my a black cloth clashed against his tan skin. He looked like a fucking freak, and by gods you were so thankful he came to you instead of your coworkers.

“So I’m guess you want a tat?”

You cleared your throat when you remembered you were staring. You were met with a shirt grunt and a nod. His voice was so god damn deep and gravely it made no sense.

“Right so what do you want exactly?”

He passed you his phone showing you a design of three different knives, they weren’t exactly simple but it was something you could do relatively quick.

“Where do you want them?”

“Right here.”

He lifted up his and pointed right to his peck. You thought you were going to die there on the spot. You could see the many other tattoos that littered his body. Specifically his sleeve peaking out while he lifted up his shirt.

While you worked on the stencil you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him. He was weirdly quiet compared to everyone else there. And while you worked he barely even flinched. It was surprising since most of the when you tattooed men they would need a break every ten minutes. But he just sat there. He was like a ghost, not moving a single muscle. Hell he didn’t even listen to music to distract himself.

Once you were done he used your mirror to look at the final result. To say he was impressed was an understatement. This was probably his favorite one yet. He gave you a small thanks before leaving like it was nothing. When you went to wipe down the chair for the next person you saw he left you a tip. A gracious one at that. He was so fucking weird and off putting. And you were making it your mission to make him yours the next time you see him..

[lemmetreatya]

Hey Hey Hey! I guess that I have a simple request of FWB!Jotaro having passionate sex with his best friend in his lil twin size, college bed during a loud thunder storm and he like ends up confessing to her when he's a couple strokes in cause he's gazing at her while she rides him in all her ebony beauty and he's just like "Damn, I love this girl."

istg every time you send me a request its so fucking jewcy and really just gets my head drumming 😩😩 im sorry, i just really had to self indulge with this

stay (so i have you with me) — Jotaro x black!fem reader

Word count: 3k+

Content: afab!reader, fwb, smut, size kink, cowgirl, riding, vaginal smut, motorboating, nipple play, passionate sex, sex with feelings, breeding kink, babytrapping

Like clockwork, Jotaros pulling you into his embrace whilst already sitting up on top of his bed, and with swiftness, your bag is dropping to the ground as you slink down to join him.

Instantly you guide your legs over his thighs so that you could sit prettily within his lap. The first thing Jotaro does is lean forward to capture your lips in his.

He’s no stranger to your warm press — you yourself weren’t any less familiar to the mould of his mouth, but there’s a bit of resistance to his beckon on your end.

“I told you,” You mumble between kisses. “I’m just here to give your USB back…then I’m dipping.”

You make no effort to retreat, especially not with how Jotaro’s hands have already found themselves up the inside of your baggy tshirt that he’s pretty sure is his. Either way, he doesn’t care, as he’s already tugging the material off the top of your head.

“It’s raining.”

Jotaro grumbles, as if that’s any better explanation for you to ditch your prior intentions, but he believes it’s good enough reason, good enough excuse, to get you to reconsider.

“So?”

You sultrily say as you automatically begin to grind against his crotch. You don’t fail to acknowledge the new chill that dresses over your shoulders at the progression of no top covering your chest.

Jotaro makes a gruff noise.

You’re more than aware that irritating his already restricted cock through his trousers was what sets him off the most. For someone who was adamant they need not stay, you seemed more than willing to fire him up past the threshold of no return. But Jotaro doesn’t need to say anything, or reprimand you for intending the opposite of what your words were saying, because he knows your games.

It’s not like you play hard to get but it’s evident that you never allow him in easily.

Still, Jotaro plays along.

He’s come to realise that he doesn’t mind playing your games because you always ensure that you both end up winners.

“So stay.” His teeth nip against the hollow concave between your breasts.

You take a deep inhale at his initiative, your hands coming round Jotaro’s nape so that you could guide his head deeper into your chest.

“Okay.”

You softly reply, your verbal confirmation hinting that your mind was made up. But Jotaro knows your mind was made the moment you knocked on his door.

Before long, the both of you were stripped down to the mere mesh of warm exposed skin.

Undressing wasn’t easy but when was it ever? Jotaro’s raggedy twin size was way too small to fit the both of you let alone just him. He really should invest in a bigger bed, you occasionally tell him — one more suited to his height — but he says he doesn’t mind if his feet have to dangle over the edge a bit.

Still, it’s never been a hindrance for the two of you. It proves, seeing as you easily found yourself hovering over Jotaro’s tall standing dick, one of your hands guiding him towards the honeyed folds of your entrance whilst the other sturdied itself on the headboard besides his head.

God, he could never get tired of seeing you like this.

Jotaro’s ocean teal eyes glass over the silhouette of your body, drinking in as much as he could see. It wasn’t dark per se but the thundering storm outside didn’t help with the leverage for vision.

But Jotaro thinks to himself that it didn’t matter if the sun never granted him light to see you ever again. He’s sure that he’d still remember every curve and delicious shade to your darkened skin, your elysian form burned achingly on the insides of his eyelids and within the deep crevices of his mind.

Of course, Jotaro was just being dramatic; He really could just turn the lights on at any time, but Jotaro also guesses it was okay to be dramatic about you. You were worth being dramatic about.

“Fuuuuuck…”

Your soft curse pierces through the room as you finally lower yourself down onto the man’s cock. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the lightning that crashed from outside his room had struck the both of you at the same time, causing electricity to strike through your bodies.

Jotaro didn’t didn’t mean to, but because of the shivering warmth of you around his cock, he accidentally bumped his head back too far and hit it against the headboard.

With an airy laugh, you endearingly caress the back of Jotaro’s head with one of your hands.

“You okay?”

Jotaro grunts in reply, his head keening forward in pain but all you do is soothingly rub at the tender spot. Even whilst trying to handle the colossal stretch of his girth, you still had concern for his wellbeing. Jotaro hates that he feels his heart (and cock) twitch at the sentiment.

“Just…move.” He dismisses as his hips are already in motion to buck upwards into you.

You try to steady yourself by pressing a hand to his bare chest, your laughter still radiant as you notice the signs of his eager embarrassment, but you try and adjust to his request. You continue to mould yourself down onto his shaft, his tip feeling every ridge of your ribbed canal.

”Easy, big boy.” You breath. “Just gimme a sec to adjust, alright? You’re not exactly the smallest in size.”

Jotaro didn’t voice it but you knew he had heard you. You could also tell that your implicit comments were going to his head — It was evident in the way he poked his tongue out of his mouth to wet his lips and the affirming grip his fingers buried into your flesh.

Now fully sat on top of his dick, you felt your stomach and walls concave inwards, as if wanting to create a second skin around him. Jotaro leaned his head back again. This time, more carefully, but he did so in order to be able to watch your face more diligently.

He’s not sure why, but he found himself entranced by the workings of your features. The soft curve of your nose, the way your eyelashes just about fluttered over your ebony cheeks or even how plump your now smudged glossed lips looked. As if nature was on his side for once, lightning struck again and the flash of light allowed Jotaro to catch a shadowed glimpse of your face above him and god, was he mesmerised.

Even whilst only temporarily cockwarming, your features were screwed as they already showed signs of being too fucked out to function.

The laboured breathing between the both of you mingled against one another but you were suddenly feeling a wisp of self consciousness at how fiercely the man’s eyes were peering at you. To save face, you dipped your forehead against Jotaro’s.

“Aite.” You whisper into his mouth but more to yourself.

It was obvious you were still preparing yourself to ride him. Even after all this time, his size would never be something you could easily adjust to and so in all his understanding mercy, Jotaro offers his support by running his thumbs over the skin of your stomach.

Weirdly, the reassuring gesture worked.

Rolling your lips inwards, you slowly lift yourself up quarter way off of Jotaro’s dick to then sink back down. At just that, the both of you let out the most desperate of moans.

Jotaro can’t help momentarily close his eyes, the pure sensation of a cunt wrapped around his cock would never get old but there’s just something about you, yours, that sent him reeling. How you felt so supple under him; your peppery whimpers only his to hear. Jotaro doesn’t think he's a possessive man; what wasn’t for him, wasn’t for him. If it was, then it’d find a way back.

But then when it comes to you, Jotaro finds that he’s jumping hoops just so the same principle doesn’t apply.

It doesn’t matter if you were meant for him or not, Jotaro needed you to be for him. He hates himself even worse now because he catches himself thinking that if anyone else was to have you, he’d probably feel heartbreak. But how could he feel heartbreak over someone that wasn’t his?

You only made little spouts of forward movement, the position not entirely the best for maximum speed, but the way you laid one hand back to the side of your tail bone so that you could move your hips more made the black haired man groan. Jotaro reached his own hands down but towards your ass — splaying open the meat of your hind to help give you more of a stretch, to help you take his fat cock.

And gosh, did that help.

You swivelled your hips forwards in a slow gyration. You didn’t even move upwards but rather you kept all of Jotaro inside of you as you grinded on him back and forth.

With a low moan, Jotaro met your stroke quota, his hips passionately grinding up into you as his eyes shot open.

“Fuck. Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled down towards where the both of your sexes met.

It’s only as the words left his mouth that Jotaro realised what he had said.

He felt your pussy clench over him at them and in retrospect, he regretted that he had imposed such a heavy statement onto you. But alas, as understanding as ever, you made the situation light hearted.

With a laugh humbled by his large girth, you hautily grinned down at the man.

“Pussy drunk already, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Jotaro’s face is screwed in annoyance but he reaches forwards to take a swipe at your clit. Instantly your jestering words are caught within the back of your throat and suddenly Jotaro has a sick smile on his face.

Taking that as a reigns for control, Jotaro plants his feet onto the mattress and his knees at 45 degrees. With one hand still grappling at your ass, Jotaro uses it to help lift you up and down over his cock. You take the aid with ease, using the leverage to lean forwards and simultaneously twerk over his dick every time you come into landing.

This helps a lot with pace and so once you’ve adjusted to his sizing, you both speed up the sex, the action becoming more robust and raunchier than before.

“Shit, I really wanna cum on this dick today.” You mumble.

You slightly lean backwards so that you can look down at Jotaro, his lusted out expression making his handsome face even more delectable. If you had time, you definitely wanted to ride it.

“Just wanna cream your dick up. Wet it with this gush ‘n’ make it all dirty so I can… fuck, so I can lick it clean for you.”

Jotaro lets out a grumbled huff through his nose. His concentration was focused on bopping your cunt over his cock but he was listening, you know he was, because the way he was gripping your ass cheeks was with deterministic attitude of a man in agreeal.

Still, you wanted to hear the word from the mouth of the bull itself.

“You gon’ let me do that? Gon let me make a mess on you then clean it up?”

Jotaro makes another grunt of a sound, his attention briefly unhad but not for long as he takes the time to glance up at you.

“Do what you want.”

With a fresh new wave of wanton, you dance up and down onto the man’s slick dick. Your concentration was so fierce, the black haired man thought you’d scream at him. But alas, your voice cooed only the sweetest commands — his proof of ownership.

“Yeah, take this pussy, baby. It’s all yours. Use it like a personal fleshlight if you have to, fuck. Just use it.” You almost sob.

Jotaro loves how dirty you speak to him, how your rumbustious attitude riles him up. If anything, he loves watching the two of you fuck even better — the contrast of your beautiful brown to his cream tan; it’s ilicit and works more than too well together. It’s addicting, it’s sexy.

But despite having you keen over his fat cock, Jotaro wants more of you.

The man bends his head forward, mouth lax as he makes several attempts to latch his warm mouth around your bouncing nipple. He succeeds on the third go but once he’s there, it makes all the difference.

A new type of glorification leaves your mouth at the raw feeling of Jotaro swirling his wet tongue around your now perky nub. He suckles and bites — but never too hard — always just enough to send electrifying strikes throughout your synapses.

“Fuck, Jojo.” You whisper, the heat buried within the pits of your stomach brewing by the second.

At the mention of his nickname, Jotaro looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows and darkened eyes. You know he doesn’t like it, but he refuses to unlatch himself from your breasts to complain and so he looks anything but intimidating.

Still, it makes him look all the hotter. Like an angry yet domesticated canine trying it’s best to establish dominion. He wanted power but he was too conditioned to your heed; he’d eat anything from the palm of your hand.

“Ouuuuh, yes, yes, yes, yes. Shiiiiit, Jojo right there. Yes, right there. Right there, baby, right there.”

Jotaro briefly glances down to see how there’s already a frothy ring of cream around the base of his dick. You were always so juicy and excessively wet when it came to him. If anything, he wonders whether you were ever this messy for anyone else?

He wouldn’t admit it, but he absolutely hates thinking about someone else having you.

You’re already whimpering in his ears despite having just got here and still using the name he so called ‘hates’, but Jotaro can’t even get himself to feel angry at you. Not when he thinks about just how much he wants you.

“Ouh, fuck, Jojo. I’m so close.” You drone.

He moans back but his voice is grumbly, despite how deep he’s still fucking into you. Another flash of lightning outside contours the shape of your body and reminds the man that he’s particularly fond of you — more so than other people.

“You’re so di-disobedient sometimes.” He ponders against your breast.

And Jotaro suddenly realises that he wants to keep you closer than just an occasional cockwarmer despite your mischievous strides.

Your head was dipped, belly caving and pussy walls clenched — no recollection of the words Jotato was muttering at you. Although none of it mattered as feelings of ecstasy started to race up your spine and branch out to your limbs and the orgasm that you knew was coming couldn’t be delayed any longer.

You needed to get him out.

“Jota…Jo’daro… I said I’m close.”

“I know.”

The man however kept on pounding into you, the sound of his balls slapping viciously against his ass and your sexes slightly out of sync.

A small whimper leaves your throat at Jotaro’s lack of recognition.

“I-i-i-it means pull out—”

“I know.” Jotaro growls at you.

Your cries become more exuberant as Jotaro doesn’t relent or let up. He continues fucking up into you, the tightening of his balls indicating his own impending orgasm but he doesn’t voice it.

He has no need to, especially not with the hidden corrupt intentions he had for you.

“I need to have you…for myself. I can’t let anyone else…have you or brand you…spoil you.”

Jotaro lifts his head up to kiss just underneath your chin but he doesn’t land them because as he’s nearing his limit, his physical control is faltering too — especially because he’s so excited for the gift he has for you.

“I’ll give you…fuck, fuck, I’ll give you my seed. Then no one else…no one else can even think of touching m-my property. My family.”

It’s too hazy, too exhilarating to comprehend what Jotaro’s telling you but you know it’s something possessive. Something that is an attempt to solidify your place in his life.

Your moans become more feathered, heightened in pitch as you end up stilling your pussy in a tight clench and then rutting yourself to completion over the man’s cock. A crazy warm warmth spreads all over your body, mouth lax as you keen forward in eye rolling orgasm.

As your body jolts in sporadic washes of post-orgasmic waves, the black haired man’s eyes almost pop with how possessive your clenching pussy walls keep him connected to you.

That was pretty much all Jotaro needed before he himself was stilling inside of you, hips flushed to your ass as he firmly pumped his hot cum straight into your womb — no denial that it would conjure with your eggs and form a sign of marriage between you both.

As the two of you came down from your high, the settling feeling of what Jotaro had enforced on you went about unsaid.

You didn’t even decide to unlatch yourself from Jotaro’s cock. You think maybe if you let him think long enough about what he did, he’d unplug himself from your painted canals, begrudgingly get up and chuck on a pair of joggers and his black anorak as he mumbled something about ‘being back in five’ as he goes to retrieve you ‘an alphabet plan’ from the convenience opposite the road.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, all he does is soothingly rub a hand up and down the expanse of your back as he coerces you into a litter of slow and sensual kisses, his cock occasionally hiccuping inside of you.

And you comply because you believe Jotaro, more than anyone, knows what he’s done.

This was your best friend you were talking about. If this was what he wanted, then who were you to deny him? Sure, it might have complicated a few things but you’d deal with that crossroad when need be.

If anything, the rain outside reminded you that really, you could be anywhere else, but instead you had chosen to be right there and then within a special friend’s particularly warm and filling embrace.

[hoetachi]

Hiii I would love love love more Dio x black! Fem! Reader. Literally anything would please me ☺️❤️❤️

husband!dio x black! reader

“for someone who proclaims themselves as a ‘god’, you’re being very dramatic right now” you sighed tiredly as your fingers were knuckles-deep in damp golden curls as water drenched the front of the oversized t-shirt that covered you. today was wash day and yet your husband refuses to cooperate.

“i’m not being dramatic! you’re literally trying to kill me right now” he yelled as he continuously moved his head around, avoiding the water from his somewhat wet face. you haven’t even put the shampoo in yet, and he was already acting a car in a bathtub

“why beg me to wash your hair and you go and react like this? do you not trust me, my love?” you poked out your bottom lip as you gave your undead husband puppy eyes because you knew he couldn’t say nothing bad to that face. “i do… sometimes” he mumbled as he averted his gaze

you glared disgustingly, “sometimes? really?” you ready yourself to put away all of your hair essentials since this was going to be a losing battle and on you end. he grabbed your wrist quickly as he picked up on what you were doing and gave you an anxious look, “just… don’t get soap in my eyes, okay?”

a smile crept on your lips as you grabbed his cheeks, squishing his face slightly “would you feel better if i had the world help as well?” you asked sweetly causing him to nod his head while still in your embrace

[ye4gerism]

i feel like if you asked polnareff if he’d love you as a worm, he wouldn’t have the the heart to tell you no.

he’d be really hesitant with his answer but he’d still be able to give you some sort of explanation.

“worms…uh, worms. would i love you as a worm? ah, yes, most definitely. worms are amazing and if you were a worm, um, you’d be the most amazing worm known to man…or worm? if you turned into a worm right now, i’d make you a little worm home and uh-“

p3 jotaro would just straight up tell you no.

“hell no. what kind of question is that? would I love you if you were a worm? y/n, i like you a lot but i need you to be real right now.”

but i think dadtaro would actually take his bluntness down a notch and be a little softer. i don’t think he’d see you the same way he’d see his young daughter but raising her showed him that words hurt sometimes. now, would he be all flowers and rainbows with you? no. but at least he’s nice about it (depending on your definition of nice).

“i really don’t think i would.”

[dem1verse]

˓ ✸ . . . 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

                                𓈒 ᯅ 🪡 ᰪ b. bucciarati x black!fem!reader

♥︎ ｡ ｡ summary. based on the popular webtoon marry my husband. having cancer sucks. what sucks even more is finding out your best friend and husband have been sleeping around, in your bed. seconds after confronting them, your husband, in a fit of rage, snuffs out your already dwindling life. but fate took mercy on you, and gave you a second chance. now you've gone back 10 years, and with a plan to fulfill your late mother's last wish: to live a happy life for yourself.

★ ⠀ #% ⠀  cw. infidelity. talks of terminal illness. mature language. workplace harrassment. sexual themes. acts of murder/manslaughter.⠀⊹ ˚˖

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[mscordonean]

Warnings: Smut, eating out, backshots, smoking.

Plug!Hol horse who flirts with his gf like they haven't been together for a year."Mama you so freaking fine, you got a man?"And you just play along with it. "Sorry I have a man, and he's so freaking sexy", "Where is he, i don't see him" he grabs you by the butt and brings you close him.

Plug!Hol horse who knows you don't like it when he smokes near you, so he purposely rolls a blunt before inhaling it and exhaling in your face.

Plug! Hol horse who loves giving you backshots. "Ouhh babyy sloww downnnn," you moan into the silk sheets of his king sized mattress. "Cmon ma, you know you can take it," he pounds into you relentlessly, hitting all the right spots. "Daddyy I'm gonna cummmm" you say, reaching for his thigh attempting to grab it to make him slow down, but he grabs your hands and holds them behind your back. "Nah, Mama keep your hands to yourself" he growls.

Plug! Hol horse who starts going crazy when he's about to cum. "You like that, Ma? Hm?" he says, his voice ragged, his movements sloppy. "Paaa, i just cameeee" your speech slurs. "I know crap- but this pussy is begging for me to cum in it" he inhales and exhales unevenly, he's covered in sweat and saliva drips from his clenched teeth as he cums deep inside you, panting heavily.

Plug! Hol horse who only eats you out when he thinks you deserve it. "Congrats, Ma" his voice vibrates in your pussy. You had just gotten a heck of a lot of money from your happy client (you do interior design). "Babyyy, it's so good" you shake from the pleasure of his tongue working inside of you. "I know you're close baby, give it to me", he says and you finally feel that tight knot in your stomach, and you squirt all over his face and he licks it up.

[thel0v3hashira143]

erm hey guys ik it's been a while (like almost 10 months 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️) but i do wanna get back into writing forealsies!! so uhh what would y'all like to see to kinda get me back into the swing of things?? just a reminder of who i write for here <33

(hint hint my current favs are jjk and aot hehe) have a good day cuties 🫧❤️🎀

[daikiswife]

the capacity of my brain to create wholesome headcanons about the pillarmen lately is incredible

im simping over thoughts what the heck?!